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

She was very nervous the whole time he had allowed her to sing. She was so used to him singing this to her like a lullaby and her performing the theatrics, but, she liked the change. "Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor


Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender." She grasped the ore again. "Turn your face away, from the garish light of day." She held his head in place with her hands.


"Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light


And listen to the music of the night."
 
Erik continued to smile at her, letting her do as she pleased and observing everything she did with fascination. Oh how he loved to watch her, almost as much as listen, when she sang. The feeling of her hands against him brought back that same old feeling in his heart. If he weren't still rowing, he would have taken her hand in his. Instead, he turned his head just slightly, enough to press his lips to her palm in a kiss
 
They had come around many corners and it seemed to take forever to do so. "Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before." She felt very strange, singing it to him instead of vice versa.


"Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar. And you'll live as you've never lived before." Her voice got softer during this part. Much more enticing.
 
Erik found himself closing his eyes, not because of the words, but simply because her voice made him want to do so. Especially as she hit the note for 'soar' and brought her voice down softer. She really did have the voice of an angel and it still, to this day, made Erik weak. He forced himself to open his eyes again, being that he was rowing and had to see where they were going. Plus, he wanted to watch Christine. Through his distraction, he was able to see that they were almost to the other side of the mass of water. Erik could have cared less though, for when she started singing again, his full attention was diverted back to her. He felt just as strange, not singing to her, especially this song. So, with the next verse he smiled, and began to sing with her. "Softly, deftly music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it secretly possess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind in this darkness that you know you cannot fight. The darkness of the music of the night."
 
Christine was stunned to.silence again, tears filling her eyes, for her favorite song was being sung by the very man that wrote it. This meant more to her than any ring on her finger or any number of performances on that stage." Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world


Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!" She held him close to her, just enjoying it.


"Let your soul take you where you long to be!!!!" She paused, letting that sink in more.


"Only then can you belong to me."
 
Erik sighed audibly, though unintentionally, as she held him close to her. Her voice was just so captivating that he could not help it. Plus, the words to the song meant everything to him. They were words that he had felt so many years ago and still felt to this day. What made it even more special was that, now Christine was singing them to him. And she meant them as well, Erik could tell. He started up again, singing softly to her so that it sounded like that - personal, words written just for her. "Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me...trust me. Savor each sensation. Let the dream begin. Let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write. The power of the music of the night."
 
She did as her teacher commanded, holding onto him tightly and letting his hand sweep through her hair as she caressed his face. She loved every moment of this song. This song that she had grown with since that first romantic boat ride that she took with him. Finally, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and burned her gaze into his. "You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night." She kissed him passionately, then, their fun concluded when they hit earth.
 
Erik let her hold tight to him, smiling as he sang. When she looked into his eyes to sing the last part, Erik was stunned at how deeply she was gazing into him - as if she were staring right through his soul. He treasured her kiss, returning it just as passionately and only breaking it when the bat rocked lightly from having hit the other side. "That was sung beautifully, Christine. I can't tell you how much it means to me to hear you sing that song." He sighed, smiling, and reluctantly stood and removed himself from the boat, still longing for her lips. As always, Erik offered his hand to her to help her out.
 
Rocking in a light motion as she remained in the boat, she stared down at his hand, a smirk forming on her rosy lips. "I hope you aren't expecting me to take that." Christine chuckled as she said this. "It's quite filthy. Don't you ever wash them?" She paused again, waiting for his answer. "No, I can get out by myself." She lifted her skirt and stepped over the edge of the little ramshackle boat. Making a wrong step, intentionally, of course, she grabbed his offered hand just in time, though her face hit his chest in the process.
 
"Ha!" Erik scoffed, and teasingly responded. "Of course I do!" He would have pulled his hand back in defiance, but by then she was falling, intentionally, and had grabbed onto it. Erik held her up with his hand, supporting her with his other, and smiled as she hit his chest. Pulling her up to safety, Erik laughed. "It's funny how clumsy you've been lately. You know," he teased, part of him wanting to embarrass her just a bit because he loved her reactions, "you don't have to pretend to fall into me."
 
She could stand this embarrassment no longer. "So, you wish for me to fall into you on purpose, Erik?" She raised her brow at him. "I thought you would want some space, my Phantom of the Opera." She also took a crack at a tease, though she was sure that she failed at it. "Isn't that why you choose to stay in the cellar?"
 
Erik found himself laughing at her, though in the most loving way possible. "Of course not! I wish to be surrounded by people all the time." He joked. "Can you not see?" Erik waved his hand around at the empty corridors, save for the two of them. "And no, I choose to stay in the cellar so that I do not have to deal with people I do not care for. It makes my life rather simple, in actuality." He teased back.
 
