Face in the Mask

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Face in the Mask

Lyrics(c)Charles Hart
Characters(c)Richard Stilgoe


She woke, unaware of her surroundings the woman stood slowly. Her chest rose and fell as she took in the sights around her, her breath caught in her pale throat as her memories returned. “I remember there was mist, swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake, there were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat and in the boat there was a man….” Christine saw him from across the room, and as he turned to look at her she could not help but walk towards the man and as she grew closer her senses rose, her heart beat faster to him, “Who was that shape in the shadows….”


The phantom continued playing a soft melody on his piano as she came closer, he could feel the heat of her skin as her hand came to his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch submitting to her.


“Who’s is that face in the mask?” She trembled as he leaned into her hand, his skin felt so good against her fingers. Christine leaned against him her fingers trailing along his mask, she felt him flinch and stopped, and her eyes met his eyes that had snapped open once she’d touched his mask. His eyes held a sorrow like nothing she had ever seen, Christine pulled her fingers away from his face, “I’m sorry, Angel…”


The phantom closed his eyes and said nothing, but he began to play the piano again.


She frowned then opened her mouth to speak.


“Don’t talk, Christine,” he said, his voice stern, “Only sing…” his voice was shaky now as if he were holding back, as if he wanted to cry but was too ashamed, “I need you to sing.”


“Yes, Angel.”


“My name is Erik, please call me Erik.”


“Yes Erik,” she said, wetting her lips, Christine took a breath and began to sing. She watched as he swayed, the way his fingers moved so easily over the keys he played. Her heart pounded hard in her chest while she sang for him. Her eyes followed every moment of his hands moving over his arms, closing her eyes she imagined her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt sliding them away from his well-defined chest. Oh god… She shivered, his voice echoed in her mind, Trust me….touch me….savor each sensation…let the dream begin! Let your darker side give in! Opening her eyes, Christine’s voice wavered at the sight of him.


Erik stared at her a look of pure adoration in his eyes for her, “Christine…” he breathed her name, the strain in his voice told her of his desire for her. He could not fight the tremor in his voice just then, he needed her, he wanted her but continued to play.


She struggled to hold the high note, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over in her desire. Christine fell silent her breathing heavy, “Erik…” she whispered his name and came to his side once again, “Erik, I won’t take off your mask, just….” She touched his face, “let me…” Christine’s fingers traced the curves of his face slowly moving over his flesh to his throat.


Erik shifted on the bench his concern for once not with his mask but in a certain lower region that strained painfully against his pants. His mouth fell open as her lips pressed against his neck, her tongue was hot on his skin, he sucked in a breath as her teeth grazed his sensitive flesh, “Oh god, Christine.” He put his arm around her waist pulling her closer.


She put one knee on either side of his thighs as she kissed him. Christine felt his arms come around her, one tangling in her hair the other moving down her back. Erik slipped his hand beneath the dress stroking the flesh above her stoking then moving to the apex of her thighs, his thumb rubbing the ultra sensitive flesh between her thigh and pubic region. “Oh!” she gasped, burying her head in the crook of his neck, “Erik…” Christine pressed herself against his hand, “More…Erik please!”


He gave in to her pleas, his fingers sliding over the silky cloth of her warm undergarments. He breathed deeply through his nose his body aching to be one with her. Her most intimate place was the softest part of her body as well as the hottest. Her flesh was soaked and hot with her desire for him, burying his fingers in her warmth, Erik moaned as she licked his neck again, her own fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt.


Her breathing quickened when he pulled his fingers out then pushed them back into her again, “Oh god-god Erik!”


“Christine,” he closed his eyes as she pressed herself against him brushing against the swell of his pants. He knew she had felt it too, his eyes opened to meet hers almost completely dilated. Erik pulled his fingers from beneath her dress and with a gentle push she slipped off the bench, he stood immediately, pinning her against the piano wrinkling the sheet music that had been sitting there. He claimed her in a long passionate kiss, his lips conveying to her everything he had ever felt for her.


The fierceness of his kiss brought sudden tears to her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck; Christine kissed him with equal fierceness. She felt his arm snake around her waist while his other hand tangled in her hair once again. She felt the press of his arousal against her leg, the reality of how far gone they were made her tremble. There was no turning back now. Breaking away, she looked into his eyes touching his masked cheek she wanted to remove it to see the rest of his beauty but she saw the pain it had brought him so she left it be.


