Someplace Mildly Unusual Today
Summary: Satine takes Christian on a tantalizing tour of the Rafters at the Moulin Rouge
#1 'Up in the Rafters'
It was late afternoon and the troop had been rehearsing since 9 o’clock in the morning. Satine grew weary from repeating the same lines over and over, not because of her own incompetence, rather from narcoleptic bursts, hissy fits or just general chaos!
While the ensemble practiced one of the easier numbers, Satine took her small breather as a chance to...break the monotony. Walking over to Christian she stumbled at his feet, her hands grasping at his inner thigh for stability.
Christian gasped at both the unexpected fall and contact to his groin. He grabbed Satine’s shoulders with concern, “Are you alright?”
Satine glanced over her shoulder to make sure everyone had continued what they were doing, then eyes shining brightly, grinned at Christian.
“You did that on purpose,” he said grinning, yet with mock disapproval.
“Who me?” Satine replied nonchalantly, “perhaps I’m just not very good on my feet.”
Christian scoffed, the best dancer at the Moulin Rouge not good on her feet? Shaking his head he took Satine by the waist and helped her to stand.
Momentarily he stood that way, remembering the lingering touch of Satine below his waist.
Satine smiled as she saw his eyes change colour; just as a mood ring predicts emotion, so too did Christian’s eyes...and she knew that look all too well.
Removing herself from Christian’s hold Satine slipped from his grasp and took a step backwards. Breaking eye contact with Christian she searched the room, finally settling her gaze upon the rafters above the stage.
“I just realized I haven’t taken you on a tour of this place yet...”
Christian followed her line of sight, and then stared back at Satine in surprise...they couldn’t...could they?
Without words his embarrassed glance voiced uneasiness to Satine. However there was no need to discuss it with him, she took off for the backstage stairs, and knew Christian would be right behind her.
It was dark as night when she reached the stairs to the overhanging rafters, yet Satine moved with catlike ease. After years of performing and being lowered from the high trapeze, she knew this place like the back of her hand.
Christian however stumbled at the first step. Satine giggled and took his hand, guiding him safely to their destination.
Hidden by the rafters, the lovers used the all too infrequent moment of privacy to feed their burning hunger.
Letting instinct guide him in the darkness, Christian reached out for Satine’s behind, and pulling her close drowned Satine in warm and tender kisses.
He teased Satine with his tongue and she playfully nipped at it, enticing more.
Christian released a small whimper as Satine caught his tongue roughly this time.
Caressing his face she voiced, “I’m sorry darling, did I hurt you?”
Christian nodded his head like a wounded 5 year old in response.
“Let Mummy help," she said teasingly, softly kissing his bottom lip, then top and then easing Christian into a spine tingling kiss that was sure to make him forget his own name, let alone sore tongue.
Her hands slid down Christian’s beating chest, and came in contact with the leather belt at his waist. Running her hands smoothly across his tight stomach Satine unclasped the buckle and the buttons to his trousers.
Christian explored the valley of Satine’s neck as she grazed her hand deliciously under his waistband and gently stroked him beneath. As her fingers trailed along the tightening skin, blood rushed from Christian’s head to other parts of his body, leaving him light headed.
His hands left Satine and grabbed on to the railing behind him to steady his footing. Satine dropped his garments to the floor and with her hand fully clasped, moved sensuously along his shaft.
An electric wave of pleasure surged through Christian and weak kneed, he leant on the railing for support causing it to rattle.
Toulouse heard a faint noise from on stage, but dismissed it as affects of the absinthe. However when he heard a deep groan, he looked in its direction. Wide eyed Toulouse looked up to see a bare behind against the railing of the rafters.
He smiled to himself, sure he knew exactly who that was, and what was happening up there, but grew concerned when the rafters started to shake, causing rattling noises, increasing as time continued.
He couldn’t bare it if the pair were caught, so yelled the first thing that came to his mind...
“FIRE! FIRE! Everwyone out!”
The performers and stage hands shrieked as they ran from the hall, Toulouse behind them.
Meanwhile back upon the rafters Christian could take no more of Satine’s pleasant torture. Trailing kisses along her jaw he tensed, closing his eyes and breathing heavily.
“No...” he shuddered.
“What’s the matter?” Satine said slowing her motions against Christian.
“I need you, I want to be inside you.” Christian panted having trouble collecting his thoughts to make a mere sentence.
Taking his lips once more, Satine spoke into them, “If that’s what monsieur desires.”
She raised her skirt, revealing her new custom of not wearing underwear to once more prove useful and placed her hips tantalizingly in front of Christian’s hardness.
Slick with heated anticipation, Satine slid tightly around Christian and quickly moved against his shaking body.
Christian rest his head in the crook of Satine’s shoulder as he felt her complete him and take his essence once more, like nobody else had ever done.
Running her hand through Christian’s damp hair, she gently blew cool air across his cheek and past his ear to pleasantly bring him down from an intense high.
Her movements slowed, then halted completely as she looked deeply into Christian’s glowing eyes in the darkness.
Satine smiled, “So this is the rafters to the Moulin Rouge...did you like your tour monsieur?”
Christian breathed heavily as he clothed himself, “Yesss, but I just realized there are still so many other places you are yet to show me.”
“All in good time,” Satine grinned taking his hand and softly kissing the open palm before leading him back down the dark stairway.
The pair reached the stage and the hall was completely deserted. Christian and Satine looked to each other in complete surprised.
Christian was first to break the bemused silence, “Just how long were we up there?!”