Chapter Thirty-Two
It had been a perfect, romantic day. Jean Claude and Marie had wed, and they had even allowed Madeleine to walk down the isle throwing flowers before Marie had walked down the isle. Christine couldn't stop smiling the entire time, and she sat in between Erik and Meg. She'd even had the urge to rub Erik's leg, an urge she'd given in to, and then thought better of it and stopped. It'd been a very special day and in the time she'd known her uncle she'd never seen him so happy.
They had a small reception at the Destler home, which had been quite enjoyable indeed. Christine giggled as she remembered her uncle and Marie drinking a tad too much, and then dancing all around the house. She'd sent them home in a hansom before saying goodbye to Meg and Nadir and thanking them for being a part of the happy day.
Christine looked up at the ceiling as she lay in Erik's and her large bed, her hands behind her long brown curls. She'd sent Erik to put the children to bed... She had just enough time to come up with an enticing thing to moan into his ear to make him crazy during their lovemaking. She grinned and rolled off the bed, her pale blue nightgown falling around her ankles. Standing before the large mirror, she examined herself and looked to the door to her bedroom before beginning to make little whimpering noises and trying out different phrases. "Mmmm, yes, my love, deeper!" She sighed and frowned. "Mmmm, harder, faster!"
Erik walked up the grand staircase after tucking Maddy in, and frowned when he heard his wife's sounds of passion coming from the bedroom. They sounded quite convincing... Quickening his pace, he stood outside the door for a moment, listening and wondering what on Earth was going on inside. Had she snuck someone in?!
Christine bit her lip as she frowned. She couldn't think of anything in particular that would work. She stood up straight and tried, "Yes! Love me, show me that you need me!"
Erik jumped and opened the door, eyes wide when he saw his wife facing the mirror. From his angle he could only see her back, and for a moment he wondered if there was someone in front of her... But no, it was just Christine. "What... Christine, what is going on..?"
Christine jumped and turned to face him, a hand over her heart. She sighed deeply and rolled her eyes. "Erik, you scared me to death! You have no right to be sneaking up on me like that!" She tried to change the subject, feeling like a fool for what she had been trying to do.
Moving forward, Erik drew Christine into his arms. "No no, my dear... what were you doing? I thought perhaps a man had snuck in through the window." He teased. "You wouldn�t happen to have been practicing for later tonight, were you, my dear?"
Christine flushed bright red and pushed away from him, turning back to the mirror. "Someone is a little full of themselves... I was only... talking to my... my hair, yes." She nodded and began to primp, avoiding looking to him through the mirror.
Erik raised an eyebrow at Christine, smirking. "I don't think anyone would possibly talk to their hair like that..." Leaning over, he kissed Christine's cheek lovingly, then down her neck.
Christine formed a pout on her lips and folded her arms over her chest as she leaned her head to allow him better access. �What if I was practicing for tonight?� A naughty grin came over her features and she caught his gaze in the mirror.
Erik grinned and lifted Christine into his arms, carrying her toward the bed. "Then I would be very proud of you for taking such pride in your... art." He murmured, laying atop his wife and nibbling at her neck.
Christine grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I think you need to work on yours, because all you ever manage out is, 'Christine, yessss.' Really, Erik, you're more talented than that." She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Erik chuckled, kissing Christine gently for a few moments, then drawing back to look into her eyes. "Well... I have been considered by many to be quite creative, after all..." Very slowly he moved his hands to Christine's back, untying her gown and moving it from her body. "Maybe you can help to inspire my creativity tonight?"
Christine raised an eyebrow and wiggled underneath him. �I believe a wife must obey her husband�� She grinned and leaned up to kiss him. �You�re a genius, Erik. So make sounds like one.� She challenged, biting her lower lip for a moment.
Erik laughed, before quickly helping Christine out of the rest of her clothes gently, then removing his own. Lying with his skin pressed tightly against hers, he sighed softly and kissed a path down her neck. Slowly he reached between their bodies, pressing his fingers against Christine�s womanhood and looking intently down at her. "Let me hear what you have been practicing."
Christine resisted the urge to moan and placed her hands on his shoulders. �Erik� you�re the one that�s supposed to be making sounds. I�� She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. �I make them all the time.�
Whimpering, Erik bent his head down to kiss Christine passionately. "Let me hear you..." He begged, increasing the movements of his hand and swallowing hard. His mind was racing with need, and with a soft curse, he replaced his fingers with his straining flesh, giving a gasping cry of pleasure, head thrown back.
