Unfaithful

A/N- Thanks so much to those who reviewed, this story has been on the backburner for months. I knew what I wanted to happen, but between work and life (and Three Spirits sucking up all my time too! :)) it just had to wait, but there will be regular updates and I hope y'all enjoy em!
Thanks
Bella



The Jewel Song from Faust had replaced La Boheme as Christine read over her new resume and cover letter.

It has been too long since I have had to do this. She proofread both documents and spell checked them yet again. I wonder if I have anything else I need to add.

Finally satisfied, Christine loaded the printer with high quality paper and sent and sent the documents through. Looking over the printed pages she immediately caught a typo. Dammit,,,so much for being through. Christine quickly corrected the date. Ok is there anything else I....

"AHH!" Christine jumped as a hand grabbed her shoulder. She whirled in the chair, hand clutched over her heart. "Holy shit, Raoul are you trying to scare me to death."

"Sorry." The apology had a sarcastic ring as Raoul turned the master volume control down, the final trio of Faust fading into nothingness. "I knocked, but with all this racket blasting I guess you didn't hear me."

"Racket huh?" Christine turned back to her computer, printing her documents once more. "That's about your understanding of it, isn' it?" She popped her neck in an effort to alleviate the increasing stiffness.

"Oh come on hon." His hands massaged her shoulders. " I don't want to fight over this...this silly misunderstanding."

"Silly?" Christine pushed her hands away and stood. "Why is it silly for me to want to try and do something on my own?"

"Ok sorry, wrong word choice. That's not what I meant, you know that." Raoul sat down on the edge of the desk. "So what are you working on?"

He has to know everything. Christine placed her resume in a folder. "I am applying for a position at the Manhattan Lyric Opera."

'You don't need to work. I make more than..."

She cut him off. "Money's not the point here."

"OK well what is this Manhattan Lyric..."

"Here!" Christine reached for the mouse and quickly opened the MLO webpage. "Anything and everything you might want to know. Where it is, what they do, who I might be working with. Enjoy your reading." The last was called as she headed out of the room.

"Christine..." His voice seemed like a pleading whine to her. "Where are you going?"

She felt the tension creep further down her spine. "To soak in a bath..." She turned and gave him a warning glare. "Alone."

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Christine flinched momentarily at the feel of the hot water. She glanced at the door, making sure she had remembered to turn the lock before stepping her other foot in. The scent of vanilla wafted up with the steam as Christine slowly slid into the water. She closed her eyes and tried to relax as the soft strains of Chopin echoed off the tiles.

Why does he have to ask about everything...no not now....you're going to relax. Think of something positive, like seeing Meg again. She smiled, remembering the crazy things they had done in college. Who went a little wild? Too much fun though... she chuckled, glad to know Raoul didn't know everything about her...at least back then...Now what's so interesting to know. ACK STOP. You're not going to drag yourself down anymore...enough is enough. Back to positive thoughts....The Lyric...

She tried to imagine working surrounded by music again. I hope it's as good as Meg says. Hell even if I don't get the job I am still going to start attending performances again...Raoul and his racket be damned.

She reached over and grabbed the nearly forgotten glass beside her. As she took a long slow drink Christine could feel the warmth of the merlot coursing down her throat. As the glass emptied she could feel the heat moving outward to her limbs, a stark contrast to the now cooling water.

The empty glass was carefully returned to its perch, the candlelight reflecting the deep green of the goblet.

I saw that color today... Her mind whirled through the days events. Starbucks...those eyes...

Christie felt another wave of warmth, this one having nothing to do with the recently consumed merlot. Her memory touched upon the features so quickly imprinted in her mind. Tall...tanned...must spend time outdoors...if the rest of him matches his face...mmmm...

Almost unconsciously, Christine let her hands wander, caressing her neck as she remembered the hand that held the door open that morning. Such long fingers, broad palm...might play be piano...could probably play other things well too, with hands like those.

Christine closed her eyes, imagining the stranger's hands were the ones cupping her breasts, tracing and teasing her nipples, rather than her own. Mmm...I wouldn't just want his hands....His mouth...nipping its way down me.... She let out a gasp as she pinched her hardened nipples, the tepid water now ignored completely as she lost herself in fantasy.

One hand stayed in place, circling and teasing, as the other slid down her belly. God...to fucking ride him, slide up and down his cock. Christine bit into her lip as her hand slid between her legs, fingers easily finding the swollen nub. Or to be pinned hard beneath him, driving into me...

She slid two fingers in as her other hand moved to continue stroking her clit. Her hips rocked, the water sloshing dangerously close to the edge. To be really fucked...hard... to...to

In her mind she was screaming, begging, pleading as her imaginary lover pushed her body closer. Yet in her reality, aware of Raoul's presence in the house Christine muffled her cry as she climaxed, her body arching in its release.

Opening her eyes to the familiar surroundings, she released the water and stood on shaky legs. Grabbing her robe, she wrapped herself in it before blowing the candles out. She could hear Raoul turning ESPN on in the bedroom and she smiled wryly as she sat at the vanity table to brush out her hair. Sad when the imagined is better than your reality.

TBC