Journey Through Life
Chapter 1: The Biggest Step
A/N: Satine didn't die, the duke has gone...That's all you need to know at the moment.
Christian rolled over and opened his eyes, a smile was about to come onto his lips when he knew what he was about to see. But as he opened his eyes he could see it wasn't there. She wasn't there. Alarm bells set off in his head. He sat up frantically, looking around wildly.
'You look cute when you're worried, did you know that?' Satine's voice came out from the other side of the room. He turned and saw her sitting on the windowsill. He walked over to her, his heart trying to beat at the usual speed again. 'What are you doing sitting here, you'll catch your death.' He told her as he wrapped his arm around her.
'I was fine when I went out earli-' Satine stopped suddenly. Her face turned to that of a guilty expression, like that of a child who just admitted to nicking sweets. 'Where did you go earlier? Christian asked, his arms folded across his chest. She looked at him and sighed. 'Last night before I came to bed I was talking to Toulouse and he told me that the sunrise was amazing, I wanted to get up and see it. 'Did you have to sit in the window?' He asked. She quickly got off the windowsill and stood level with him. 'No, I sat up on the roof.' Then she quickly walked to the other side of the room to get her clothes and get changed.
Christian sighed. He knew that Satine was a free spirit and that she did crazy things but that didn't mean he didn't worry about her. Oh no, in fact, he worried too much. Ever since she almost died on opening night he had hardly let her out of his sight. He was absolutely terrified of finding her dead somewhere. He loved her with all his heart and didn't know how to go on without her. He looked out the window and thought, 'What is so special about the Sun?' Then he turned and got dressed.
Satine looked at her reflection and smiled. She looked pretty good, even if she did say so herself. She didn't work in Moulin Rouge anymore but her outfits were still a bit revealing. She hadn't had time to get anything else and she knew that her outfits bothered Christian.
'Darling, are you ready to go out?' Satine walked into where Christian was. 'Of course.' Came his reply and hand in hand they walked out of the garret.
As they walked along a man wolf whistled at Satine. Christian started to get upset and he expected Satine to kiss him, letting him know they were together. He got the shock of his life when she yelled out to a woman, who was further down the street, 'Oi! Tell your husband to keep his whistles to himself or to you!' Then she smirked at the man and walked on, leaving the bemused Christian behind.
'I have a surprise for you.' Christian began as they were seated in La Luminere, an elegant restaraunt in Paris. 'Water to drink, please waiter.' The waiter nodded and walked off. They both opened up their menus and began scanning the listing of the dishes.
'So, what's this surprise then?' Satine asked eagerly. She had never had a surprise before. Christian looked at her and smiled, tapping his nose. Satine folded her arms and pretended to sulk like a little girl. She turned her head away from Christian. Christian rolled his eyes. She often did this and each time Christian would give in to her. Slowly he leaned towards her and placed soft kisses on her cheek and neck. Satine started to shiver, she loved it when he kissed her but soon she would want to kiss him on the lips and she refused to give in. Christian could see she was getting annoyed but also so was he. He desparately wanted to feel her lips on his.
'If I tell you, will you kiss me?' He breathed into her ear. She turned to him and smiled then slowly leaned towards him. Their lips met and tenderly kissed before she broke away and looked expectantly at him. 'All right. I got tickets to go on the Orient Express.' Satine was gobsmacked the Orient Express was an exclusive train for rich people. She had always dreamed about going on it.
'Are you serious?' She asked, not quite sure whether to believe him. He nodded and she squealed excitedly and gave him a big hug and kiss.
'Disengage you two.' A voice spoke up behind them. They turned and saw the waiter smiling at them. 'What will you two have then?'
'Steak avec vin de rouge.' The French words rolled perfectly off Satine's tongue.
'Oui et monsieur?'
'Aussi, steak avec vin de rouge.' The waiter took their menus and walked towards the kitchen.
There was silence for a few minutes. Christian began fidgeting with his jacket. He always did this, Satine noticed, when he was nervous about asking her something.
'Um, Satine..?' He began, talking more to the table then to her. 'I was wondering....'
'Yes.' Satine interrupted him.
'Yes?' Christian looked at her confused.
'The answer is yes.' Satine told him. The waiter arrived with the food at that point.
They slowly began to eat, enjoying the food and each other's company. As they left after Christian had paid the bill he put his arm around her waist.
'Yes to what?' He asked.
'Yes, I will marry you.' She kissed him on the cheek and carried on walking.
