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A Rose of Desire	By : schnizz Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 6407 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-A Rose of Desire
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Kath hummed away, she was humming one of the tunes she had picked up form the latest opera performance, she enjoyed her little job here in Paris, she had always enjoyed opera and now she worked at the opera house she got to see the shows for free.

She was a simple girl and was constantly found sat in front of her mirror at home wishing that she looked as stunning as Christine did when she sang. There was no doubt that Kath could sing, in fact she did so quite a lot of the time, she was able to escape the world in which she lived at least for a short time while she sang.

In the beginning she had wanted to sing in the opera herself, but now she had put that fancy idea behind her, she had never been taught to sing and she could never remember all the foreign words. She needed a teacher, a teacher who would make her great. Nobody she had been to for help had the time for someone with as little experience as her. They all wanted the best and richest singers to teach, 'the money grabbing little thieves.'

At current she was mopping over the stage, her bucket getting so full of muck that she had to keep going to refill it with clean water. She heard the rafters squeak as though somebody had passed overhead, she glanced upwards and saw nothing; she naturally turned her attention back to mopping sweeping away the dirt of another opera in which she was not involved. She quickly looked around the empty seats from the stage and happy that it was indeed empty, she relaxed and started singing the tune she had been humming out loud.

Somewhere above her, the thing that had been moving through the rafters stopped, it looked down and was surprised to see a mere cleaner. It moved to the side of the walkway and grasped the railing, leaning over slightly to get a better look at this newly discovered talent. It decided it should get to know this girl, maybe she was one them diamonds in the rough that it's managers were always on about these days. The strange feeling in it's heart and stomach was something it had never felt before, it looked at her more closely, and besides the clothes, it decided that she was beautiful enough to introduce into the twisted world of opera.

It tried to move away and hurry back to it's home down in the depths of the opera house, but something about her kept pulling it back for another look and to listen to her. It pulled out a rose that it had intended for Christine and let it fall in front of her still mopping form.

A movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention; she had heard rumours that this place was haunted by the opera ghost that according to what the chorus girls had told her went round in a white mask. A blood red rose had fluttered to her feet, her automatic reaction was to look up to the rafters, she saw nothing.
Maybe this place really was haunted, she picked the rose up, the deep red petals, reminded her of the way moonlight catches blood in the depths of the night.

From it's point of view, it watched her look upwards; it stepped backwards into the darkness. It watched the way her soft jaw line led it's eyes smoothly down her neck, he wanted to touch that silky skin of her neck. No, it wanted her silky skin of somewhere else on her anatomy. It smiled, maybe she would be easier to fool with the mask than Christine, and quite frankly it had given up on her. Somebody new had caught the pleasure of it's attentions now, Christine had had her chance and she had chosen Raul.

It watched her for a little longer, slowly positioning itself so that she wouldn’t be able to see where it was hiding, she seemed to be liking the romantic picture that the rose was painting of him. Maybe it was time to meet her face to face. (Well face to mask)

She heard a soft 'swish' behind her; she spun round to see who was there. She saw the white mask and the obvious dress of someone important. “Was that you singing just then?” the man said in his ravishing baritone (believe me if that voice could make love, it would be so un-fucking-believable!)
“Yes, sir.” She replied
“Oh I apologise, I should have introduced myself, how terribly rude of me, I hope you’ll forgive my behaviour. The phantom at your service, my beautiful lady.” he said taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it.

“You have a good voice but not much experience in actually singing opera.” He smiled his eyes boring into hers from behind the mask.
“Thank you, sir.” She replied letting him come closer to her.
She felt his breath on the skin of her neck; she shuddered under his attention, as she grasped his hand and placed it on the side of her head.

He couldn’t believe he could fall in love so quickly, he tested her out by placing his lips gently on her neck, he felt her relax into his embrace. His body behind hers he had complete access to her neck and he started nibbling down it. She issued the most delightful moan, encouraging him to do more.

Before she was engulfed in a kiss of passion unknown to her, this was no ghost; this was a man, with feelings.
She felt his arms wrapping around her, his kiss deepening, she closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling of such a passionate man's attention being lavished upon her.

