Chapter 5
Christian just stood there. He couldn't let her go bye herself and that Harry guy is wrong to make her. If he not only went with her to protect her, he could go to get away. It was perfect.
He ran down the hall to the room where he burst through the doors to hear a scream.
"OH MY GOD! GET OUT! GET OUT!" It yelled. Realizing it was the girl practically half naked he closed his eyes and began freaking out.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He began sweating.
"I just walked in and I thought…" He continued
"What?" She asked out of breath.
"I-I-I-" He stuttered now bright red in embarrassment.
Taking his hands, which were practically enamored to his face she smiled gently at him.
"Surely I have judged you wrong." She giggled.
"How so?" he asked now relaxing and taking in her beauty.
"Well I thought you completely opposite of the Great Christian. But surely you are not a drunken bohemian like him or I." She mumbled a little embarrassed. She's a bohemian as well! He wanted to click his heels but stayed planted to the ground.
"Well-"
"Have you not read the Great Christian's book?" She asked.
He wanted to blurt he wrote it, but if it was true what his father was saying he'd lie.
"Y-yes I have. It's great."
"Great dear sir is an understatement. That book set me free… it made me feel as if I could fly." She threw her thin arms into the air and grabbed Christian's collar pulling him close to her face. He could lean down and kiss her if he wanted to but he didn't instead he ruined the moment.
"Then why are you still here?" Pushing herself away she walked over to the desk and pulled on a skirt and a thin blouse over her corset.
"Didn't I tell you already? I'm leaving." She snapped no longer in the state of mind she had so freely been before.
"Of course." He mumbled circling the brim of his hat through his fingers.
"What do you want and why did you so rudely enter my room?"
"I want to go with you." He said automatically. She looked up and looked as if she were relieved… until her face turned to sorrow.
"You can't come with me." She whispered gathering a few coins into a pouch.
"Well… why not?"
"I'm not the sort one wants to travel with. Not because I'm a purse- snatcher but because I'm a woman. I mean look at me. Do I look like a woman that someone would want to be seen with any other time but in their bed?" She almost started crying.
"Yes." Christian stepped forward and she began to blush.
"But then again I wouldn't mind seeing in my bed." He mumbled to himself.
"What was that?"
"NOTHIN!" his eyes became wide and his face grew hot.
"Anyways… another good reason is because you don't know me and I don't know you. Hell I don't even know your name!" Oh no he had to tell her something now… not Christian of course.
"Um… my name? Why my name is… Uh-"
"Well have you forgot your name too? Come on you're not that drunk!"
"My name is Ewan (I know I know… I couldn't find any other name to suit him more perfectly! Don't you agree?)!" He practically screamed.
"Well that's a mighty fine name… Scottish (I have no idea what it is I'm just trying to play it the way I want it)?" He nodded. She continued to pack avoiding his eye.
"What's your name?"
"I don't know if I should tell you. If I do then that means we know each other." She smiled still not looking at him. He disagreed.
"That's not true! A man doesn't know a woman until he tells her he loves her. Then by then he should know everything about her… such as the curves of her body and the smell of her hair and her favorite food and where every freckle on her body is and how she enjoys being pleasured…" He saw her obvious look of attractiveness and couldn't help blush even more and kept rambling on. He had no idea what was coming out of his mouth, just that it was the way he felt.
"I mean… there's nothing that makes a woman ugly and there's nothing that makes her more beautiful than a man 'knowing' her… and although I don't know you in all of those ways… you're still beautiful in my eyes." He stepped closer to her. She on one side of the bed, he on the other.
"I'm not beautiful." She looked down on the bed.
"You're words however are very sweet. Are you sure you're not the Great Christian? Maybe even related?" She tried to smile but refused to look at him. Why? He couldn't help wonder.
"Maybe one day you'll be greatly honored in meeting him… maybe I will too." He whispered. Yes he wondered what it'd be like to meet himself… but he meant in ways of finding who he truly is.
"Yes." Was all she said.
"Why do you refuse to look at me?"
"Because I'm busy." She murmured.
"No you're not you're playing with the yarn in your hand."
"I'm afraid of what I'll see." She whispered. He stepped closer to the bed.
"What is there to be afraid of?" Christian whispered back.
"Everything… hurt, pain, lust, passion… love." She gasped as she realized the word had slid between her lips of rouge.
Touching her face he leaned across the bed.
"Look at me." He whispered, nuzzling her cheek as she closed her eyes.
"You will find nothing but enchantment…" slowly he felt her turn her head and bring her eyes to his. They were the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen. Just as Satine's were the most engulfing.
