The Fury Of Desire

The carridge started off and Erik pulled Christine, his wife, near to him. Placing a light kiss on her forehead he smiled at
her, letting his gaze wander the entire length of her body. A blush ran slowly down her body as she caught him staring. A
giggle escaped her lips and she hit him on the shoulder playfully as she caught his eyes and saw the blatant longing inside
them;

"Patience my love" she said, her tone light and playful.

Erik chuckled and nodded, placing another small kiss, but this time on her lips. Christine rested her head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly as bliss radiated throughout her body, leaving calmness in it wake. Erik placed his arm around her
body and pulled her close to him again, her warmness wonderful against his cool skin. Never before had he ever felt so calm,
never before had he felt so at peace but even now, with his wife by his side he couldn't shake the niggling itch at the back
of his mind. The niggling itch that somehow, eventually the boy would come to claim what Erik now called his, taking with him
not just his Christine but his one reason that he still walked on this wretched planet.

He was only aware he was almost thinking out loud when he caught Christine staring oddly at him, concern obvious in her eyes.
He let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and unclenched his right fist which he had unconciously balled up in
anger - his knuckles turning white through the power of which he forced.

"Are you okay my love?" she whispered, slightly apprehensive at recieving his answer. Erik looked down, his eyes filled with
love, his manner now soft and gentle again, the easy passion with which seemed to radiate between them back returned and
again Erik pushed the thoughts to the back his mind making a vow to deal with it later.

"Never better mon ange" came his reply. He smiled softly at his wife and nodded, trying to punctuate his point that all was
well. He didn't see the need to worry her until it became necessary, he would let himself carry this burden for now.
Christine nodded back and took up her previous position resting on his shoulder, her thoughts talking back to the night
ahead. A small smile crossed her face as she tried to imagine what her husband had planned. Erik looked down at her with
interest as she sat there, her body calm but even he could sense the tiny labour in her breath, the way it caught slightly as
she seemed lost in her thoughts. He ran his fingers through her hair slowly watching her unconciously keen to the side to
meet his touch and another sigh left her lips.

God how he loved this woman, how he needed her, how she had saved him - not from society but from himself, when all else had
failed she came and showed him the way home. By himself he had learnt how to float, to drift by on the water of life but
she... she taught him how to swim, she taught him how to fly. With her by his side he felt invinsicble and there would never
be enough time to tell her - his whole life, his future, his heart and soul was this woman who lay by his side.

Soon enough the carridge stopped and Erik gently ran his fingers across Christine's face, who had fallen asleep during the
journey. Her eyes fickered open slightly and she smiled at him softly, coming to full conciousness quite quickly. He extended
his arm and Christine took it as he slowly lifted her to her feet and he pulled her close to him as they got out of the
carridge together. Erik hummed a tune as they walked arm and arm towards the Rue Scribe, a smile playing on his features on
what was going to happen when they got inside - he hoped that Nadir had gotten it all ready having slipped out and left just
after the ceremony had ended and had come to Erik's lair to prepare Erik's wedding present to his wife.

Erik unlocked the gate and grasped a lantern which always hung just inside, lighting it in one fluid motion. Christine
followed him in and nuzzeled into him as they walked towards the boat, the smile still playing on Erik's features, trying to
surpress the laughter that rose in hos throat again at the images that ran through his mind of the look on Christine's face
as she saw what he had done for her. He sighed happily and kissed Christine softly on the head. After a while they had
reached the boat and both of them stepped aboard and Erik grasped the pole and pushed them forward across the lake to him
home, *their* home.

Erik hummed a tune again, it told of triumph, happiness and utter contentedness and Christine joined in, putting to it words
from an old song that her father used to sing to her when she was little and he would play his violin to her. In no time they
had reached the other side, Christine stepped out first only to quickly be picked up by her husband with a suprised giggle.
Erik laughed too as he carried her forward, opening his front door with one hand and pushing it open before carrying over the
threshold and setting her down on the floor.

The place was completely dark but even in this condition Erik's uncanny sight could see that everything had been done.
Seeking out a match he passed it to his wife and said softly, a slight strain in his voice;

"You do the honours my love"

A sound of confusion left Christine's lips but she took the match as she felt it being thrust into her hand, striking it and
lit the first candle and then another 5 more. Turning towards the bed her mouth opened slightly as she saw what was
different. On the bed rose petals were scattered over it liberally, candles, unlit were all around and on the bed lay a blood
night dress and robe - made of silk, not unlike Erik's black robe which lay beside it. A note lay on top of her robe, rimmed
in black, her name written in his familiar red scrawl. Looking at Erik, confusion set in her features, but Erik just looked
at her and motioned her forwards the note. Christine took his lead, and walked forward slowly, gingerly lifting the envalope
up and turning it round, he had not used his seal. Smiling she opened it slowly and pulled out the contents, inside lay a
piece of paper, musical notes drawn carefully on it, words written underneath, it was titled "For My Wife" and Christine
stared at the page blindly, unsure of what to do. Eventually she was aware of a presence down, Erik ran his tongue across the
nape of the neck and up to her ear where he whispered slowly and carefully; "That is for you, we shall go and practice..."
The deliberate exaggeration on the word practice combined with the sensual nature of his whispered words sent a shiver down
her spine and she surpressed a moan by biting her lip slightly.

Erik extended his hand and she took it, as he gently guided her around to where the organ sat, its dark shape almost omnious
in the half light. Motioning her to sit down she did as she was asked, to be joined quickly by Erik who sat behind her, his
legs staddling her from behind. With careful measure he lifted up the lid and quickly ran his fingers across the keys to warm
them up before placing the score onto the stave and gently kissing Christine on the back of the neck again, breathing in the
scent that was uniquely her, with a slight pause he began to play, not looking once at the score as he closed his eyes and
let the music take over, the night was young, forever would be just one long night time with her by his side, he had finally
found his home and he would not let her go for anything in the world.