She loved the feel of his barely leashed control lying beneath his warm skin. She could feel his monumental need beneath her and it caused her body to become flush with both anticipation and excitment. Erik's mouth was at her breast, suckling firmly while she explored him. They were both pushing thoughts of everything to the side, not willing to think about anything but coming together. Erik's fingers tangled into his wifes hair when her hands went to his belt and slowly unbuckled him, taking his need into her hands. He kept his head thrown back, the cords of his thick neck standing out kissed all over her husbands chest and allowed him to do the same. They allowed eachother to take the ot her to paradise.
"Who are they, Mother?" Meg Giry wondered. Her mother said nothing as she prepared their breakfast. Meg sighed and began to fidget with her skirt. She had always been a curious girl and she was more than anxious to see who the people were that Monsieur Khan had brought to stay with them. She had heard her mother and the Persian speaking in soft tones late into the night but whenever she would sneak to the door to listen the talking would stop. She knew Nadir could hear her very easily and it was frustrating! Meg could only imagine the reason why the two had to stay with them! What mystery! What excitement! And her mother was ruining it by not telling her why they were there or who they were! Meg looked excitedly toward the kitchen door when she heard someone coming down the stairs but frowned when it was only Monsieur Khan.
"Are you that happy to see me this morning, Meg?" Nadir asked with a laugh, seeing the disappointed look on the young woman's face. When the Persian sat down at the table Meg took his hand, looking into his eyes pleadingly.
"Monsieur, please tell me who they are!"
Nadir glanced at Antoinette who shook her head. The Persian smiled and shook his head and Meg stomped her foot, letting out a snort of indignation. Nadir smiled again and shook his head. He thought of Meg as his daughter, like he was beginning to think of Christine, although he had no right to claim either. His only son he knew nothing about but he had seen Meg grow up and turn into the beautiful woman who sat before him. She had a mass of thick blonde curls that fell down her back and shoulders and framed a face like that of a little porcelain doll, her features flawless. Her blue eyes were always sparkling with mischief. Her body was supple from years of dance. Her mother had once been a ballet instructor and she had taught her daughter the art. Meg made a dart for the kitchen door when she heard someone coming downstairs again and Nadir grabbed her around the waist, laughing.
"Be patient, child! You do not want to startle them so early in the morning!" the Persian said, continuing to laugh. Meg failed to see how any of this was funny!
"Come help me carry everything into the other room, Meg," Madam Giry said. Meg sighed and did as she was told while Nadir went into the other room. When everything was ready Meg nearly ran out of the room in her haste to see and meet her new house guests. The couple before her was not what she had expected. In all actuality she did not know what she had expected. The woman was sitting in one of the chairs and the man was standing behind her. He was a tall and imposing figure dressed all in black and the mask that covered the half of his face was something Meg could not take her eyes off of. There was an immediate sense of danger and it was rather frightening. The woman, however was the complete opposite. Meg had always considered herself a rather attractive girl but next to this woman she felt very inadequate. Her dark curls, blue eyes and what looked like beautiful body made Meg feel very self-conscious. Who were they and why were they there?
"Meg, this is Erik and Christine Desslar," Nadir said. The woman, Christine, smiled charmingly while the man stayed silent and unmoving.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Meg," Christine said. Meg nodded and said the same. The young ballerina was suddenly very intrigued with the young woman and her husband.
"It feels like it is getting colder by the minute," Raoul growled, rubbing his arms up and down vigorously. They had been driving none stop in the carriage, trying to get out of Rome, and they were not all in the highest spirits. Anthony had not talked much, only to Sienna, and they whispered about how in the world Erik could be alive, and how long had Christine known? At the moment however Sienna was asleep in Anthony's arms, Gustave was snoring in the corner, which left Raoul and Anthony to talk to one another.
"Perhaps we should not have separated ourselves from Erik and Christine," Raoul said, the thought having been on his mind for a few hours. Anthony nodded; he had been thinking the same thing. How would they get in contact with them? How would they know when it was all over? He did not know how it had been possible that Erik was alive after everything but he did know that the masked man would not let anymore harm come to his wife and unborn baby. He seriously wished things could get back to normal, or as close to normal as he could manage.
"Perhaps I should go back?" Raoul said. He did not like running away from the enemy and he wanted to help Christine all he could, because he knew that was all she would ever accept from him, his help. He knew Anthony could not go back, he had Sienna to worry about and as a friend Raoul would never allow the man he thought of as a brother to get hurt. He really was the most logical choice.
"I would not ask that of you," Anthony murmured, looking down at Sienna face, which was resting peacefully in his lap. Raoul shook his head. He would not ask him, but he would think it. He could see the wheels turning in young Daae's head and Raoul knew that he wanted him to go.
"I am going, Anthony," Raoul said. Anthony simply nodded. In truth he wanted someone helping Erik so everything would work out for once.
"How would you find where they have gone?" the young man asked, stroking Sienna's hair.
"Delauney is not the only one with high connections in the city, I will find them, do not worry about that," Raoul said. Anthony nodded and had the carriage pull to a stop. Drastic times called for drastic measures.