Hey you! *points*

before anyone gets confused what this is all about, this is a short story based on my original Phantom of the Opera spin-off, Requiem for a lonely Heart. (click here to read it). Some of my readers were "disappointed" that there was no smut scene in the story, but even though it didn't fit into the story itself doesn't mean I can't write an extra shortie about it, right? ^_^ so here we go. Of course you can read it if you haven't read Requiem, but it probably won't make much sense why the Phantom is so "fluffy" then *laughs*

As usual, I do not own The Phantom, Gerard Butler, or anything that belongs to its respective owners. Erik and Illina and the dirty mind are mine, however. I'll attempt to punjab anyone who steals any of it ;)

This story is rated NC-17 because of DUH - sexual content, haha.


and now - enjoy :18-combo:


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Wedding Night





Once upon a time
I only imagined this
And now you're mine

(Rachel Lampa)

~+~

The ceremony had been a private one; only Illina and I, the theologian and those closest to us had been present, namely Nadir, Olga, and their baby daughter Amélie. I’d refused to set foot in a church, but Illina did care about a heavenly blessing of some kind, which had led to a series of heated arguments. The Lord and I had gone separate ways since the days of my childhood, and I didn’t think there was even the slightest necessity of changing that. Illina, however, insisted on it, saying that only because I was bitter about religion did not mean she was going to follow me suit. It had taken us a while, but in the end we’d agreed on a compromise. The marriage itself had been performed by an authorised member of the municipal council, but once the secular part of it had been dealt with, we expressed our vows a second time beneath a white canopy near the river. A professor of theology from the Prague university carried out the Christian aspects of a wedding, which of course would not officially be accepted by the Catholic church, but I was quite positive that God would give me credit for being so open-minded and tolerant in case we should ever meet. After all, I’d even agreed to have our baby daughter baptised, too.

Finally, we were alone. I took a deep breath as I closed and locked the bedroom door behind us, bracing myself for the moments blissful intimacy that lay ahead. One year. An entire, eternal year. That’s how long I’d had to wait for her because the pregnancy and birth of Eleanor had been so complicated that at one point Illina’s life had been at stake. Her physician had repeatedly warned us about a new conception before she’d have fully healed and recovered, or else her third child was going to be her farewell present to me.

No husband in the world likes to hear those things, of course. But even though my body began to revolt violently shortly after delivery, I did not touch her. The thought of losing her only because of a momentary failure to control my needs was just too terrifying. Over the months we shared nothing but gentle kisses to avert the temptation of going any further. At some point Illina gave me permission to visit a courtesan if the aching should ever became too much to bear, but I never did. I only wanted her.

And at last the wait was over. We’d just gotten married, we officially belonged to one another from this day on, and now the wedding night awaited us. My breath was already coming in quick, shallow pants even as I merely looked at Illina. She wore a plain white dress that was tied with a cord just below her bosom, a pale pink orchid like an island in the midst of her ocean of black curls, and yet it was just the sheer simplicity of the garment that enhanced her beauty because it did not distract me. I let out a shaky sigh as I gently cupped her cheeks in my hands, tracing the contours of her face with my thumb and index finger as I memorised her features yet once more. I knew every curve, every soft edge of her flesh by heart, and yet it was a sensational new discovery every time I reacqainted myself with her body. My eyes fluttered shut as I leaned my forehead against hers, my fingers diving into the ebony silk of her hair. It had been far too long and I could hardly contain myself, but I still wasn’t going to rush. I wanted all of her, and I wanted to enjoy every moment of it.

“I love you,” I whispered hoarsely, trembling a little because my heart was beating so insanely fast, pumping andrenaline through my entire body. Smiling to myself as she murmured the words in return, I finally kissed her, slowly and deeply. I could never get enough of those passionately deliberate kisses that begin with a shy familiarisation of the lips, a tender introduction to a caress of such meaningful depth that it was considered too intimate to be shared with just anyone, and then develop into the most amazing, breathtaking moments during foreplay. Her mouth was even softer, even warmer and she tasted even sweeter now that I knew I didn’t have to worry about stopping.

