Title: A Storm all Brewed Up
Author: Ebby
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Uhh…fluffy/romance just read
AN: My first MR fanfic!! Yay!! I love Moulin Rouge I watch it or/and listen to both soundtracks everyday. I love Ewan McGregor and John Legizamo and I probably just spelled their name wrong..sigh..well read and tell me if I should just give up and go back to writing Buffy/Angel stories.
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"A storm is brewing.." one of the old lady's that did costumes and sets whispered to her friend. Satine eyed her over her shoulder, as she walked out on to the semi-constructed stage. Her heels made a dull clunk, as they hit the blanket that covered up the torn up floor. She was entering the former dance hall through where the stage would be. Not for the attention, but for the hope that she would be able to steal away a few minutes with her penniless poet. The slimy Duke had made her miss several days with him. Her face went into a pout when she thought back, for the last three days, any time she stepped into a room with Christian she was forced to step right back out and spend time with the Duke.
Satine was stage right and she peaked her head over the side, hoping to get a glance at who was in the hall. To the right sitting in the chairs was Nini and the rest of the dogs. Satie, at the piano, teaching the songs to the rest of the orchrastra. Toulouse doing…well she didn't know what he was doing. He seem to be singing and dancing with himself. Satine leaned a bit more and saw that there was a bottle of absenthe.
That explains that. There was no sight of Christian. She leaned farther and still no sign of him. She sighed and pouted again. They only had 15 minutes till rehearsal started and she wanted to see Christian. She decided to peek around again, sense no one had seen her, and spy a bit and of course hoped that Christian would come. She saw China Doll talking to Arabia. And Arabia seemed to be listening intently. Satine leaned in hoping to maybe hear what they were talking about, when two strong hands found themselves on her shoulders with a loud "Boo!" attached to it. With a loud shriek Satine jumped around to see her attacker. Every one in the hall turned to see a terrified Diamond and a laughing writer. Some smiled, some scowled. Everyone knew of their romance. You would have to be dumb not to. So the Duke was the only one not to know.
"Darling, you should have seen your face…" Christian said in-between laughs. After he calmed down he still had a smile on his face.
"I still fail to see the humor in this." Satine said her fake-cross look on her face. Christian could see the sparkle in her eye.
"Well, see..all the humor is right..here." he placed his pointer finger on his lips.
"Oh, well yes…I see.." Satine said nodding coming closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She went in for the kiss, but as soon as they got with in a breath away, she stood up as tall as she could and kissed him on the forehead leaving a red lip print.
"Right there..? I'm still failing to see the humor." Satine said with a disappointed smirk on her face.
"No." Christian said putting a finger on his lips again.
"Oh.." Satine kissed him on the left cheek and gave him an innocent smile. Christian sighed a big dramatic sigh.
"Lemme help you, hmm?" He wrapped his hands around her face to steady her head. He pulled her closer and right as there lips were about to touch..a loud bang sounded through the dance hall and the lights fluttered and it was completely dark.
TBC..R&R
Author: Ebby
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Uhh…fluffy/romance just read
AN: My first MR fanfic!! Yay!! I love Moulin Rouge I watch it or/and listen to both soundtracks everyday. I love Ewan McGregor and John Legizamo and I probably just spelled their name wrong..sigh..well read and tell me if I should just give up and go back to writing Buffy/Angel stories.
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"A storm is brewing.." one of the old lady's that did costumes and sets whispered to her friend. Satine eyed her over her shoulder, as she walked out on to the semi-constructed stage. Her heels made a dull clunk, as they hit the blanket that covered up the torn up floor. She was entering the former dance hall through where the stage would be. Not for the attention, but for the hope that she would be able to steal away a few minutes with her penniless poet. The slimy Duke had made her miss several days with him. Her face went into a pout when she thought back, for the last three days, any time she stepped into a room with Christian she was forced to step right back out and spend time with the Duke.
Satine was stage right and she peaked her head over the side, hoping to get a glance at who was in the hall. To the right sitting in the chairs was Nini and the rest of the dogs. Satie, at the piano, teaching the songs to the rest of the orchrastra. Toulouse doing…well she didn't know what he was doing. He seem to be singing and dancing with himself. Satine leaned a bit more and saw that there was a bottle of absenthe.
That explains that. There was no sight of Christian. She leaned farther and still no sign of him. She sighed and pouted again. They only had 15 minutes till rehearsal started and she wanted to see Christian. She decided to peek around again, sense no one had seen her, and spy a bit and of course hoped that Christian would come. She saw China Doll talking to Arabia. And Arabia seemed to be listening intently. Satine leaned in hoping to maybe hear what they were talking about, when two strong hands found themselves on her shoulders with a loud "Boo!" attached to it. With a loud shriek Satine jumped around to see her attacker. Every one in the hall turned to see a terrified Diamond and a laughing writer. Some smiled, some scowled. Everyone knew of their romance. You would have to be dumb not to. So the Duke was the only one not to know.
"Darling, you should have seen your face…" Christian said in-between laughs. After he calmed down he still had a smile on his face.
"I still fail to see the humor in this." Satine said her fake-cross look on her face. Christian could see the sparkle in her eye.
"Well, see..all the humor is right..here." he placed his pointer finger on his lips.
"Oh, well yes…I see.." Satine said nodding coming closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She went in for the kiss, but as soon as they got with in a breath away, she stood up as tall as she could and kissed him on the forehead leaving a red lip print.
"Right there..? I'm still failing to see the humor." Satine said with a disappointed smirk on her face.
"No." Christian said putting a finger on his lips again.
"Oh.." Satine kissed him on the left cheek and gave him an innocent smile. Christian sighed a big dramatic sigh.
"Lemme help you, hmm?" He wrapped his hands around her face to steady her head. He pulled her closer and right as there lips were about to touch..a loud bang sounded through the dance hall and the lights fluttered and it was completely dark.
TBC..R&R