Someplace Mildly Unusual Today
Summary: Freezing cold, Christian and Satine seek shelter from the rain. They heat things up in the Red Windmill.
#2 'The Red Windmill'
The air was damp and storm clouds had been gathering all afternoon. The grey skies had almost turned black, when suddenly the heavens opened and poured down on Montmartre.
Satine and Christian stood in the entrance of Bar Absinthe, they were just about to head to Christian’s garret when the rain began.
“We could make a run for it.”
“In these heels, I don’t think so Christian.”
Christian wrapped his hand behind Satine’s waist, pulling her close.
“Come one, just think, in a few minutes we could be back at my place, and get you out of those, soon to be, wet clothes,” he grinned.
“Ah, so that’s your plan Mr James, very cunning.”
Satine looked to the crowded bar full of drunken bohemians, and then back to the street with puddles forming on the ground. Her mind drifted to a nice warm bed and a boyishly handsome poet wrapped around her.
“All right, let’s do it,” she said taking Christian’s hand.
The pair ran out onto the street, shrieking and laughing like children as they went. Every few metres they would stop to take shelter under a storefront awning, then continue on their way.
Christian clasped his hands over Satine’s and rubbed them together briskly, in an effort to warm both their hands.
“Almost there,” he said, releasing a shivering cold breath at the same time.
“Christian, this is insane. Let’s just go back and wait until it passes over.”
Christian shook his head, and Satine could see that he had made a decision and wasn’t going to change his mind.
“Fine, follow me.”
Now taking the lead, Satine quickly lead the pair to shelter. Christian became confused when they headed toward the large red windmill, centred in Montmartre Square. Breathing heavily they climbed the stairs and made their way to the top of the windmill.
Once they had reached the top Satine stood by the solitary window watching the blades turn; arms wrapped around herself in an effort to keep warm.
“Nobody ever comes up here, I’m sure they won’t mind if we stay until it calms down outside; then we can make another, ‘run for it’.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she shivered, freezing cold from the wet clothes against her body.
Christian briefly observed the sight before him. She looked like a poor, soaked, little kitten, and her long flowing hair simply clung to her neck and shoulders.
“Here, let me do that for you,” he said wrapping his arms around Satine’s shaking body.
He took Satine in his arms and began caressing his hands over her arms, waist...and chest in an effort to keep her warm.
Satine gently reciprocated Christian’s actions, though he didn’t appear affected by the cold, his body shivered against hers.
Christian ran his hand behind Satine’s neck removing the wet hair off of her neck, and letting the warmth of his palm seep through her. Satine closed her eyes and took in his heat, yet she still shivered.
The water from her hair beaded on Christian’s hand as he trailed a path across her cheek and to Satine’s trembling lips.
Gazing heatedly into Christian’s eyes, she took his finger into the warmth of her mouth, and sucking gently, tasted the cold rain water. Her tongue ran sensuously along the tip as she released it, then hearing the deep gasp escape Christian’s lips, took it once more, wholly in her mouth.
Christian clenched his teeth in response to her tender motions, and then pressed her firmly against the brick wall of the windmill. Caressing the side of her neck with his cheek, he inhaled her delicious scent. Satine panted heavily as he ran his tongue from her collar bone to her jaw, where their lips hungrily met. With her spare hands, she grabbed Christian by the waist, pulling him tightly against her feeling his growing hardness and beating anticipation.
Christian’s jacket was shaken off and fell to the floor in their fumblings and desperate attempts to touch each other. His white shirt was saturated and clung relentlessly to his broad chest and tight stomach.
Satine purred at the enticing sight, yet began to undo his buttons, eager to touch the pale flesh beneath. Once they had been removed, the shirt still clung together. Satine ran her hands beneath the cotton fabric, and stripped it from his body.
Running her hands down Christian’s arms, she pulled the shirt from him and dropped it to the wooden floorboards.
The sudden burst of air against his damp skin, bit coldly at Christian as Satine quickly spread his wet jacket across the ground.
“I don’t think that’s going to help Satine,” Christian voiced, arms wrapped around himself and rocking slightly to maintain heat through movement.
Satine turned back to Christian and simply replied, “Splinters darling.”
Christian bit his lip and winced at the thought of having splinters lodged in delicate places, “okay, I see your point,” he grinned, as Satine enticed him back into her arms.
He went to lay Satine upon the makeshift blanket, but she shook her head at him.
Switching places Christian lay upon the ground bringing Satine gently above him. Kneeling above his thighs Satine trailed kisses down his wet chest to his abdomen. She undid his pants as Christian lifted her dress, grazing his hands along her thighs to remove her underwear. Satine took them over her knees and carelessly threw them in a pile with Christian’s shirt.
Pulling Christian’s pants to his knees, she gently teased him, brushing her hips against him in readiness. Christian exhaled deeply, causing a mist to rise from his mouth.
“Are you alright?” Satine said, pulling back slightly.
Christian nodded emphatically and raised his hips to meet her once more, “I just need you, to warm me up.”
Satine smiled, “I think I can manage that,” she whispered lowering herself onto Christian.
Their breathing was laboured as they moved quickly against the other. Satine sat straddled over Christian’s hips, and took control over the situation. Increasing pressure and speed, she moved tightly against Christian.
At that one intensely heated moment, Christian called, “I love you.” For some this was an uncontrolled utterance, yet she knew Christian meant it completely.
Using his hands Christian pulled Satine forcefully against him, she bucked ferociously against his pelvis in response, feeling a surge of heightened pleasure spiral from her stomach.
Still slowly moving against Christian, Satine felt the delicious warmth they had created tingle throughout her whole body.
Finally she came to rest by Christian’s side, both slightly damp, but no longer from the rain. Christian raised his head and looked outside. Satine looked expectantly at him for a report.
“Still raining,” he said.
The drew a broad smile from Satine, “Well we can always keep ourselves busy in here until things clear up,” and then took Christian’s reddened lips in hers once more.