I moved my hand to the back of her neck, playing with the soft hair there before pulling at it ever so slightly to make her tilt her head back and give me all the access that I needed to show her with just one kiss how much I desired her. She gladly obliged, and I crushed my mouth to hers with a little more force behind my moves, sucking, nibbling and licking her adorable pout, sliding the tip of my tongue along her bottom lip and pushing gently before retreating and doing the same again, coaxing her to let me in. Every fibre of my body was crying out for her, I wanted to taste her, to kiss her until the surroundings would start spinning. But I knew she enjoyed playing those little power games as much as I did, because at first she purposely resisted my expert attempts of seduction. It looked as though she was going to make me work extra hard tonight, simply because she loved teasing me, and right then she was fully aware of my rather obvious desperate need. I pulled her to me so she was pressed up closely against me, and I growled inwardly when a sudden surge of wanting immediately rushed along my veins. I needed her. I needed her so much that it was beginning to physically hurt. I let my hands roam along her soft flesh, marvelling at the sheer exquisiteness of her shape. There really is nothing as beautiful in the world as a woman’s physique. A man’s body is hard and edgy, a practical instrument for the arduous struggle of survival that lacks any pleasurable side-effects. But a woman’s curvy form combines both utility and pulchritude. Little Eleonora wasn’t the only one who’d gladly suckle Illina’s ample breasts.

The feel of her cushiony figure so close to me was beginning to drive me insane, and when I realised I had to come up with something else to make her yield to me, I broke the kiss and let my lips descend to her neck. Grasping her earlobe between my teeth, I started nibbling on it, gently at first, then biting her a little harder before soothing it with soft caresses of my mouth. I smirked inwardly when she let out a muffled groan and squirmed a little, holding her in place as I kissed my way down her plunging neckline. Starting at the incredibly sensitive spot just below her ear, I slowly worked my way downwards, grazing, nuzzling and tickling the silky skin without stopping for even a second. I inhaled her sweet fragrance as I went, letting it fill my head and cloud my senses. Oh, how I wanted her! It had taken me a long time to understand why my operas, especially Don Juan, had always defeated me. I never knew what love, what passion, what desire was until Illina came into my life. Only she could make my blood boil and take my breath away. When I felt goosebumps against my lips I knew I was about to win this little struggle for supremacy, and instantly increased my efforts in both intensity and frequence.

“Erik...”

She whispered my name in such a tone of voice that was loaded to the brink with desire and emotion that I couldn’t help but shudder momentarily. But then I quickly grabbed her face with both my hands, not caring if I was somewhat rough, and crushed my lips to hers harshly. I shamelessly robbed her of any chance to resist, unable and unwilling to play games any longer, but the way our tongues entwined immediately was all the reassurance I needed that she didn’t really mind terribly much. I circled and cornered her, pushed her and captured her, only to feel her break free, stand up to the pressure and then cause my senses to reel as electric jolts raged through my body. I kissed her endlessly; long, intoxicating kisses that caused us both to shake.

When we finally broke the kiss, it was only for a moment, a few seconds of catching our breath, and once the bare minimum of oxygen in our lungs was refilled we attacked one other again, helpless to resist the ecstatic sweetness of making passionate love to each other’s mouth. Illina’s nimble fingers rid me of my mask, my vest and adeptly unbuttoned my shirt quickly as I tried to find a way of getting her out of her dress. Undoing the cord was easy, but the laces at the back turned out to be troublesome when you’re not looking, and I was quickly fed up with them. Thirty-seven years, and I still had to capitulate to a stupid dress. I growled impatiently before I grabbed a hold of each side of her low-cut neck and simply tore the cloth apart using brute force. Her undergarments followed suite. Illina let out a sound of protest, complaining about how expensive the dress had been and how long it had taken her to find it; and I rigorously told her to shut her mouth, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to me again, desperate to feel her warm, smooth skin against my own. I captured her lips once more, groaning into the kiss when my body began to tingle where it came in contact with hers. The feel of her heartbeat, the sensation of her velvet surface, it was all so overwhelming. I traced her spine with my fingertips, letting my hands roam her back as I kissed her, again and again, wanting to drown in her exquisite aroma. And then her hands were on my chest, and all rational thought left me.

