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Phoenix	By : LadyMeda Category: M through R > Phantom of the Opera Views: 4486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Erik watched from the rooftop as a fourth day without his dancing angel sank into the horizon. His fingers brushed absentmindedly over the petals of a rose he'd painstakingly dyed to match the hue of Meg's aqua eyes. He'd planned to give it to her when she visited next, but that time had yet to come. Erik knew that the Opera would be keeping Meg very busy. Nonetheless, he'd at least expected to hear from her when she'd been given her newly redecorated room.
Yet no word had arrived. That night when he'd finally checked on her, she'd been fast asleep on the bed. She hadn't even bothered to change out of her costume. Erik had attributed her lack of attention to be from sheer exhaustion. But now two days later, he was not so certain.
Worry beaded like vinegar atop a slick of oily irritation. Was she bored of him already? After everything they had gone through, could she truly just cast him aside? The way she spoke to him... the way one look from her could make him feel so utterly complete; surely those things were genuine.
Weren't they?
Erik shook his head and tried not to fixate on the notion. There was the more pressing issue of the upcoming opera to worry about. This afternoon he'd watched in the shadows as Meg and her mother tried to choreograph the dances. The pair had made very little headway in four days of near constant practice. Their styles were too different.
As Erik sat on his stone perch, he watched patrons begin to flow out the doors of his opera house. The show had ended, and Erik had made up his mind. This had gone on long enough. He swooped down from his post and made his way to Meg's room.
When he finally came to look through the one-way mirror, the room was empty. For a moment he thought about returning later. Erik was just turning on his heel when Meg's soft laughter drifted from the hallway. Moments later, the door opened to reveal her stepping through a small crowd of eager men..
“You are all very kind, but I assure you I need no protection.” Erik heard her say, followed by the excited chattering of her gentleman callers. The boldest of the men pushed in front of the others and took Meg's hand.
“Please Mademoiselle, may I have a kiss to remember you by?” The wolfish stranger implored. Erik mentally pleaded with her to say 'no'. White-hot jealousy seared through his veins as she brought the man's undeserving hand to her celestial lips.
The kiss lasted but a few seconds, though to Erik is seemed to linger for an eternity. Eventually he watched her give a final curtsey before ducking into the room and shutting the door. Erik stayed hidden a moment longer, trying to shove down his anger. Slowly it began to abate as Meg sat at her vanity and started to brush her hair.
Soundlessly he stepped through the secret entrance and swept up behind her. As their eyes met in the mirror of her vanity, she tensed.
Erik reached around to set the aqua rose on the counter, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “An impossible rose to compliment your impossible beauty.”
Meg's eyes widened as she looked at it; but it took less than an instant before her expression grew cold. She turned a cheek to both him and his gift.
“I do not want your impossible rose.”
Her words sliced at his heart. “And why not?” Erik asked, straightening up and trying to harden his emotions against her response.
“It has too many thorns.” Meg answered with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders.
Erik's preparation was entirely unsuccessful. Her lukewarm indifference cut deeper than any name she could have called him. Anger and jealously returned with a vengeance. Without a thought he grabbed her wrist and yanked her upright.
“What are you doing?!” She yelped as he dragged her through the passageway beyond the mirror and shut it behind them.
“You wish to cast my affections aside?” Erik growled as he pulled her deeper. “FINE! But I will not let your performance suffer for it! We practice NOW!”
“NO!” Meg shouted, digging in her heels to fight against him. “I will not go with you! I do not wish to practice now!"
“Of course you don't!” Erik bellowed. “You are too busy basking in the affections of other men!” A fresh wave of jealousy coursed through him at hearing his own words. In an instant he rounded on Meg, pushing her back against the damp wall of the tunnel. Their noses were nearly touching as he hissed. “I was not lying when I said that you belong to ME!”
Meg's eyes narrowed as she met his glare without an ounce of fear. “How would I know?” She spat with pure venom. “You are such a good liar.”
Erik hesitated. His mind raced to sort out the context of the situation. Relief descended like a warm blanket as he realized that Meg wasn't bored with him. She wasn't tossing him aside. She was simply angry. Very angry, by the looks of it; but anger is an emotion reserved for things we care about. And as long as she still cared, he could live.
“Special tea?” Meg growled with a hefty shove against his chest, startling him out of his thoughts. “Special tea?! How could you?! How could you take such liberties with my body and not tell me?!”
Erik watched in shock as the look of anger on her face began to change. Her delicate features scrunched up as tears mounted in her eyes. “I trusted you!” She cried, striking him in the chest a second time. He did not stop her. “I trusted you, and you lied to me... just like he did.”
Despite another torrent of blows, Erik wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to his chest. Meg erupted into sobs and fought against his embrace, but he did not relent. He held her firm until finally she began to calm.
“I'm sorry.” He whispered into her hair. “I'm so very sorry. I did not mean to hurt you.”
“But why?” She murmured against his breast. “Why did you lie to me?”
He let out a lofty sigh before giving her the honest truth. “I wanted that day to be perfect for you. After all that you had been through at the hands of men, I didn't want to add something else for you to worry about.”
