"In Between The Lines"
'The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn'
Part 3 Chapter 7
Waving goodbye to Toulouse, hand in hand, Christian and Satine left the bar giddy with laughter, at nothing in particular.
Once on the street, Satine stood for a moment, taking in the late night air. She released a deep breath and a frosted cloud of air rose from her lips.
“Here darling, have my overcoat,” Christian said, taking it off before Satine could voice her response.
He delicately placed it over her shoulders as she put her arms in the sleeves.
Satine wrapped her arms around herself, still feeling the lingering warmth of Christian’s body in the lining.
Satine sighed happily, “You’re too good to me.”
Christian adamantly shook his head, “Nothing’s too good for you.”
He moved closer to kiss Satine, but two drunken patrons burst out of the bar’s doors jolting the couple in their quiet moment.
Once away from the crowd, the pair quietly strolled down the street, happy with the silence and their own thoughts.
“...I suppose you want to know about the absinthe,” Satine began.
“Oh, I...you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” Christian said in all sincerity.
“It’s no big secret, obviously not amongst that lot anyway, it’s just not something...it’s just not something I like to talk about,” Satine said, continuing to walk.
In response Christian nodded, in an effort to let Satine say as much or as little as she wanted to.
“You know my father died, but I didn’t tell you how. I loved him, I really did, but like anyone, he wasn’t a perfect man,” Satine said, telling her story.
“None of us are,” Christian said in reflection.
“Well...” Satine sighed, “the abridged version is that after my mother left he took up drinking, and...as I got older, his drinking became heavier. Finally, he discovered absinthe, and it became a very expensive habit for him. He got into all sorts of trouble, but mainly health wise...and one night he finally...drowned all his sorrows,” she finished, coming to a standstill in the middle of the street.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be so thoughtless,” Christian said, taking both Satine’s trembling hands in his, “I won’t drink absinthe anymore, just for you.”
“Oh, no Christian, I’m fine with other people drinking it...I just could never bring myself to do it. Perhaps out of fear that I’d follow his footsteps,” she said, tearing up.
“Darling,” he said, kissing her hands, “never the less, I don’t need it...and if there’s even a remote chance that it could harm what we have, then it’s not worth it,” he said with softness in his voice.
“I love you Christian,” Satine smiled.
“I love you too Satine” Christian replied, this time taking her lips in his and tasting the remanets of sweet wine in her mouth.
Drawing out of their passionate haze, Christian looked around, noticing why Satine had stopped walking. They were at the crossroads to their homes. Satine yawned, and Christian knew she would have to go home but didn’t want the evening to end.
Satine noticed him looking about, and picked up on the thoughts trailing through his mind.
“Satine do you...” Christian began.
“Yes,” Satine said before he had even finished speaking, but he was too busy talking to hear her.
“...want to come back with me. I know it’s late, you don’t have to do...I mean, would you just stay...by my side, for the night?” he fumbled.
Satine giggled, “Yes. …I’d like that.”
His heart was so consumed with love for the woman before him, that she clouded his mind. Christian smiled blissfully.
***
Christian had gone full circle, sitting once more on the edge of his bed, now untying the laces to his shoes.
“Ah...Christian,” Satine uttered.
“Yes darling,” he said, looking at her in the middle of the room.
“It just occurred to me that I don’t have anything to wear,” she said, looking down to her hands as she noticed Christian’s embarrassed response.
Christian blushed; he hoped Satine didn’t think he had planned this. Like a ball of nervous energy, he jumped up and went searching through his clothes. He came up with a white cotton shirt and held it out to Satine.
“Here you go. I know it’s not exactly what you are used to, but I’m sure it will make a comfortable nightshirt,” he said, trying to sell the idea.
Satine smiled, “It will be fine,” she said, “Thank you.”
Christian unlaced Satine’s dress and then decided to sleep in his white undershirt and slacks.
He sat on the edge of his bed, removing his socks, and grew stunned at the sight of Satine walking across the room, placing her clothes on the table, now wearing nothing but her panties and his simple cotton shirt.
Maybe it was the way the fabric fell on her body, or the way it ended just below her hips revealing a hint of underwear, but Christian was awestruck by Satine’s casual beauty. It made him feel proud and possessive seeing her in his clothing, and he couldn’t understand why. He imagined a dog marking its territory and then stifled a giggle, shaking his head.
Satine slid under the covers, lay down and asked him, “What?”
Christian grinned, “Oh, never mind. I was just thinking.”
He blew out the candle beside the bed and snuggled in close to Satine, spooning himself against her back. They both sighed, resting so snugly against the other.