I backed her towards the bed, pushing her until she fell back onto the soft mattress. Crawling after her, I took a hold of her hands and pinned them down above her head, studying her beautiful face for a moment, then traced her form with complete adoration. She was so perfect, so divine. I assaulted her neck again, alternating between sucking and biting softly and none-too-gently, slowly but surely descending until I reached her shoulder. There I rested my head momentarily, allowing myself a second or two to breathe, before my teeth tenderly grazed her collarbone. She let out small noises of pleasure each time I touched her, quiet sighs and small gasps, and I thrived on them, memorising each and every sound she made. I continued my journey south; kissing the swell of her breasts and then pressing my lips to the soft skin in-between them, drawing small circles with the tip of my tongue. I felt my breath catching in my throat when Illina buried her hands in my hair, pulling me closer, showing me her approval. Bringing one hand to her left breast as I captured her other nipple in my mouth, I kissed, nipped and suckled her taut bud until I heard her whimper in delight, and she arched her back, raising her torso to meet me. I continued until she began to cry out and tossed her head from one side to the other, then I switched sides, lavishing the same fervent attention on her other breast. She’d begun to tear at my hair not exactly gently, and I growled against her skin, biting her eventually before I crawled back up her body to meet her mouth for a bruising kiss. Soon my lips were swollen and thus terribly sensitive, as were hers, but neither of us cared too much. We slowed down for a bit, hands roaming over bodies aimlessly, kissing softly wherever we could reach, and I just held her, relishing how she felt beneath my hands, shivering inside when she caressed back. So close to her. So close to all I wanted.

Eventually I freed myself from her embrace, a bit reluctant, but also knowing more pleasures were waiting for me, and I moved back to where I’d left off. I gave her beautiful breasts a gentle kiss farewell each before I descended, letting my lips hover over her skin as I slid down her body. My hands followed the path of my mouth, and I chuckled when she giggled softly once or twice, knowing her stomach was ticklish. But the giggles quickly subsided and were replaced by moans when I reached the very lower part of her abdomen. I lingered there for a little while, kissing and breathing on her mons veneris until her hips bucked up to me, and she was whimpering and crying and begging me to continue. I didn’t even have to part her legs, she’d done that of her own accord, waiting for me.

I wanted to draw the experience out and torture her for a while, I really did, but my body cold-heartedly betrayed me. The smell of her arousal, the heat that came from the very core of her intimate flesh, the wetness I felt as my fingers skimmed over the soft skin of her inner thighs, I couldn’t resist it for a moment longer. I was throbbing and aching and desperately needed to bury myself in her delicious moist warmth. But first I wanted to bring her to her completion. I gripped her hips and raised them towards me, draping her legs over my shoulders, and then I took her with my mouth.

The moment I first tasted her I could barely stand the restraints of my trousers, and I cursed under my breath, wishing I’d taken them off earlier on. I groaned as I plunged my tongue into her, parting the folds of her womanhood a little further each time I dove back in. She groaned and cursed and hissed all sorts of otherwise insults at me when I only inserted the tip at first, teasing her until she was a helpless, dependent little bundle of nerves in my grip. When I had her where I wanted her, I finally gave up the torment and shoved my tongue into her all the way, stretching her walls as far as I could. Her cries could have sent me over the edge, but I clenched my eyes shut and held on. Feeling how she was close, I replaced my tongue with my fingers and moved my lips to her already swollen nub, taking it into my mouth and suckling it until I felt her muscles contract harshly around my fingers. I moved back down and pressed my lips to her centre as she peaked, eagerly drinking the sweet nectar of her body. I did not move until I was sure I had caught every drop of her exquisite juice, but once it was over, I hurriedly stripped myself of my trousers before raising my body over hers, and pushing into her without wasting another second.

I stilled for a moment, almost breaking in Illina’s arms because the sensation of being inside her again after all this time was so incredibly forceful, so overwhelming, so heavenly that all my strength was gone for a heartbeat or two. A low, broken groan from somewhere deep inside slipped past my lips, and I fisted the sheets as I buried my face in her hair and against her neck. I was glad then that I’d waited and pleasured her first, because it became clear within a second that I wasn’t going to last very long this time. All I wanted right then was to lose myself in her, and I was going to take her now, ruthlessly and selfishly. I took a deep, shaky breath as I flexed my muscles, stealing a last kiss from her and then it was all for me.

