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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,173
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Erik looks at you once again; at your small nod he takes a seat at the table. You break your gaze, knowing his eyes will try to pry information from you. Feeling braver with another gulp of brandy laced tea, you smile across the table then turn to look at Gerik.
"So how is the weather tonight?" Your attempt at small talk brings another scowl to his lips.
"It is freezing outside, as you well know. Why in god's name did you send me there? And to leave such a note as that?"
"The note didn't lie. I am home and I was entertaining a guest." Your friend nods as Erik's gaze turns towards her again.
His eyes narrow. "Surely there are more appropriate places for you to entertain your friends."
You both smile across the table, holding a gaze for a moment before turning your attention back to Gerik. "For the kind of entertainment we have planned... this location is perfect..."
Erik's eyes widen as he catches sight of your hand tracing the low neckline of your dress. He leans over and grabs your other arm, pulling you close before rasping in your ear. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
Before you can answer, a soft voice interrupts. "Ah...now now no secrets. Surely we can speak openly to one another."
As you both turn to look at her, she smiles. Her hand mirrors your actions, tracing the neckline of her dress. Going a step further she allows her hand to massage her breast through the fabric. As Erik's mouth gapes open, you nod and at your cue you both move your free hands under the table. Each hand moves along a muscled thigh, causing Erik to jump violently.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
"Exactly..."
"What?" You could swear you heard his voice crack for the first time. You both smile.
"A fuck is exactly what we hope will go on here."
Erik's eyes dart between the two of you. You can see him battling his own will and confusion as he tries to decide if this is reality offered before him or another of life's cruel jokes upon him.
His voice is a low growl when he finally replies. "You are quite serious about this, are you not?"
Your friend stands up before you can reply and quietly walks to stand behind you. Her hands lightly stroke you shoulders, her touch causing you to look up at her. But her eyes stay on Erik, never breaking his gaze as she leans over and kisses the soft skin of your neck. You moan softly as she gently nips the skin before pausing to address the stunned man at the table.
"I assure you, monsieur, we are quite serious. But..." She leans over to meet your lips briefly before continuing. "if you are uninterested, I am sure we can entertain ourselves."
"So how is the weather tonight?" Your attempt at small talk brings another scowl to his lips.
"It is freezing outside, as you well know. Why in god's name did you send me there? And to leave such a note as that?"
"The note didn't lie. I am home and I was entertaining a guest." Your friend nods as Erik's gaze turns towards her again.
His eyes narrow. "Surely there are more appropriate places for you to entertain your friends."
You both smile across the table, holding a gaze for a moment before turning your attention back to Gerik. "For the kind of entertainment we have planned... this location is perfect..."
Erik's eyes widen as he catches sight of your hand tracing the low neckline of your dress. He leans over and grabs your other arm, pulling you close before rasping in your ear. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
Before you can answer, a soft voice interrupts. "Ah...now now no secrets. Surely we can speak openly to one another."
As you both turn to look at her, she smiles. Her hand mirrors your actions, tracing the neckline of her dress. Going a step further she allows her hand to massage her breast through the fabric. As Erik's mouth gapes open, you nod and at your cue you both move your free hands under the table. Each hand moves along a muscled thigh, causing Erik to jump violently.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
"Exactly..."
"What?" You could swear you heard his voice crack for the first time. You both smile.
"A fuck is exactly what we hope will go on here."
Erik's eyes dart between the two of you. You can see him battling his own will and confusion as he tries to decide if this is reality offered before him or another of life's cruel jokes upon him.
His voice is a low growl when he finally replies. "You are quite serious about this, are you not?"
Your friend stands up before you can reply and quietly walks to stand behind you. Her hands lightly stroke you shoulders, her touch causing you to look up at her. But her eyes stay on Erik, never breaking his gaze as she leans over and kisses the soft skin of your neck. You moan softly as she gently nips the skin before pausing to address the stunned man at the table.
"I assure you, monsieur, we are quite serious. But..." She leans over to meet your lips briefly before continuing. "if you are uninterested, I am sure we can entertain ourselves."