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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,177
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 5
You walk arm in arm across the room, returning to the table. Your friend looks up and smiles at you both, acting as if she has not heard your entire conversation.
“My apologies, mademoiselle.” Erik offers an unpracticed yet still graceful bow. “I am afraid I do not have many guests to visit here.”
“Apology unnecessary but accepted, Monsieur.” She offers her hand and Erik quickly and nervously takes it and places a light kiss upon it.
“Well, now that that is settled…” she gives a light laugh and gestures to the table. “Shall we finish our tea?”
Erik looks over at you. Your sly smile tells him that she is not serious about the tea as you speak up. “Perhaps some other refreshment in place of the tea?”
“So Monsieur has changed his mind?” She gives you both a subtle glance before sipping from her cup again.
You feel Erik grasp your arm as he answers. “You must understand, mademoiselle, that this is a situation I have not found myself in before. I am sure,” He pauses to gesture to the mask. “You can understand the why, and that it is also the reason I trust very few people.”
He glances at you when he speaks of trust and you know that it is directed to you. You rub your hand along his muscled arm.
“Monsieur, you have no worries from me. I am here at the invitation of my friend, and will either stay or leave at your request.”
“I…” Erik looks at you again, your affirmative nod giving him needed courage. “We…would like you to stay.”
“I have explained the basics…. That we had not done more than what he has seen tonight.” You snuggle closer into Erik. “And that what happens…or doesn’t…is completely his call.”
“She is correct, Monsieur.” She stands up to face you both. “We have been friends a long time, shared many dreams, many secrets.” One hand reaches to caress your cheek as her other lightly touches Erik’s arm. “So at her invitation I have come here, and whatever happens here you have my vow that I shall not breathe a word of it.”
“If she trusts you,” he regards the hand still lingering on his arm. “Then mademoiselle, I shall as well.”
“Well in that case,” your voice turns them both to look at you. “Shall we seal the promise with a kiss?”
“My apologies, mademoiselle.” Erik offers an unpracticed yet still graceful bow. “I am afraid I do not have many guests to visit here.”
“Apology unnecessary but accepted, Monsieur.” She offers her hand and Erik quickly and nervously takes it and places a light kiss upon it.
“Well, now that that is settled…” she gives a light laugh and gestures to the table. “Shall we finish our tea?”
Erik looks over at you. Your sly smile tells him that she is not serious about the tea as you speak up. “Perhaps some other refreshment in place of the tea?”
“So Monsieur has changed his mind?” She gives you both a subtle glance before sipping from her cup again.
You feel Erik grasp your arm as he answers. “You must understand, mademoiselle, that this is a situation I have not found myself in before. I am sure,” He pauses to gesture to the mask. “You can understand the why, and that it is also the reason I trust very few people.”
He glances at you when he speaks of trust and you know that it is directed to you. You rub your hand along his muscled arm.
“Monsieur, you have no worries from me. I am here at the invitation of my friend, and will either stay or leave at your request.”
“I…” Erik looks at you again, your affirmative nod giving him needed courage. “We…would like you to stay.”
“I have explained the basics…. That we had not done more than what he has seen tonight.” You snuggle closer into Erik. “And that what happens…or doesn’t…is completely his call.”
“She is correct, Monsieur.” She stands up to face you both. “We have been friends a long time, shared many dreams, many secrets.” One hand reaches to caress your cheek as her other lightly touches Erik’s arm. “So at her invitation I have come here, and whatever happens here you have my vow that I shall not breathe a word of it.”
“If she trusts you,” he regards the hand still lingering on his arm. “Then mademoiselle, I shall as well.”
“Well in that case,” your voice turns them both to look at you. “Shall we seal the promise with a kiss?”