Variations of Erik: Charles Dance

Round 3. After a little bit of rough and tumble with Robert Englund's portrayal I'll now oblige those with softer tastes. The Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux, the Charles Dance film is NBC's. All characters belong to them, I make no profit from all this.

One-Shot, M/F, PWP, fluff, oral

Based on the 1990 Charles Dance version.

Christine was quite surprised at the splendor of Erik's kingdom. From the lovely and well-appointed little home next to the lake to the created forest she sat in now, every little detail had been thought of. There were even stuffed birds and deer about and some sort of light that eminated from the ceilings, giving the impression that they truly were outside.
Of course there were a few slightly disturbing aspects. That room with the portrait of his mother had been rather unnerving when she had first stumbled into it. But, after Gerard had explained Erik's circumstances to her in hopes that he could convince her to return with him, it had seemed less frightening and more like a lost child's homage. He had never been anything but kind and gentle toward her and she had no reason to believe he would continue to behave as anything but just that.
He had just begun to unpack the picnic basket he had brougth with him when he noticed her distracted look with concern.
"I'm sorry....Is there something wrong?" He asked. His voice was soft and melodious, and the blue eyes that looked at her from behind the mask were filled with nothing but love and devotion.
Christine looked at him eagerly. "Let me see your face."
Erik's reaction had been what she had expected. He immediately turned away slightly and apologized for not being able to complete her request.
She laid a gentle hand on his arm, urging him silently to look her in the eyes. "Please, Maestro. You don't have to be afraid of me. I know that your face can be looked at by someone who loves you. I know your heart, let me know your face as well."
He fixed her with a look so piteous she thought that her heart would break from it. "Please, stop. I will sing for you if you like. I will do anything else in the world to please you, Christine. But for your sake I cannot show you my face. You must not ask again."
She began to protest "But I could look at it--"
"Stop, please." He instinctively moved his arm from her grasp. "I beg you to stop."
Her gaze never faltered from his as she spoke with conviction. "Only if you say you do not love me will I stop." She would not be denied. She was determined to show him some kindness in return for all that he had done for her.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, obviously torn on how to proceed. After a moment he spoke again, "I love you more than I have ever dreamed possible. There are times I think I shall die when I consider how you fill my heart. And that is exactly why I cannot remove my mask for you, Christine."
"But your mother--"
"Was a very sick woman. That makes her memory no less dear to me. But I learned long ago that what she saw and what the rest of the world sees are mutually exclusive. I appreciate what you are trying to do for me, I truly do. But I can barely stand to look at myself, so why should I subject you to what even I cannot stand?"
Christine cast her eyes down. She had wanted so badly to please him, to make him understand that she didn't care about his face. She cared about him. "Please, Maestro. There must be something that I can do to show you what you mean to me."
He thought for a moment. He knew exactly what he desired from her, but was too shy to ask it. No one had touched him tenderly since his mother died when he was a small child. He would have given the world for one small token of affection. A simple kiss.
Christine had thrown her arms around him in gratitude before, and he cherished the memory of that touch like the rarest gem. He could only imagine what it would feel like to press his lips to hers. If he tried very hard he could just barely remember what it felt like when his mother would kiss his forhead before she would put him to bed at night. It was a private thought that he held dearly within his heart. To have a kiss from this angel who now sat before him would surely recall every inch of that love that he had been so long without.
"Tell me what you are thinking." She asked. He was obviously lost in deep thought and the light hint of a smile that played at the corners of his lips told her that whatever he was thinking was pleasant. He snapped his attention into focus immediately when she spoke to him.
He was glad of the mask for he was certain he must have been blushing. "I was thinking of my mother. She was very beautiful, like you. When I was very young I remember she used to kiss me goodnight. I miss that terribly." He felt foolish, and immediately regretted saying anything. How stupid it sounded to him. Childish and stupid.
Christine, however, said nothing. She merely leaned forward and pressed a very soft kiss against Erik's lips. He was in absolute shock at her boldness. So much so that he almost missed what was happening. He felt her warmth and the whisper soft touch of her lips to his own and it was bliss. He very tentatively reached out with his hand to cup her cheek, drawing her closer to him. She complied readily, moving to wrap her own arms around his neck.
