Disclaimer-Moulin Rouge doesn't belong to Anne Parkington...Oh Baz, you
brilliant bastard you!
Christian carried his new bride over the threshold of their new house in England on Paper Street. It was a large white house with blue accents and a long sweeping front yard with lots of grass. The yard had been one of the reasons Christian and his wife, Elizabethe, had chosen it. The yard would be perfect for their children (when they had them) to play in. As Elizabethe slid from her husbands arms and stood in the center of the lobby she grinned. "Oh it's perfect, Christian!" She gasped running into his arms again and hugging him. "Anything for you, my love." He murmered into her soft brown hair that cascaded down her back. "We must get started right away!" She said shooting him a playful glance. "At what?" He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "At the children of course!" She cried, laughing and kissing him long and sweet on the mouth. "Ah, young love!" came a voice from the open door way. The couple turned to see Elizabethe's father, Walter beaming at the two. "Daddy!" Cried Elizabethe, running up to Waler and hugging him. "Hello Walter!" Christian said, holding out his hand for his in-law to shake...which he did, "Won't you stay for dinner." Elizabethe's eyes got very wide. "Oh you MUST daddy!" She gasped beaming again. "Of course! I must toast to the Happy couple and their new house!" Walter replied closing the door and following the two into the dining room. :-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:- :-:-:-:-:-:
That night Christian lay awake, listening to the soft breathing of his lover on his chest. He was so happy...the last time he was this happen was when...no...he couldn't think about it, not when he finaly had his life intact again. But he couldn't help it. The last time he had been this happy was the first time he kissed Satine. He closed his eyes trying to escape the pain, but he smelt her perfume, and he heard her voice and the click of her shoes against the floor. But wait...no...his eyes snapped open. Those weren't memories, there was some one in his house! He shook Elizabethe awake. "Mmm?" She groaned. "There's some one in the house!" Christian whispered. Elizabethe looked at him with wide eyes. "Don't panic, my dear, I'll go find out what it is." He said kissing her head, sliding out of bed and wrapping his robe around him. Elizabethe snuggled deeper under the covers so that only her eyes were showing. They were green and iluminating in the dark. As Christian crept down the hall his ears were perked to the sound of any movement. "Come what may...." sang a voice. Christian whiped around. "Who's there?" He whispered. "Come what may...." it sang again. "What are you doing in my house?" "I will love you, untill the end of time....." it said, faintly. "Come..what may..." whispered Christian, playing along. A cold breeze blew past his face, with the slightest hint of rose. The smell of Satine's perfume. Christian shivered and walked back into his room and climbed into his bed. Elizabethe snuggled up to him, put her arm around his waist and he head on his shoulder, pressed against his cheek. "Oh, darling you're cold..." Elizabethe said..., "Did you go outside?" "No, a window was open..." Christian lied, kissing her softly and drifting into a deep sleep.
Christian carried his new bride over the threshold of their new house in England on Paper Street. It was a large white house with blue accents and a long sweeping front yard with lots of grass. The yard had been one of the reasons Christian and his wife, Elizabethe, had chosen it. The yard would be perfect for their children (when they had them) to play in. As Elizabethe slid from her husbands arms and stood in the center of the lobby she grinned. "Oh it's perfect, Christian!" She gasped running into his arms again and hugging him. "Anything for you, my love." He murmered into her soft brown hair that cascaded down her back. "We must get started right away!" She said shooting him a playful glance. "At what?" He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "At the children of course!" She cried, laughing and kissing him long and sweet on the mouth. "Ah, young love!" came a voice from the open door way. The couple turned to see Elizabethe's father, Walter beaming at the two. "Daddy!" Cried Elizabethe, running up to Waler and hugging him. "Hello Walter!" Christian said, holding out his hand for his in-law to shake...which he did, "Won't you stay for dinner." Elizabethe's eyes got very wide. "Oh you MUST daddy!" She gasped beaming again. "Of course! I must toast to the Happy couple and their new house!" Walter replied closing the door and following the two into the dining room. :-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:- :-:-:-:-:-:
That night Christian lay awake, listening to the soft breathing of his lover on his chest. He was so happy...the last time he was this happen was when...no...he couldn't think about it, not when he finaly had his life intact again. But he couldn't help it. The last time he had been this happy was the first time he kissed Satine. He closed his eyes trying to escape the pain, but he smelt her perfume, and he heard her voice and the click of her shoes against the floor. But wait...no...his eyes snapped open. Those weren't memories, there was some one in his house! He shook Elizabethe awake. "Mmm?" She groaned. "There's some one in the house!" Christian whispered. Elizabethe looked at him with wide eyes. "Don't panic, my dear, I'll go find out what it is." He said kissing her head, sliding out of bed and wrapping his robe around him. Elizabethe snuggled deeper under the covers so that only her eyes were showing. They were green and iluminating in the dark. As Christian crept down the hall his ears were perked to the sound of any movement. "Come what may...." sang a voice. Christian whiped around. "Who's there?" He whispered. "Come what may...." it sang again. "What are you doing in my house?" "I will love you, untill the end of time....." it said, faintly. "Come..what may..." whispered Christian, playing along. A cold breeze blew past his face, with the slightest hint of rose. The smell of Satine's perfume. Christian shivered and walked back into his room and climbed into his bed. Elizabethe snuggled up to him, put her arm around his waist and he head on his shoulder, pressed against his cheek. "Oh, darling you're cold..." Elizabethe said..., "Did you go outside?" "No, a window was open..." Christian lied, kissing her softly and drifting into a deep sleep.