Christine gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist, moving her lower body up against his. She gave a deep moan and urged him on with her calves against his, and bit at his shoulder. �Yes, my love� Oh yes!� She bit her lower lip as she nearly shouted out madly.
Erik gasped, clutching Christine's hips tightly in his hands and thrusting hard into her body. "Yess..." He purred, before remembering that Christine wanted him to try something new. The things I do for love... Leaning down, he bit at his wife's neck, and moaned again as he felt his desire mounting higher and higher. "Christine... oh God..." He found her hands and pulled them to his back, leaning over a bit. He had always wanted to instruct her during their lovemaking, but had always been a bit afraid to do so. "T-touch me, Christine..."
Christine panted softly and dug her fingernails into his back, and then slid her hands down to his rear. Raising an eyebrow as her desire mounted, she cautiously rubbed two fingers around the opening she found at his bottom, and watched his face as she did so, focusing although she could barely keep her eyes from closing from her passion.
Erik gasped, his body stilling for a moment as he looked at Christine with wide eyes. "W-what...?" He murmured softly, licking his lips and very slowly allowing his body to experience what Christine was doing. Tilting his head to the side, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Christine..?"
Curious now, she slowly slid both of her fingers into him, still watching his expressions with arched eyebrows. She rotated her fingers around, her other hand gripping his hip as she leaned her head up to lick his lips. She looked up at him with wide, intrigued eyes as she shoved her fingers deeper, at the same time arching her body against him so that her breasts slid across his chest.
Erik cried out, instinctually moving against her hand as he whimpered. His eyes squeezed shut as he buried his face into her neck. He began to move within his wife again, thrusting hard and crying out as his thrusts forced Christine's fingers to move within his body. "Oh Christine! Yes... m-more..." He whimpered, biting her shoulder in his passion and shaking uncontrollably.
Christine gulped and licked her lips, trying to take the dryness away. She moved her fingers around inside of him as she tried to wiggle them deeper, and moved her hips in time with his. She groaned and closed her eyes as she found herself coming towards the edge, loving the effect her actions were having on her husband.
Erik cried out in passion, leaning down to bite Christine's neck hard as he thrust faster into his wife. "Christine!" He cried, voice muffled by her flesh. "Oh yess... please, more..." He begged, whimpering as he felt himself draw so very close to his release.
Christine cried out as she climaxed, and took a few moments to regain her breath before sliding out from under him and pushing him to lie on his stomach on the bed. She came behind him and pushed her fingers as far as they could go, moaning deeply as she did and caressing the backs of his thighs.
Erik cried out, pushing his hips against the bed and gasping for breath. "Christine! Oh Christine! I-I'm... oh God...!" Thrusting his hips against the bed he came, crying out and shaking greatly. His breath came in panting gasps then as he tried to calm his racing heart. "Christine...." He gasped out, fumbling around behind himself and trying to find his wife.
Christine grinned at him as she sat back on her legs and watched him move around. She raised an eyebrow and looked up at him, wondering just exactly what he would say about that. She felt like thanking him for letting her be a part of his creativity, but she thought better about it.
Erik slowly rolled over, looking at Christine in shock and pulling her to lay beside him. "Christine... what on Earth..?" Slowly he moved forward and kissed her lovingly, stroking her cheeks and sighing as he moved to be closer against her.
Christine smiled up at him and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning her head up to kiss his lips softly. "Did you like it?" She asked softly, her other hand rubbing at his chest as she looked up into his eyes.
Swallowing hard, Erik nodded and kissed Christine again, running his fingers through her hair and sighing softly. "Whatever made you think of that, my dear?" He quirked an eyebrow playfully.
Christine slapped playfully at his chest and snuggled closer. "Your music." She sighed happily and closed her eyes as she nuzzled his shoulder. "If you were that creative all the time, perhaps our two minds at work could form the greatest piece of music ever, yes?" She grinned against his arm.
Erik chuckled softly, burying his face into her hair and trailing his lips down her neck. "Yes, I suppose I can be quite creative when I put my mind to it..." He murmured against her skin as his mouth brushed her shoulder.
Christine laughed and rolled onto her back. "I think I'm more creative than you! The whole time we've been married I have been, at least. Perhaps you're losing your touch, mon amour? However shall the children learn, now? I guess I will have to take over."
