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

Erik watched in silence every movement she made. He couldn't take his eyes from her, she was that enticing. He stood still, letting her do as she pleased, and smiled as she wrapped herself in his arms. Erik happily held tight to her, just waiting, listening, breathing softly. He closed his eyes so that he could focus on her voice and her touch, letting those two senses take control of his body and not rely on his sight to see for once.
 
Christine smiled, finally letting herself be taken from this world, from all of her torment. "Past the point of no return, no going back now. Our passion play has now at last begun." She kissed him, to show her passion. "Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question." She held up one finger as she said this. "How long should we two wait before we're one?" She then examined the beautiful stone upon her purely white hand.
 
Erik relished her kiss, wishing that he could just hold her like that forever in his arms, their lips pressed gently together. However, when it broke, Erik opened his eyes again and watched her, his eyes shimmering with all the love he felt for her, just as brightly as the stone on Christine's ring. To her words, Erik took her ring hand and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on it, but ever moving his gaze from hers.
 
She felt his kiss. It seemed as though he never stopped kissing her, which was making her grin right now. "When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?" She held his burned face in this moment, hoping that he would be fine with this. "Past the point of no return, the final threshold! The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn! We've passed the point of no return!"
 
Erik joined in on the last part with her, smiling as he did so and not taking his gaze from her the entire time. He didn't mind that she was holding his face at that moment. The memories had all since been pushed far back into his mind and they hardly came out. Not even at this moment. Well, they did, however, Erik was not frightened by them, to his own surprise. It seemed that, as long as Christine were here with him, his past no longer mattered. She had accepted him and loved him for what he was. And, as they finished the song, the emotions that came with that thought consumed Erik and he wrapped his arms tightly around her in an embrace. Running his fingers gently through her hair, Erik kissed her once again.
 
She removed her husband's mask and kissed the burned side of his face all over. How she loved and adored this face! Why? She didn't know. He was more or less a creature of darkness and, as so many people have told her, she was an angel of light and beauty. But, none of what other people have said mattered. She had what she wanted. Her lips would stick to Erik's skin, un-glue, then stick again. Each kiss was even.more passionate than the last.
 
Erik's heart raced faster with each kiss she placed on him. He found that he was shaking from the rush of emotions and sensations running through his body and he was starting to breathe deeply. With each touch of her lips to his skin, Erik swore he felt himself falling even deeper in love with her than before, though he didn't see how that was even possible. He still held her tight to him, then took her hands between his shaking ones and kissed them. Removing his lips at last, Erik spoke to her in a whisper, for that was all he could manage, his voice quivering as much as his body. "God, I love you so much, Christine! There are no words to describe my feelings for you."
 
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"We should be thanking Him." Christine broke away from his face, though she didn't, in any way, want to. "He has brought us together and blessed our song." She kissed his brow, or rather, where his brow should have been. "Oh, God! You're stunning!" She was exasperated by his beauty. "He's blessed our family and people should be happy that we are happy in each other's arms. She nuzzled into his chest, smiling as she attempted to get warm. "They should just be happy and leave us be."
 
Erik closed his eyes, almost in tears because of her words. He held her tight to his body as she nuzzled into him, and rubbed his hands lightly up and down her back. "Oh, I do. I thank Him everyday for you and the children. Even Andrew, now." He admitted, his smile bright as ever. "You're right, Christine. I wish people would leave us be...but, the only people we ever need worry about are the members of our family. Remember that. Only their words should matter to us." Erik kissed the top of her head tenderly.
 
As the breeze overtook her and she felt both her dress and hair billow behind her, Christine sang another tune. "Say you love me every waking moment...promise me that all you say is true...love me, Erik, that's all I ask of you." She smiled, only singing that part for a reason. She knew that he loved her, but she wanted to hear it on this balcony.
 
Erik smiled down at her. How beautiful she was with the breeze blowing her hair. As she sang, Erik held her close, swaying just a little - as gentle as the breeze. "You know I do." He whispered to her, softly in her ear before saying it anyway. "I love you, Christine." He echoed her words, singing softly now. "Love me, that's all I ask of you..." Erik placed a tender kiss on her lips, closing his eyes and letting the moment sink in.
 
Christine was now shedding salty, damp tears that trailed all the way down her cheeks and into her hair. "You know I do, Erik. Be with me, always. Don't leave my side." She swayed with him, letting her heart do as it wished. "I live for you, Erik. I love waking up to your face. Then, going to bed with it next to me as well. With this arms wrapped so kindly around me, keeping me warm." She didn't wipe her tears as she touched his face with her palm. "I see no distortion, my lovely husband."
 
Erik nodded, tears filling up in his eyes, unable to speak for many moments. Her words made it hard to swallow, hard to breathe, but in the most beautiful way possible. He reached up, brought his hands to her face and wiped her tears from her cheeks as he smiled at her through his own. Then, he brought his one arm down and wrapped it around her waist again. Erik turned his head just slightly so that he could place a kiss on her palm, then he brought up his free hand and took her hand from his face, brought it down, and placed it on his chest - over his heart, which was beating rapidly. "I will never leave you, Christine. I could never. I will be here for you as long as you want me."
 
She gasped, then looked up at him. "Ssshhh, hush, please, my darling friend. You mustn't be so upset." She smiled at him, still appreciating his beauty. "Come now, Erik. Please stop this crying. You'll make me cry as well and I can't handle it." She chuckled at this. "Don't you want to be happy?" Her words were soft and pleasurable. Nice and warm. "You have too great of a heart to keep telling your soul that it is evil. That it is ugly. That it will never find love. For, it has!" She started crying immediately. "Even if you couldn't sing, I would always come to you, my friend." She assured him. "You are far more to me.than a husband and teacher."
 
