Morning Thoughts.

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Satine's P.O.V.

Sunlight filtered through the window in Christian's garret.I sat up and pulled my sheets tighter around me.
I gazed over and looked over at Christian, who was sound asleep next to me, the sheet pulled up to his waist.
As I lay back down on the bed I thought to myself,'Satine what you gotten into? You're a courtesan, you aren't supposed to fall in love with anyone, much less a penniless writer!'
But another voice in my head said 'Satine, why shouldn't you fall in love with anyone? You can be a courtesan and still be in love.
Most of the other girls at the Moulin Rouge would say "We're courtesans Satine, we can't be in love!
But me? I didn't care. I loved Christian all the same. I would rather die than lose him.
Maybe this is what love is. Wanting to die for the one you love but at the same time feeling like you'd die without them. I love Christian and I'd probably die without him. I didn't care what people thought ofof a courtesan being in love with a penniless writer, the main thing that mattered was that Christian and I loved each other. I didn't need diamonds, I didn't need money, I needed Christian and I was willing to live with that.
I quietly eased myself off the bed and pulled my sheet around me and walked over to the window.
As I gazed out of the window I began to sing.
"Come what may
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you, until my dying day."
All of a sudden, I felt a set of strong, masculine arms wrap around my waist. It was Christian.
"Did I wake you with my singing, love?"
Christian buried his face in my neck, then said, "No. I just wanted to hear my sparkling diamond sing."
"You're so sweet."
He kept kissing my neck. "I love you Satine," he said softly.
"I love you too Christian."