Glaring up at his wife, Erik moved his mouth down over her tummy, and nibbled playfully. "Now now, Christine, don't be rude... You wouldn't want to inflict my anger, now would you?"
Christine giggled and raised an eyebrow. "Your wrath? Oh, Erik, I'm shaking from my great fear!" She turned her head against the pillow as a great laugh came from her, and she shook her head. "You wouldn't hurt me, Erik."
Biting at her tummy, Erik growled softly, then blew a raspberry against Christine's stomach. He laughed at the sound and repeated the action a few times, tickling at Christine's sides playfully as he did so.
Christine squealed and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to push his head and hands away. "Erik!" She wiggled and giggled furiously, her feet kicking at his lower stomach. She raised an eyebrow and looked down through her tears at how close her foot was, and carefully scooted it down further to run down the side of his manhood. She continued to try to pry his hands away as she gasped out, "Erik, if you continue..." She couldn't finish as she instinctually started kicking again and accidentally hit his private area.
Erik gave a cry of pain, rolling off of Christine and clutching at his wounded area. His eyes squeezed shut and he clenched his jaw, determined not to make a sound.
"Oh, Erik!" Christine moved to his side and leaned over him, clenching her teeth and making a pained expression. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" She chewed at her lower lip, feeling horrible about what she had done.
Opening his eyes, he looked up at Christine and gave a tiny smile. "Would you kiss it and make it feel better?" He asked in a tiny voice, eyes twinkling now.
Christine raised an eyebrow and moved his hands away. "The Phantom needs a special kiss... Hmm... I think I'll give him one." She bent down over him, determined to make him feel better.
X
Madeleine gasped as she realized she had two new rabbits in her cage. They were tiny and very cute, and the white rabbit, Madeleine, seemed very protective over them. Maddy grinned and giggled. She got up off her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and ran to the music room to inform her father. Pushing open the door, she ran to the bench. "Papa, Papa! They had babies, Papa! BABIES!!!"
Erik looked up from his composing and frowned. "What are you talking about, Madeleine?" He asked, setting down his music and giving his daughter his full attention.
Maddy clasped her hands together and gave a dreamy smile. "Oh, Papa, Edwin and Madeleine special hugged and now they have cute little babies!" She sighed and turned to walk from the music room. "Come see them, Papa! I don't know if the cage is big enough now."
Erik followed Madeleine to her bedroom nervously, not sure how he would explain the baby rabbits to Christine. Sure enough, when he looked into the cage.. there were little rabbits too. Erik sighed and patted Maddy's head. "Well, Edwin might try to hurt the babies, so we'll have to get him out of the cage. Maddy, will you pull him out while I find something for him to go into?" He asked, smiling slightly. Quickly he left the room and went into his science room. Looking around a bit, he found a wire birdcage from a long time ago and nodded to himself. Quickly he wiped the dust from the cage and went back to Madeleine's room with it. Grabbing the bedding used in the other rabbit cage, he lined the bottom and put a dish of food and water inside. "There now, Edwin will have to live in here until the babies are grown up." He stated simply, opening the little door for Maddy to put her rabbit inside.
Maddy looked horrified and shook her head as she cradled Edwin to her chest. "But Papa! He's the Daddy, he can't leave his babies!" Her lower lip trembled and tears filled her eyes, and she turned slightly away from him. "You didn't leave me, Papa. You didn't try to hurt me. The babies won't know their Papa..."
Erik sighed, moving toward Madeleine and putting his hands on her shoulders. "Darling, rabbit fathers try to eat their babies. They don't understand that they are his children, and he might hurt the mama as well. He can meet the babies once they're grown up and they'll know he's their daddy, because of the way he smells. Trust me, my dearest... you wouldn't want your new babies to be harmed, would you?"
Maddy's lips puckered into a pout, but she shook her head and moved forward to put the large black rabbit into the separate cage. She knew her father was a genius and she trusted him. Sighing, she stroked Edwin gently before moving to the end of her bed and sitting down to examine the babies before her. She reached out to take Erik's hand and pull him closer. "Aren't they pretty, Daddy? They're so small, too. Was I ever that small?"