I drove fiercely into her, sliding into her like a knife into molten butter, pushing inside until I was buried to the hilt within her slick, blinding heat. Somewhere in the very back of my mind I registered that she gripped my shoulders then and clutched them, but it was only when her nails dug deep into my hardened muscles that I growled loudly, picking up speed and pounding into her almost brutally. The delicious pain had triggered my animal instincts, and now there was no turning back whatsoever. Within me, an uncontrollable excitement began to build up, turning into an unbearable tension that was crying for a release, jarring my body with quick, piercing stabs of desire. I felt red-hot lightning shoot down my spine, and I gripped her thighs, making her wrap her legs around me to give me the perfect angle to drive into her full force. My surroundings faded to black as my release approached fast, only our ragged breathing, her softness and her heat got through to me. When my body finally erupted, I let out a low cry, shuddering as I spilled myself into her core. All my thoughts, my senses, they faded into oblivion, completely suspended as I let go. We were one flesh then, one mind and one soul. I could taste her, breathe her, feel her in my blood.

And then I collapsed into her arms, completely drained of all my energy. Letting out a long, exhausted sigh, I closed my eyes, my entire body relaxing completely.

“Erik, you’re crushing me.”

At one point Illina’s soft chuckle brought me back to reality, and I raised my head a little, lazily.

“Mmh?” I murmured somewhat disorientedly, brushing my lips against hers. Then I realised that I still hadn’t moved and that my full weight was pushing down on her.

“I’m sorry, angel,” I breathed, rolling over to the side and taking her with me. It was only a tiny fraction of a second that we were separated, but it was terrible, and I wrapped my arms around her again, hugging her as close as possible.

“You have no idea how much I missed this,” I whispered as I kissed her forehead, winding a strand of her hair around my index finger.

“Oh, I think I do,” she said with a smirk, cuddling up to me and gently nibbling on my shoulder.

“Mmh, possibly.”

Both of us fell silent again as we lay in the darkness, enveloped in each other’s warmth and nearness. It was a perfect moment, one of those milestones in life where everything is how it’s supposed to be. There was so much I wanted to say, so many things to tell her, but words could not express the way I felt, how much she meant to me. And so I just held her, knowing I would not let her go for as long as I lived.

“Goodnight, my beloved husband.”

“Sleep tight, dearest wife.”





The End

*has passed out from it all*

Ohmyfrickinggawsh!!!

I'm almost embarassed to admit that I read that because it. was....wow. *insert nervous laugh here* But you had me hooked as soon as her whispered that he loved her (you eeeeevil tricksy person you *narrows eyes with mock suspision* Haha!). Normally I'm kind of against reading this stuff, just because... yea- but I couldn't let R4LH go without acutally reading the last bit of it. And all I can say is... oiy.

(the need for a cold shower comes to mind *bursts into laughter*)

Really though, all awkwardness aside, it was beautifully done, hun :) I don't see how there could be any doubt in anyone's mind in regards to how Erik feels about Illina *laughs* Totally loved the part about her protesting when he ripped her dress by the way, teh hehehe...

And this:

:laugh: So great hahahahaha....

Well, I guess it really is time to let this fic go *tear* It's be amazing all the way through hun, I'm glad I stuck with it (even though schoolwork called haha). Loved it.

Tchao!

You know what? I am a huge Phantom/Gerry fan and I had no idea you had a Phantom story. I guess I've been living under a rock lately.

But Erik smut is very good :drool: :drool: :drool: I loved it :)

Katie

Uhh that was good.
Very un-fanfiction. *grins* Very perfect!
Ok Erik, I might be driven to find you enticing at this point, you sexy beast!
*lol* Might not have been the smartest move to read this just before I have to head off for work, but that couldn't be helped.

