Paris' Song

A/N: Well what do you know, it's the elusive Lemon!!

Chapter Nineteen

"You're cheating, I know it!"

"Why would I need to cheat when you can't even play the game correctly to begin with?"

"I know how to play! And I know when someone is cheating, Erik, and you are!" Paris glared at her husband across the chess board.

They were in the music room one night the week before they would be traveling to Raoul and Christine's wedding. Erik had suggested they play a game of chess. That had been several games ago and Erik had beaten Paris every time.

"My dear, you are losing on your own accord. Don't go blaming me for your lack of skill. And why would I need to cheat now when I've beaten you at all the previous games?" Erik questioned with an amused smile.

"Because I was winning this one, that's why! You couldn't stand to see me beat you so you resorted to cheating!" Paris accused crossing her arms over her chest.

"Maybe I cheated just to see you get so angry? You are rather enchanting when you're angry," Erik teased with a suggestive twinkle in his eyes.

Paris frowned harder and narrowed her eyes at her husband. "Don't try that on me. You're cheating and I demand a restart right now."

Erik gave a sigh of mock distain before retracting the move he had just made. Then he made a move that wasn't as dangerous to Paris' pieces. "How's that? Are you happy now?"

"Yes, thank you," Paris' frown disappeared instantly and was replaced by a pleased smile. She then proceeded to move her knight. "Check!"

Erik raised a brow at her move but said nothing and moved his own pieces. A few moves later, Paris called out a delighted "Check mate" and jumped up from her seat and proceeded to dance around the room.

"You do know I'm going to demand a retribution for my humiliation?" Erik's voice called out to her.

Paris stopped dancing and looked over at her husband, the smile still on her face.

"I'm not going to let you spoil my fun, my dear! I won that game on my own because I caught you cheating!" Paris stuck her tongue out at Erik.

"Don't pull that stunt unless you plan on using that tongue for other things that are more pleasurable," Erik warned, the gleam had returned to his eyes making them dark with desire.

"An empty threat from a loser," Paris sniffed and proceeded to stick her tongue out at him again.

Paris didn't have time to run away before Erik leapt over the chess board and tackled Paris. He rose above her and looked down into her wide, surprised grey blue eyes.

"I warned you, chérie," he whispered before claiming her lips in a searing kiss that made Paris' toes curl.

"I think I like your game better; it's more fun," Paris moaned as Erik nibbled on her lower lip.

"And it's only going to get better."

Erik rose and began to work on Paris' dress. At the same time Paris began to work on getting Erik's clothes off as well. They ended up rolling all over the floor, wrestling with each other as they strove to get the upper hand at removing the other's clothes. Finally Erik pulled Paris up onto her feet and they finished stripping their clothes off. Once the last article of clothing had been tossed to the floor Erik gripped Paris' hips and pulled her hard against his body. His head swooped down and claimed her lips in a rough kiss. Paris moaned and ran her fingers through Erik's hair, freeing it from the ribbon.

"Mon Dieu, you're beautiful," Erik gasped as he kissed Paris' jaw. Paris' only response was a moan of desire.

Erik pushed Paris back until she backed up into the piano. They paused for only a heated second to look into each other's eyes before Erik quickly lifted Paris up onto the piano with her legs dangling over the side. Pulling her legs open, Erik slipped in between them and lowered his head. Paris felt his hot breath on the core of her being and threw her head back with a moan. Erik's hot, wet tongue touched her opening before slipping deep inside where it found the sensitive little nub. Erik's lips latched onto it causing Paris' hips to buck and she gave a strangled cry.

Paris was wet and her nectar slowly pooled onto the top of the piano between her legs. Erik wasted no time in lapping it up with his tongue making sure to get all of it. Erik then slowly kissed upwards. His goal: her mouth. However, he stopped to lather attention to her breasts and place two fingers into her opening. Soon she was moving her hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers. Erik could feel the muscles of her sex contracting around his fingers and knew she was close to coming. As soon as he felt her begin to shake he rose fully and captured her lips just as she gave a cry of release and climaxed.

Once the vibrations slowed down Erik pulled away and allowed Paris to catch her breath. Her head rested on his shoulder and her hot breath fanned his neck. As soon as she kissed his shoulder in a slow heated kiss Erik knew she was ready for more. Ducking his head he captured her lips again and tangled his tongue with hers. He felt her small hands slowly trailing down his chest, over his flat stomach and then gently grasp him. He froze and shuddered. His eyes closed and his head fell back as Paris wrapped her hand around his length and begin to move up and down, teasing the head with her fingers. When Erik felt he wouldn't last if she continued with her treatment he reached down and grasped her hand with his, stopping her movements.

"Keep doing that, mon amour, and I won't be able to hold back," he gasped when she looked at him with questioning eyes.

"That was the idea," Paris grinned seductively.