Erik chuckled. "Never that small... but when you were born I could hold you in the crook of one arm." He said softly, stroking her hair. "And yes.. they're quite lovely... albeit a little hairless, but lovely all the same." He said with a smirk. "Although I'm not sure what your mother will think..."
X
Christine tapped her foot on the kitchen floor as her hands stayed planted at her hips. One eyebrow was arched and her lips were pursed as she looked up at her husband. "I thought you told me that they were two male rabbits, Erik. Now, are you saying you lied to me to please your daughter and not make me upset? Because if you would've told me in the first place, then we wouldn't be dealing with this right now."
Erik sighed heavily and moved toward Christine. "No no, I was told I was getting two male rabbits as well! Believe me, I didn't exactly find the idea of more creatures in the house appealing... and you know how curious Ayesha is... lets just hope she doesn't get to one of the babies." He rubbed his face with irritation. "I'll be having a word with the man who sold the rabbits to me, you can be sure of that. Two males... phhft."
Christine rolled her eyes and shook her head, murmuring under her breath. She turned back to the stove and began stirring the stew she'd chosen to cook for dinner. "Everything goes on behind my back, I never see anything that's coming, you'd think the mother would get some more attention than this," she murmured, her eyebrows furrowed as she frowned.
Erik smirked. "I can give the mother some attention right now..." He murmured, coming up behind Christine and wrapping his arms around her waist. Gently he set his lips to her neck and nibbled playfully.
Christine sighed softly and stopped in her cooking, her body relaxing softly. She leaned back against Erik and tilted her slightly to the side, reaching back to scoop all of her hair over to her right shoulder to give him better access. She closed her eyes as she rested her arms over his around her waist. "I suppose Maddy's old enough to take care of them..."
Erik nodded, kissing across her jaw line and raising one hand to tilt Christine's face toward his. Gently he kissed his wife, winding his fingers in her hair and sighing blissfully. "Yes... she is very mature for her age, after all."
Christine nodded and turned against him, pressing her body full against his and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She smiled teasingly as she ran a fingertip across his lower lip. "Are you mature for your age, Erik?" She couldn't help it. Their whole married life they couldn't get enough of each other but ever since Erik had made the most enticing sounds during their lovemaking, she'd thought about being with him constantly.
Erik grinned and nodded, capturing Christine's finger in his mouth and playfully running his tongue over it. His hands slid down her sides and rested at her hips and he pressed his hips against Christine's eagerly.
Christine groaned softly as she watched her finger come out of his lips and trail down over his chin before she leaned in and kissed him fervently, one of her legs instinctually sliding up the side of his to wind around his upper thigh as she tried to find more full body contact with him.
Erik whimpered very softly, before pulling back from Christine and taking her hands in his. He pulled her to the nearby wall and pressed her against it, wondering to himself just how many times he had accosted his wife here... Grasping her legs, he lifted them both around his waist and pressed himself fully against Christine to hold her up.
Christine moaned deeply and kissed him hotly, her whole body tingling as warmth spread through her. When she heard the kitchen door swing open, however, she tore her mouth away from Erik's and unhooked her ankles to let her legs slide down on either side of Erik. When she looked over to see who had interrupted her, she gasped and clutched Erik's shoulders. "Bella!" The small girl's brown curls bounced as she walked -- walked! -- forward toward them, her little chubby arms held out wide.
Erik gasped and moved from Christine to kneel down before his daughter, putting out his arms for her to walk to him. "Come here, my sweet little angel." He murmured, smiling broadly. "I can't believe it... finally she can walk!"
Christine grinned and kneeled beside Erik, and watched, stunned and amazed as Bella's eyes became wide and she giggled as she moved toward him. "Dad...a!" She waddled into his arms and collapsed there, clutching his shirt as she looked up at him adoringly. Christine laughed softly and reached out to stroke Bella's soft curls.
Erik grinned and kissed Bella's forehead, before turning his head to press his lips against Christine's. "Oh Christine..." He murmured in a soft and loving voice. "Our children are all growing up.." Looking back down at Bella he grinned broadly and kissed her nose. "Just wait until your brother sees you! Charles will be so proud..."
Bella clapped her hands together and giggled. Christine leaned forward to kiss the small girl's cheek and then turned to Erik. She grabbed his head in her hands and pressed a full kiss to his lips, and caressed them as she looked into his eyes. "I need to finish cooking dinner... but you know where to find me later..." She winked and kissed him once more before standing and moving back to the stove.
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