*grins* tell me again, why do I fin d that really sexy? :yum:

But quoting smut is a little difficult, I realize just now. Ach damn, you know what I liked about this. It was so damn sexy and incredibly well described. Perfect. Gosh I'm happy we didn't miss out on that part of your imagination for the story's sake. :-P

The end was really cute. cuhute, you hear. And fluffy, but perfectly so :).
Damn I don't have enough time right now to say all that's on my mind, ut maybe that's a good thing cause I feel rather gushy at the moment ;).

huggles,
Laila


Uh. PS: Jewelz - just out of curiosity *grins* what speaks against reading smut, normally ;)?

thanks for the feedback girls :shine:

heh, I suppose not everyone has such a dirty mind as we two do :noangel:

*laughs* Well, that- and I just don't think it's a great idea to focus on things like that... Impure stuff, I guess you could say. But I don't really want to get preachy now-esp since I did read this one, haha...

*shrugs*

I know this has been quoted before... but still

*Shakes head* The practical way men think.... Le sigh. Okay it was sexy I'll give you that. But really... If he ripped a dress everytime things werent speedy enough... DAYUM!!

It was lovely hun, *hysterical cries*

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO it's not over, it's not over *starts rocking"

More??

hm... *lol* I feel vaguely tempted to open a discussion about that over in the discussion forum - but I guess that would be a little self-indulgent ;).
Just apart from all the stuff about how I respect your stand on that issue (what I do!) I guess I have always had a little problem with calling sex impure, since in the end it is just as natural as eating and sleeping and breathing. (As the definition of "life" is Organization [being composed of a number of cells], Metabolism [produces engergy by eating etc.], Growth, Adaptation [Evolution and the ability to adapt to environment], Response to stimuli, and finally Reproduction.)

Guh, I sound like a pompous smart ass ;). Sorry 'bout that.

*laughs* Oh believe me, if I implied that I thought sex was impure- I did not mean to, haha. Rather, that focusing and so forth on sex between other people, particularly unmarried people (which doesn't apply in this case), isn't always the best idea.

Not that I don't think authors have the right to write whatever they please, haha, just that I generally try to stay away from it- particularly if it comes out of no where (you know, in your typical, shallowly thought out boy meets girl, they sleep together and live happily ever after, etc, heh).

Seems like we've got enough of a discussion going on here, ha. I'm sorry if I insulted you or your work in any way though... ^_^

this is the exact reason I did not include a smut scene in the main story. it just didn't seem right as means of making up, and once they had made up, there wasn't really a need for a smut scene anymore *laughs* talk about a vicious circle, eh? but in this case, I really wanted to write a smut scene because I think that it does get the emotional connection across. You know, it may be smut, but it does carry some kind of character development (at least I hope so, lol). hence an extra shortie for it, where you know where it's all coming from, but it doesn't interrupt the main plot. think of it as a deleted scene that is beautiful as it is, but just didn't fit. I hope that makes sense, haha.

and no worries, as you said - you did read it and liked it, so it's all good ;)

Mmmhmm :)

*grins* I think we even agree - somehow, on a weird level with two different backgrounds clashing. *lol* But I agree that I don't like the glorification of sex solving everything and making everything perfect. Especially in that boy-shags-girl-and-they-live-happily-ever-after.

*rofl* Now that I think about it in most m stories that kind of sex leads to something bad. Which of course I like a lot in a story... *muahaha*

*laughs* Oh the things we put our characters through, haha...

Sorry to have taken over your thread Jen, heh...

:faint: Talk about your powerful emotional scene! Wonderful job, friend, you wrote this very tastefully (compared to most smut, lol), and it turned out beautiful. I'd write more, but I still have class reading to do *grumbles*. Erik and Illina are love though! *hugs them*

This means that it's really over, doesn't it? :cry2:

hehe... who knows? ^_^

Holy cow, Jen! Holy Goodness! Wheeeowwww! THAT WAS smut!!!!
*claps hands*
Bravo! I'm not a fan of the Phantom but, wow! That was, let's say, interesting to read... teheee!

And, Laila!!!

You rock, my lady! And not sounding like a pompous smartass!

:tsk: :tsk: :tsk:

*laughs* somehow the "holy cow" amuses me to no end :lmao: glad you liked it :tsk:

I love how I finally read this, and to PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN!

lol I take it you liked it :tsk: