| Chapter Three Was that okay? Christian thought. He imagined it was probably better than anything he'd ever done before, but in all honesty, he had nothing to compare it to. On top of that, he was tired. A different kind of tired. A tired like he'd never felt before. He wanted to sleep, but at the same time wanted to run around the room. Satine was still sitting on his hips when he put his head on her shoulder. She rubbed his head as he breathed against her skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later that night.... "Can I get you a sandwich?" Christian called to Satine who was in the water closet. "Sure. What kind?" "I have cold cut meats and rye bread, but that's all. I still have to go to market." Satine came out of the wc wearing a button up shirt of Christians. She looked so sexy, standing there looking at him in the long shirt. "Wow, that looks good on you," he said, handing her two pieces of bread with some ham in the middle. "Perhaps I should wear it when I'm working?" She giggled. "No, it looks like something for my eyes," he winked at her and bit into his sandwich. "I don't know how long I can stay here. We have to be up early tomorrow," Satine was still frightened by her feelings. She didn't want to be in love, she didn't want to break the only rule at the Mouiln Rouge. She tried to push him away. "We can arrive there together." "What about my clothes." "You can wear what you have on," he smiled. Satine looked at herself, standing there in nothing but a big button up shirt. "Yes, Harold would love that." She took another bite of her sandwich. Could she really do this, she wondered. Could she have a relationship with someone and have no one know. It would be far too complicated. That was why the rule was made, nobody could juggle a relationship and be a courtesan. She would have to juggle between her paid relations and her romantic ones, it seemed like too much balancing, too much hassle. And then she would have to deal with jealousy. There was no way Christian, or any man, could handle sharing his love with several others. It would never work. Who was she trying to fool, she couldn't do this. "I have to go now." She turned and walked back into the water closet, where her red dress and corset lay waiting for her. "Satine?" Christian wondered what he had done to make her want to leave. He walked to the closed wc door. "Satine, what's wrong? Did I do something?" A moment later she came back out with her dress on and her corset in her hands. "I have to go, Christian, I'm sorry." She walked over to the door. "What's going on?" "Please, forget it. We have to work together, so please, just try to forget what happened tonight." She opened the door. "I can't forget it. I won't. Satine, stop. Tell me, what's the matter?" "Christian, I'm a courtesan, I can't have a relationship. It's impossible." He grabbed her arm and turned her to look at him. "Nothing is impossible. It seems impossible that sun would rise, but it does. It seems impossible that trains would run, but they do. Nothing is impossible. I refuse to believe that. If you want to leave because you don't love me, then go. But I don't think that's what it is." How could she resist him? He was her destiny. Her soul was part of her, she couldn't leave, but she couldn't stay. "Just one night," she said under her breath. "Give me just one night," he touched her cheek, "give me the rest of tonight. When the sun comes up in the morning, if you still want to leave, I won't stop you. Just give me the rest of tonight." She moved her lips down to meet his hand that rested ever so gently on her cheek. "One night, in the name of love." She closed the door and kissed him. Christian moved Satine slowly across the room. Kissing her with such passion and fury. He moved her to the bed and sat her down. "Now I'm going to convince you to stay." He pulled off his shirt, the same one that less then an hour ago, Satine had pulled off him. He laid her back on the bed and leaned over her, kissing her neck. His hand slid down her dress, pulling it up to reveal that she had been in such a hurry to leave she hadn't put anything on underneath it. She laughed when he seemed startled to feel skin when he had expected to feel cloth. He silenced her laughs with a kiss and slowly moved his hand between her legs. "Show me. Show me what you like," he whispered on her lips. Her hand met his and her fingers guided his to the place that made her moan in ecstasy. "That's the spot?" He asked, moving his kisses down her arm. "Y-yes," she breathed heavily. He looked up at her one last time, taking in her face. He pulled the dress farther up and straddled her legs. Then with a gentle nudge, spread her legs, just wide enough that he could put his mouth on her. His tongue soon replaced their fingers and the moans became louder. "God, Christian...oh, yes." She couldn't believe this was happening to her. How could someone who had never been with anyone before her do this so well? She was about to have the most amazing orgasm in her life when Christian pushed his fingers inside her to speed her along. She screamed, it was so intense. A moment later, when her screams of passion had died down, he looked at her. His pants couldn't come off fast enough, but soon they were around his thighs. He pushed himself inside her. She was in love, she knew it and now she couldn't deny it. Having Christian there, their bodies together as one, she knew, she couldn't leave him, not now, not ever. She pulled her legs up around his back and stared dreamily at him as his face tightened, she knew he was about to come. He thrust himself in her one more time, then stopped as his expression relaxed and his head fell to her chest. He was sweaty and breathing heavily. They were both still mostly clothed. "I can hear your heart," he said between heavy breaths. "It's telling me to give you everything," she put her hand on his head. Quietly she whispered, "I love you." |