Chapter Six
Christian stretched groggily, feeling warm and contented. He rolled over in the bed and saw Satine lying next to him, breathing quietly, her red hair spilling down her slim shoulders and collarbone to the upturned corner of the bed sheet she had gripped around her. He smiled and lightly touched the pale, soft skin of her cheek, a shocking difference from the waves of crimson that framed her face. Her lips curved up faintly even in her sleep, and she sighed happily before snuggling deeper into the sheet and pillow. Christian swung himself out of bed and got dressed, being more of a morning person than Satine. Bright sunlight trickled in through the closed curtains, wafting softly in an unseen breeze, and was dyed sapphire from the brilliant blue fabric. Light bird chirping was carried on the wind, and the outdoor noises mingled harmoniously with the steady pounding of the keys on Christian's typewriter. About an hour later Satine woke up, immediately recognizing a familiar rhythmic sound. She looked around the room and found Christian sitting at the table with his typewriter, the sporadic click of the keys a soothing reminder of days past. She propped herself up on one arm and studied him, finding the common gentle frown creased over his features when he was trying to perfect an idea. "Having writer's block, my gentle poet?" she asked lightly. He looked up, surprised, as if shaken out of a deep reverie, and then laughed.
"You know me all too well darling." He answered, lifting the finished paper out of the typewriter with a flourish.
"It comes from seeing you write so much." She answered matter of factly.
"Ah, a good author should never reveal all his secrets." Said Christian with a mock sigh. Satine smiled and pulled back the sheets from her body, unprepared for the blast of cold air meeting her bare legs.
" Well, what could you possibly be working on now Christian?" asked Satine wrapping a robe around her nightgown and peering over Christian's shoulder at the already typed pages. She picked up one page carefully and read, " The woman I saw hanging on the swing was undoubtedly the most beautiful person that I had ever laid eyes on. She had long red hair draped around her shoulders, mesmerizing blue eyes, and was wearing a diamond studded corset that glittered provocatively in the spotlight. Her voice was seductively low and melodious, and I became transfixed as I watched her perform." For a moment Satine was silent. Christian waited tensely for her reply, anxious to know her judgment on his new endeavor. Finally she spoke, her voice quiet in awe. "Christian, this is…incredible. You're writing a story about our lives together?"
"Yes." He replied simply. "I hope you like it, I haven't gotten that far though, only up until we met for the first time in the elephant – " Satine cut him off.
"Christian, this is fantastic. You …really felt that way when you first saw me?" she asked wondrously.
" And so much more Satine. I meant every word on that paper." He answered, almost surprised. "I fell in love the first time I saw you on the swing in the Moulin Rouge." Satine gently put the paper down on his desk, smiling in a delightfully surprised way.
"And I love you too Christian. Always did, always will." She leaned over his shoulder to kiss him, when there was an abrupt knock on the door. Satine hurriedly pulled the robe tighter around her and crawled back under the sheets as Christian opened the door to reveal one of the servants holding a white envelope with Christian's name scrawled across it in neat, precise handwriting.
"Not meaning to disturb you sir," he said with a brief touch of his hat as he held the envelope out to Christian, "but this letter was to be delivered to you this morning." Christian examined the envelope briefly, turning it over in his hands.
"Oh here, for your trouble." Said Christian holding out several francs to the servant. The servant bowed respectfully and left down the stairs. Christian perched on the side of their bed, staring at his name written on the front of the envelope.
"Who's the letter from Christian?' asked Satine, looking curiously at the unopened letter.
"It's from my father."
**Author's Note** I KNOW the last two chapters have been sucky, but I've been doing so much stuff lately that I didn't have time to develop the plot much farther. BUT HAVE FAITH!!! PLEASE!!! I promise my faithful readers, IT WILL GET BETTER!!!! Ok, that said, Chapter Seven is on the way, so no worries. I'LL TRY MY MORTAL BEST TO MAKE IT BETTER! Ciao!
