Requiem of Love (Erik's Side of the Story)
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,081
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
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I stood with my back to her as I hastily finished putting my mask back on and was securing it. I was now completely dressed in black, opting to wear a long black silk robe and pants. I needed something loose fitting, which hid any obvious signs of arousal. Hearing her footsteps, I turned around abruptly. She took my breath away before I could even speak. Her hair was seductively disheveled. Those unruly curls made her look wild and untamed like a lioness. She wore a very lovely and delicate white lace robe and matching camisole that were both too large for her small frame, causing them to slip loosely around her shoulders and hang dangerously low in the front. She was unwittingly threatening to reveal more than I could handle. Thankfully, she tried to make adjustments to cover herself as best she could.
“I know it’s a little big, but it was the prettiest one,” she said.
Clearing my throat, I finally spoke, “Well you look lovely in it Angel. Here, come sit with me by the fire,” I said reaching out my hand, hoping it was steady and dry.
She sat next too me while I added a few more pieces of wood to the hearth. Focusing my eyes on the flames and wondering what her reaction would be, I said as calmly as possible, “It looks like you’ll be staying with me tonight.”
“Oh,” she responded, sounding only slightly surprised.
“Yes, I hope that won’t cause any disruption to your today tomorrow,” I said, relieved that she didn’t sound frightened or upset.
“No, it will be fine. Madame Giry and Meg are away for few days and there are no rehearsals tomorrow.”
“Well that’s a bit of a relief,” I smiled. “Are you sleepy my dear?” I asked, hoping she would be and that she’d want to get under the covers, free from my sight and reach.
“No not really, a little tired, but not sleepy,” she replied.
I wasn’t really in the mood for singing anymore, so I had to think of something else to make her sleepy or else it was going to be a very long night. I thought a little Brandy would do the trick. “Perhaps, you’d join me in some Brandy and then afterwards I could do a sketch of you?” I asked.
“A sketch? Oh Erik, I don’t know, I haven’t any make-up on and my curls are all frizzy now.”
“Oh Angel, don’t be silly. You look lovely natural, in fact you’ve never looked lovelier,” I smiled. “Now let’s have that Brandy, shall we,” I insisted.
From the corner of my eye, I watched her watching me finish drinking my glass of Brandy, while she only had a few long sips of hers. I hoped that those few sips would be enough to put her out for the night. No such luck, she still seemed wide awake. Afterwards, I gathered my drawing supplies and instructed her to sit by the fire. I thought that once I started to draw I could focus more on my paper than her presence; plus I would have something to cover my lap if need be.
She couldn’t sit still for long, neither could I, because her robe and camisole straps kept threatening to slide off, taunting me. I began to shift uncomfortably in my chair, trying to prevent the inevitable reaction. After a few moments of this, I decided I had to get rid of that robe that was torturing me so relentlessly and help her properly adjust her gown.
“Erik, I’m sorry for not being still, but my robe keeps slipping,” she explained.
“That’s alright Angel, since it’s nice and warm here by the fire why don’t you take that silly thing off,” I said, referring to that sadistic robe, as I knelt to reach for her shoulders. When my hands touched her bare skin fire ran through me. I gently slid the evil thing off. She grasped at her camisole to keep it from slipping along with the robe. I smiled in amusement and gratefulness. “You know dear, those straps are adjustable, let me help you with them.” I pulled her up and turned her back to me. I gently lifted her hair and placed it out of the way, rubbing it against my cheek before doing so. My fingertips grazed her soft, sensuous back as I tightened the straps for her. My whole body came to life, cherishing the feel of her skin, knowing this was as close as I’d ever come to sharing an intimate moment with my Angel. How I kept my hands steady, I’ll never know.
“There, that’s better,” I said, as my hands rested on her shoulders.
“Thank you,” she said, seemingly undisturbed by there presence.
I started to lift my hands and walk away, but before I could move she pulled my right hand to her lips and kissed it. It was not just one quick kiss, which would have been more than I could’ve ever asked for, but it was a series of slow and languid kisses. Once she relinquished my hand, I held it before my eyes to see if it was truly mine. I stood frozen behind her, still unsure whether or not I was hallucinating. “I love you, Erik,” she said so softly, it was barely audible. We both stood silent for a few seconds, before I wrapped my arms around her, fearing she was a figment of my imagination. “Angel, I never knew,” I whispered back softly into her ear. “I love you too,” I said, delivering a flurry of kisses down her neck, confirming she was real. I slowly turned her around too face me and realized I wasn’t the only one who had tears welling up in their eyes.
“I must be dreaming,” I said, “I must be,” still unable to believe this was really happening.
“No, you’re not dreaming Erik. I love you. I love you with all my heart.”
“Oh Angel, I love you so deeply that it hurts, but only in my dreams did I think you’d return my feelings. I never thought it possible you could feel that way about me. You deserve to love and be loved by someone better than me,” I paused, “someone perfect,” I said turning away, knowing that she would soon come to her senses and change her mind.
“Erik there is no one better than you; in my eyes you are perfect,” she cried.
I finally found the strength to turn back around to face her as a single tear fell down my mask, followed by another, then another in rapid succession. She reached to wipe them away and kiss my face, before reaching to untie my mask. Out of instinct I grabbed her wrists to stop her, but quickly let go. I told myself that if she were truly going to love me then she would have to see Erik, not the Phantom. I stood silently as she removed it. Once the mask was removed and she still looked at me with such love in her eyes, the tears subsided. I knew if she could love me like this, as I truly was, there was no reason for tears.