Erik just looked at her for a moment before he lowered his head and kissed her. He then proceeded to pulled her forward so that his hips were cradled between her thighs and the tip of his length touched her opening. He could feel the heat of her sex and knew without even reaching down that she was wet and ready. With a single thrust he entered her and began to rock. Her legs reached around his hips and clasped him to her as she rocked with him. Erik vaguely hoped he wasn't being too rough with Paris but as her breathing became more erratic and her moans longer and deeper, all thoughts of her discomfort disappeared. He picked up speed and with a strangled cry he froze and shuddered, his seed spilling deep within her womb. Paris' cry followed a second later, her walls clasping around his length as they climaxed.

When they had caught their breath again, Paris pushed Erik away and jumped down from the piano. She then gripped Erik and pulled his face down to hers for a kiss. Erik didn't know how it happened exactly but one minute Paris was backed up against the piano and the next he was. With a rough push Paris managed to topple Erik onto the piano just as she had been not too long before. Rising on her tip toes she caught his mouth with hers while one hand rest on his shoulder and the other trickled down his chest to his flat stomach and then further down to his sex. Erik moaned into Paris' mouth as her hand wrapped around him.

"All's fair in love and war, mon fantôme," Paris whispered into Erik's ear, her hot breath tickling.

Paris pulled Erik's earlobe into her mouth and began to nibble on it. Then she proceeded to trail a path of hot open mouthed kisses down his body. She paused to swirl her tongue in his navel before proceeding to her goal: his erection. She swirled the tip of her tongue around the head and down the length of him. Erik moaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands reached forward and tangled in her hair as Paris took the whole of him into her mouth. His eyes shot open as she began to bob up and down, her tongue swirling around him and her throat swallowing in a massaging motion.

"Paris-mon ange, I-I can't hold-on-" Erik's strangled warning was cut short as he froze and shuddered with the force of his climax. Paris was ready for him and swallowed. Erik fell back onto the piano, drained of energy.

Paris grinned and climbed up onto the piano until she was over him, her arms and legs on either side of his body. Erik opened his eyes and stared up at the little sprite grinning down at him. With a smile he reached up and pulled her face down to his for a heated kiss. He hardened instantly. Paris slowly eased herself back until her entrance touched the tip of his manhood. Her eyes, dark with passion, stared into his glowing ones before she lowered herself completely onto him, her muscles contracting around him in a hot sheath. Bringing her lips back to his, she began to move up and down. Erik lifted his hips in sync with her movements.

Paris vaguely hoped the piano would hold out under their pounding bodies. Each time they slammed down against it the wires twanged. Paris knew she would never be able to look at the piano again without remembering this night. Paris picked up speed when she felt herself nearing the end. Erik moved right along with her. With a shout they both climaxed. Paris slumped down onto Erik's chest feeling weightless and pleased.

"I knew music was very inspiring for a reason," Erik's voice vibrated through his chest a few minutes later.

"Mmm, I think I like our symphonies the best. We make such wonderful compositions together," Paris said with a lazy smile. Erik's chest vibrated with his laughter.

"I think I'm becoming quite inspired again," Erik sucked in a breath as Paris reached down and grasped his hardening length again.

"I don't mind if you have to experiment for a while," Paris breathed as she raised her head and looked into his eyes.

"I think I'll have to do quite a bit of experimenting for this particular piece. I have a lot of ideas floating around in my head," Erik grinned.

"Which one?" Paris teased with a feral grin and gave Erik a squeeze.

"I don't know, let's find out," Erik gasped in pleasure before flipping Paris over.

"Yes, let's."

For the next couple of hours they made love all over the music room. Erik would even stop to compose but would get distracted by his inspiration and would make love to her again. Paris never knew that a music lesson could be so invigorating and the music that Erik composed during their breaks were some of the most erotic compositions she had ever heard him compose. His Don Juan Triumphant didn't come anywhere close and that opera had been rather erotic.

"What do you bet our first kid has been conceived tonight right here on the piano?" Paris asked while resting on the piano while Erik composed.

"If it has it had better appreciate music really well."

"That's only if we haven't frightened it with our music. It may never want to hear music after tonight," Paris laughed and rolled onto her side to look at her husband.

"Who could hate music after tonight?" Erik asked looking up.

Paris laughed again and shrugged. She was getting aroused watching Erik compose naked. She could just imagine his long toes wrapping around the pedals of the piano as he pressed on them. Moving to the end of the piano she peered over the edge and looked down at his feet. She had been correct; his toes were gripping the pedals. Suddenly the music stopped with a clash of notes. Raising her head and looking over her shoulder, Paris grinned when she saw that Erik was looking at her bare bottom with that heated look in his eyes again. Without a sound Erik reached over and grabbed Paris' ankle and pulled her back towards him. With a laugh, Paris allowed him to make love to her again.

"How can I compose if you keep distracting me?" Erik ground out as he rocked with Paris.

"Easy, wear shoes," Paris gasped.

"Shoes!?" Erik cried out in shock before barking with laughter.

"You know your feet arouse me!" Paris accused as her husband laughed.

"You have some of the strangest stimulants, my dear," Erik said as he calmed his laughing down.

Paris just shrugged and wiggled her hips to indicate that Erik should return to the issue at hand. With another chuckle Erik resumed his thrusts much to Paris' pleasure.

They finally collapsed on the floor in front of the fire burning in the fireplace. They fell asleep in each other's arms with contented smiles on their faces.