"In Between The Lines"
By Magenta
'Until I'm Completely Satisfied'
Part 4 Chapter 7
Summary: Rehearsals are over, Satine and Christian meet in the garret for some kinky, scarf filled, fun. *MATURE CONTENT!*
The dance hall was deserted by the time Christian and Satine had left their workshop with Toulouse.
In effort to maintain the secrecy of their relationship, Satine lingered behind for a few short minutes; so as not to be seen in the compromising position of entering the writer’s quarters arm in arm.
Walking out the door, Christian looked over his shoulder, sending a heated gaze in Satine’s direction. It was an intense, smouldering stare; as if he had looked into her soul and sent waves of fire pulsing delightfully through her veins.
Satine blushed and turned away, smiling blissfully. And before she could even look back, he had gone. Looking around the empty hall to see if the coast was clear, Satine spied Christian’s hat and long grey scarf left behind on the table. She picked them up and set off toward the garret.
***
Christian had just finished removing his shoes when he heard a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
He grinned and looked at it with anticipation of Satine’s entry, however, whoever was on the other side of the door did not respond. Christian walked briskly to the door and whisked it open.
Before he could register what was going on, he felt a soft woollen garment wrap around his face, covering his eyes, and quickly tie into place. His heart was beating fast with adrenaline as the attacker pushed him back into the garret, slamming the door behind them.
Christian went to speak, but his lips were captured passionately, taking the words right out of his mouth.
His arms flailed over the body in front of him, having lost sight, but increasing other senses such as touch, smell...and taste.
Satine trailed her tongue over his smooth lips, “You forgot your scarf and hat monsieur.”
“Oh, how kind of you to come all this way to return them mademoiselle,” he panted into Satine’s mouth. Whispering, Christian continued with a sly grin on his face, “I’m incredibly thankful. You must let me repay the favour.”
His hand reached out gingerly, seeking the buttons on the back of Satine’s dress. Christian’s arousal grew as he felt the soft skin revealed beneath his palms. He lowered the heavy velvet dress to the floor and began blindly exploring Satine’s body. Though without sight, Christian was surprised that when it came to Satine, he was not lost at all. Every delightful curve was known to him, yet he took his time slowly covering her body, listening to Satine’s soft sighs with each tender caress.
Satine brought herself closer to Christian, skimming her bare body against his fully clothed and beating chest. Trailing her lips down his neck, she removed his jacket, tracing the path of unclasped buttons with a line of soft kisses from his chest to his stomach.
Christian groaned blissfully, shaking himself out of the open garments as Satine knelt before him, her face cradled by his hip. With one finger she drew a line down the front of Christian’s straining pants, causing his pelvis to jerk in response.
She smiled at his reaction, yet decided it was time to remove his clothing all together and head towards the bed.
With a trail of clothes strewn behind them, Satine directed Christian towards their destination. She lay him down and straddled herself snugly above him.
Christian reached for the garment covering his eyes, but Satine grasped his hand, stopping him mid action.
“Darling let me see you. I want to,” and cupping his hands over Satine’s firm breasts, he concluded with a long, exhaling breath, “...I need to.”
Satine leant into his lips, and consumed them heatedly.
“Okay, if you have to see me,” she said, removing the scarf from over her lover’s eyes.
Bright light shone through the window, silhouetting Satine’s bare form. Christian smiled blissfully, “You’re gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Satine smiled wickedly.
“What?” he questioned.
Grinding her hips deeply against Christian’s, a wave of pleasure coursed through his body. Using this moment to her advantage, Satine gently took Christian’s wrists and tied them securely with the scarf, at the head of the bed.
Realizing what she had done, a broad grin swept over Christian’s face, Satine could be an angel one moment and human form of the original sin the next.
“Satiiine?” he questioned warningly, “what is it you think you’re doing?”
“I don’t think I’m doing it Monsieur James, I believe I just did it. Now you can see me...buuuut,” she said running her tongue over his stomach, “you have to give up something else in return,” she smirked.
Satine removed her hands from where they were clasped around Christian’s wrists, then raked her fingernails along his beating chest.
Christian yelped at the slight pain caused by Satine’s nails etching down his body, yet at the same time grew harder against her entrance. There was something incredibly sexy about submitting himself to Satine’s will. He was prepared to let her take him...anywhere.
Satine’s thighs gripped tightly around Christian. The intensity of his conflicting emotions was almost too much to bare. It drove Christian crazy, that he couldn’t reach out and touch Satine as he always did with gentle, reassuring caresses and loving exploration. However this heightened need to be with her, made Satine’s touches all the more delicious against his skin. She teased her captured poet at first; listening to his breath quicken, then in one quick motion Satine bridged that small, but vital, gap between their straining bodies.
Moving above Christian in slow, tender strokes, Satine gazed into his misty bedroom eyes. Pools of love brimmed within them, as he gasped at the touch of Satine’s searing lips over his chest.
“Let me feel you Satine, I need to touch you,” Christian whimpered.
Satine’s eyes rose once more to his face and saw a tear trail down the side of Christian’s cheek.
“Darling, are you okay?” she whispered taking his face in her hand.
Christian tilted his head to kiss her open palm, letting Satine know he was more than okay. His eyes then grew wide and his breathing momentarily halted, from the intense heat building within his stomach.
Satine continued her soft strokes against him and taking his lips in hers, began to blindly undo his restrictions. Perhaps even more than Christian wanted to touch her, she needed to be touched by him.
One hand was untied, and Christian immediately brought it to Satine’s waist, trailing the side of her body. He pulled the other hand from the bed post, scarf still attached to his wrist, but that was of no importance to him.
Like a blind man regaining sight, Christian’s senses were overwhelmed. He indulged himself so completely, savouring every touch. Satine sat upright over his body, her muscles tightening exquisitely around him. Then, as if one person, both reached their ultimate climax, writhing desperately against the other.
***
Exhausted, Satine rest above Christian, her hair on his damp chest and listening to his heart begin to steady.
As Christian lay within her, he peacefully stroked Satine’s back, while she planted soothing kisses on his chest. Comfortable in each other’s arms, their smooth, languid motions continued until they dozed off into a land of dreams, which seemed only second rate compared to the waking moments they spent together.
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