He opened his mouth ever so slightly and let his tongue dart out to taste her. She was sweet as honey to him and a thrill ran down his spine when he heard her let out a tiny moan when his tongue traced her lips. The sound so enthralled him that he repeated the gesture and this time she opened to him, allowing him to explore her mouth as he pleased.
They stayed like that for a few moments, locked together in their embrace. Christine finally broke the kiss, pulling away slightly. Her arms sliding from around his neck and caressing his shoulders briefly. She smiled with him, her cheeks tinged a delicate rose that suited her greatly.
The kiss had stirred Erik deeply. She had felt so wonderful. He wanted her desperately in that moment. In a motion he was utterly unable to supress he moved forward, capturing her lips again, and pulling her toward him so closely that she very nearly ended up in his lap. Christine, herself, was slightly surprised but not unreceptive. She willingly gave her lips to him again, clutching to his shirt front to find her balance when he pulled her near.
Erik broke the kiss quickly, shaking his head. "I'm sorry! I simply could not help myself. It's been so very long since I've felt as though someone actually wants to have me near them. Since anyone has shown me love. Gerard is very kind, and a faithful friend, but I know he views me as a burden. He will not stay in my company longer than he must. Please, Christine. I beg your forgiveness!" He fell at her feet, tenderly kissing the hem of her gown. She gently lifted his head to look at her.
"It is all right, Erik. I want you to know all of the happiness that has been denied to you. Anything that will bring you joy I am glad to do." She owed him more than she ever thought she would be able to repay him. He had taken her under his wing and brought new life to her voice. He had patiently worked with her every day and even made sure that she would get the chance to audition in a place where Carlotta's jelousy could not ruin her odds. In addition to all of that, he had often stayed with her when she was lonely in the evenings and early mornings when the great opera house was empty of it's usual hustle and bustle. She had poured out her heart to him several times. Speaking of home and her fears and dreams. He had listened indulgently to every word and offered comfort and support in any way she needed it. It seemed only fair now that she should offer him the comfort his discarded soul desperately longed for.
She shifted herself, curling against him, her head coming to rest against his chest and her arms enfolding him lovingly. He closed his eyes and breathed in the light scent of her perfume and allowed his hand to stroke her soft blonde hair. "Oh, Christine. Do you know how much I love you?"
She smiled, nuzzling against him. "I think so. You are loved too, Erik. I love you, and I will not leave you. I will stay as long as you will have me here."
"Stay with me forever, Christine. I want you as mine and mine alone."
Christine briefly thought of Philippe. He was certainly handsome enough, and he was a gentleman as well. She had such fond memories of playing with him as children. But she had grown up and though she knew she would always treasure him as a very dear friend, Erik needed her.
"Of course." She smiled, comfortable in her love's arms. She was surprised though, when Erik rose, lifting her into his arms. "What are you doing?"
He seemed mildly puzzled by her question. "Taking you home. You've agreed to be mine and I have no desire to consumate that promise on the ground." All right, it was a tiny white lie. He had a fierce desire to consumate anywhere he could have her.
Christine blinked. She hadn't realized that he'd meant--that! Oh. He looked at her, now having it start to dawn on him that his impression of the statement may have varied from her own. She saw such longing in those beautiful eyes. So much need and hurt. How could she possibly deny him? Every time she looked in those eyes her heart threatened to burst.
"Yes, that does make sense. I can walk on my own, though." She giggled.
He breathed a mental sigh of relief, he would have been absolutely mortified if she had refused him. "But I rather enjoy you in my arms."
She laughed, the sound like the sweetest music to him. "Very well, then."
He carried her straight into the bedroom he had laid her in when he'd brought her to his home. This time he joined her on the soft mattress, raining loving kisses over her face and hair. He wanted to commit every perfect inch of her to his body's memory. She welcomed him with open arms, throwing aside the stupid hat he had put on for the picnic and combing her fingers through his sandy hair.
He brushed a kiss against the top of her breast, just above the fabric of her gown and she blushed bright scarlet. When she did not rebuke him he grew slightly bolder and caressed the soft swell with his hand.
