Semi-Dallying
By: kenobiwan
Christian cleared his throat
quietly, so as not to wake the sleeping Satine. He was curled up on the plush
red velvet loveseat in Satine's boudoir, writing the script for the Moulin
Rouge's production 'Spectacular, Spectacular!' Satine was meant to have been
helping, but she had complained of feeling dizzy and lightheaded, so Christian
thought it would be best for her to rest. Naturally he was concerned, but she
had insisted nothing was wrong. Now he was stuck on the scene in which the
Maharajah discovered the lovers.
How is it going to end?
"Everything alright in here, Christian?"
Zidler entered without bothering to knock. His voice lowered when he saw
Satine.
"Oh, my little canary's asleep? Best not to wake her, she's got a big show
tonight."
Christian nodded.
"I'll check back later, to see if she's awake. Goodbye Christian."
"Goodbye Mr. Zidler."
Satine was more to Zidler than just an attraction in his show. She was like a
child to him, 'his little poppet.' He was the only one that came close to
loving her as much as Christian did.
The young poet's eyes flicked up quickly as Satine stirred in her sleep.
"Satine, darling, are you awake?"
No answer.
He smiled, anyway. He still couldn't believe that she was his. She was his muse,
his angel, his world. He had always fantasized about what love would hold for
him, but it all paled in comparison when compared to this. His grey eyes danced
over the smooth curves of her legs and hips, and came to rest on her chest,
where he watched it rise and fall with each peaceful breath. The soft
candlelight cast a glow over her pale face and those lips that he could not
resist. He sighed contentedly. He got the same warm feeling inside from just
sitting here watching her sleep, as when he held her in his arms.
"I love you Satine." he whispered, almost inaudibly.
He didn't care that she couldn't hear him, he just had
to say it. He sighed again, and turned back to the task at hand.
Satine had been awake long before Zidler had barged in. She had watched her
young love work through barely opened eyes. She had wanted some time to
herself, to think. As she watched him watch her, she tried hard not to smile.
The look of pure adoration reminded her of a puppy. She had always wanted a
puppy, something that she could love, and that would love her. Harold would
never allow it, he said it would make too much of a nuisance of itself. Instead
he bought her a lovebird in a cage. A bird in a cage.
It was like a mirror of her life: a beautiful captive. She doted on her little
bird, but the favour was never returned. Now with
Christian, the void in her life that she never knew she had was filled. She had
never felt love before, and could never have expected it to be this
intoxicating. When their eyes met, she felt her heart beat so hard she was
surprised it could not be heard. She had been with countless men in the past,
but when she and Christian made love, it was just that: making love. Other men
treated her as a toy that they could use for their own personal pleasures, but
Christian was so gentle and selfless that she fell more and more in love with
him every time. He was so...young. Not in his age, but in his ideals. Some
would call him naive, but his youthful innocence touched her. As she watched
him now, engrossed in his work, she couldn't help herself.
"I love you Christian." she mouthed.
He was so oblivious, she was forced to stifle a smile.
Christian was getting frustrated now. He had finished almost all
of the scene, but it just wasn't the way he wanted it. Something was
missing. Too much of a perfectionist, he started again. He closed his eyes and
absentmindedly began to chew on his pencil. The coarse taste of the wood made
him cough and screw up his face. He quickly wiped his tongue with the back of
his hand. The sound of a muffled giggle from the bed caught his attention.
Satine brought a hand to her mouth to mask the noise but it was too late.
Christian, still with the bitter taste in his mouth, looked up to meet two of
the sweetest blue eyes he had ever seen. He smiled, realizing how silly he must
have looked.
"You're awake. I take it you slept well?"
She nodded, stretching.
"Yes, darling, I did. All my dreams were filled with you."
Christian blushed, knowing she was teasing, but still not knowing quite how to
react.
"I - I, uh, I've almost finished the scene..."
"Mmmm?" Satine
seemed unusually disinterested. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and
stood up, all in one fluid motion. Never taking her eyes off his, she seemed to
glide towards his reclined form. He raised an eyebrow, a little confused.
"Is something wrong Satine?"
"Of course not Christian."
Nothing was wrong. She was simply playing with him, teasing him. He seduced her
with words that first night in the elephant, and now it was her turn. She was
fully aware of how much he worshipped her, but she just wanted to push him,
make him want her more. Challenges had always excited her, and this one excited
her in more ways than one.
He tucked his papers into his lap and wrapped his arms around her as she joined
him on the seat. She leaned back into his warm body and smiled slyly.
"Christian?"
"Mmmm?"
"Would you...?" she lowered her voice and whispered her
suggestion in his ear..
His breath caught in his throat and he blushed furiously.
"We couldn't...I mean, not that I don't want to...Zidler said he was
coming back...I have to finish this scene..."
"Oh, Christian" she pouted "We have plenty of time to write the
script..." her mouth hovered dangerously close to his "...and don't
worry about Harold, I'm sure he's already forgotten about us."
The young poet was torn. He desperately wanted to make love to the beautiful
creature in his lap, but he had an obligation to Zidler. He wasn't prepared to
lose his first paying job in
"Darling, I..."
He gasped, suddenly. Her inquisitive fingers had found their way between his
legs and he was caught completely by surprise. He pushed her away gently and
turned his attention back to his script.
"I really must finish this..." he pleaded.
She stood up, away from him. In any other situation she would have been
hideously offended at the rejection, but she could tell by the change in
Christian's heart rate, and the shallowness of his breathing that he didn't
mean a word of what he said. Time to end the games.
She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to his feet, scattering
papers all over the floor. He was astounded. She had never been so harshly bold
with him before. He tried to think of something - anything - to say, but his
brain reduced him to a stammering mess.
Her lips met his roughly. As she tried to deepen the kiss, his facade crumbled.
He could no longer resist the temptation. A low growl escaped his throat, and
he pulled her body tight to his. A quick flick of her hips and he was all hers,
and she knew it. She could taste the last remnants of an Absinthe binge in his
kiss. She pulled out of it agonizingly slowly, sucking on his bottom lip. Eyes
still closed, and arms still in a vice-like grip around her waist, Christian
let a breath out in a whoosh. Satine waited of the reaction. His eyes opened,
sparkling.
"God, I love you." he breathed.
"Why?" she laughed "because of one kiss?"
"No" he smiled, gently fingering her hair "I love you just
because you're you."