| Chapter 2 They reached the upstairs doors. There were four identical doors on each wall of the hallway. Christian opened the first one to the left of the stairs. He took her hand and led Satine inside. Christian's garret was small. It had only a bed a couch and a kitchenette. To the right was a tiny water closet with just the toilet and a small bath. It was hardly a room at the Moulin Rouge and for the first time, he felt inadequate. What was he thinking? Why would someone like Satine want to be with him? "What have you got to drink?" Satine asked, the silence finally getting to her. "I have brandy, um, I think there may be some white wine," he walked into the kitchen and pulled out a chipped cup. "Water, I have water. What would you prefer?" "Wine is fine, thank you." She sat down on the couch in the middle of the room. "So this is where you live?" As it left her lips she wished she could take it back. He was just a poor poet, had she expected more? "I know it's not much," but it's the best I can do. "I will get a better place when the show picks up." He poured the wine into the glass and handed it to her. "I'm sorry, this is a fine place, really." Satine took the glass and sniffed the wine. It was cheap wine, she could tell. A courtesan is quite a connoisseur of wine. She sipped it. "It's not a fine place, the ceiling has that big hole in it. My floor is unsteady, I fear I will fall through to the garret downstairs." Satine looked up at the big hole, where only hours earlier, the Argentinean had fallen through. They had put a cloth over it, for some privacy, but it didn't help. He could still hear every move that was made up there, every breath. It was the attic, a storage place really. People went up there all the time to get old items, furniture, or in the case of Tolouse and the others, to rehearse. At night when the town came to life, parties raged up there. But this night, mostly because there was a hole in the floor, the party had been moved to the roof. Christian could hear the party, hear the noise, but didn't care. He sat down next to Satine. "Look...I, um..." Satine stopped, she really didn't know what to say. She looked down into her glass of wine. Christian took his finger, placed it under her chin and raised her lips to his, spilling wine all over his couch, but not caring. Christian was so nervous, never really having kissed anyone before, yet it seemed so natural with Satine. He knew what to do, even though he'd never done it before. His tongue gently touched her lips, caressing them so softly, she couldn't tell if she was just imagining it. She had never felt this way, never felt a kiss all the way into her feet. The kiss rose up through her spine, sending shivers down it. She felt his tender kiss, pressed ever so gently to her lips, all over her body. "Christian." She mumbled into his mouth. She pushed him down on the couch, her weight now on top of him. Panic filled Christian. He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't know how she felt about him. He didn't know anything except that this felt right, it felt sure. His mouth left hers and moved to her neck. He stopped. "What?" Satine noticed the hesitation. "I don't know," he said. He looked at her. She had pleading in her eyes. Could she really want him? Now he thought he could see it, now he wanted it more. "I just want to let you know, I've never been with anyone before," he looked over her shoulder, "it's my first time." Oh God, why was he doing this to her. Now she had so much pressure on her. She couldn't destroy this man's life, she couldn't fall for him now. He was so sweet, so innocent. She kissed his forehead and sat up. "Christian, I'm not sure this is what you want." "What do you mean? I think I know what I want." Came his reply as he sat up and pushed her hair behind her ears. The way he touched her, the way his hand grazed her ear, it made her weak. Oh, how she wanted him. If he kept touching her, she wouldn't be able to refuse. "I can't do this to you. I can't..." Christian kissed her, to silence the words he didn't want to hear. He pushed her down. Now he was in control. "Don't say no, please." He whispered in her ear. He'd had a taste of what he wanted, and that wasn't enough. He wanted to indulge, to fill himself with her. She didn't fight back. The truth was she wanted it too. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. She put her hands on his chest, feeling his beating heart. It was beating with such fury, such passion, she feared it would pound out of his chest. She tried to unzip her dress and Christian, catching on, helped. "This isn't very easy to get out of," she laughed. But almost effortlessly the zipper slid down and Christian pulled her red dress off and threw it over the arm of the couch. "You may have to help me." He felt so shy, so timid, but so free, so alive. He instinctively knew what to do, but this was a professional. She knew what was good and what was bad in the area of sex, and he wanted her to think it was good, maybe something she would want to try with him again. "You'll be fine." She pulled his suspenders off his shoulders. He had such broad shoulders. Such soft skin. She kissed his shoulders, one at a time. Then moved to his neck. He could feel her breath so tender on his neck, it was almost too much to take. He pulled at the corset she wore, and felt frustration at not knowing how to get it off her. Satine laughed against his neck. "These aren't easy access." She pulled away and stood up. Christian almost passed out, his head was light. She was gorgeous. He thought she was gorgeous before, but now he couldn't keep his eyes off her. "You're making me nervous," Satine said with one arm behind her back untying her corset. "I just never thought....My God you are beautiful." Satine blushed. "Now I am nervous." She pulled out the last string from her corset and pulled it off. There was silence as Christian looked, enthralled. She walked over to him and kneeled in front of him, still sitting on the couch. "I don't want you to be nervous." Christian was dumb struck. He found it difficult to even breathe. Satine pulled his hips down to the edge of the couch and unbuttoned his pants. She noticed how hard he was and it seemed beautiful to her, more beautiful than anything else she'd seen. She pulled his pants down past his hips. She smiled, "You know, I have already seen this. You don't need to worry. You are very...talented. Like I said before." "B-but before...y-you-" "Shh...now I'm talking about...something else," He just looked at her. She looked so content. She put her mouth down over the hard sensitive skin between his thighs. It throbbed as her tongue stroked it. "Oh, oh God." He had never felt anything like this before. His body raced with pleasure, dripping from every limb. Satine felt him tensing up. "Don't come, not yet. We aren't done." She stood up and straddled his hips. "I want your first time to be something you won't forget." Like he could ever forget this. She pushed him inside her and she moaned with pleasure. A squeal came out of him. How is it that this was so amazing and he'd never tried it before? Satine thrust herself on him, up and down. Finally she moaned one last time and met his lips with hers. A moment later cried of ecstasy came from Christian. "Oh Satine...." he moaned and came inside her. Satine looked at him, hair tousled, eyes droopy. "Was that okay?" Words that had left her mouth before in similar situations, but words she never really meant until now. She wanted it to mean something, she wanted it to be more than just sex. She felt it, and it scared her. She felt love. |