She gave a soft sigh and, with a burst of her own courage inspired by the feelings his caress evoked, unfastened his vest and discarded it. She then began on his shirt, tenderly kissing each new inch of exposed flesh. He let her lay him back as she made it to the halfway point of the buttons and he groaned as she continued to kiss his chest, then his abdomen. When she reached his trousers the evidence of his enjoyment was quite plain. she pulled the shirt free and he raised himself up slightly to slide it from his shoulders and toss it aside. His eyes burned with intensity. He sat up and kissed her on the lips once more, his fingers finding the fastenings of her gown. With only a few slight fumbles he managed to unlace it rather expediently. He broke the kiss to stroke down her creamy white arms, dragging the dress along. As the dress itself was corseted she wore nothing benieth and his breath caught when her lovely breasts were revealed to his hungry gaze. He caught each of them in his hands and gently massaged them. Christine kissed him again, making the most delicious little sounds against his lips. He paused in his caresses to reach down and undo his pants, for they had become almost unbearably tight against his straining desire.
Christine broke the kiss this time, for she was curious to see him. He was larger than she had expected. Although she was still innocent she was dimly aware of what was meant to happen and she was not at all sure just how she was expected to accomodate him. Erik noticed her gaze and took one of her small hands in his and placed it on his length. She gave a light experimental squeeze and he grunted lightly and his member twitched.
She closed her hand around him and began to stroke him slowly. He closed his eyes and his breathing shallowed. He had never dared to dream of such sensations before. As he was wholly unused to such attentions it did not take long before he let out a cry and spilt himself over her hand.
He was embarrassed. He had wanted things to go perfectly and had not been anticipating his inexperience hampering him so.
However, he was determined that she should know the heart pounding pleasure he had just experienced. He removed the rest of her clothing and laid her down. She gave him a slightly confused look as he had grown flaccid again, but he kissed her forhead. "I want you to trust me, angel. I want you to feel the amazing gift you've just given me as well." He nibbled lightly at her neck, his hand sliding between her legs. She pressed her knees together at first, but as he stroked her she began to relax and open herself to him. He took great care in letting his fingers trace her soft mound, stroking the soft down that grew there while his mouth nipped at her shoulder.
He gingerly slid one finger into her folds and she gave a soft yelp at the unexpected sensation. After pumping it in and out several times he added a second digit, then a third and she groaned feeling his fingers stretching her slightly.
He moved down her body, pausing to place kisses against her breasts and stomach. She instinctively moved to close her legs again, but he placed a gentle hand on her thigh and looked at her, his gaze telling her to remain relaxed. She trusted him so she let her legs fall open again and he dipped his head between them. She was moist from the ministrations of his fingers and he inhaled her scent as if it were the bouquet of the finest wine. He gave a small lick to the crux of her blonde curls, right where her most sensitive portion lay. His fingers still working her tight entrance.
She laid back her head and stroked her fingers through his hair, urging him to continue. He gave her another lick in the same hyper sensitive area before replacing his fingers with his tongue.
He laved at her hungrilly, continuing to stoke her desire with his hands as well as his mouth. He stroked the creamy flesh of her thighs, occasionally laying kisses tenderly against the inside of them. As he worked to please his Christine he felt himself begin to grow aroused again as well. When her already tight passage clenched around his hand and she cried out in a racking sob that shook her whole body he could not hold himself back any longer.
While she was still riding the pleasure of her climax he entered her. She cried out when he broke her maidenhead, but was soon ignoring the minor pain in favour of the overwhelming pleasure of him moving inside of her.
He clung to her tightly, covering her face and chest with kisses as he thrust into her as hard as he dared without harming her. She wrapped her body around him, pulling him as near to her as possible.
He thrust deeply into her inviting warmth, almost unable to believe that such sublime joy could exist on earth. He never wanted it to end, however he knew he would not last. The sensations were far too intense for him to withold himself. He managed to push her over the edge once more before he was no longer able to hold himself back from that wonderful oblivion.
He was shaking as he spilled his seed into her. He made a note that he would have to learn how to prolong the experience, for something as marvellous as that was should never be rushed. He remained within her for a moment, basking in the feeling of being so intimately connected with her. But after a moment he rolled to lie next to her and gathered her into his arms, kissing her with love and appreciation. He pulled the covers up over them both and smiled, knowing true contentment.
She looked up at him with her beautiful innocent eyes and he smiled at her, greatful to God above that he had found such a woman. "Thank you, my love." He whispered. She pressed a kiss against his mask.
"You're welcome. Perhaps tomorrow we can do this without your last barrier, my love." She stroked his mask.
"We shall see, angel. We shall see."

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Oh man, that ended up being WAY fluffier than I was hoping/expecting. Oh well. Next one will probably either be the Claude Rains or the Kay, depending on my mood.