Character: Christian (Moulin Rouge)
Pairing: Christian/Satine
Rating: Um, probably G, maybe PG.
A/N: Well this is my first ever Christian fic, so be kind! I tried to make it 100 words, but that didn�t really work... it�s still quite short, especially by my usual standards. I was originally going to do Renton�s First Hit (Trainspotting) because I�m pretty sure that was a rather significant period in his life, but then I realised I�d probably have to know a little something about heroin, and I really don�t... Anyway, enjoy the delicious Christian-ness of this!

The first time he felt it, he knew. He�d read about it, of course. He�d even written about it in his own na�ve way � describing it as tasting something delicious over and over, or hearing your favourite piece of music endlessly. His father had warned him to steer clear of its misleading and persuasive path, but he�d persevered.

Of course, nothing in the past mattered after that first time. It was all pointless and insignificant, making him blush at the thought of it. He could try to put it into words � tell her how, when she walked into the room, all the lights dimmed and it seemed as if even the sun paled in comparison while faced with the sparkling effulgence of her presence. He could tell her about the way his heart simultaneously sped up and stopped completely when her eyes met his. Maybe, he could try to explain the way the blood rushed to his face and burned it, sending tingles all the way down his body whenever she touched him.

He could do all of that, but it would sound like he was trying too hard. Like he was clinging to clich�d phrases and big words to overcompensate for lesser feelings. All he had to do was tell her he loved her.

He loved her.

He loved her more than he had ever loved anything, or would ever love anyone. He really, really loved her.

He loved the way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her nose crinkled when she smiled, how she held her head high wherever she was like she was proud to be herself, and most of all he loved the way she caved into him when he held her.

He loved the way that the first time he had seen her, the first time his heart had skipped a beat, he�d been able to give up his search for love, because it had found him. She had found him.

Above everything else, he loved the way she loved him.

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