Shatterglass

Shatterglass
I do not own Phantom of the Opera.
SUMMERY:
When Christine Daae is offered the oppertunity of a lifetime, she and her blind sister, Chloe, are whisked off to Europe to tours with the masked rock and rolls star, Erik Destler...
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:
Many thank yous to my good friend, Angel Rose, for proofreading my fanfictions!!!

Christine pulled back and looked at Erik with surprise in her emerald green eyes. Erik smiled at Christine before gently tapping the back of her head to lean her back into the kiss. She did so with a small gasp, her lips gently touching Erik’s mouth.

Slowly, Erik worked his hands into Christine’s wild mane of red curls, his mouth begging for her to open. When she did, he slipped his tongue inside, moaning softly at the wild sensation that raced through his body as this goddess touched him. She placed her hands on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her tiny, fragile body, smiling as they made out.

Christine finally broke away, a faraway look in her eyes as she cuddled into Erik’s chest, her foot still somehow or other elivated on the stackful of pillows.

“That was...” she panted heavily, looking up at him through half lidded eyes. “Amazing,” she breathed, resting her head on his chest, listening to his rapid fast heartbeat.

Erik smiled as he leaned back onto the couch, Christine nestled on his chest peacefully. He began to run his fingers through her dark red curls, smiling as her shampoo flooded his nose. He inhaled deeply, getting the picture of mangos and bananas.

“Are you smelling me?” Christine asked sleepily.

“You smell so good,” Erik murmured, bringing her fingers up to his mouth for a kiss. “Besides, I want to know what you smell like before I go onstage.”

But Christine was already asleep, the jet lag catching up with her. Erik smiled down at the young woman who he hadn’t known for more than twenty four hours before nestling her closer to him. He sighed heavily as his jeans grew too tight for him. He shifted a bit, freeing one of his hands and reached down towards the zipper, intending of releving himself.

Erik unzipped his jeans with one hand and out popped his cock, all fourteen inches of him. His grasped himself by the hilt, groaning quietly as he pumped his cock.

He got his release about ten minutes later, crying out softly as his cum squirted into his empty water bottle (which he collected for such uses). His cry almost woke up Christine; she moaned and rolled over, her hand going to his cock and wrapping itself around the engourged flesh.

Erik froze at the amazing sensation that flooded his veins. Christine opened her eyes and smiled up at him before taking all of him into her sweet mouth. She kissed the tip of his cock, licking up the precum that leaked from the tip.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ... Christine!” cried out Erik, cumming into her mouth for the seocnd time. She swallowed him before kissing his balls.

“So Erik, is this the real reason why you wanted me on the tour?” she asked him.

“It was Anna Giry’s idea,” he gasped as she tortured him.

“Well then I am very thankful for her,” yawned Christine, needing more sleep. Erik stood up and replaced his cock back into his jeans, much to Christine’s displeasure. She whined deep in the back of her throat, making Erik bend down and kiss her deeply.

“You need to rest before tonight,” he murmured softly, his hand lightly tracing her breasts through her dress. She gasped and arched her back, starining to recieve more of his touch. Erik chuckled as he snatched away his hand from her delicious tits. On impulse, he bent down and kissed the shadow of her clevage, making Christine moan loudly.

“What’s going on tonight?” she asked dimly as her body shut down for a nap.

“After the concert, I was thinking that I would take you to my place for dinner and a movie. How’s that?” Christine nodded, almost in dreamland. “Then it’s a date, my love.” Erik kissed her forehead, grabbing his long duster from his costume rack and covering Christine with it. He smiled as he tenderly covered up the young singer/dancer from the chill that had suddenly decened onto the dressing room. He quickly lit a few scented candles that Meg had gotten him a few months ago to make the room seem more “live in” for Chloe and walked to the door, opening it tosee Chloe standing there, looking worried. Sammy sat next to her, panting as he looked at Erik with trusting eyes.

“How is she?” asked Chloe anxiously.

“She is asleep now. The jet lag seems to have caught up with her,” responded Erik, shutting the door to allow Christine to sleep in peace. “Listen, can I ask you an odd question?”

“Sure, I guess,” answered Chloe, taking Erik by the arm as he began to lead her through the maze of hallways, Sammy trotting at her heels. “What’s on your mind?”

“What is Christine’s favorite movie?” he aksed her.

“She likes musicals like Chicago starring Catherine Zeta Jones and Moulin Rogue with Ewan Mregor and Nicole Kidman. She also love the movie A Hundred Dead Boyfriends starring Felicity Rose Tassi and films directed by Miss Tassi- she has an eye for action and the unexpected,” Chloe informed the rock star.

“What kind of food does she like?”

“Italian is her favorite. She has awful algeries to seafood, mint and peppermint and Asian food- it’s one of the main oils that’s used in the cooking, I can’t ever remember the name of it. She loves American food like burgers and fries and pizza, even though pizza is Italian,” she prattled on, smiling as they came back onto the stage.

“It sounds like your sister has her own tastes,” remarked Erik, helping Chloe to sit on the edge of the stage.

“Well yes and no,” answered Chloe with a little giggle. “She loves red velvet cake. It was mom’s favorite desert,” she said with sadness laced throughout her voice.

“Well then, it sounds like I know what I’ll do for tonight,” he smiled.

“Are you taking her out on a date?” asked Chloe, excited.

Erik chuckled at seeing the suddenly hyper girl.

“Yes, I am,” he told her, being rewarded with an ear piercing squeal.

“WHEE!!!” she squealed happily, hugging herself with joy as she bounced up and almost fell off the stage. It was Erik’s quick reflexes that saved her from the deadly fall. “Thank You!”

Erik shook his head at the blind girl, who was skipping off towards the almost forgotten backpack that he felt belonged to Christine.