Title: Denying Love
Disclaimer: I don't own Satine, Christian, you know all them… they belong to Baz. I don't own the song 'People will say…' They belong to the genius people who wrote Oklahoma whoever they may be.
Dedication: To the Eiffel Tower, who looks better purple than red.
Satine and Christian were off to the side. They had told everyone they were working, but of course they weren't.
"I'm on my own for dinner tonight. I don't know what I'm going to make." He sighed. Satine reached out and patted his arm.
"It's ok, I'll come over and cook you a huge dinner tonight, just for you!" The look on his face made Satine burst out laughing, it was a known fact that she couldn't cook.
Satine's sudden fit of laughter caused people to look over. Seeing the two together, the room erupted with silent whispers. Satine dropped her arm from his shoulder.
"You have to be more careful, they'll think you're in love with me." Christian told her.
Appalled, Satine said, "It's not like you're not in love with me either!" She got up to leave but paused and turned to face him.
"Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?" She sang.
"Why do the neighbors gossip all day behind their doors?" Christian shot back.
"I have a way, to prove what they say is quite untrue. Here is the gist, a practical list of "don't's" for you."
Christian, looking amused let her continue eager to see what she could come up with.
"Don't throw bouquets at me,
Don't please my folks too much,
Don't laugh at my jokes too much,
People will say we're in love!"
Christian cut in, "Who laughs at your jokes?"
Satine rolled her eyes and continued,
"Don't sigh and gaze at me,
"Your sighs are so like mine,
People will say we're in love!
Don't start collecting things,"
"Like what?"
"Give me my rose and my glove."
She held out her hand. Christian laughed and shook his head, turning away from her.
"Sweetheart, they're suspecting things!
People will say we're in love!"
She walked down the hall, hiding from the audience she had collected as she sang, Christian followed. He grabbed her arm and turned her towards him.
"Some people say that you are to blame as much as I.
Why do you take the time my favorite pie?" He made a disgusted face and Satine laughed again, her cooking really was bad.
"Grantin' your wish, I carved our initials on that tree...
Just keep a slice of all the advice you give so free.
Don't praise my charm too much,
Don't look so vain with me,
Don't stand in the rain with me,
People will say we're in love!"
Satine smiled, remembering many nights in the rain, she placed her arm on him.
"Don't take my arm to much,"
Satine, disappointed, dropped her hand. Christian grabbed it, tracing his thumb over her palm.
"Don't keep your hand in mine."
Satine, now annoyed, tried to pull out of his grip.
"Your hand looks so grand in mine.
People will say we're in love!
Don't dance all night with me,
'Till the stars fade from above."
She smiled again; they had done that too.
"They'll see it's alright with me
People will say we're in love!"
Satine smiled, she leaned in and kissed Christian. The world faded away, it was just them.
"Let people say we're in love." She whispered against his lips. Christian nodded, because after all, they were.
Disclaimer: I don't own Satine, Christian, you know all them… they belong to Baz. I don't own the song 'People will say…' They belong to the genius people who wrote Oklahoma whoever they may be.
Dedication: To the Eiffel Tower, who looks better purple than red.
Satine and Christian were off to the side. They had told everyone they were working, but of course they weren't.
"I'm on my own for dinner tonight. I don't know what I'm going to make." He sighed. Satine reached out and patted his arm.
"It's ok, I'll come over and cook you a huge dinner tonight, just for you!" The look on his face made Satine burst out laughing, it was a known fact that she couldn't cook.
Satine's sudden fit of laughter caused people to look over. Seeing the two together, the room erupted with silent whispers. Satine dropped her arm from his shoulder.
"You have to be more careful, they'll think you're in love with me." Christian told her.
Appalled, Satine said, "It's not like you're not in love with me either!" She got up to leave but paused and turned to face him.
"Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?" She sang.
"Why do the neighbors gossip all day behind their doors?" Christian shot back.
"I have a way, to prove what they say is quite untrue. Here is the gist, a practical list of "don't's" for you."
Christian, looking amused let her continue eager to see what she could come up with.
"Don't throw bouquets at me,
Don't please my folks too much,
Don't laugh at my jokes too much,
People will say we're in love!"
Christian cut in, "Who laughs at your jokes?"
Satine rolled her eyes and continued,
"Don't sigh and gaze at me,
"Your sighs are so like mine,
People will say we're in love!
Don't start collecting things,"
"Like what?"
"Give me my rose and my glove."
She held out her hand. Christian laughed and shook his head, turning away from her.
"Sweetheart, they're suspecting things!
People will say we're in love!"
She walked down the hall, hiding from the audience she had collected as she sang, Christian followed. He grabbed her arm and turned her towards him.
"Some people say that you are to blame as much as I.
Why do you take the time my favorite pie?" He made a disgusted face and Satine laughed again, her cooking really was bad.
"Grantin' your wish, I carved our initials on that tree...
Just keep a slice of all the advice you give so free.
Don't praise my charm too much,
Don't look so vain with me,
Don't stand in the rain with me,
People will say we're in love!"
Satine smiled, remembering many nights in the rain, she placed her arm on him.
"Don't take my arm to much,"
Satine, disappointed, dropped her hand. Christian grabbed it, tracing his thumb over her palm.
"Don't keep your hand in mine."
Satine, now annoyed, tried to pull out of his grip.
"Your hand looks so grand in mine.
People will say we're in love!
Don't dance all night with me,
'Till the stars fade from above."
She smiled again; they had done that too.
"They'll see it's alright with me
People will say we're in love!"
Satine smiled, she leaned in and kissed Christian. The world faded away, it was just them.
"Let people say we're in love." She whispered against his lips. Christian nodded, because after all, they were.