***Disclaimer; I do not own the Moulin Rouge, Christian, Satine or any of
the characters from Baz Luhrmann's film. The same goes for the Titanic,
Jack, Rose and any characters used in James Cameron's film. I am simply a
writer writing about my two favorite movies. ;)***
~Chapter 8~
Rose twisted her hair and secured it with pins into a tight bun with several fiery orange curls framing her face. She ran her hands over the blue dress that Christian had bought her, checked herself in the mirror one last time and headed out the bedroom door to find Christian nervously pacing the living room. She snuck behind him and covered his eyes. "Don't be nervous," she whispered.
Christian turned around and sighed when he saw Rose. "You look stunning."
"Thank you," she ran her hands over his shoulders and winked, "you look pretty sharp, yourself." Christian smiled as she asked, "are you ready?"
"If you are," he answered.
Rose smiled and looked up at him as he linked his arm with hers. And with a leap of faith, they headed out the door.
************
When Christian and Rose pulled open the door to the tiny chapel, they were taken aback with what they saw. The usually, dark, drab chapel, had dozens of red roses and creamy, white candles everywhere, which gave the room a soft, heavenly glow.
"Did you do this?" asked Rose.
Christian, who was just as surprised as Rose, sat gaping at the gorgeous room when Peter appeared from behind a corner. "Is the happy couple pleased?" he asked with a mischievous smile.
"Peter!" Rose cried and hugged him as he kissed her cheek. "It's perfect. Just the way I always dreamed my wedding would look like."
Peter handed Rose back to Christian and said, "my best friend was getting married, I wanted to make it special."
"Thank you, Peter," Christian said as he hugged his best friend. "I thought you didn't believe in love."
Peter laughed, "oh, you two are in love enough to even make old cynics like me come around."
Rose leaned into Christian, smiling that their love was so noticeable.
Just then, the preacher came in wearing his long robe and said, "are you ready to begin?"
Christian, Rose and Peter made their way to the front and Peter gave Christian one last pat on the back before standing behind him.
The preacher turned towards Peter and said are you here to witness the wedding of Christian Calvert and Rose Dawson?" Peter nodded. "Well then," he opened up a tiny Bible and looked at the couple standing before him. "We are present in God's house for the joining in holy matrimony of this woman and this man."
Christian winked at Rose, whose hands were tightly grasping his. He gently brushed his thumbs over her knuckles. The priest continued, "you are here to make a promise before God. A promise that you will be faithful to the other, forever."
With that word, Rose felt a painful stab of something she couldn't quite put her finger on and she had to take a deep breath to regain her wits. She turned towards the preacher once more, "and now, it is time for your vows." He nodded at Christian, "I Christian, take this woman, to be my wife, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,"
Christian was caught by the preacher's words "in sickness", that hung thickly in the air of the chapel, which Christian was suddenly finding very stuffy. He quickly shrugged off the feeling and concentrated on the vows. "Until death do you part?"
"I do," Christian whispered.
The preacher repeated turned to Rose and after Rose responded with a soft, "I do", he asked Peter for the wedding rings. As Christian and Rose gently slid the ring onto the other's finger, the preacher recited, "this ring represents the love you have for each other. The eternal promise you have agreed to keep."
The preacher looked into the eyes of the happy couple and said, "I know pronounce you husband and wife."
************
Rose slowly approached the bed and climbed into Christian's waiting arms. He pulled her to him and planted gentle kisses along her chest and shoulders. She sighed and laid down, with Christian close behind her. Rose gasped sharply and buried her face in Christian's neck as his hips rested on top of hers. Christian cradled Rose's head in his hands and kissed her passionately, glad to be holding his wife in his arms. She breathed deeply and ran her hands along the dips of his neck and back, wanting to know every inch of him. Christian and Rose whispered a gentle "I love you" in unison and slowly gave themselves to the one they loved, to the one they were promised to forever.
~Chapter 8~
Rose twisted her hair and secured it with pins into a tight bun with several fiery orange curls framing her face. She ran her hands over the blue dress that Christian had bought her, checked herself in the mirror one last time and headed out the bedroom door to find Christian nervously pacing the living room. She snuck behind him and covered his eyes. "Don't be nervous," she whispered.
Christian turned around and sighed when he saw Rose. "You look stunning."
"Thank you," she ran her hands over his shoulders and winked, "you look pretty sharp, yourself." Christian smiled as she asked, "are you ready?"
"If you are," he answered.
Rose smiled and looked up at him as he linked his arm with hers. And with a leap of faith, they headed out the door.
************
When Christian and Rose pulled open the door to the tiny chapel, they were taken aback with what they saw. The usually, dark, drab chapel, had dozens of red roses and creamy, white candles everywhere, which gave the room a soft, heavenly glow.
"Did you do this?" asked Rose.
Christian, who was just as surprised as Rose, sat gaping at the gorgeous room when Peter appeared from behind a corner. "Is the happy couple pleased?" he asked with a mischievous smile.
"Peter!" Rose cried and hugged him as he kissed her cheek. "It's perfect. Just the way I always dreamed my wedding would look like."
Peter handed Rose back to Christian and said, "my best friend was getting married, I wanted to make it special."
"Thank you, Peter," Christian said as he hugged his best friend. "I thought you didn't believe in love."
Peter laughed, "oh, you two are in love enough to even make old cynics like me come around."
Rose leaned into Christian, smiling that their love was so noticeable.
Just then, the preacher came in wearing his long robe and said, "are you ready to begin?"
Christian, Rose and Peter made their way to the front and Peter gave Christian one last pat on the back before standing behind him.
The preacher turned towards Peter and said are you here to witness the wedding of Christian Calvert and Rose Dawson?" Peter nodded. "Well then," he opened up a tiny Bible and looked at the couple standing before him. "We are present in God's house for the joining in holy matrimony of this woman and this man."
Christian winked at Rose, whose hands were tightly grasping his. He gently brushed his thumbs over her knuckles. The priest continued, "you are here to make a promise before God. A promise that you will be faithful to the other, forever."
With that word, Rose felt a painful stab of something she couldn't quite put her finger on and she had to take a deep breath to regain her wits. She turned towards the preacher once more, "and now, it is time for your vows." He nodded at Christian, "I Christian, take this woman, to be my wife, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,"
Christian was caught by the preacher's words "in sickness", that hung thickly in the air of the chapel, which Christian was suddenly finding very stuffy. He quickly shrugged off the feeling and concentrated on the vows. "Until death do you part?"
"I do," Christian whispered.
The preacher repeated turned to Rose and after Rose responded with a soft, "I do", he asked Peter for the wedding rings. As Christian and Rose gently slid the ring onto the other's finger, the preacher recited, "this ring represents the love you have for each other. The eternal promise you have agreed to keep."
The preacher looked into the eyes of the happy couple and said, "I know pronounce you husband and wife."
************
Rose slowly approached the bed and climbed into Christian's waiting arms. He pulled her to him and planted gentle kisses along her chest and shoulders. She sighed and laid down, with Christian close behind her. Rose gasped sharply and buried her face in Christian's neck as his hips rested on top of hers. Christian cradled Rose's head in his hands and kissed her passionately, glad to be holding his wife in his arms. She breathed deeply and ran her hands along the dips of his neck and back, wanting to know every inch of him. Christian and Rose whispered a gentle "I love you" in unison and slowly gave themselves to the one they loved, to the one they were promised to forever.
