Phan fiction from Aldonza part 4,5 and 6

 "Erik," she said, just having separated from his embrace,"I did'nt know it would feel like this, like it should always be like this. You holding me, kissing me--it all seems so natural to be with you."  She pressed her lips to his hand, the one that held hers.  " What I've done to you," she wept,"how can
you forgive me?  I don't deserve your love, but I want it badly.  I'm so sorry for how I've hurt you, I've made you so terribly unhappy, ever since we met!"

 "Don't cry.  You know how it pains me to see you cry.  I'd forgiven you even before you asked me to! But Christine, you must know that the happiest moments- the only moments of true happiness I have experienced, have been with you.  And never have you not been worthy of my love, never.  Oh, my Christine,don't cry."  Still weak, he sat up and held her to him once more. "It's time you ate."

They talked while he supped, speaking of only the good memories they'd shared together.  She went to put the dishes away, and prepare herself for bed.

 "You've kept all my things nice for me, everything is here just as I left it." Christine remarked, coming into her bedroom, where she'd found Erik a few hours earlier upon her arrival.Erik sat up without the aide of the pillows, as if some of his strength had already been restored.  She knew that he admired her lovely body in an ankle-length nightgown.  Her long hair fell about her, the nightdress was low-cut and flimsy, clinging to her, revealing much of her hidden shape in the dim candelight.  He must have noticed all of this and her tiny, bare feet, her innocent looks and ways.  This was the way he liked her best, his little angel, Christine.

Demurely, she sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you need me to go to my own room,now?"  "No, Erik, you need'nt get up." Naturally, she crawled under the sheets, not realizing how uncomfortable Erik was beginning to feel.  Christine reached over and removed his smooth, white mask.  Placing it on the nightstand, Christine blew out the last remaining candle.

Part 5

With all the uncertain timidity of a young child, Christine fell onto the mattres and searched out Erik's body.  Her hands found the hard muscles of his chest, or what she could feel of them through his untucked dress shirt. Nuzzling up against him, she noticed how tense and rigid he became.  Erik
squirmed, not knowing how to react to her gentle advances.

"Maybe, I should go to my room."  "Nonsense, Erik, stay here with me.  You're not sleeping in that coffin,and you are definitely not sleeping alone tonight."  Her heart-shaped mouth sought his lips as they again embarked upon another passionate embrace.  The soprano knew he wanted her very badly, but his gentleman manner would not hear of it.  Nevertheless, his stong sinewy arms enfolded her, the presence of her silk-clad body against him.

"My Erik," she moaned, sweetly hugging him and curling up in his grasp. Erik did not waste time thinking of how short-lived this happiness might be, but merely savored this evening as the most beautiful he'd ever shared.

She awoke that morning to find herself alone in the bed, the lump his head had depressed on the feather pillow visible to her eyes.  Disappointed at not finding Erik in the bedroom, she sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. Grabbing her dainty white slippers, she put them on, along with a long white robe over her similar nightgown.

Christine Daae's chesnut locks fell down her back loosely as she ventured into the hall leading to Erik's room.  Coming to the door, she knocked and went in at the sound of his open invitation.
"Oh, my dear, you're awake.  I trust that you slept well last night?"  "Yes...I did"  He seemed back to his regular self, she thought, maybe even a bit happy.  The Phantom appeared striking in his elegant evening wear.

The jacket he wore showing off his well-chiseled muscular form.  Again, she took in his height, how tall he was! His towering figure was commanding and quite appealing, so much that, she had to stop and catch her breath.  The effect he had on Christine was making itself known, her heartbeat quickened,she grew warm and blushed crimson.

Part 6

"I am very glad to see that you are feeling so much better.  May I inquire at what time you awoke this morning, Erik?"  " I was out of bed," he paused and thought wistfully of wonderful night,"three hours before you."

"You rise rather early."  Her fingers fiddled anxiously with her hair, making efforts in sweet-sounding conversation,albeit awkward. "I try not to waste to much time in bed. There is so much one can do in twenty four hours, Christine."

They sat down for breakfast, sipping on hot tea from the samovar, and dining on croissants of fluffy bread.  She watched Erik eat quickly, as if it were some chore that must be done everyday--not something to be enjoyed and savored.  Christine stood up after she'd finished her meal, and came to stand by him.

"Erik, shall we walk?" Offering her hand to him, she awaited her peculiar companion's reply.  He rose from his chair, and hesistantly, maybe out of surprise, took her little fingers in his grasp.  Her approval and satisfaction were shown to him by her kind smile.

 "Where would you like to walk, mon chere?" "Oh, anywhere."  Pausing, she contemplated for a few seconds, "Let's go to the roof, noone will be there.  We can look at the sky--it will be lovely!"   "Well....."  "Please, Erik..?" "Alright, my girl."

They traveled up to the roof that morning,a sense of homecoming in each of them.  The opera was the place where Christine had grown and spent many days learning and living.  Erik held her hand as they moved their way up, his hand warm and soft, not cold and clammy.  The route was one of passages and dark corriders.  Finally, the two reached their destinantion.  Erik, not accustomed to the morning light, squinted until his eys adjusted.  They took a seat underneath Apollo's Lyre, and talked about the city that lay at their feet.

"You can see all of Paris from up here, Erik." "I know."He seemed to be enjoying their little sight-seeing venture.  Christine noticed how Erik watched her hair blowing in the French wind.  Timidly, he put his hand out.

"Christine, may I?"  She nodded assental.  Erik pulled her chesnut tresses behind her head and ran his silky fingers through it.  She sighed a little, surprised by how much she was enjoying his touch.  Christine felt some emotion she could'nt quite determine or identify when she looked into his
lanquid and pained blue eyes.  They continued to stare intensely at one another, their faces closing in the short distance that lay between them.  She kissed him this time, not as he had sought her lips on the night she returned.

Maybe, this would be a sign of hope for him, for both of them. His lips were sweet and pleasantly moist to her as she savored them.  The velvet pressure of this touching, made Christine quite dreamy, almost ethereal.

"Christine Daae'!" A voice yelled from behind, interrupting

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