A/N: Originally posted to Tumblr last summer, but always intended to be part of this headcanon/AU. A few small edits here and there. Disclaimer: jealousy is only hot in fic, not in real life...but in fic, it can be VERY hot ;)


Jealousy

"Do you miss him, Christine? Do you long for your young man when your monster is inside you?"

As the months bled into years, doubt remained Erik's constant companion, persisting through my best efforts to prove my devotion to him alone. One afternoon he found the red scarf I had secreted away in some forgotten drawer - a relic of my former life that I had been unable to part with. The reminder of his once-rival stirred the darkness within him, and nothing could assuage it other than flesh and racing blood, the mindless comfort of release.

I kept my gaze fixed on my husband and all his ugliness as he fell into my embrace, my body welcoming his eagerly even as my mind railed against the demons that still haunted him. Gasping his name, I swore that he was the only one to occupy my thoughts, but my fervent denials weakened with each thrust. I wound my limbs around him to pull him closer in spite of his cutting accusations. His cruel tongue teased at my ear, his calloused fingertips strumming an incessant rhythm between my thighs, bringing me to the edge of madness. At last I gave in and closed my eyes, my protests transforming into a wordless cry of pleasure that was soon joined by his own.

We both wept afterwards, and our tears mingled as he buried his poor head in the hollow of my shoulder. He was always penitent, always begged my forgiveness following moments like this, when he was pierced by the claws of jealousy and old insecurities. I could only hold him while his passion cooled and the bitterness drained from him, leaving my broken, beloved Erik in their wake.