His hand covered hers, “Trust me…you don’t want to see,” he said sadly.


“Why not let me see the one I love?” She asked tilting her head.


Erik kissed her tenderly taking her breath, “You talk too much”, he whispered, “When you should be singing.” He took her hand and with a shaky step he led her to a black curtain, he lifted it showing her a magnificent bed with black silk sheets and a large headboard with a swan carved into it. He turned to her; she brightened and climbed onto the bed. He did the same, wrapping her in his arms kissing her deeply. Erik lowered her to the bed drinking in the beauty of her form; he winced as his lower area became more painfully constricted. Trembling fingers pushed away the cloth covering her shoulders letting it fall to the bed, he untied the top part of her dress and as it fell her full breasts became exposed. Erik hesitated but continued removing the dress until she was completely naked, “You are my angel of music,” he whispered pressing a kiss on her collarbone.


Christine shivered at the contact and smiled, “your turn,” she caressed his neck and exposed chest before slipping off his coat with a gentle push he was on his back staring up at her his chest heaving. Her nails trailed along the muscles of his chest, kissing his right side then the other Christine carefully slipped his pants and undergarments down his thighs. She gasped at the sight of his length, bigger then I thought… she flushed. Her hands came to his face again, kissing his lips letting her tongue slip inside his mouth, he tasted so good. Once they broke away for air, Christine touched his mask again, “Angel of music…” she sang softly, “hide no longer…” and with those words she slipped off his mask.


“Christine!” He cried her name as if she had tried to murder him.


Her eyes widened, “Oh Erik…” she reached to touch his face, she kissed his forehead, “You’re beautiful, Erik no one can sing the way you do and not be beautiful. No one could make me feel this way and not be beautiful.”


Whimpering, Erik wrapped her in his arms as she kissed his face, lowering her to the bed once again, his tears fell against her breasts. “Christine, I-I love you.”


“I love you too,” she whispered smiling up at him, she spread her legs a little waiting for him.


Erik kissed each breast taking the nipple in his mouth, loving the feel of it between his lips, he made a trail of kisses down her stomach stopping just below her belly button to suck hard on the flesh.


“Ah!” Christine jerked, her hand reaching down to take hold of one of his.


He smirked and went lower, his lips kissing her most intimate place. “What warm unspoken secrets will we learn?” he whispered, “Beyond the point of no return…” wetting his lips he pressed another kiss on her and took a deep taste of her essence.


“Ahh Erik!”


He closed his lips over her nub and suckled her sweet jewel barely grazing over it with his teeth.


“Oh g-god ERIK!” She was thrashing now.


He moved to claim her lips with his silencing her cries; he rubbed his length against her teasingly, “do you want me, Christine?” he asked more confidant then before.


“Y-yes I need you!” Her groan became a moan of pleasure as he claimed her in one long thrust. For a moment they did not move only savoring the sensation of being one for the first time. Trembling, Christine put her hands against his back she squirmed adjusting to the size of him before signaling her readiness. She kissed him again sucking on his bottom lip gently.


Erik held her tightly to him before moving his hips slowly at first then, more confident he increased his speed, “Sing for me,” he whispered.


“Oh god oh god, Erik!”


“More, Christine! Louder! Sing for me!


She arched her back meeting his thrusts grinding her hips into his, “Oh Erik!”


“C-Christine! Christine!” he sobbed her name.


“Harder! Erik, please!” She begged, her whole body shuddering with signs of release.


“Louder!” He commanded his own body convulsing, “Ohh Christine!”


Her body tightened around him, her eyes went wide, “Erik! Oh Erik! E-R-I-K!” Christine screamed his name as he assaulted her sweet spot mercilessly.


“Christine! Christine! Christine!”


Panting heavily, she relaxed as he lowered his head against her, letting him use her breasts as a pillow.


Erik’s chest rose and fell with exhaustion; he kissed her hand, leaning into the softness of her breast. He turned so that he could look into her eyes, his own filled with nothing but love and adoration for this woman. “I love you.”


She gave him a tired smile and stroked his back, “I love you too, Erik.” Her eyes softened seeing a single tear trickle down the marked side of his face; she wiped it away with her thumb, “Erik…my beautiful angel of music.”