Disclaimer: Moulin Rouge and co. are not mine, don't sue, I refuse to give you my birthday money!
Christian sighed and rolled over, snaking his around… nothing. He patted around a bit trying to find his beloved. But when the sheets were the only thing he found, he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked to the window.
Masses on red-copper hair enveloped the thin, fragile body in the frame. She was overlooking the Moulin Rouge, torturing herself.
Sighing an internal sigh, Christian threw back the covers and walked to her. He wrapped both arms around her and breathed on her neck.
"Saaatine." He whined into her hair. "Come to bed!"
She shook her head, causing coppery strands to fall into his mouth.
"Why?" He whispered with his lips on her shoulder.
She looked at him just enough for him to see her tears, she turned away quickly as if ashamed.
"Another nightmare?" He asked. She nodded slowly, bobbing her pale cheeks up and down. "Was it bad?" Her face grew more serious; she bit her lip to choke back a sob.
He pulled her into his arms. She got lost in them. He could feel her tears on his bare chest.
"We won't be like them darling." He said smoothing her untamed tresses. "We'll be different." She looked up at him doubtfully. "I won't let anyone ever hurt you." She smiled her sexy half-smile. "They were young, still babies, she was only 13. We're older, we know what happened to them." He massaged her arms with his palms, hoping to get rid of the goose bumps on them. "We'll learn from their mistakes. Come now, you're freezing. Come to bed?"
She nodded. As soon as her feet were on the floor, she ran across the floorboards and jumped into the bed, burying herself under the covers.
"Cold, huh?" Christian asked, coming towards the bed more slowly.
She whimpered with anticipation. Laughing, Christian ran to her and climbed in next to her. She was on him immediately, hugging him so close it seemed, that she wanted to disappear into him.
He held her to him, tracing his fingers along her figure.
Only until her lips were parted and her breathing was even, did he let himself loosen his grip. She had been having the same nightmare every night- she would wake up and he would be dead besides.
She had the crazy idea they'd be doomed lovers, like Romeo and Juliet, dying before they had a chance to lived.
She was terrified.
And now, as he looked at his sweet angel, he grew terrified too. If he ever lost her, he would be broken; no one would ever be able to piece him back together.
"Goodnight my sweet Juliet." He said, kissing the tip of her nose. "May you forever be with me, and I with you.