Chapter 1: The Biggest Step
A/N: Satine didn't die, the duke has gone...That's all you need to know at the moment.
Christian rolled over and opened his eyes, a smile was about to come onto his lips when he knew what he was about to see. But as he opened his eyes he could see it wasn't there. She wasn't there. Alarm bells set off in his head. He sat up frantically, looking around wildly.
'You look cute when you're worried, did you know that?' Satine's voice came out from the other side of the room. He turned and saw her sitting on the windowsill. He walked over to her, his heart trying to beat at the usual speed again. 'What are you doing sitting here, you'll catch your death.' He told her as he wrapped his arm around her.
'I was fine when I went out earli-' Satine stopped suddenly. Her face turned to that of a guilty expression, like that of a child who just admitted to nicking sweets. 'Where did you go earlier? Christian asked, his arms folded across his chest. She looked at him and sighed. 'Last night before I came to bed I was talking to Toulouse and he told me that the sunrise was amazing, I wanted to get up and see it. 'Did you have to sit in the window?' He asked. She quickly got off the windowsill and stood level with him. 'No, I sat up on the roof.' Then she quickly walked to the other side of the room to get her clothes and get changed.
Christian sighed. He knew that Satine was a free spirit and that she did crazy things but that didn't mean he didn't worry about her. Oh no, in fact, he worried too much. Ever since she almost died on opening night he had hardly let her out of his sight. He was absolutely terrified of finding her dead somewhere. He loved her with all his heart and didn't know how to go on without her. He looked out the window and thought, 'What is so special about the Sun?' Then he turned and got dressed.
Satine looked at her reflection and smiled. She looked pretty good, even if she did say so herself. She didn't work in Moulin Rouge anymore but her outfits were still a bit revealing. She hadn't had time to get anything else and she knew that her outfits bothered Christian.
'Darling, are you ready to go out?' Satine walked into where Christian was. 'Of course.' Came his reply and hand in hand they walked out of the garret.
As they walked along a man wolf whistled at Satine. Christian started to get upset and he expected Satine to kiss him, letting him know they were together. He got the shock of his life when she yelled out to a woman, who was further down the street, 'Oi! Tell your husband to keep his whistles to himself or to you!' Then she smirked at the man and walked on, leaving the bemused Christian behind.
'I have a surprise for you.' Christian began as they were seated in La Luminere, an elegant restaraunt in Paris. 'Water to drink, please waiter.' The waiter nodded and walked off. They both opened up their menus and began scanning the listing of the dishes.
'So, what's this surprise then?' Satine asked eagerly. She had never had a surprise before. Christian looked at her and smiled, tapping his nose. Satine folded her arms and pretended to sulk like a little girl. She turned her head away from Christian. Christian rolled his eyes. She often did this and each time Christian would give in to her. Slowly he leaned towards her and placed soft kisses on her cheek and neck. Satine started to shiver, she loved it when he kissed her but soon she would want to kiss him on the lips and she refused to give in. Christian could see she was getting annoyed but also so was he. He desparately wanted to feel her lips on his.
'If I tell you, will you kiss me?' He breathed into her ear. She turned to him and smiled then slowly leaned towards him. Their lips met and tenderly kissed before she broke away and looked expectantly at him. 'All right. I got tickets to go on the Orient Express.' Satine was gobsmacked the Orient Express was an exclusive train for rich people. She had always dreamed about going on it.
'Are you serious?' She asked, not quite sure whether to believe him. He nodded and she squealed excitedly and gave him a big hug and kiss.
'Disengage you two.' A voice spoke up behind them. They turned and saw the waiter smiling at them. 'What will you two have then?'
'Steak avec vin de rouge.' The French words rolled perfectly off Satine's tongue.
'Oui et monsieur?'
'Aussi, steak avec vin de rouge.' The waiter took their menus and walked towards the kitchen.
There was silence for a few minutes. Christian began fidgeting with his jacket. He always did this, Satine noticed, when he was nervous about asking her something.
'Um, Satine..?' He began, talking more to the table then to her. 'I was wondering....'
'Yes.' Satine interrupted him.
'Yes?' Christian looked at her confused.
'The answer is yes.' Satine told him. The waiter arrived with the food at that point.
They slowly began to eat, enjoying the food and each other's company. As they left after Christian had paid the bill he put his arm around her waist.
'Yes to what?' He asked.
'Yes, I will marry you.' She kissed him on the cheek and carried on walking.
