Today's prompt: seduction/deception/The Mirror

Here's another one shot based on the musical for you guys! This one takes place on Coney Island, specifically in Phantasma. I hope you all enjoy!

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"Love, have you seen my blue waistcoat?" Erik asked with a frown as he stepped over to where his wife was standing in front of their bedroom mirror. "I don't recall what I've done with it."

"I think it might be in the closet," Christine replied. She turned to kiss his cheek but quickly returned to buttoning her pale yellow blouse. "Why do you suddenly want your blue one? You've worn nothing but black for as long as I've known you."

"I thought I might change it up a little for once," Erik said, laughing quietly and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He rested his chin on top of her head, looking at her in the mirror. "I don't want to go to that meeting today. I'd much rather be here with you and Gustave."

Christine laughed quietly and tilted her head back to kiss the bottom of his chin. "I don't want you to go either. I'd much rather have you stay here and come play in the snow with Gustave and I," she said softly. "Are you sure I can't convince you to stay?"

"No, I'm not sure. Please, try to convince me," Erik said with a quiet laugh.

Christine immediately grinned and turned around to face him before she pulled him into a kiss. It lasted for a few moments, but eventually, she pulled away and cupped his face in her hands. "Was that convincing enough for you?" she asked with a hopeful smile.

"Indeed it was," Erik chuckled. Gently, he hoisted her into his arms and took a step over to the bed. He then flopped down onto his back and wrapped his arms around her waist. Smiling, he kissed her again.

A few kisses later, Christine pulled her lips gently from his. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she asked: "Are you going to let your staff know that you won't be making it to the meeting?"

Leaning his head on her shoulder, he pressed a few kisses to her neck. "Yes, I'll tell Madame Giry, and she'll let the rest know," he finally whispered.

It was then that they heard a voice from the doorway ask: "Mama, Papa, what are you doing?" They both turned to see their young son, Gustave, standing there, his brow furrowed.

"Oh, nothing, my darling," Christine said with a smile as she got up from the bed. Ignoring how her husband pouted at her, she walked over to their son and knelt in front of him. "Papa is going to come play in the snow with us. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Yes!" exclaimed little Gustave. He giggled as he hurried over to the bed to climb onto his father's lap. "Can we go play now, Papa?"

"As soon as we eat breakfast, of course we can." Erik lifted his son into his arms and stood up. He walked immediately to the mirror and pressed in a small latch before the glass slid aside. Carrying his son through the mirror, he stepped into the walk-in closet. "Let's get you one of my scarfs to wear outside before we go downstairs, shall we?"