Christian stretched groggily, feeling warm and contented. He rolled over in the bed and saw Satine lying next to him, breathing quietly, her red hair spilling down her slim shoulders and collarbone to the upturned corner of the bed sheet she had gripped around her. He smiled and lightly touched the pale, soft skin of her cheek, a shocking difference from the waves of crimson that framed her face. Her lips curved up faintly even in her sleep, and she sighed happily before snuggling deeper into the sheet and pillow. Christian swung himself out of bed and got dressed, being more of a morning person than Satine. Bright sunlight trickled in through the closed curtains, wafting softly in an unseen breeze, and was dyed sapphire from the brilliant blue fabric. Light bird chirping was carried on the wind, and the outdoor noises mingled harmoniously with the steady pounding of the keys on Christian's typewriter. About an hour later Satine woke up, immediately recognizing a familiar rhythmic sound. She looked around the room and found Christian sitting at the table with his typewriter, the sporadic click of the keys a soothing reminder of days past. She propped herself up on one arm and studied him, finding the common gentle frown creased over his features when he was trying to perfect an idea. "Having writer's block, my gentle poet?" she asked lightly. He looked up, surprised, as if shaken out of a deep reverie, and then laughed.
"You know me all too well darling." He answered, lifting the finished paper out of the typewriter with a flourish.
"It comes from seeing you write so much." She answered matter of factly.
"Ah, a good author should never reveal all his secrets." Said Christian with a mock sigh. Satine smiled and pulled back the sheets from her body, unprepared for the blast of cold air meeting her bare legs.
" Well, what could you possibly be working on now Christian?" asked Satine wrapping a robe around her nightgown and peering over Christian's shoulder at the already typed pages. She picked up one page carefully and read, " The woman I saw hanging on the swing was undoubtedly the most beautiful person that I had ever laid eyes on. She had long red hair draped around her shoulders, mesmerizing blue eyes, and was wearing a diamond studded corset that glittered provocatively in the spotlight. Her voice was seductively low and melodious, and I became transfixed as I watched her perform." For a moment Satine was silent. Christian waited tensely for her reply, anxious to know her judgment on his new endeavor. Finally she spoke, her voice quiet in awe. "Christian, this is…incredible. You're writing a story about our lives together?"
"Yes." He replied simply. "I hope you like it, I haven't gotten that far though, only up until we met for the first time in the elephant – " Satine cut him off.
"Christian, this is fantastic. You …really felt that way when you first saw me?" she asked wondrously.
" And so much more Satine. I meant every word on that paper." He answered, almost surprised. "I fell in love the first time I saw you on the swing in the Moulin Rouge." Satine gently put the paper down on his desk, smiling in a delightfully surprised way.
"And I love you too Christian. Always did, always will." She leaned over his shoulder to kiss him, when there was an abrupt knock on the door. Satine hurriedly pulled the robe tighter around her and crawled back under the sheets as Christian opened the door to reveal one of the servants holding a white envelope with Christian's name scrawled across it in neat, precise handwriting.
"Not meaning to disturb you sir," he said with a brief touch of his hat as he held the envelope out to Christian, "but this letter was to be delivered to you this morning." Christian examined the envelope briefly, turning it over in his hands.
"Oh here, for your trouble." Said Christian holding out several francs to the servant. The servant bowed respectfully and left down the stairs. Christian perched on the side of their bed, staring at his name written on the front of the envelope.
"Who's the letter from Christian?' asked Satine, looking curiously at the unopened letter.
"It's from my father."
**Author's Note** I KNOW the last two chapters have been sucky, but I've been doing so much stuff lately that I didn't have time to develop the plot much farther. BUT HAVE FAITH!!! PLEASE!!! I promise my faithful readers, IT WILL GET BETTER!!!! Ok, that said, Chapter Seven is on the way, so no worries. I'LL TRY MY MORTAL BEST TO MAKE IT BETTER! Ciao!