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Music of the Night: The Phantom of the Opera Returns (Guile & Melody)

Erik tried to stifle his laughter, in an attempt to tease her back. When she got into the boat and started rowing away he stood by the lever. "Oh!" He said, pretending to be surprised. "You mean...this lever?" He pointed at it with a sly smirk on his face. "You know..." he said, placing his index finger on his chin and looking up at the far wall, pretending to ponder his options. "I could open it for you. If, that is, I were feeling generous." He turned his head to look at her and lowered his hand to his side. "However..." He said as he started making his way through the water to her. "I'm feeling rather selfish tonight." He smirked. When he got to the boat he pulled her out carefully and held her in his arms so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was supporting her by her back - he made sure she didn't touch the water. He placed his lips on hers in a fervent kiss, chuckling slightly as he did so.
 
"Like I said before." She continued to kiss him back, licking his lips to moisten them. "You are the culprit behind your daughter's behavior." She let the kiss fade as she just relaxed in his arms. "You are more to me than Raoul could ever provide." To answer his question, she glanced over his shoulder at the lever. "Yes," she grinned, "that lever exactly. You see, it opens that gate." She pointed behind herself. "You are being far too selfish tonight. What will you do to me, o dangerous and lethal Opera Ghost?" She put her forehead on his chin.
 
Erik's body quivered under her touch and he tried to compose himself. He smiled up at her as he held her in his arms and continued to tease her. He looked over her shoulder at the gate. "Ah, I see now." He looked at her, then at the gate, then back to her as if deciding what to do. He abruptly turned around and began carrying her back through the water. "I apologize, my dearest," he said laughing menacingly, "but I'm afraid I'm going to keep you here with me." When they got out of the water he placed her down on the ground, but held her to him tightly so she couldn't escape. "I think I'll keep you here forever, in fact." He whispered with a sly smile before kissing her lips. "And if there are any ruffians who come and dare to take you from me I shall smite them." He joked.
 
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"And, what shall become of me?" She asked as though he really were going to hold her hostage. "How will I get any food?" She smiled. "How will I sing for those wretched men upstairs? You cannot be selfish with my voice, good Monsiuer." She laid against him still. "I'm so scared, sir. Let me go!" She pushed him, still teasing, but with all seriousness on her face as she fell into the water.

 

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"Ah, but I can, Christine. I gave it to you, after all." He teased, not actually believing what he said. He kissed her neck and was about to answer her other questions before she pushed him and fell into the water. He ran to her and gently pulled her out - a smile spread across his face and he had to hold his laughter back. It was rude, he knew, but he had to tease her about it. "See? You can't escape me. This is what happens when you try." His smile went from playful to serious now. "Are you alright?" He asked her, wanting to make sure.
 
She was shivering. "I kn-know..." she gasped for her breath from his lips against her neck, and the water of course. "I'm a-alright." She hugged him, trying to warm up. "D-Don't leave m-me alone." She took his hand again. "I c-could not bear it if you d-did." She pressed it against the crook of her hip.
 
Erik noticed her shivering and held her close. He let her place his hand on her hip and he left it there, even when she moved her hand. His playfulness had faded completely into seriousness now. "I'll never leave you, Christine. It would kill me." He knew his words were true, no matter how extreme they sounded. "Come," he instructed, pulling away from her, taking her hand, and leading her to the wardrobe, "we must get you in new clothes." He went through the clothes but knew he only had one dress. He pulled it out guiltily. "I'm sorry, but it's the only one I've got and you'll freeze of you stay in that one." His eyes showed his concern for her.
 
She saw this dress and wanted to just stay in her soaked garb, but decided against when she could make out her corset. "I-I'll wear it. B-But it means nothing as o-of now." She took it from him and hid behind the wardrobe to change into it. "I-I love it." She called when she had put it on. She refused to come out, though. "I-I can't come out." She said playfully.
 
"I understand." He said as he gave her the dress and stepped away from the wardrobe - his back turned away from her even though she was hidden behind the wardrobe. He smiled, a bittersweet feeling coming over him, when she said she loved it. I knew you would...that's why I picked it out for you all those years ago. He thought to himself. He laughed when she refused to come out. "And why is that, my dear. I should like to see you." He waited eagerly for her response, a grin forming on his lips.
 
She blushed and shook her hair from her face, giving a silent answer. No. "I can't show you. I am in a bridal gown and the groom cannot see the bride until the ceremony." She didn't want to get married, and she didn't want him to see it yet. "Please, just understand that I cannot move from this spot." She felt that he might be moving to see her.
 
Erik truly understood, but he was a bit concerned for her. "I understand, Christine." He said in the sincerest way he could. He had, indeed, moved to try and see her. However, thinking it impolite, he stepped back again before he could see her. "However, how will you sleep tonight? Surely you can't stay back there." He thought about this. There was no way she could stay there until her other dress was dry. He wouldn't allow it even if she persisted. He would buy her a new dress if necessary.
 
"That's a possibility." She answered childishly. "I guess I will let you see me. I must sleep, as you say." She slowly started walking out, hanging her head to hide from him. She brought her old dress out and hung it up inside the wardrobe. "I'm much better, but much more uncomfortable about this."I want pillows between us tonight. I'm sorry, but I cannot be in this dress and in one bed, therefore, I would need a wall of some sort between us." She blushed yet again.
 
Erik did his best not to draw attention to the fact that she looked simply stunning in that dress. He cleared his throat nervously and avoided looking her directly in the eyes, out of respect. "Ah, yes." He agreed to her request. "I understand." He forced himself not to touch her - he knew how uncomfortable she was in that dress in front of him and he didn't want to worsen that feeling of discomfort.
 
