The Flames Which Consume Us
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
7,180
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Thus the Angels Sing Unto Us
Chapter 2--Thus the Angels Sing Unto Us
The maids were busy cleaning the dressing rooms and had just started to clean Mlle. Daae's room when suddenly the room was filled with ethereal voices. They seemed to be coming from everywhere, behind the mirror, the walls, and the floor. Their voices were high and achingly beautiful, but startling none the less. The maids, terrified, gathered their things and decided to come back and clean later.
Somewhere upstairs Madame Giry stood looking out a window, listening to the otherworldly sounds, and smiled. they two have become one, she thought with a smirk. Turning from the window she walked down the stairs.
***
She lay across her Angel's chest, both their bodies covered in sweat from their passions; her body still trembled from the last lingering effects of her last climax. Sometime during their lovemaking that's what it was, wasn't it? he had lost his mask and now she stroked the tender disfigured flesh of that cheek. He shied away at first, but Christine cupped his cheek and turned his face towards her. Lightly she kissed his left cheek and smiled.
'I am not afraid of you my dark Angel,' she murmured softly.
Their bodies were still intertwined both intimately and otherwise. His hand found her hip, stroking gently its curve between her back and her ass.
Smiling at his lover, he wondered where they would go from here. would things be the same? or would she come to his bed willingly like this No, he dared not think that. it was too good to be true
Seeing his eyes cloud Christine looked at him from beneath her lashes and curled her fingers against his chest. so misguided and so long without love and attention, her poor dark angel. never again, not ever, not since they had shared such passion and love--was it love? it had to be, or else would she have done this?--as long as she was around she would shower him with love as he had showered her since she had begun taking lessons from him Looking at him with what could only be love in her eyes, she gently kissed her Angel's nose, cheeks, and eyes.
He purred softly at her touches, his hands becoming more animated, scouring more of her body with his touch. When her mouth found his he licked her lips before slipping his tongue in her mouth.
So much he had learned from her today. he had realized that she had a better knowledge of the body--male and female--than he, leading him to believe not to be as innocent as she pretended. he would ask her later on that matter for now all that bothered him was his rising need for her again.
He knew that she could feel it since he was still sheathed inside her from their last lovemaking session. wait--was it lovemaking? did she love him as he did her? did she really know he felt for her, how deep his feelings went and for how long they had been in residence inside his heart? she had to or else she was daft, he showered her with more attention than that-can't think of this now, must only concentrate on what she's doing with her tongue
All rational thought left him when he realized that Christine was doing something new with her tongue to his body. She lavished his flesh with her hot, wet little tongue, licking along his collarbone and his nipples, teasing him. She felt him rise and harden inside her and she knew that he felt her warmth moisten again.
Kissing one of his hard nipples, she licked and nipped it gently. A soft moan from his lips produced a smile on her lips. Leaving his chest she went back to his mouth, ravishing that as much as his hands ravished her body.
His hands travelled up and down her back, trailing her sides and one had found her breast, teasing it mercilessly. His hand was on her breast teasing her nipple in much the same way her mouth had done to his nipple. Purring into their kiss, she heard him chuckle deep in his throat, but the chuckle turned to a growl when he felt her begin to move above him. Her hips moved slowly, but purposefully, teasing him with every sway.
His hand abandoned her breast to join his other hand on her back, gently rolling them both over so that he lay propped on his elbow above her. Leaving her mouth, a whimper of want issuing from her lips, he placed a finger over her lips to silence her. She kissed his finger lightly, slipping her agile little tongue out to touch the pad of his finger.
Before losing all purpose, he turned his attention to her body, her glorious body. not only the voice of an angel and the face of one, but the body of an angel, too He covered her shoulders and neck with feather-light kisses, tempting her. Kissing a trail down her chest he lavished her breasts with kisses.
Her heated flesh warmed more from his touch. Her ache for him grew to an almost painful need. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his face to hers, making him rise up on his hands so that he was over her. His need was hard and throbbing inside her, causing her to rock her hips against his as she kissed his lips. Her Angel responded to her body by slowly thrusting into her but quickly picked up speed from need and lust.