Christian kissed Satine’s shoulder blade, “Goodnight darling.”
Satine took Christian’s hand from behind her, brought it to her lips and softly kissed each of his fingers.
“I had a wonderful time...your song was beautiful,” Satine said, stroking his hand, then released it and whispered, “Goodnight Christian.”
Christian wrapped his arm around Satine’s waist, and later brought his palm to rest on her bare thigh. He closed his eyes and absentmindedly circled his fingers over her upper leg in a soothing, slow repetitive motion.
Without conscious thought, Christian’s hands soon began wandering over other curves on Satine’s body, loving the exploration and the feel of her smooth skin against his. His hands sensuously slid up and down the back of her thigh, and on every motion back and forth, he seemed to reach a little higher. Christian’s fingertips gently trailed over Satine’s backside, caressed her hip and then moved forward to circle his hand across Satine’s stomach.
Christian moved even closer to Satine, and placed his hand back on her hip along the hem of her nightshirt where it met her underwear. He flattened his palm, then tenderly ran his hand beneath the shirt and tantalizingly over the rim of her panties.
Satine groaned, causing Christian to pause. He was unsure whether it was in protest or desire, after all, he had told her they would be doing no more than sleeping.
Christian decided he should let her rest and began to draw his hand back, but was halted when Satine lovingly placed her hand over his, and directed him further, placing his hand over her underwear, snugly between her thighs.
Christian took her cue and lightly massaged over the mound between her legs. He could feel Satine’s breathing increase as he began to circle his finger outside of her underwear, escalating the delicious tension within Satine.
“Christian, pleaaase...” Satine called, panting and pleading for closer contact.
Christian draped all of his fingers over Satine’s underwear, until he came to its rim. He splayed his hand over her stomach and then slowly and deliciously slid his hand beneath the thin material barrier. He lightly teased her outer at first, before Satine moved her legs allowing him ease of access.
Christian could feel that Satine was ready for him and placed his fingers deeper, and began rubbing slowly over that magic spot.
Satine lifted her arms behind her, and encircled them behind Christian’s head, splaying her fingers through his hair and pressed her rear against his groin. Christian muffled a moan into Satine’s hair, and continued to move his hand sensuously between her legs.
Satine rocked against his hand helping the movement, but it wasn’t enough. She brought her hand down and placed it on top of Christian’s, caressing his hand and pressed down on it firmly to increase pressure in the right place.
She moved faster, and reaching her sensual peak, cried out, throwing her head back against Christian’s shoulder.
Satine’s movements began to slow and Christian placed several loving kisses over the base of her neck and behind her ear.
“I love you,” he whispered into her ear, and then slowly withdrew his hand.
Christian turned, fumbling on the bedside table for his handkerchief, and upon finding it, tidied himself up.
Satine rolled over to face Christian and he took her in his arms.
Both were still breathing heavily, and lay looking at each other silently for minutes before either spoke.
“That was amazing,” Satine said softly to Christian.
He smiled in return, nuzzled his nose against hers and then Satine playfully nipped at his earlobe.
“Mmm...You know...you’re the first person who’s ever done that for me,” Satine said against Christian’s lips, and then kissed them softly and passionately.
Her mouth lingered over his as he gently returned her desire.
“Really?” Christian said, happy that he was the first to share such an intimate experience with her.
Satine nodded, “Mmm hmm”, she said, kissing along his jaw.
“‘My pleasure’” he said happily; playfully quoting her from Bar Absinthe.
“Oh, I don’t know about that...” Satine returned wickedly.
Christian giggled and then captured Satine’s lips in a kiss.
With her forehead intimately against Christian’s, Satine asked, “What about you?”
He smiled, “What about me?”
Satine grinned devilishly in return, pressing her hips against his growing arousal. Christian inhaled sharply, but then composed himself by releasing a slow breath across Satine’s neck.
“Really...I’m fine. I wanted tonight to be for you.”
“Mmm hmm,” Satine said, disregarding what he’d just said as she kissed a trail over his chest and ran her hands across his thighs.
Unconsciously Christian closed his eyes in bliss and lay his head back against the pillow; only jolting back to reality when Satine raked her fingernails over the length of his underpants.
Christian sat upright, startling Satine.
He turned to her breathing heavily, “I don’t have that much will power.”
Satine smiled as she gently pulled him to lie back down, returning her hands to the backs of his thighs.
Christian kissed Satine, and then moved to caress behind her neck. She rolled over to allow his further touch, and once more Christian spooned himself against Satine. For his own well being Christian took Satine’s hands in his, holding them against her chest...just in case he was tempted to give into her playfulness later that night.
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