Christine, in all her gentle glory, was the only person who could ever redeem the horrible phantom that the world had made Erik into. Without her, he was nothing but a lonely genius, forever to be shunned by the cruel world they lived in. He would do anything for his angel, his savior--anything within his power, as little as it might be in this strange place.
"I can say that because even from birth, I was thought to be a curse. My mother could not bear the sight of my face and she looked me away in the attic for so long, so very long," Erik admitted to her, feeling as if he might weep in that moment. "She denied me the love a mother should give their child! And so many women after her thought me wretched... In my long life, you are the only person who has learned to love me in spite of what I am. You, Christine," the man said, his voice turning more passionate and eager, instead of sad and angry.
And then...then she was pressing her lips to his own again and the man could feel his heart beating hard in his chest in a pleasant nervousness. He kissed her back with brief hesitation, but she was pulling back before he was able to fully give in to his desire. But certainly she wouldn't mind if he kissed her now...
Straightening his back, Erik cupped her face between warm hands and let his mouth brush against hers before he was pressing more firmly against her lips, kissing her the way a lover would...like she had down below the opera house in the fifth cellar. His dark eyes closed and the man held back a tremble, doing his best to focus on his beautiful angel instead of his own inexperience.