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

Christine kissed each of the children as well. "I wasn't really planning on sleeping, Erik." She whispered and laid her head on his shoulder and kissed it. She then started massaging his back and shoulders. "You must be tired from all the letters, threats and teaching of innocent minds that you've done since adolescence." She kissed the back of his neck and slid her arms over his shoulders until they were long enough to wrap around his neck. "You are sure that you aren't tired?" She kissed him again. "You have brought me, to the moment when words run dry.. to the moment when speech disappears into silence...silence..." she sang softly and didn't care if he joined or not.
 
As Christine touched him he felt sparks shooting from every impact area - every piece of flesh that she touched felt as if it were on fire. His heart quickened as she kissed his neck and wrapped her arms around him. He rubbed her arms with his hands, then took her hands in his and pulled her gently around to the front of him. "You are one playful devil, aren't you?" He teased with a sly smile. "Of course I'm not tired..." he added, "not anymore." As she began singing, Erik kissed her from her hand all the way up her arm and then up and down her neck. He let himself become immersed in her voice until he was hardly thinking straight anymore - he just did whatever his heart told him to do. He was so caught up in the song, that he decided he would sing with her after all. "I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining - defenseless and silent." He went behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his body and running his fingers up and down her side and her arms. "Now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I've decided. Decided..." He placed his lips on the back of her neck and kissed her.
 
She cut this song short, smirking. "Oh, I do apologize, but you seem to have forgotten that I can be quite...persuasive." she smiled. Wanting to get lost in the song was not on her mind, though she was indeed...." I am completely past the point of no return, my darling mate." She laid against him and allowed him to touch anything he wanted. She trusted him with all he had. "Which, of course, means that I cannot go above and plan my daughter's masquerade ball. Oh, dear!" She pretended to faint in despair. "What ever shall I do, my captor?" She teased. "Angel of Music, speak, I listen." The lyrics were spoken instead of adding a melodious tune to it.
 
Erik chuckled and shook his head at her teases, which he found quite attractive. He ran his hands up and down her body slowly as she spoke and grinned at her. "Well, in that case, I suppose you'll just be forced to stick around with me and enjoy yourself for a while. That shouldn't be too hard to do, should it?" He teased back, holding her close to him. He spoke with a light, playful tone in his voice but he also spoke as though it weren't his words that mattered much. He felt that perhaps his touch would be more intoxicating than his words - as he was not good at teasing in such a way - so he just continued to touch her, pulling his hands back away from her every now and again to see how she would react.
 
"Oh, but it may very well be difficult, should there be a time period where I wish to be away from.." he had commenced flirting with her, causing her to be unable to think clearly while finishing a sentence. "From you." She closed her eyes in time to feel his lips upon her ear and then forehead. "Speak to me and let your words pierce me and cause me to stay and not stray back into some other's arms." She sank back into him and whispered, singing their very first song. "Angel of Music, speak, I listen, sing to me strange angel..." Her body went limp under him.
 
Erik let out a soft chuckle and continued to run his hands up and down her body, a sly grin forming on his lips. He kissed up her neck to her ear, which he grazed over with his lips. He placed another kiss on her forehead and cheek. "Oh, darling," he whispered, "I doubt there will come a period in time where you wish to be away from me." He teased, softly placing kisses on her temple as he spoke. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I believe you need to be near me as much as I need to be near you..."
 
"My love, you speak only the truth." Her heart still would not leave her alone in silence with Erik. "So, you plan to have me all to yourself and keep me only for your enjoyment?" She teased him. "You won't let another man near me at all. You will keep me prisoner unless I do something drastic." She kissed him back. "I may have ruined that beautiful gown you bestowed on me. It was a wedding gown, you see. It wasn't supposed to be treading upon this floor." She felt terrible, but was teasing all the same.
 
"Of course, my dear!" He pulled her closer to him and kissed her neck. "What else are prisoners for?" He teased, his teeth still flashing through his grin. He shook his head in pretend disappointment when she started speaking of the dress. "Oh, dear, what ever shall we do? If you've no wedding gown, you can't get married!" He pretended as though they were in some sort of crisis. He let go of her and stepped a few steps away, rubbing his temple as if thinking. "My, my...I suppose we'll have to cancel. Or, re-plan at least. Oh, all the people that will be so disappointed..." He turned and looked at her over his shoulder. "Unless..." He said, giving her a devious grin before running back to her and sweeping her off her feet and holding her in his arms. "Unless I buy you a new dress - any dress you want! A thousand dresses," he exclaimed as though he had just had a marvelous idea, "for my beautiful princess." He placed a kiss on her lips suddenly.
 
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She looked as though she were horrified. Her fists were balled up as she took a few steps forward. "But that isn't fair! I thought you were a changed man, Erik!" She held this face as he swept her up. "Marry me or I will go away forever!" She kissed him passionately. "All of my time with you would be wasted if we do not marry, dress...no dress...soiled or not!" All of this child's play was somehow so warm and inviting to her as she wrapped her fingers around his head and kissed him. "Monsiuer, you are a cad for believing that I would settle without marriage." She grinned, her pearls in her mouth glowed as she rested her forehead on his.
 
Erik held her in his arms tightly and kissed her. He couldn't hold back his laughter though and he was grinning like a schoolboy. "Alright, Miss Daae." He said sounding determined, pulling away to look into her eyes. "I shall!" He was still very playful as he put her back down on her feet and got down on one knee to take her hand. "My darling, Christine," he said laughing, "I cannot live without you - you are my world. My past, present, and future!" His voice started to get louder as he started to get deeper into the joke and he couldn't stop laughing, though a part of him realized that his words were really true. "Marry me, my sweet, so that I do not have to keep you as a prisoner down here with me! I will give you anything your heart desires..." he made it obvious that he was thinking about something for a moment, then added, "except for your freedom. Once you marry me you're mine forever." He laughed again, but still held onto her hand.
 
Again, her heart was yearning for him. "Once I marry the father of my three children, I shall be free to come and go as I please." She chuckled. "You cannot hold me here if you truly love me." She kissed his hand as she raised it to her lips, having to bend over slightly so as to not lift the man off of the ground. "My answer is a yes." She she kissed his wrist now, making her way up his arm, but stopping. "I wish to be a family with you and the children. They need you."
 
Erik ceased his laughter. She had taken it as a real proposal! Of course, this made him happy, but it was unexpected. "Oh, Christine..." he whispered, his heart yearning for her and his eyes almost filling with tears at his happiness. "I love you, my darling." He met her half way and kissed her softly on the lips. His hands shook as he took hers and held them tightly - his whole body was quivering it seemed. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear, "oh, God, thank you. I love you so much...I need to be with you and the children." As reality set in and he realized that this was, indeed, happening to him, tears started to flow slowly down his cheeks. He did his best to stop them, but he was overwhelmed with joy and could not.
 
She felt the quivering and the tears as they streamed from his face and onto her neck and chest. "You seem so surprised, my darling." She had his head in her hands and was kissing him. "You have the most precious gift in the world. You have love to give and that is what made me love you." She released him and came to the bed, next to her little darlings. "We must tell them." She moved Alistair's hair from his face. "Little Lilly will be so graciously pleased." She kissed her son. "As am I." She left the bed. "I only wish I could tell the Opera Popular all about us."
 
Erik stood and watched her move toward the bed - he felt as if he were in a haze. Though he had known all along that Christine loved him, a part of him still felt as though he was not worth of a wife - especially not one as kind and beautiful as Christine. However, he stopped his tears and wiped away those that were still on his cheeks. "I agree." He said, in regards to the children, smiling at her and bringing himself back to reality. "We must." He was so overjoyed he didn't know what to say to her, what he could do. Then, a sudden thought popped into his head. As he was glancing at Catherine he remembered how she and William had come to ask for his permission for them to marry. He looked up at Christine with a grin on his lips. He went over to her and kissed her softly before vaguely explaining that he had an idea. "There is one person that I must speak to about all of this." Pulling back and looking into her eyes he said, "would you like to come with me?" He looked at the children - all sound asleep in bed. "It'll only take a moment."
 
She took hold of his glove. "Where are we going, Erik?" She paused as she turned around to her little ones. "I do not wish to leave any of them, especially not my little Lillith and Alistair. What if Catherine wakes and tries to escape and attack them? They'll be helpless against her." She wanted to stay with them. "If she escapes or takes a piece of glass from the mirrors, she'll die!"
 
Erik sighed, but he nodded in agreement. "I understand, darling. You're right." He smiled at her and rubbed her shoulders as he placed a kiss on her lips. "We should stay with them." He reluctantly told her what he was planning on doing. "Well..." he started, "I wanted to go pay a visit to your father." Even though he was dead, Erik still felt he had a few words to say to him.
 
She couldn't help but go weak in the knees at his touch. "I do desire to go see him and ask his blessing, therefore..." she searched the room for something to bind Catherine to the bed. "We must tie her up." She found the exact rope that was used on her ex husband so long ago and tied one of Catherine's legs to the bed and gently woke the twins. "My loves...come." she lifted Alistair to her bosom and Lillith to the other and walked on into the water. "Are you coming, Master?" She faced Erik.
 
Erik nodded in agreement and was glad she had decided to come. He followed them out into the water - giving one last glance at Catherine who was still sound asleep. When he got to them he reached out and took Lillith gently from her mother - he didn't want Catherine to have to carry both children. "Up you go!" He said with a chuckle as he lifted the small child into his arms.
 
"Hehe..." she giggled and snuggled into her father's chest. Christine got into the boat as well, glancing back at her eldest child. "Please, be safe, my angel." She sat Alistair down and his head hit the edge of the boat as she picked up the ore and began to row. "My father? Why, he's been dead for decades." She felt the ore nearly slip from her fingers as she loosened her grip, only slightly. "Why must we go to him?"
 
Erik picked up the other ore and started to row with her after setting Lillith down in the boat. He thought about Christine's question for a moment, considered it, before answering. "Why?" He asked as though he were asking himself the question as well. "Well, I know he's dead and everything. However, I still believe that he has the right to know that I'm marrying his daughter." He turned his head to smile at her and his eyes shone his happiness. "I want to thank him, there where he lies." He admitted. "I know it must sound foolish," he said with a chuckle as his face reddened from embarrassment, "but I feel it's the right thing to do."
 
She paused to ponder the answer. "I understand." She was quiet for a long while. "It was only a question." She stopped rowing as the river lessened. "I think its a wonderful sentiment." "M-Mommy..." Alistair woke. "Where are we?" Lifting the thin child into her arms and handing him to his father, Christine smiled lightly. "We're just taking a short walk, seeing as we don't have a ride any longer. Don't you worry." She took Lilly into her own embrace and stepped out. "I do believe, Monsiuer Phantom, that it is ladies first."
 
Erik took Alistair in his arms, wondering how Christine really felt about the whole thing. He chuckled, letting her get out of the boat with Lilly first before he and Alistair got out. As they walked on to the cemetery Erik's mind kept spinning with questions. He hoped that this little 'visit' wouldn't hurt Christine. Finally, not knowing what she felt drove him to blurting out a question. "Do you not wish to go?" He wasn't angry, very much the opposite, he just didn't want her to be upset over this. "What I mean is, I understand if you don't want to do this." He wished he had just kept silent, but he couldn't unsay what had been said.
 
She kept her daughter close. "I'm fine, my love." She lied to him. In truth, this was painful, but she had to try. "Let's just hurry along, please. I do not like this part of Paris." They were passing by abandoned homes and school houses that were covered, overhead, with dangling tree limbs. "Dangerous men live here."
 
"Of course, darling." He held Alistair in his left arm and wrapped his right arm around Christine's shoulders to keep her close to him as they walked on. When they did finally approach the cemetery and went through the gate, Erik found himself in awe. He had always found cemeteries beautiful - not in a morbid sense, but there was something about a person's final resting place that made him fell...well, alive.
 
She walked along the edge of the cemetery, searching for Gustav Daae's final resting place. "Father, where are you?" She felt a song in her heart, but couldn't come up with the words. "I wish you could see how beautiful your grandchildren are. I wish you could be here to hold them." There were tears in her eyes as she fell to her knees in front of the grave stone of her father.
 

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