At her words, Erik forced himself to stop crying. In fact, he found himself laughing softly, still holding her hand in his. "Oh, of course I want to be happy! I am, Christine. I truly am, thanks to you." He pulled her close against his chest as she started crying, and held her there tightly, protectively. Comfortingly. "I would be nothing without you, and you know that, Christine. Your words make my day less dark, and having you near makes me feel wanted in the world. If you were gone, I would feel..." Erik searched for the right word. "Lost." He placed a kiss on the top of her head. "But you're here, and I thank you. You can rest assured that I will always be here for you, my love."
 
She blushed. He was laughing at her. "Oh, I see. So, you think that you would be nothing without me?" She teased. "That's funny, I would be nothing without my husband either. Except, perhaps, a single mother still raising three little babies on my own." She chuckled, just to match his laughter. Still embarrassed, she kissed him again. "But, why would I want to be all alone, without a big..." she wrapped herself in his arms, "strong man by my side. You're rather intimidating, my dear. You scare most other men away just by your brute size." She laughed at this.
 
Erik smiled at her kiss, as well as her adorable blush, then laughed again at her tease as she wrapped herself in his arms. "Splendid!" He exclaimed softly, in regards to her 'scaring other men away' comment. "That makes my job easier if they just get a look at me and run. I won't have to fight so hard to keep them from you." Laughing, he added, "well, most of the time, anyway" noticing how his arm still stung a bit if he moved it wrong. "So, don't worry. You won't have to raise three children on your own." Erik teased back, holding her tight.
 
The young singer smiled at her husband's words. "I would love to stay here and forget all of our cares, but, there is a reason we came here and there are children that need us." She laughed lightly. "Oh, yes, they'd be crushed if we didn't come home as soon as possible." She thought, especially of how hungry her little baby Jonathan would be right now. "My love, we must go back, but not without a dance really quickly." She winked, smiling at him.
 
Erik nodded in agreement, knowing she was right. Though, he sighed jokingly. "Alright...I suppose. If we must." He threw his hand up in the air, pretending to be exasperated. Then, he laughed at her request. "A dance, you say?" Erik thought about it for a moment, then placed his hands in position. "Okay, my dear. Let us dance." He smiled at her warmly. "However, if I mess up, you aren't allowed to say so. You're asking for this, remember that!" Erik teased her.
 
"Oh, but, I am allowed, for, if you tread on my feet, I will be ever so upset, my dearest." She promised him that. Putting her own hands in position, she swayed with him, listening to her father's music in her mind. "What ever happened to my father's violin?" She asked, having not seen the beautiful work of art in years. "I haven't seen it in forever."
 
Erik chuckled. "Well, then. I suppose I'll have to not mess up." He went silent and swayed with her, also letting music that was not there fill his mind. Then, he heard Christine's voice again. "Oh, do not worry. I have kept it safe. It is below, at home." He chuckled again, feeling rather pleased with himself. "It was too beautiful to leave lying around out in the open where anything could happen to it. So, I hid it away in another trap door of mine. Rather, I should say, hiding place." Then, he added a little softer, "I shall give it back to you when we return, if you would like."
 
The feeling of relief that washed over Mrs. Destler was great, indeed. Having not seen the precious piece of music from her father in over thirty years, she was anxious to go down below and see if what her husband said was true and that the violin was indeed safe from harm. "It was very beautiful, indeed." She wiped another tear that had made it past her nose. "Did you know, Father would take me with him on trips and have me dance while he played?" She was sent back into her memories. "He was such a fool with it. Dancing around as he played." She laughed out loud. "Oh, how I miss such moments."
 
Erik looked upon his dearest with saddened eyes. He knew how much pain she must be feeling - with every memory of her late father. "He was a phenomenal violinist. I remember so very well hearing him play in this very House." Erik paused, allowing himself to remember those times. "His death was a tragedy, to say the least. A sin, if you could call it that. No man like Gustav Daae should be allowed to die so young, with so much to live for." Erik listened with a sympathetic smile as she recalled her times with her father. Then, a though occurred to him. An idea, rather. "I know it would not be, could never be, the same as hearing your father's music. However, if you should ever want me to, I would be more than happy to play something for you on his violin." Then, he added, "if you don't wish it, I understand."
 
The tears just kept.coming from Christine's eyes. He had the violin! He wanted to play for her! Thinking about his offer, she smiled. "It would be a much warmer memory if I saw or heard you play for the children, letting your daughters dance as you played." She kissed his hand. "My father would have been very pleased with how you've turned out, Erik." She kissed his neck. "You are so good with all of us." Smiling, she kissed his cheek now, making her way up to his brow and nose. "Yes, I accept your offer, my Phantom." She kissed his lips at last.
 
Erik couldn't hold back his smile at her happiness. "I shall have to remember that. Playing for them as well would be nice." Relishing her kissing, Erik closed his eyes only when she kissed his lips. "Thank you, Christine. I always hoped that I was making him proud. I never knew your father too well, but I always hoped that, for your sake, he was always pleased with me. With the way I watched over his daughter...and his grandchildren." Erik took her hand in both of his, holding it lovingly but never taking his eyes form hers. "I like to think that perhaps he is happy that I married his daughter." He added jokingly, "though I highly doubt it."
 

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