Their hands attacked each other’s bodies, leaving heated trails wherever they touched. When it felt as if they would each scorch the other their bodies reached a crescendo. Releasing the others lips they sang out their passion, practically screaming from the force of their lovemaking. Their voices together sounded ethereal; the passion pulsing in their veins, causing their song to conquer reaches neither had ever known possible. As they came down from their passion, their song softened to a tone of almost humming.
Her Angel lay on her body, trembling from aftershocks much akin to hers. Still sheathed inside her body, she could feel his warmth and his love inside of her. She ran her hand through his hair, astonished at how soft and thin it was. His head rested in the hollow of her neck, his lips kissed her shoulder and neck lightly.
Whispering softly, so that she barely heard him--unsure if he wanted her to--he proclaimed his love for her. To hear him say it with words, instead of just with his body, surprised Christine. if she wanted to tell him how she felt than now was better than ever Her lips to his ear, she consented her love for him as well. She felt him start she was sure that he had not expected to hear her say that
He propped himself up again to look her in the eyes and just stared how could a creature so beautiful and innocent love a thing like him? He could feel the tears in his eyes, but he couldn't stop them. They were the words he had longed to hear for so long.
Catching a falling tear with a kiss, Christine smiled. She knew that she had just committed herself to him, so that if she ever did anything to him to think she revoked those feelings, she may never get him back. She didn't plan on making him think that. She felt love for him too much to do that to him.
He caressed her cheek with a finger, his eyes locked on hers. 'You do know what you have just said my love?' her Angel asked hesitantly.
'Yes, my beautiful Angel, and I plan to hold to it,' Christine answered.
He kissed her then with more passion than either had ever felt. Their bodies in tune to the other, they abandoned all restrain and ravaged each other with more passion than most people could dream. Their voices rang out all through the night.
***
--Fin--
DISCLAIMER: Characters and songs of this story belong to Andrew Lloyd Weber and Gaston Leroux. I do not claim to be either of them nor do I claim to own these characters.
Thanks Spikesbint for the beta work! You’re a goddess! Hugs to you--forever I’m in your debt. Much love
Angel Marie
The maids were busy cleaning the dressing rooms and had just started to clean Mlle. Daae's room when suddenly the room was filled with ethereal voices. They seemed to be coming from everywhere, behind the mirror, the walls, and the floor. Their voices were high and achingly beautiful, but startling none the less. The maids, terrified, gathered their things and decided to come back and clean later.
Somewhere upstairs Madame Giry stood looking out a window, listening to the otherworldly sounds, and smiled. they two have become one, she thought with a smirk. Turning from the window she walked down the stairs.
***
She lay across her Angel's chest, both their bodies covered in sweat from their passions; her body still trembled from the last lingering effects of her last climax. Sometime during their lovemaking that's what it was, wasn't it? he had lost his mask and now she stroked the tender disfigured flesh of that cheek. He shied away at first, but Christine cupped his cheek and turned his face towards her. Lightly she kissed his left cheek and smiled.
'I am not afraid of you my dark Angel,' she murmured softly.
Their bodies were still intertwined both intimately and otherwise. His hand found her hip, stroking gently its curve between her back and her ass.
Smiling at his lover, he wondered where they would go from here. would things be the same? or would she come to his bed willingly like this No, he dared not think that. it was too good to be true
Seeing his eyes cloud Christine looked at him from beneath her lashes and curled her fingers against his chest. so misguided and so long without love and attention, her poor dark angel. never again, not ever, not since they had shared such passion and love--was it love? it had to be, or else would she have done this?--as long as she was around she would shower him with love as he had showered her since she had begun taking lessons from him Looking at him with what could only be love in her eyes, she gently kissed her Angel's nose, cheeks, and eyes.
He purred softly at her touches, his hands becoming more animated, scouring more of her body with his touch. When her mouth found his he licked her lips before slipping his tongue in her mouth.
So much he had learned from her today. he had realized that she had a better knowledge of the body--male and female--than he, leading him to believe not to be as innocent as she pretended. he would ask her later on that matter for now all that bothered him was his rising need for her again.
