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Christine wondered what Erik was doing, until she felt his strong presence before her. "My dearest." His words were but a mere whisper in the air as she turned to his voice.

She felt his warm lips again on her and she kissed passionately back, this time slipping her tounge into his mouth.

Erik groaned as he slipped his own tounge to hers and they danced, a warm, sensual desire that racked each others mouths as Erik slipped his arms around Christine.

He leaned her over, kissing her as her body arched and he leaned over her. Together they reached back up and Christine ran her hands along Erik's chest.

She felt a strange, bone-like sensation as she caressed the shirt Erik wore. "Please Christine," Erik removed Christine's hand, afraid of her feeling his skeletal frame. She may not have been able to see him, but she could still feel him, and Erik knew he would die if Christine rejected him.

He needed her terribly, but was also terrified of her reaction. "Erik, sweet Erik. Please let me know." Christine whispered quietly.

Erik felt hot tears sting his face, and he gently reached to Christine's hair, running his gloved fingers through the tiny curls.

He cursed and Christine gasped, then he ripped the gloves off, holding his bony hands towards Christine. "Feel my hands and you will know. Christine, I need you, right now in my heart. I...Love you."

Christine reached into the air and Erik grasped her hands, while her face showed her shock. What she was holding in her hands was a skeletons's hand; cold, flesh-less skin.

Yet the owner of that hand, Erik, excited her with no bounds. His voice, his talents, and his intelligence shocked Christine. She couldn't understand why God would bestow such gifts upon a deformed freak.

She held the cold hand in her own warm ones and tried to warm him. Gently Christine pulled Erik's hand to her face and let him touch her, without the gloves. Erik ran his fingers along Christine's neck, and gently leaned down.

He placed a kiss on her cheek, and then moved to her ear. As he brushed Christine's hair with his fingers he whispered, "Do you honestly want me Christine Daae?" He asked. Christine's heart beat as Erik's deep voice made her almost swoon.

She leaned into Erik's hand and whispered, "Take me my Angel. Erik."