She smiled. "You do not wish to touch me." She reached for his hand and held it. "I thought you would have been ecstatic to see me in this. Please, do not shy away from me." She also reached for his chin, her thumb pressed into it and index finger curled underneath. She lifted it up. "You may look at me."
 
Erik felt probably as uncomfortable as Christine in this situation. He rubbed his palms on his pant legs and his fingers twitched nervously. He wanted to touch her very much, but didn't until she took his hand. When she did he turned to face her, but his head was bowed slightly. He didn't look her in the eyes until she raised his head so that he could look at her. "I'm sorry." He apologized with a slight shake of his head at how silly he was being. "I am delighted to see you in that dress - too much so, I think." He added in a low mumble and smiled at her. "You look beautiful...if I may say so. More beautiful than you ever have before - if that is possible."
 
The fact that her lover thought she was stunning was enough to bring tears to her eyes. "Thank you, Erik." She kissed him, slipping her tongue inside. Her own heart hammered against her breast and was thankful that her corset was tight around her so that it didn't give anything away. "It isn't too much, is it? I didn't really have a choice, but I was trying to make it comfortable for you." She moved with him to the boat. "Come, wouldn't you like to show our friends?"
 
Erik relished their kiss and was a bit torn when it ended. "It's perfect, Christine." He smiled at her, his eyes beaming. "You're perfect." He confessed before taking her hand. He pulled the lever reluctantly before following her the boat. "Of course, my dear." He said, delighted that she was happy with the dress. But in his eyes, as he helped her into the boat, was a look that said 'I'm afraid I don't have any friends to share this with.' However, he got in behind her and started to row - if she wanted to show the people she cared about how happy she was, then Erik would be happy to oblige. He smiled at the fact that he had made her happy - that was a feeling that one could never get over.
 
She held him around the middle and started humming their song, not singing, humming. When finished, she paused. "I understand how you must be feeling. I just wanted to show that I am happy. I don't want to go if you don't want to." They had reached the end and were now climbing the stairs to the world above.
 
Erik listened to Christine humming their song and he smiled at her. After helping her out of the boat they started to climb the stairs. "Nonsense, Christine." He said softly, smiling back at her to show he appreciated her concern. "I wish to go." He wasn't lying. He wanted to go if it made her happy and, seeing as it did, he was happy as well. "I want to show you off to the world." He joked with a quiet laugh. "I want to show them how beautiful you are." Both statements were true, but he was so conceited that he believed Christine was a prize that he had won and now was bragging about to the world. He would never think of her in such a way. He took her hand and held it tightly to reassure her that he was more than happy to go.
 
"Are you adjusted?" She asked as she adjusted her dress, referring to his mask. She fixed it herself and smiled, for directly at the top of the stairs, were their three children. Catherine had each of them by the hand and was stunned to see her mother in a wedding dress. "Am I missing something?" She tilted her head and her mother saw William behind her children. The man smiled as he held up her right hand, on it, a diamond ring glowed.
 
Erik smiled at Christine as she adjusted his mask and was thinking about placing a kiss on her lips when she turned away. He saw what she was looking at: Catherine, Lillith, Alistair, and even William was there. Erik couldn't answer his daughter's question - he was distracted by the diamond ring that sparkled on her finger. He went up to his eldest daughter and hugged her tightly. He kissed her on the cheek and congratulated her. He was so happy for her that he was smiling and laughing at the same time he felt like crying. "It's beautiful sweetheart. I'm happy for you." He let go of her with a smile and addressed William. "Young man." He greeted him sharply with a straight face that was almost stern. However, he looked William in the eye and winked at him, a smile forming on the corner of his lips, showing that the sternness in his voice had been an act. He reached out his hand for William to shake and congratulated him. "Be good to her like I know you will." He asked quietly.
 
With everything on his person trembling, the young man shook the hand of the father of the bride. Catherine let go of Alistair's hand to take William's other hand. "Calm down, he doesn't bite." She giggled. "Much." Christine was close to tears as she embraced Catherine. "I wanted you to be my baby forever." She joked. Catherine pat her back, comforting her. "Mama, I will. I promise." William chuckled. "Thank you, Monsiuer, thank you!" He shook back.
 
Erik smiled with a heartwarming laugh - it was funny how happy his laugh sounded, not many would think a man that looked like him could have such a nice laugh. "You're welcome, son." He let go of William's hand and placed his hand on Christine's back and kissed the top of her head. He allowed her the space to hold on to him if she wanted. He whispered soft reassurances to her with a comforting smile. Inside he felt the same way, but he knew this news would come one day. Now, he was happy that his daughter had found some one that she loved and who would love her back equally.
 
"Did you hear that? Sissy's getting married!" Lillith giggled and started jumping up and down like usual. "I know, I know." Alistair refused to join in such childish behavior."Yes!" Catherine squealed as William spun her once. "We wanted to be traditional. We had to ask your permission, Monsiuer Erik." William smiled at Christine for a while. "And, now, we are going to shout it to the world!" Catherine led the whole group through the trap door.
 
Erik smiled at the two young lovers. His heart was filled with many emotions at the moment, but only one shown through in his eyes: love. He was happy to see them together. And, as surprised as he was, he was grateful they had come to ask his permission. "Thank you, children." He said to Catherine and William. "I give you my blessing." He truly did. As the group was heading through the trap door, Erik stayed at the back of the group with Christine and took her hand in his. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it tenderly. "How are you, my dear?" He whispered to her.
 

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