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Somewhere only We belong to	By : InfernalParadise Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The chapter title is not completely mine... I heard Placebo while writing this, and there's this line "fix all the pain away" in "My sweet Prince". I thought it was just perfectly fitting, and besides, that song is ideal to listen to while reading this chapter. It kinda catches the atmosphere of it. :)
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Chapter 9
Fixing all the Past away

Sometimes Seraphine would lay awake at night in their new home and think about old days. She missed the Opera and its smells, or the many secret tunnels to Erik’s home beneath it. But then again she felt Erik’s warm body against hers, one of his arms always protectively wrapped around her, and the feeling of having lost something dissolved into nothing because her heart wept with joy.
As the weeks moved on, she discovered her body’s increasing changes. Her breast became more sensitive – and one simple touch of Erik’s hand almost drove her insane with want – and her belly rounded, making place for the baby. Erik never grew tired of laying next to her, stroking the flesh above their unborn child and wondering what they would call it once it was born. He seemed to glow with happiness, Seraphine noticed one day when they walked through the forest shortly before sunset. Most of the time he wore no mask as if he didn’t care about his face anymore – only at night during their love-making or simply cuddling he’d put it on because both had grown accustomed to the way Seraphine used to take it off and touch the skin beneath it. The more often she did so, the more handsome he appeared to her because of his inner light and the feelings that he showed her.
Seraphine continued to write letters to Madame Giry, and Erik never refused to bring them into town. They both owed the ballet teacher much, thus they felt especially responsible for letting her know about Seraphine’s condition. Nevertheless, they gave away no hint at their present place in the forest, keeping this secret for themselves. Raoul was still out there somewhere, and maybe he had already let it slip to the Ducards why and with whom their daughter had disappeared. There was no reason for endangering their lives, let alone that of the unborn child. And Erik took utter care to provide all three of them with safety and only the most necessary things they needed such as food, new clothes for Seraphine’s changing body, and candles. His rides to Paris took place only during night, and even then he was but a mere shadow in the streets, knowing exactly which people feared him enough to never let a word slip about him when he ordered his needs there. Yet sometimes he found himself taking a longing glance backwards at the Opera before disappearing into the forest again. He had moved most of his possessions to the little house between the trees, but a part of his soul still rested in the underground lair beneath the Opera. The times where he actually wondered how his life would have been without Seraphine and the unborn child, however, were utterly rare as he adored both of them and wished for nothing else than he already owned.
By the end of a mild summer, Seraphine found herself wondering about how soon time had passed. They had gotten here during March, and yet she was already looking forward to her seventh month of pregnancy which meant that Erik was just too happy whenever she called him because their child had moved once again. Most of her dresses from the time before their escape forced nothing but a frustrated sigh from her as she already found it hard to get into maternity wear. She really wondered where Erik had gotten them and how he must have felt at asking for them, but after all he was an amazing actor who managed to be very convincing. One day, however, she truly found herself frowning when she started to count how many Francs all their needs had caused so far, for she had never heard Erik complaining, let alone talking about money with her. She decided to ask him during dinner where he sent her a stunned look because of the weird food combinations she did.
"Are you sure you want to eat meat with cake?", the disgusted frown surprised her.
"I’m not eating it at the same time anyway…"
"… and let us thank God you don’t", he added in dramatic relief.
"… and yes, I am sure I want to eat both. Are you not going to eat anything this evening?"
"I’m afraid I lost my appetite", he stated, but couldn’t resist averting his gaze from her truly interesting dinner.
"Erik, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time now", she suddenly interrupted his thoughts, "It’s about money."
"Money?"
"Those little coins you use to pay other people with."
"Well, thank you, my dear – I do know what you mean", the amusement in his eyes flashed, "But I still don’t understand…"
"I tried to add up what you spent so far, and it’s a pretty high amount of money, yet you’ve never told me anything about it. Where did you get such a lot?"
