by Esprit Libre
Disclaimer: Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrman
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Toulouse's young writer hiding his face behind the wall hangings, doing his best to blend in with the room's red wall. She had to get him out of there. Fast. So she did the only thing she could think of: she hauled the Duke into her bed, effectively creating an escape route for Christian.
"Let's make love!"
The poor man stared at her as if she'd gone quite mad. "Make love?"
Satine smiled alluringly at him, thrusting his face down on her chest. "Mmm!" She writhed sensually, thrusting her hips up at him, desperate to keep him occupied.
Over the top of his head, Satine caught Christian's eye. With her free arm, she pointed meaningfully at the elephant's heart-shaped opening. Christian nodded and crept across the room, trying to ignore the moans and gasps coming from the bed.
Satine let out a loud gasp as the Duke began to respond to her, kissing his way down her neck and shoulder. She continued the charade, purring, "Oh, Duke! I knew you felt the same way!"
Still tossing her head and growling, she wrapped her limbs around him firmly, keeping him pinned to her body.
Christian was almost at the opening. Satine felt herself relax the tiniest bit, closing her eyes in relief.
God, that was close, She mentally sighed.
But it would seem that she had spoken too soon. Just as he reached the divider, he suddenly stopped.
Oh, for crying out loud, what now? If the Duke had sensed her tensing, he didn't show it. He simply went on happily licking and sucking her skin.
Christian turned around, his handsome face set in a stubbornly determined look that plainly dared her to make him leave.
'Of all the...' Satine fumed in disbelief. He looked every inch the petulant child. And yet, there was something kind of sweet about his possessive stance.
Whoa, where did that come from? Satine quickly shook that thought away. She shot the writer her best withering glare and pointed furiously at the opening, hissing, "Get out of here now, or he'll kill you!"
Christian's shoulders slumped dejectedly, his face and eyes taking on an almost whiny tone as they pleaded with her not to go through with it. As she gazed into his hopeful blue eyes, Satine felt her resolve melting. She glanced back and forth helplessly between Christian and the man on top of her. She had to admit, the very thought of making love to this...this...toad was making her ill. Even now, conscious of his actions, Satine had to fight the urge not to squirm under his clumsy, disgusting efforts to be seductive.
But Christian...she remembered the way he had sung to her and held her in his arms. The Sparkling Diamond certainly wouldn't object to such a beautiful lover. And Satine could feel a strange stirring in her chest at the very thought of his enchanting blue eyes and fascinating smile.
And she'd barely known him an hour.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt...
Are you out of your mind? A little voice inside her screamed, sounding eerily like Harold Zidler. Do you want to be an actress or not?
That was all the incentive she needed. This time, she was able to ignore the puppy dog faces and point firmly out into the night beyond.
Disappointed, but understanding, Christian miserably walked away. And as he watched him go, Satine could not help feeling a slight twinge of sadness. But somehow, she sensed it was for the best.
The Beginning... Author's note: Intruiged? There's more if you head over to my site. I won't put them up here because, frankly, it's too hard to keep up with them. www.espritlibre.cjb.net