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A/N: The story this is based off of is "The True Opera Ghost" which I wrote based off Phantom. The gist is, in my story, the Phantom is Christine instead of Erik, and Erik is Christine, Raoul is Meg and Meg is Raoul. So if that confuses you, deal with it. This is basically what I thought of one night that MIGHT have happened, had Erik chosen Meg and not Christine. Enjoy, and R&R, or I will sic u with my Punjab lasso! ahem, dont own Phantom, if anyone cares...

Christine let the icy water of the lake caress her thin body and pull at her hair. She was entirely naked, not even wearing her mask. She seldom wore it anymore. Who cared? Erik was gone. The Opera was destroyed no one had entered it since the fire was put out and those trapped had been rescued. The Phantom had hidden herself for nearly a month, until it was safe to live in her lair again. This she did, eating only enough to keep from starving, and warming herself only enough to keep from freezing. Her own life hardly mattered.

She ducked under the surface of the water to clear her mind of that fateful night her last sight of Erik. She had loved him desperately before, but now he was her obsession. She thought about little else but him, and her music, which she had managed to hold on to through her madness.

She resurfaced in the shallow water, kneeling on the bottom, with some of the sand from the lake s floor in her clenched fist. She opened her hand sadly and let the grains drift away in the water s current. She watched the golden cloud settle, and heard a sound.

She whirled around and thought she had truly gone insane. There, on the bank, seemed to stand Erik, watching her intently, gazing raptly at her naked body and hideous face.

Christine froze. He was moving toward her, striding fully clothed into the lake, until he fell to his knees bare inches from her. Suddenly Christine was pressed against him, encompassed by his arms. It took a moment for her to realize that he was kissing her passionately, as well.

She tried to pull back, to look him in the eye, but his grip around her skeletal frame was like iron. His lips sucked at hers, seeming to remove the energy from her body. Her hands went to his shoulders to keep her from collapsing. A tear ran down her marred cheek. Why was he torturing her so?

He let go of her lips and went to her deformity. He licked the salt tear away and kissed her all over. She hung limply in his hold now, and more tears were wetting her face. He loosened his grasp a little, cradling her slight frame against his strong one.

"It s okay," he murmured softly in her ear. "Christine, I love you."

He began again to move, pulling her with him, lifting her in his arms. She was paralyzed. He had sapped every ounce of her strength. As they reached the lake s shore, he picked her up, reclining her in his arms, and kissed her chest. She gave a quiet sob as he carried her over the threshold of the bedroom. He kissed her forehead and laid her down on the bed.

Her wet body shivered as he stroked her stomach. She lay, as limp and helpless as a very small child, as his fingers caressed her white body, brushing over her chest, cupping her breasts gently. She watched as one of Erik s hands left her skin to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, pulling at the fabric until it dropped to the floor.

Many of his costumes left his torso bare, and she had seen it often enough, but tonight it looked especially muscled, perfectly toned. Her weak hand went out and brushed his waist, unsure. He took it and kissed it. Christine closed her eyes, hardly believing what was happening.

A moment later, she was covered in warmth. Erik was lying atop her, braced above her on his forearms, draped over her shivering body. The cloth of his trousers rubbed against her bare legs and pelvis, heating her. He radiated power and passion, making her feel very small and afraid. His lips closed over her throat, his teeth grazing her skin. Her breath came in gasps as his heated mouth worked its way down her neck. She was no less aware of the path his hands were making over her breasts, down her sides, across her thighs. As his tongue began to circle her erect nipples, his fingers touched the folds of skin between her legs.

She jerked at the contact, opening her eyes. His tongue lapped at her breastbone, then moved downward, licking her stomach, her naval, her hips. Suddenly, she felt his lips kiss her sex. Her hips bucked, and she began to tremble violently, but he did not stop at that.

The tips of his fingers pulled her lips apart, exposing her throbbing sex to the cold air. She felt the nub of her clitoris thrust upward, becoming swollen and stiff. His fingers stroked the short length lightly, and grazed the tip. A moan escaped her parted lips, and he pushed her legs a little farther apart.

He kept gently rubbing her woman s erection, speeding up a little. Her back arched as fluids flowed from her body. Suddenly, his tongue was on her, licking the wetness away. She gasped aloud as he dove into her, sucking more liquid from her depths and flooding her with the need for his love.

Her body seized up in orgasm, filling his mouth with her come. He tasted her flavor as it passed over his tongue, sucking it greedily into him. He could feel her trembling a combination of the passing orgasm, the cold air, and the shock at being loved so suddenly by the man she had obsessed over, but not seen, for several years. Prodding with his tongue, he felt her virginity, scarred as though she had once lost it and healed. Erik would take it again.

He felt he had delayed long enough. He wanted to taste her lips, her skin. He crawled slowly upward, nibbling her flesh all the way. Her chest was heaving with her breath, and he kissed each breast softly. Another few inches and he kissed her eyelids, her damp cheeks, her lips. He let his hands travel over her body, massaging her, giving her his warmth.

After a moment, he drew back and stood on the bed, towering over her like a god to a human. He discarded his trousers swiftly, and then lay over Christine again. There was fear in her wide eyes, but his kiss was almost forcing her to relax. Shivers passed over her. Her cold hands drifted up to rest lightly on his back. He pulled away for a moment, meeting her eyes to be sure she knew and was ready for what he was going to do. Her eyes were very wide now, but she nodded slightly. He covered her lips again, being as gentle and relaxed as he knew how, and smoothly, lovingly, entered her body.

She pulled back an inch to cry out, her eyes shut tight. She whispered words that Erik did not understand, her trembling lips moving faster than he d ever seen anyone speak. He moved tenderly within her, pulling out and pushing in slowly to let her feel him. He ceased her whispering, taking her mouth in his softly. For the first time, he felt her respond to him, letting her tongue out of her mouth to touch his. He quivered with delight as he felt her long fingers slide down his backbone. He sped up the motions of his hips ever so slightly, and Christine moaned in the back of her throat.

Erik felt both of their approaching climaxes. Her inner muscles were slowly tightening around him, and her flesh was hot and wet. He felt his own pressure growing and growing, and thrust a little faster, not wanting to cause too much pain to a virgin. Her cry of pleasure was muffled inside his mouth. The pressure increased more and more, until Erik could not bear it any longer. He buried himself deep within Christine, crying out as she clamped down around him in orgasm. His climax was simultaneous, and he came hard in her body, thrusting into his orgasm. She screamed as she felt the hot rush of his seed, but it was quieted by his passionate mouth.

At the end of the satisfying orgasm, Christine and Erik were both panting hard. Erik left her just as smoothly as he had entered, ready to devote full attention to the sweet, passionate kiss they shared. She ended the kiss, however, drawing away with a look of amazement in her clear, green eyes. She did not say a single word. He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertips, watching her eyes as they fell away from his distractedly. He slid to the side and cradled her in his arms, pulling her head to his chest.

"Rest, sweet love," he said quietly, and felt her lashes brush his skin as she closed her eyes obediently. He kissed the top of her head, and wondered why he had ever left her in the first place.

Fin.

Little Christine & Erik plushies to reviewers, with little magnets in their faces so they kiss!