“What are you thinking?” I asked nervously.
“I’m thinking you need to kiss me,” she smiled
“As you wish, Angel, as you wish,” I said as I pulled her to me, Erik, the man she loved.
“I know it’s a little big, but it was the prettiest one,” she said.
Clearing my throat, I finally spoke, “Well you look lovely in it Angel. Here, come sit with me by the fire,” I said reaching out my hand, hoping it was steady and dry.
She sat next too me while I added a few more pieces of wood to the hearth. Focusing my eyes on the flames and wondering what her reaction would be, I said as calmly as possible, “It looks like you’ll be staying with me tonight.”
“Oh,” she responded, sounding only slightly surprised.
“Yes, I hope that won’t cause any disruption to your today tomorrow,” I said, relieved that she didn’t sound frightened or upset.
“No, it will be fine. Madame Giry and Meg are away for few days and there are no rehearsals tomorrow.”
“Well that’s a bit of a relief,” I smiled. “Are you sleepy my dear?” I asked, hoping she would be and that she’d want to get under the covers, free from my sight and reach.
“No not really, a little tired, but not sleepy,” she replied.
I wasn’t really in the mood for singing anymore, so I had to think of something else to make her sleepy or else it was going to be a very long night. I thought a little Brandy would do the trick. “Perhaps, you’d join me in some Brandy and then afterwards I could do a sketch of you?” I asked.
“A sketch? Oh Erik, I don’t know, I haven’t any make-up on and my curls are all frizzy now.”
“Oh Angel, don’t be silly. You look lovely natural, in fact you’ve never looked lovelier,” I smiled. “Now let’s have that Brandy, shall we,” I insisted.
From the corner of my eye, I watched her watching me finish drinking my glass of Brandy, while she only had a few long sips of hers. I hoped that those few sips would be enough to put her out for the night. No such luck, she still seemed wide awake. Afterwards, I gathered my drawing supplies and instructed her to sit by the fire. I thought that once I started to draw I could focus more on my paper than her presence; plus I would have something to cover my lap if need be.
She couldn’t sit still for long, neither could I, because her robe and camisole straps kept threatening to slide off, taunting me. I began to shift uncomfortably in my chair, trying to prevent the inevitable reaction. After a few moments of this, I decided I had to get rid of that robe that was torturing me so relentlessly and help her properly adjust her gown.
“Erik, I’m sorry for not being still, but my robe keeps slipping,” she explained.
“That’s alright Angel, since it’s nice and warm here by the fire why don’t you take that silly thing off,” I said, referring to that sadistic robe, as I knelt to reach for her shoulders. When my hands touched her bare skin fire ran through me. I gently slid the evil thing off. She grasped at her camisole to keep it from slipping along with the robe. I smiled in amusement and gratefulness. “You know dear, those straps are adjustable, let me help you with them.” I pulled her up and turned her back to me. I gently lifted her hair and placed it out of the way, rubbing it against my cheek before doing so. My fingertips grazed her soft, sensuous back as I tightened the straps for her. My whole body came to life, cherishing the feel of her skin, knowing this was as close as I’d ever come to sharing an intimate moment with my Angel. How I kept my hands steady, I’ll never know.
“There, that’s better,” I said, as my hands rested on her shoulders.
“Thank you,” she said, seemingly undisturbed by there presence.
I started to lift my hands and walk away, but before I could move she pulled my right hand to her lips and kissed it. It was not just one quick kiss, which would have been more than I could’ve ever asked for, but it was a series of slow and languid kisses. Once she relinquished my hand, I held it before my eyes to see if it was truly mine. I stood frozen behind her, still unsure whether or not I was hallucinating. “I love you, Erik,” she said so softly, it was barely audible. We both stood silent for a few seconds, before I wrapped my arms around her, fearing she was a figment of my imagination. “Angel, I never knew,” I whispered back softly into her ear. “I love you too,” I said, delivering a flurry of kisses down her neck, confirming she was real. I slowly turned her around too face me and realized I wasn’t the only one who had tears welling up in their eyes.
“I must be dreaming,” I said, “I must be,” still unable to believe this was really happening.
“No, you’re not dreaming Erik. I love you. I love you with all my heart.”
“Oh Angel, I love you so deeply that it hurts, but only in my dreams did I think you’d return my feelings. I never thought it possible you could feel that way about me. You deserve to love and be loved by someone better than me,” I paused, “someone perfect,” I said turning away, knowing that she would soon come to her senses and change her mind.
“Erik there is no one better than you; in my eyes you are perfect,” she cried.
I finally found the strength to turn back around to face her as a single tear fell down my mask, followed by another, then another in rapid succession. She reached to wipe them away and kiss my face, before reaching to untie my mask. Out of instinct I grabbed her wrists to stop her, but quickly let go. I told myself that if she were truly going to love me then she would have to see Erik, not the Phantom. I stood silently as she removed it. Once the mask was removed and she still looked at me with such love in her eyes, the tears subsided. I knew if she could love me like this, as I truly was, there was no reason for tears.
“What are you thinking?” I asked nervously.
“I’m thinking you need to kiss me,” she smiled
“As you wish, Angel, as you wish,” I said as I pulled her to me, Erik, the man she loved.