He broke the kiss and said in his rich, suddenly very seductive baritone "Come to me, my angel."
She was so sucked in by the power of his voice that she would do everything and anything for him. She was un-controllably compelled to take his gloved hand in her own and follow him down into some part of the opera house she had never been in before. They kissed quickly once again, his lips lingering over hers as they broke. He helped her into a boat to take deep into the bowels of the opera house.

He rowed her lovingly down to his catacombs singing his heart out, "The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind, hum, hum, hum!"
After a long period of him rowing and humming his music he said. "Okay it's your turn now, sing to me my angel!"
She did so, very quickly his own voice joining her in her rendition of 'What Shall we do with the Drunken Sailor'. It had been the first song to come into her head, but she was even more surprised that he was enjoying singing it as much as she was. It always reminded her of her roots in England.
"Oh they don't make them like that any more!" he exclaimed as they finished the final verse.

They sang all sorts of duets, he always said he wouldn’t sing, but as soon as he heard something that he knew he couldn't resist. He changed the current song to one he knew, letting her listen to him as he seduced her with the power of his words and his voice.

As they pulled up at a jetty thing she eyed his organ and the piles of untidy sheets of music, "You're a bit obsessed with music aren't you!"
"Slightly, yes, but we're not here for singing, at least not for today."
His gloved hands were back in hers and he was leading her through a curtain, he kissed her again with more passion than before, his arms wandered back to around her waist. “Now stand up straight so that you can feel my hands on your back and stomach, that’s it, now sing my angel.” He paused, “Now after me, ‘Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation; darkness stirs and wakes imagination.’ Good!”

He kissed down her neck again before leading her onwards, “‘Silently the senses abandon their defences.’” His hands doing something behind her back and soon her dress was litter on the floor, “I need to see if you’re standing perfectly straight, now ‘Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour; grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender, turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night.’”

“‘Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar and you’ll live as you’ve never lived before.’ See you’re getting so much better already. Enough for today I will teach you more tomorrow.”

She felt his gaze wandering over her nearly naked form; he undid her corset and let it join her dress on the floor. He ran a now ungloved finger down the roundness of her breast. Taking in it's warmth and smoothness, he took her hand and led her to his clothes, taking her down his jacket button by button.

She gave as much passion back to him as she could but it seemed enough as she removed his robe, finally getting him down to his underwear, she paused to gaze at the beautiful taut hairless chest and the stiff nipples. She licked one of them, she didn’t know men liked that but this one certainly did. His moans were sending delightful little shivers all the way down her spine.

She looked down his body at this point, his stiff member now clearly visible through the thin material of his pants.
His mouth was on her nipples moving in circles around them driving her into a frenzy of passion, he laid her down on the bed and kissed down her nude body to her most private areas and drove his tongue true into her folds.

Her wetness quickly covering his tongue, making his arousal even more pronounced, as he licked her juices off his lips. She tasted so good to him that he couldn’t stop himself, rubbing his tongue into all her folds again and again to get all the juice leaking out of her.
The heights into which he was making her rise to, were unbelievable, and she was soon shouting out in absolute pleasure.

She worked her hands down to over his buttocks and pulled his pants over his incarcerated erection, letting them join other amounts of clothing on the floor, he kissed her all over once again. Before settling into a hungry kiss on the mouth.

He thrust into her, their bodies slipping into rhythm together, they were both moaning within a few minutes, his stiff member reaching places she never knew existed, it hitting her g-spot every time. She covered his straining member with her juices so well that he was thrusting into her with complete ease.
His mouth was back round her breasts and he was driving her higher and higher, closer and closer to their goal. Their bodies becoming slick with sweat, and breathing rates going out of he roof. The bed was rocking underneath them, as he rode her. She came and her hands clenched over his buttocks driving him deeper into her.
"Harder" she managed to whisper as their rhythm intensified.

He gladly did so thrusting in and out of her with no mercy, his own orgasm was approaching. He flooded into her and cried out in the pleasure of it, his voice drowning out her cry as his warm cum hit the walls of her vagina with such force.
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