Someplace Mildly Unusual Today

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and Satine has a special treat in mind for Christian....

#3 'Rub a dub dub, two in the tub'

“Thank you Toulouse”

“Anything fowr youw,” he replied. “Just wemember to bwing it back tomowow!” Toulouse called after Satine as she made her way downstairs, back to Christian’s garret.

Satine smiled to herself; her Valentine’s Day surprise was falling nicely into place. She’d obtained a second copy of the key to the building’s only bathroom. It had an old, deep bath tub, perfect for what she had planned.

Once back in Christian’s room, she removed a sheet of paper from the typewriter’s grasp and penned a note to her beloved poet.

“Roses are red

There’s room for two”

She left the note on his dresser in plain sight, so Christian would see it as soon as he walked in after his meeting with Zidler. They often left small notes to each other. If Satine woke and Christian was no longer beside her, she knew there would be some small musing from him to make her smile. That was just one of the thoughtful things she loved about him. She had kept every single one of his notes, from the most inspired poems to the simplest,

I love you

-Christian

Three small words, yet they had such a great affect on her. Now it was her turn to make him feel that way in return. She placed Christian’s key, along with a rose, on the paper as a weight and gathered everything she would need to take downstairs. Christian would be back soon and Satine didn’t want him coming home while she was still in the garret. Taking Toulouse’s key she quickly left, closing the door behind her.

***

Not long after Satine’s departure, Christian arrived home. He entered the garret, loosening his neck tie and throwing it, along with a hat, to his writing chair. He hated dressing in such stuffy clothes, yet did so to maintain appearances at meetings with Harold and The Duke.

He flopped back onto his bed, releasing a huge sigh. Christian had hoped to find Satine waiting for him, so they could go out someplace nice and celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Sitting, he removed his jacket, took off his shoes and then saw a note on the dresser.

He picked up the vibrant red rose, and inhaled its scent before removing the key and reading the printed message.

He read the note and smiled broadly, though it was unsigned, he knew the author. Recognizing the key, he decoded the ‘poem’.  Barefoot, he tentatively padded downstairs to the bathroom, not quite sure what his seductress had in mind.

He reached the door and jiggled the handle, it was locked, but the ‘Do Not Enter’ sign had not been left on it. Christian rapped lightly on the wooden door.

Satine heard the noises come from outside, she breathed deeply, desperately hoping that it was Christian and not someone else in need of the facilities.

There was no response, so Christian slid his key into the door and unlocked it.

He opened the door a crack and an orange glow emerged, followed by the scent of flowers. Christian entered the room and saw Satine surrounded by small scented candles, and the bath was filled with rose petals and some kind of bubbles.

He quickly closed the door behind him and locked it, for fear of someone walking in.

Speechless and wide eyed, he turned back to Satine.  Her silent smouldering gaze sent a burst of heat dancing in his stomach and spiralling to his groin.

With feline elegance Satine smiled, almost emanating a purr, “Happy Valentines Day.”

Christian stepped closer, letting a shallow breath escape to steady his now shaky feet.

Satine reached out, snaking her arm around Christian’s leg, trailing his inner thigh, then when he was close enough, she pulled her prey into the tub with her.

Christian yelped as he unexpectedly fell into the tub full of water, still clothed. Water splashed everywhere, extinguishing all candles surrounding the bath tub and leaving only those on the vanity alight.

Satine was laughing deviantly as she helped Christian right himself.

Christian shook his head, breathlessly giggling back at her, “There’s no such thing as a boring day with you, is there?”

“No sir,” she softly replied, smoothing over his wet, bubble clad hair.

Christian leant in to kiss his Valentine, pleasantly exploring with a deep, probing kiss.

Separating, only now Christian became fully aware of his situation; Satine of course had nothing on. He on the other hand was still wearing pants and a dress shirt which were soaked right through, and clinging heavily to his body.

Satine grazed her head alongside his, nuzzling with affection. She took his earlobe into her mouth and sucked gently at the droplets of water.

Christian’s entire body quivered in response, he reached out, resting his hands around Satine’s bare waist, instantly craving further contact.

“What is this stuff?” Christian asked scraping the clear bubbles from her skin.

“The Doctor gave it to me. Some kind of salts mixed with a liquid creates all these, fluffy bubbles. Aren’t they just stunning?”

“Gorgeous,” Christian breathed against Satine’s skin, no longer talking about the bubbles.

“Everything else, I already had or borrowed from the girls. The candles...the...roses, the, th-the oils...”

Satine gasped loudly as Christian’s journey brought him to her chest, where he sucked at her breast, flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak, then moving to echo his movements on the other.

“Mmm, I love that” Satine sighed.

“I know” Christian grinned.

She swatted him for his playful arrogance, and began unbuttoning and removing his clothes.

“Satine, I-I’m not sure this will work.”

After trailing her tongue down Christian’s chest to his stomach, Satine now brought her face directly in front of his; he could feel her heavy, warm breath.

“Trust me Christian, it will. I’ve thought about it...a lot,” she winked before going back to remove his trousers and underwear.

Satine dipped her hand beneath the elastic waistband; in the water her cool touch on his hard skin made him jerk unconsciously. With one soft touch, she had complete control over him.

Regaining his composure, Christian leapt into action, raising his pelvis out of the water, helping Satine slide the pants down over his hips and thighs.

A growl rose from Christian’s throat, as he lay down immersing himself fully in water, bringing Satine to rest above him. As she slowly moved against Christian, the ripples of water sent delightful shivers through the couple. Seeking a stronger touch from her lover, Satine ground her pelvis intensely against Christian’s. Forgetting their unusual circumstances, Christian’s groans of desire were soon replaced with spluttering as he sunk beneath the water.

Satine grabbed onto his shoulders, and wrapped her long legs behind Christian’s back, allowing them both to sit, and hopefully save him from drowning.

She repeatedly kissed his trembling wet lips, while whispering her desires, thoughts and moaning lightly at his every touch.

Their movements were slick as the cooling water surrounded their heated skin. Holding the sides of the old tub to steady himself, Christian allowed Satine to thrust passionately against him.

As the water ran sensuously between their thighs, Christian kissed along Satine’s craning neck; feeling his love for her swell within.

With several deep strokes, Satine’s legs tightened around Christian’s back, sparking their simultaneous release. Bubbles floated through the air like a dream, as the couple slowly continued their euphoric escapade.

Pulse racing, Satine turned to sit, resting her back against Christian. Moving her dampened hair, Christian kissed softly behind her ear. She squirmed delightedly, wriggling against his bare chest. He wrapped his arms around her stomach in an effort to still her.

His touches and slightest moves were so intimate and full of genuine love.

“Happy Valentines Day” he whispered softly into Satine’s ear, “I love you.”

Satine turned to look her lover in the face. She was silent for a moment, enjoying their unspoken words.

“I love you” she breathed, grazing her lips over his before sinking into another haze of kisses.