Round Robin #3
"Burn For You"
17th December 2002, AOL Instant Messenger [AIM]
Writers: deansgurl27, 1DayDreamer & RHPS Magenta.
RATING: As usual, contains sexual content.
SUMARY: Christian and Satine have managed to get some alone time in a secluded little cottage. Their picnic must be cancelled due to heavy overnight snow fall, but they manage to keep themselves entertained by the cosy fire.
deansgurl27:
Satine held her steaming cup of tea up to her lips and smiled as the hot liquid warmed her inside and out. She and Christian had managed to break away from the madness of rehearsals at the Moulin Rouge to take a holiday in a quaint cottage just outside of Montmartre. At first, Satine hadn’t been too sure about being in the “rustics,” but the idea of a few interrupted days with Christian ultimately made her decision a very easy one.
Christian had had a picnic planned for today and was a bit disappointed because
they were snowed in. A storm had come through the previous night and now a thick
blanket of snow covered the ground. It was lovely to look at, but rather
unpleasant to be out in. Satine looked over at him on the other side of the
table and involuntarily ran her tongue across her full lips. She wanted him to
know that she was thankful for him just being there and not even think twice
about the picnic.
Satine held out her hand on the table and Christian’s hand soon rested in her
open palm and she slowly entwined their fingers. He shivered slightly.
Satine smiled a deviant grin. “You cold, love?” she asked.
“Umm…y-yes…just a bit,” Christian panted. “I think I’ll go stoke the fire.”
Christian felt a tight knot of desire coiling in his belly. He got up from the
table and grabbed the poker and jabbed at the logs just enough to readjust their
positions. He blew several long puffs of air onto the logs and watched them
dance with the passionate life of the fire.
Before he could turn around, Satine came up behind him and rubbed his strong
shoulders. Christian’s breathing quickened as her hands slowly moved downward.
Before he could collect his thoughts, Satine’s hands were massaging his waist
and dangerously close to his thighs.
Moaning, Christian tried to explain, “Darling, I wanted it to be perfect for
you…OH!”
Satine’s hands had found his growing erection and felt it straining against the
cloth of his trousers.
“I love you,” she breathed. “I want you to make love to me, it will be perfect
anywhere.”
1DayDreamer:
"Please..." Christian whimpered, closing his eyes,
letting the feeling of blazing fire warm his face. A blush formed in his cheeks
not from the heat but from Satine's wandering hands. She slid them around to the
front of his pants.
"OH...oh my, Christian," Satine giggled, her breathing becoming more excited.
"Christian...here...make love to me here," she breathed onto the back of his
neck.
"Yes...here...now, Satine," he panted, a word with every deep exhale.
Satine found the waistline of Christian's pants and bit her lower lip as she
pulled him to kneel with her on the thick red rug in front of the silent hot
fire. He was too weak to move. She placed her hands low on Christian's quivering
waist and slowly moved them around to his lower back. Pushing ever so slowly,
she positioned his pelvis so it was grazing lightly against her thighs.
"Here...now..." she echoed him, closing her eyes. She leaned forward, trusting
her lips and tongue to touch his.
RHPS Magenta:
She moved rhythmically against his body, giving
him a preview of what was to come. Soon the cold breeze coming from outside was
to be no more than a distant memory as Satine removed the layers of Christian’s
clothing, letting the heat from their bodies and the fire warm him instead.
Away from Montmartre, the lovers relished their freedom. There were no rules, no
limits, and no one who could expose their relationship to The Duke within the
vicinity.
Knowing this, Satine took the time to tease Christian, slowing contact of their
more intimate areas, instead trailing her hair softly along his bare chest. Just
as anticipated, Christian moaned loudly, calling her name.
Her eyes sparkled, illuminated by the fire and Christian drew his smoldering
temptress into a flourish of soft kisses and caresses. His hands trailed over
Satine’s thighs and then removed her underwear with ease, having had plenty of
practice in the past.
Satine nuzzled at Christian’s groin, sending a wave of pleasure through his
entire body. Continuing her sensuous foreplay, like a lioness, Satine used her
teeth to undo Christian’s trousers and then lower his garments to the floor.
Moving back to her point of focus, she quickly swayed her long mane over the tip
of Christian’s erection, heightening his pleasure to a crescendo.
Christian grabbed at Satine’s waist beckoning her closer, needing to be inside
her at that very moment, but she had not finished playing just yet.
“Did you like that?” Satine asked softly, caressing her face against his hip,
breathing in his musky scent.
“Yessss,” Christian breathed, choking on his words as Satine lightly flicked the
tip of her tongue over the ridge of his arousal.
“Now,” Christian pleaded with her.
“Almost...” Satine began, but then shrieked with delight as Christian took the
lead, taking Satine in his arms and lowering her back to the plush rug.
With the head of his arousal placed achingly close to Satine’s entrance,
Christian hovered above her in peaked anticipation.
“You were saying?” he grinned.
Satine hungrily took his lips, and Christian thrust forward, intense with
desire.
deansgurl27:
Satine shuddered and grasped her clammy hands
around his neck. Christian was deliberately making slow, deep strokes, knowing
that it made Satine wild with passion.
“Chris-tian!” Satine blurted out, clutching his hair and bucking her hips
against him.
“Shh…” Christian whispered. He stroked her thighs, “I w-want to take it slow.”
Satine nodded and desperately craned her neck backward, pleasure and longing
rushing through her veins. Tears pricked her eyelashes from the intensity given
off by her lover.
When Christian felt Satine’s long, sensuous legs wrap around him, his heart
nearly stopped. He buried himself as deep as he could into the warmth of her
trembling body. Satine pressed kisses against his temples, cheeks and lips, all
the while creating a beautiful rhythm together.
Satine gazed into Christian’s eyes once more, fire and love dancing in them.
“I…am…yours,” she breathed.
A gasp caught in his throat and he strained to pull her into focus through his
passion clouded eyes. Satine hadn’t yet given herself wholly to him. But
now…with those three small words, she had given up the restraints of her formal
life, all for him. And it made him feel like he was walking on air.
“I love you,” he was able to whimper before the most blissful release he had
ever experienced.
Both Satine and Christian stayed at their sensual peak for many earth shattering
moments, breathing hard and rubbing frantically over the other’s body.
Shaking, Christian nuzzled his face against Satine’s neck before standing up.
She gave a soft cry of objection when he left her touch but within a few moments
he was back again with a blue quilt to drape over their exhausted bodies.
Satine pressed her cheek to Christian’s chest and closed her eyes, feeling
herself drift off into dreams about love…a love that will last forever.