"The Opera’s managers used to pay me twenty thousand Francs a month already when you were still a little girl. There was hardly need to make use of it, though, and I managed to… well, let’s say take food and candles without permission from the Opera. A nice amount of money, indeed. Besides, there are some people who owe me."
The way he pronounced that word made Seraphine frown.
"Owe you? What do you mean?"
"I know the Opera like the back of my hand, love. Can’t you imagine that there were plenty of secrets and rumors I witnessed although they were never meant to be heard by the rest of Paris? And no one wants to have them spread…"
"Blackmailing…"
"Not at all – that’s what amused me most", Erik informed her, "People used to leave me a little note and a convincing amount of money or things that made a nice price for selling whenever they were afraid the Opera Ghost had witnessed whatever should be kept from anyone else."
"You never told me."
"Because you never asked. And now I’m telling you anyway. How does it taste to mix fruit and bread?", he wanted to know when she combined those two things on her plate.
"Dare to try?"
Erik rose to move to her side of the table and opened his mouth when Seraphine fed him with a bite of dark bread and some exotic fruit he had bought at the market that offered many foreign, yet delicious things. Against his expectations, he found the combination utterly edible, kneeling down next to Seraphine who prepared another piece for him. This time, however, he closed his lips around her fingers to gently suckle on them while he swallowed the little bite. She gazed down on him in bewildered silence until his arms suddenly shot up to grab her and pull her from her seat into his lap. Raising her fingers to his mouth once again, she quietly moaned when he repeated his action, letting his hands glide over her body, over the round belly that carried their child.
"I want you", he admitted before their lips met in a hungry kiss, "but I don’t think we should."
"I’m well, Erik, and so is the child", she assured him, pressing her body against his. Lately, it took only little touches to set her on fire, and he truly hadn’t counted on that as his hands stroked her soft skin. He was more afraid to hurt her than actually please her, thus he hesitated to trust the words she spoke in obvious arousal.
"You are sure?", he asked her, getting a nod in response.
With a content smile, he rose and helped her to get on her feet to make it to their bedroom which was more comfortable in her condition than the wooden floor next to the eating table. In less than a minute, Erik had freed her and himself from their clothes, and moved onto the bed behind Seraphine who rested on her side, using one pillow for support that got replaced by his right arm.
"Promise me you will tell me as soon as you’re feeling uncomfortable", he whispered into her ear, pressing his body against her bare backside.
"I will, don’t worry, love."
He moved his other hand around her, letting it remain on her round belly for a while before touching her breast. A moan rewarded him that reminded him how sensitive her body had become during her pregnancy. Years ago he would have never imagined considering a pregnant woman to be beautiful and tempting as a goddess, yet Seraphine was in every meaning. Not that he didn’t enjoy the memories of their first few love-makings when she had been far from expecting a child, but he truly felt no remorse about her present condition.
"You’re so beautiful… I wouldn’t mind if your body stayed like that forever", a gentle whisper came to her ear.
"One more word like that and you get thrown out of this bed", she warned him playfully although she enjoyed her pregnancy in her own way – probably because of Erik’s caring behavior, doing anything she asked him for.
"You better keep me", his amused voice reminded her when he snuck his hand between her legs. Another moan like that, he thought with a pleased smile, and things would get out of control to definitely end not gentle, but utterly impassioned. While pressing a soft kiss to her neck, he slightly lifted her leg to get better access to the source of her want, gliding into her warmth that welcomed him. He paused when he felt her body tensing around him, being aware that it was nothing more than a normal response and not unease, for she begged him to not stop.
"I love you", he finally said as if both their lives depended on it, the emotion filling his voice that continued to whisper those three words during gentle thrusts and tender touches. Only after her second climax, he obeyed his body’s ache to find release as well, but stayed inside her, caressing the soft skin in front of him in ways that elicited pleased purrs from Seraphine. If the world stayed like that very moment, Erik would have spent the rest of his life with her and their unborn child in his arms, for nothing could ever change for the worse then.
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