To his relief, Meg did not pull away. Instead, she looked up at him with wet eyes. “Do you think I would not want to bear your child?”
The thought of a beautiful baby of hers being tainted with his affliction was nearly unbearable. Erik did his best to skirt the uncomfortable issue. “I think it should be a matter of carefully weighed decision... not one that happens by accident. A child would cost you every endeavor you currently have. Is that what you want at this moment?”
Slowly she shook her head. “No.”
Erik hugged her to his chest with renewed fervor. It amazed him that this tiny girl could stare down a man who had caused so much bloodshed without a hint of fear. As always, she seemed to see beyond the monster. The thought of losing her was terrifying.
“Oh Meg, I think I would lose my mind if you left. I'm sorry that I was so rough with you. Can you love me still?”
Meg pulled away to search his eyes as if she might find her words within them. Agonizing moments of uncertainty passed before she finally spoke.
“The strength of your emotions does not frighten me.” She said with a soft smile. “Your passion is what draws me to you like a moth to a flame.”
Erik cupped a hand around her cheek; desperate to feel her soft skin against his. “But how is it that you alone see the man behind the monster?” He asked.
Meg held his gaze and spoke a bewildering insight, well beyond her years.
“All of us leave a piece of ourselves hidden in shadow. It is the part that we hope the world will never see.”
She paused, running a loving hand over his mask before letting it fall to rest over his heart. “Those wicked, hidden needs can birth amazing creativity... or terrible destruction. And the more we try to hide that darkness, the more violently it tries to escape. I love you because you do not try and quell that twilight. Instead, you embrace it.”
Meg fastened her eyes to his as she continued. “It is only when you hide it from me that I become truly afraid; because no matter what, it will seep out in some form or another. That is where the true destruction lies. Martine tried to disguise his nature, and it nearly destroyed me. I never want to be so blind-sighted again. Especially not by you.”
Erik stood and looked at her dumbfounded. He had no words. None at all. It was as though she had peered into his soul and picked out every insecurity he'd ever had and then wrapped them in her warm embrace. In the end, all he could think to do was lift her into his arms and carry her towards his home...
Their home.
“I love you.” He breathed as they stepped over the threshold. “I love you so much my heart cannot bear it.”
Meg answered him with a wanton kiss, leaving him unable to protest as she stole his mask. A sudden, high-pitched clash echoed through the room. Erik looked to see his porcelain face laying in two pieces on the ground.
Somehow he could not bring himself to care.
Meg's eyes widened as she saw it. “I'm s-sorr--”
“I have more.” He panted before seizing her lips again.
Their tongues danced as he set her on her feet. Immediately he felt her dainty fingers begin fumbling with the buttons at his waistline. As her palm brushed over his arousal, Erik groaned and broke their kiss.
“We should be practicing.” The words came out a husky breath. “There's no time for this.” But even as he spoke, his hand reached up to capture her covered breast. Meg's back arched in response, exposing the flawless skin of her neck and sending his desire sky-high. His fingers wrapped around her slender throat and pulled it to his waiting mouth.
“You're probably right” She whispered to him as he hungrily tasted her soft flesh. Her fingers continued to undo the last buttons of his trousers. His firm shaft sprung free as its covering fell around his ankles.
“Carmen is a very erotically charged character.” He growled against her neck before reaching down to feverishly yank down her leggings. “Unfulfilled sexual tension would aid the choreography immensely.”
“I think Carmen is more of a woman who gets whatever she wants.” Meg insisted, hastily helping to rid herself of the bindings. Erik left her hardly enough time to step away from the pile of clothes before picking her up by the waist. She wrapped her legs around his hips, positioning him at her entrance.
The pair let out a simultaneous cry of ecstasy and relief as without hesitation he pulled her down on to his waiting member.
“As you wish.” Erik grunted before moving to pin her against the nearest wall. She landed with a hard thud, and for an instant Erik worried he had hurt her. To his delight, she let out a soft moan and crushed her lips to his.
He wasted not a moment before starting to drive into her with ruthless force. All thoughts but the feel of her heavenly, fiery sex melted away. Meg cradled his shoulders, using them to get better leverage while she brazenly rode his hips. Her heart beat like a hummingbird against his chest as he took her without remorse.
“Oh God, Erik! Don't stop!” She cried, arms tightening like a vice around his back.
He had no intentions of stopping. As he ground his hips into hers, her back arched off the wall, forcing his manhood in to the hilt. Meg cried out again as she came, her velvety canal contracting around him.
She started to gasp for breath as he plundered her tightening passage, desperate for his own release. Erik's eyes shut tight as it began to build in the pit of his stomach. With a gravelly moan and one final thrust, he filled her with the seed of his desire.
Erik leaned his forehead against hers as the wave of ecstasy slowly receded. For several blissful minutes the two remained locked together, breathless and spent. When he finally looked into her face, she was smiling. Her cheeks were rosy with exertion. Erik grinned back at her; and in that moment of perfect, shared happiness, they both began to laugh.
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