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she swayed again. "And, now, you have not one, but seven more mouths constantly going at every opportunity." She kissed him. "You would take that over silence? That surprises me. After all of the screaming and torture that.you.hear, you'd.think that you'd want silence." She pulled him along, not sure.of where she.was taking him. "Pardon me, but, where are you taking me, dear?"
 
Erik smiled at her as she wrapped her hands around his waist and swayed. He quickly followed suit. "Indeed, I would, my dear. Because I care about every single one of you." He let her pull him along, but when she asked him where they were going Erik stopped, thinking. "Well, I'm not really sure." he laughed. "I destroyed our lovely stage." He tapped his chin. "Where to? Hmm...well, where would you like to go for a lesson?" he teased.
 
She agreed with him. "It looks like a lumber yard." She teased. "But, on the inside." Still swaying, she guided him toward his favorite spot, the one that she knew he would appreciate most. "How about here." She smiled at him. "It's still quiet and away.from the commotion that a certain man caused." She laid against him, truly enjoying his company.
 
Sighing happily, Erik smiled at her choice of place and kissed her. "Have I ever told you how you are far too sweet, Christine?" He laughed softly, enjoying being outside again with his dearest love leaning against him. "This place is perfect. And yes, we wouldn't want to be interrupted by all the commotion, would we?" He agreed. "I do believe, my love, that it's your turn to pick the song." He teased, wrapping his arm around her for as long as she stayed leaning against him.
 
Blushing as he wrapped a single arm around him, she thought of the perfect song that would fit every romantic situation. "Alright, I have one, but, you must guess what it is, my Erik." She knew that there was a high likelihood that he may get it right, the again....
 
Erik raised his brow at her, smiling. "You and your teasing!" He laughed, thinking. "If I get this wrong, you cannot blame me - after all, I am a grandfather." Erik joked before taking a shot in the dark at her song. "Hmm...might it be my lovely song, The Point of No Return?" Erik almost found himself crossing his fingers, hoping he was correct.
 
"And getting older every day." She laughed, running her hand through his hair, trying to find a gray one, without any luck. "Hmm, no, you're so very wrong, but, if that song makes you feel any better, I shall sing it. Though you may not like it, the song I was speaking of happens to be just as romantic, maybe more. I was speaking of All I Ask of You." She could not hold in her laughter and amusement.
 
Erik smiled, though he tried to look annoyed, as she ran her hand through his hair. Finally, he took her hand and pulled it away, but placed a kiss on it and smirked at her before he let it go. "More romantic?" Erik scoffed and crossed his hands over his chest. "I say that's highly unlikely." He teased her, but when she said the song name he was surprised. Delighted, but surprised. "Christine, by all means, sing it. But...are you sure you want to?" He asked, knowing that this particular song was a sensitive subject, indeed.
 
She knew that the song would upset him, for it was not his song, rather hers ans and Raoul's song. "You don't want to sing a song that doesn't belong to you, fine." She waited for him to begin Past the Point of No Return. "I just, thought it would be nice for you to not have to sing a whole song by yourself, but, this is your choice." She smiled, telling him that it was alright.
 
Erik eyed her curiously, then confessed to her. "It isn't I that minds, Christine. I was only thinking of you." He didn't want to add the other part he was thinking. Because I know how much you still care for him. "But, if you wish to sing one of our songs, I shall not complain." Grinning, Erik began the song. "You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge. In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent. Silent. I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge. In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me. Now you are here with me, no second thoughts. You've decided. Decided." Erik wrapped his arms around her, still smiling even as he sang, unable to keep himself from doing so. "Past the point of no return, no backward glances. Our games of make-believe are at an end. Past all thought of “if” or “when”. No use resisting. Abandon thought and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks it's door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold! What warm unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return?"
 
She felt him before she heard his.voice get closer to her. He was right there. Right there. So close to her that she could feel the hot breath emanating past his lips. "Oh, Erik, how do you know what exactly to do with me?" She asked, after he sang, letting herself become his prey in this moment. She was the majestic gazelle that couldn't escape the ferocious lion. "You know exactly what to do at all times."
 
Erik smiled at her words, thrilled that she was enjoying what he was doing. "I know you, Christine. It's just that simple..." He held her close and ran his hands up and down her sides and across her stomach. "Trust me..." he whispered to her, placing a kiss on her neck, "you do the exact same thing for me."
 
She continued the song with her eyes closed. "You have brought me to that moment when words run dry." She paused, letting that sink in as she kissed his cheek. "To that moment when speech disappears into silence. Silence." She moved away from him, holding a finger to her lips.


"I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining." She then stood in front of her husband, reaching behind her to grab his arms and wrap herself in them.


"Defenseless and silent, now I am here with you, no second thoughts. I've decided, decided."
 

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