A/N: HOLLA! Okay, as usual before I start this story I have to mention that
all the characters are not mine, but Baz's. WELL YA KNOW WHAT?! That is
something that is just too upsetting to admit! How dare he be such a
genius... Ba-humbug -_- I envy his creativity. But they aren't MINE, the
songs aren't MINE, and worst of all, Christian isn't MINE.. **tear** Now
shut up, pass the popcorn, and read my story!
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"You're going to be bad for business, I can tell."
As the distance between our lips closed, I could already feel myself falling for this intoxicating English Gentleman. And as they met, I swore that my knees would give out at any second. It was as though this was the first time I'd ever kissed a man, and in reality, I suppose it was. Sure, many men had kissed me, and I may have reciprocated, but I never meant it; and it NEVER felt like this. Not like it did in that instance that my lips first grazed Christian's. And although I had never felt such a feeling in my entire life, I knew immediately what this feeling was- I was falling in- love with him, and by the passion behind his kiss, I could tell he was feeling the same way.
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Two weeks had past since Christian and I shared our first kiss and our vows of true love. The Moulin Rouge, along with the entire bohemian population of Montemarte, was busily at work on Spectacular Spectacular. Seeing as I was the lead actress and Christian the talented writer, we were constantly occupied with the show. The Duke was yet another obstacle- the nuisance of a man never left my side! With all of this, Christian and I had little time to eat and sleep, let alone have private time with each other. This was perhaps the hardest thing I'd ever done up to that point in my life. I literally ached for Christian, and not being able to consummate the love we had for one another was pure torture. I knew that something had to be done about this whole situation, and it had to be done soon.
One night after a full day of rehearsal I sat in my dressing room utterly exhausted, and not at all looking forward to the rest of the evening. The Duke, in his constant effort to woo me, had arranged for us to dine at my favorite restaurant, Monsieur Devour's. Usually I would jump at the opportunity to eat there, but it had no appeal when I knew who the night's dinner guest would be. I just wanted to see Christian... what I truly wanted was to be with Christian, but I was to the point of cherishing the simplicity of being able to cast him a loving glance, and even the chance of that rarely presented itself.
I was torn from my daydreaming by a rapping at my door. "Yes Harold, I know the Duke is waiting, I'm on my way out", I grumbled at the man standing in my doorway.
"That's why I'm here Chickpea; the Duke unfortunately had some important business to attend to, so your company is no longer requested. However, the Duke would be delighted to reschedule for lunch tomorrow, and of course I told him you would be there promptly at 1pm. Well, I'm off! Goodnight my little Strawberry, go and get some beauty sleep!" And with that Harold Zidler was out the door.
"Atleast I won't have to spend this evening with that pompous pig", I thought aloud. I began to sit back down, but then I realized what this all meant. I jumped to my feet hurriedly, nearly knocking over my entire vanity. "Yes, thank God! I CAN SPEND THE NIGHT WITH CHRISTIAN!"
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"You're going to be bad for business, I can tell."
As the distance between our lips closed, I could already feel myself falling for this intoxicating English Gentleman. And as they met, I swore that my knees would give out at any second. It was as though this was the first time I'd ever kissed a man, and in reality, I suppose it was. Sure, many men had kissed me, and I may have reciprocated, but I never meant it; and it NEVER felt like this. Not like it did in that instance that my lips first grazed Christian's. And although I had never felt such a feeling in my entire life, I knew immediately what this feeling was- I was falling in- love with him, and by the passion behind his kiss, I could tell he was feeling the same way.
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Two weeks had past since Christian and I shared our first kiss and our vows of true love. The Moulin Rouge, along with the entire bohemian population of Montemarte, was busily at work on Spectacular Spectacular. Seeing as I was the lead actress and Christian the talented writer, we were constantly occupied with the show. The Duke was yet another obstacle- the nuisance of a man never left my side! With all of this, Christian and I had little time to eat and sleep, let alone have private time with each other. This was perhaps the hardest thing I'd ever done up to that point in my life. I literally ached for Christian, and not being able to consummate the love we had for one another was pure torture. I knew that something had to be done about this whole situation, and it had to be done soon.
One night after a full day of rehearsal I sat in my dressing room utterly exhausted, and not at all looking forward to the rest of the evening. The Duke, in his constant effort to woo me, had arranged for us to dine at my favorite restaurant, Monsieur Devour's. Usually I would jump at the opportunity to eat there, but it had no appeal when I knew who the night's dinner guest would be. I just wanted to see Christian... what I truly wanted was to be with Christian, but I was to the point of cherishing the simplicity of being able to cast him a loving glance, and even the chance of that rarely presented itself.
I was torn from my daydreaming by a rapping at my door. "Yes Harold, I know the Duke is waiting, I'm on my way out", I grumbled at the man standing in my doorway.
"That's why I'm here Chickpea; the Duke unfortunately had some important business to attend to, so your company is no longer requested. However, the Duke would be delighted to reschedule for lunch tomorrow, and of course I told him you would be there promptly at 1pm. Well, I'm off! Goodnight my little Strawberry, go and get some beauty sleep!" And with that Harold Zidler was out the door.
"Atleast I won't have to spend this evening with that pompous pig", I thought aloud. I began to sit back down, but then I realized what this all meant. I jumped to my feet hurriedly, nearly knocking over my entire vanity. "Yes, thank God! I CAN SPEND THE NIGHT WITH CHRISTIAN!"