He knew that she could feel it since he was still sheathed inside her from their last lovemaking session. wait--was it lovemaking? did she love him as he did her? did she really know he felt for her, how deep his feelings went and for how long they had been in residence inside his heart? she had to or else she was daft, he showered her with more attention than that-can't think of this now, must only concentrate on what she's doing with her tongue
All rational thought left him when he realized that Christine was doing something new with her tongue to his body. She lavished his flesh with her hot, wet little tongue, licking along his collarbone and his nipples, teasing him. She felt him rise and harden inside her and she knew that he felt her warmth moisten again.
Kissing one of his hard nipples, she licked and nipped it gently. A soft moan from his lips produced a smile on her lips. Leaving his chest she went back to his mouth, ravishing that as much as his hands ravished her body.
His hands travelled up and down her back, trailing her sides and one had found her breast, teasing it mercilessly. His hand was on her breast teasing her nipple in much the same way her mouth had done to his nipple. Purring into their kiss, she heard him chuckle deep in his throat, but the chuckle turned to a growl when he felt her begin to move above him. Her hips moved slowly, but purposefully, teasing him with every sway.
His hand abandoned her breast to join his other hand on her back, gently rolling them both over so that he lay propped on his elbow above her. Leaving her mouth, a whimper of want issuing from her lips, he placed a finger over her lips to silence her. She kissed his finger lightly, slipping her agile little tongue out to touch the pad of his finger.
Before losing all purpose, he turned his attention to her body, her glorious body. not only the voice of an angel and the face of one, but the body of an angel, too He covered her shoulders and neck with feather-light kisses, tempting her. Kissing a trail down her chest he lavished her breasts with kisses.
Her heated flesh warmed more from his touch. Her ache for him grew to an almost painful need. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his face to hers, making him rise up on his hands so that he was over her. His need was hard and throbbing inside her, causing her to rock her hips against his as she kissed his lips. Her Angel responded to her body by slowly thrusting into her but quickly picked up speed from need and lust.
Their hands attacked each other’s bodies, leaving heated trails wherever they touched. When it felt as if they would each scorch the other their bodies reached a crescendo. Releasing the others lips they sang out their passion, practically screaming from the force of their lovemaking. Their voices together sounded ethereal; the passion pulsing in their veins, causing their song to conquer reaches neither had ever known possible. As they came down from their passion, their song softened to a tone of almost humming.
Her Angel lay on her body, trembling from aftershocks much akin to hers. Still sheathed inside her body, she could feel his warmth and his love inside of her. She ran her hand through his hair, astonished at how soft and thin it was. His head rested in the hollow of her neck, his lips kissed her shoulder and neck lightly.
Whispering softly, so that she barely heard him--unsure if he wanted her to--he proclaimed his love for her. To hear him say it with words, instead of just with his body, surprised Christine. if she wanted to tell him how she felt than now was better than ever Her lips to his ear, she consented her love for him as well. She felt him start she was sure that he had not expected to hear her say that
He propped himself up again to look her in the eyes and just stared how could a creature so beautiful and innocent love a thing like him? He could feel the tears in his eyes, but he couldn't stop them. They were the words he had longed to hear for so long.
Catching a falling tear with a kiss, Christine smiled. She knew that she had just committed herself to him, so that if she ever did anything to him to think she revoked those feelings, she may never get him back. She didn't plan on making him think that. She felt love for him too much to do that to him.
He caressed her cheek with a finger, his eyes locked on hers. 'You do know what you have just said my love?' her Angel asked hesitantly.
'Yes, my beautiful Angel, and I plan to hold to it,' Christine answered.
He kissed her then with more passion than either had ever felt. Their bodies in tune to the other, they abandoned all restrain and ravaged each other with more passion than most people could dream. Their voices rang out all through the night.
***
--Fin--
DISCLAIMER: Characters and songs of this story belong to Andrew Lloyd Weber and Gaston Leroux. I do not claim to be either of them nor do I claim to own these characters.
Thanks Spikesbint for the beta work! You’re a goddess! Hugs to you--forever I’m in your debt. Much love
Angel Marie