Shatterglass
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,589
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own anything at all (except for Chloe and Sammy). I have ZERO intention of making big $$$ of of this little piece of work.
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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!!!
Erik looked over at Christine, who was still napping on the couch in his dressing room. He sighed heavily as he grabbed his trenchcoat from the clothing rack. He didn’t want to take his other coat off of her and risk her getting cold. He was way too much of a gentleman to do such a thing.
Suddenly, Christine stirred. He held his breath, a part of him hoping that she was waking.
It seemed as though there was a God up there after all.
Christine’s eyes fluttered open and she yawned, streching as much as she could with her injured foot. She looked around her before spying Erik. For a moment, her face looked confused before it turned the shade of a tomato.
“How did you sleep?” murmured Erik, coming over to kiss her forehead.
“Okay,” she answered, still blushing from the kiss they both shared earlier. Erik smirked as trailed his kisses down to her earlobe, the crevice between his shoulder and neck, and finally up to his mouth. Christine moaned lightly before pressing her mouth firmly to his, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck.
“Christine,” Erik pulled away with difficulty. “Don’t you have to get ready for the concert?”
Christine loked down at her ratty jeans and UCLA sweatshirt. “But I didn’t bring anything else to wear!”
“Don’t worry about it,” Erik went to grab something from his clothing rack and handing it to her. It took Christine a moment to see that it was a one shouldered dress. It was made of black silk with a lace sleeve that halted at his wrist. She smiled at it before noticing that it wasn’t from her closet.
“Meg brought this dress and it didn’t fit her. She was going to give it away before she met you. She knows that it’ll fit you,” explained Erik before going over to the vanity to start putting on his makeup. From the corner of his eye, he saw Christine stripping herself from her clothes and trying to get into the dress unsuccessfully. Finally, afraid that she would hurt herself, Erik stood from the vanity and told Christine to sit.
He unzipped the dress and held it over her head. She placed her arms up and her carefully slid the dress onto her, smiling as her arm wriggled into the sleeve. Once she was in the dress, he did the honor and zipped her up. He helped her to stand, keeping an eagle eye on her foot. When the fabric rustled over her thigh, he smiled suductivly at her, his eyes raking her slender body.
Christine blushed at the sudden attention that her employer was giving her. She self consciously tucked a red curl behind her ear and blushed a deeper shaed of red.
“Come, Christine, I must get you situated backstage,” murmured Erik huskily before gently scooping her into his arms. She lossely placed her arms around his neck and leaned her head against his heavily muscular chest.
As Erik walked through the corridors of the backstage area, he noticed that people were looking at him funnily. He just ignored the looks until he reached thearea were Meg and Chloe were sitting. He quickly set Christine down onto a coushoned chair and grabbed another chair to help elevate her foot.
“There we are,” murmured Erik softly before rushing off to grab his handless microphone from the sound booth people.
“Christine,” Chloe called, touching her sister’s shoulder. “How are you?”
“A bit tired, even from the nap that Erik let me have,” Christine answered.
“You took a nap in his dressing room?” asked Meg.
“He even covered me up with one of his jackets!” quietly squealed Christine.
“And how’s your foot?” asked Chloe, her hand venturing to Christine’s injured foot.
“It feels better now that it’s bound up,” answered the woman honestly. “But I don’t think that I’ll be dancing antime soon.”
“I have a lotion that makes feet feel better,” butted in Meg, digging through her bag and coming up with a bottel. “I dance so I use this on my feet all the time and they feel great, even when I hurt myself.” She took another look at Chrsitine and smiled. “I knew that dress would fit you.”
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!!!
Erik looked over at Christine, who was still napping on the couch in his dressing room. He sighed heavily as he grabbed his trenchcoat from the clothing rack. He didn’t want to take his other coat off of her and risk her getting cold. He was way too much of a gentleman to do such a thing.
Suddenly, Christine stirred. He held his breath, a part of him hoping that she was waking.
It seemed as though there was a God up there after all.
Christine’s eyes fluttered open and she yawned, streching as much as she could with her injured foot. She looked around her before spying Erik. For a moment, her face looked confused before it turned the shade of a tomato.
“How did you sleep?” murmured Erik, coming over to kiss her forehead.
“Okay,” she answered, still blushing from the kiss they both shared earlier. Erik smirked as trailed his kisses down to her earlobe, the crevice between his shoulder and neck, and finally up to his mouth. Christine moaned lightly before pressing her mouth firmly to his, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck.
“Christine,” Erik pulled away with difficulty. “Don’t you have to get ready for the concert?”
Christine loked down at her ratty jeans and UCLA sweatshirt. “But I didn’t bring anything else to wear!”
“Don’t worry about it,” Erik went to grab something from his clothing rack and handing it to her. It took Christine a moment to see that it was a one shouldered dress. It was made of black silk with a lace sleeve that halted at his wrist. She smiled at it before noticing that it wasn’t from her closet.
“Meg brought this dress and it didn’t fit her. She was going to give it away before she met you. She knows that it’ll fit you,” explained Erik before going over to the vanity to start putting on his makeup. From the corner of his eye, he saw Christine stripping herself from her clothes and trying to get into the dress unsuccessfully. Finally, afraid that she would hurt herself, Erik stood from the vanity and told Christine to sit.
He unzipped the dress and held it over her head. She placed her arms up and her carefully slid the dress onto her, smiling as her arm wriggled into the sleeve. Once she was in the dress, he did the honor and zipped her up. He helped her to stand, keeping an eagle eye on her foot. When the fabric rustled over her thigh, he smiled suductivly at her, his eyes raking her slender body.
Christine blushed at the sudden attention that her employer was giving her. She self consciously tucked a red curl behind her ear and blushed a deeper shaed of red.
“Come, Christine, I must get you situated backstage,” murmured Erik huskily before gently scooping her into his arms. She lossely placed her arms around his neck and leaned her head against his heavily muscular chest.
As Erik walked through the corridors of the backstage area, he noticed that people were looking at him funnily. He just ignored the looks until he reached thearea were Meg and Chloe were sitting. He quickly set Christine down onto a coushoned chair and grabbed another chair to help elevate her foot.
“There we are,” murmured Erik softly before rushing off to grab his handless microphone from the sound booth people.
“Christine,” Chloe called, touching her sister’s shoulder. “How are you?”
“A bit tired, even from the nap that Erik let me have,” Christine answered.
“You took a nap in his dressing room?” asked Meg.
“He even covered me up with one of his jackets!” quietly squealed Christine.
“And how’s your foot?” asked Chloe, her hand venturing to Christine’s injured foot.
“It feels better now that it’s bound up,” answered the woman honestly. “But I don’t think that I’ll be dancing antime soon.”
“I have a lotion that makes feet feel better,” butted in Meg, digging through her bag and coming up with a bottel. “I dance so I use this on my feet all the time and they feel great, even when I hurt myself.” She took another look at Chrsitine and smiled. “I knew that dress would fit you.”