What was coming over him? What was this un-forgettable feeling in his gut…
"That wasn't so hard now was it?" He whispered leaning into her lips. She resisted at first, letting him do all the work, and then she began to respond and move her lips with his.
Something she'd done so many times, a kiss, but never had she felt it's roaring passion.
As his tongue slid over her bottom lip she moaned and felt her fingers through his thin floppy hair.
Not wanting the kiss to end she pulled her head away and leaned her forehead against his. He was smiling as if he'd never experienced something so… so… delicious.
"I believe since last year, I've been looking for something… but I couldn't explain it. But now I know you had to be that something." He smiled pecking her lips again.
No matter how the words touched her heart and made it melt into a thousand diamonds, she couldn't allow Ewan to risk his life on her.
"Some feelings are mistaken Ewan. Sometimes they tell you to feel many things. I'm sure I'm not one of them."
"NO! You're a dream come true! I swear it." He smiled.
"Some dreams are bad Ewan. Now end this one before it ruins us." She demanded.
"You end it and explain to me how it can ruin us because honestly I don't find anything wrong here." He said promptly.
Rolling her eyes she pulled away. How could she refuse something she wanted so badly? She had to do it or like she said… for sure it'd ruin them… she had already lied to him bad enough… she couldn't feed him more.
"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas--
Everybody's looking for something.
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused."
She sang sadly. Christian couldn't admit the fact that she was right but his dream, it held nothing of the sort. However before he could reply there was banging on the door next door… his room.
"OPEN UP YOU LITTLE BASTARD YOU OWE ME MONEY! OPEN!" He shouted over and over again.
"Oh no Harry!" She whispered.
"Doesn't he know you're leaving?" Christian asked suspiciously.
"Of Course! But… uh I was supposed to be gone already but then you… came… and…" The pounding continued as well as the yelling.
"I've got to go. I'm sorry. You have to come with me. I can't leave you here and let him have at you… come on!" She grabbed his hand and they climbed through the fire escape.
"Wait! My bag!" He pulled his hand from hers and climbed into his window. The door was shaking violently and right when he'd climbed out the window it fell to the floor.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE!" He cried. Christian screamed lightly as he lunged forward and Harry almost grabbed his ankle.
"GO!" Christian called as he ran to catch up with the girl. They heard Harry yelling to them both as they made their dashing escape.
Christian had never had such an exhilarating moment since Satine's death.
PLEASE R&R
SONG:
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)
Christian just stood there. He couldn't let her go bye herself and that Harry guy is wrong to make her. If he not only went with her to protect her, he could go to get away. It was perfect.
He ran down the hall to the room where he burst through the doors to hear a scream.
"OH MY GOD! GET OUT! GET OUT!" It yelled. Realizing it was the girl practically half naked he closed his eyes and began freaking out.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He began sweating.
"I just walked in and I thought…" He continued
"What?" She asked out of breath.
"I-I-I-" He stuttered now bright red in embarrassment.
Taking his hands, which were practically enamored to his face she smiled gently at him.
"Surely I have judged you wrong." She giggled.
"How so?" he asked now relaxing and taking in her beauty.
"Well I thought you completely opposite of the Great Christian. But surely you are not a drunken bohemian like him or I." She mumbled a little embarrassed. She's a bohemian as well! He wanted to click his heels but stayed planted to the ground.
"Well-"
"Have you not read the Great Christian's book?" She asked.
He wanted to blurt he wrote it, but if it was true what his father was saying he'd lie.
"Y-yes I have. It's great."
"Great dear sir is an understatement. That book set me free… it made me feel as if I could fly." She threw her thin arms into the air and grabbed Christian's collar pulling him close to her face. He could lean down and kiss her if he wanted to but he didn't instead he ruined the moment.
"Then why are you still here?" Pushing herself away she walked over to the desk and pulled on a skirt and a thin blouse over her corset.
"Didn't I tell you already? I'm leaving." She snapped no longer in the state of mind she had so freely been before.
"Of course." He mumbled circling the brim of his hat through his fingers.
"What do you want and why did you so rudely enter my room?"
"I want to go with you." He said automatically. She looked up and looked as if she were relieved… until her face turned to sorrow.
"You can't come with me." She whispered gathering a few coins into a pouch.
"Well… why not?"
"I'm not the sort one wants to travel with. Not because I'm a purse- snatcher but because I'm a woman. I mean look at me. Do I look like a woman that someone would want to be seen with any other time but in their bed?" She almost started crying.
"Yes." Christian stepped forward and she began to blush.
"But then again I wouldn't mind seeing in my bed." He mumbled to himself.
"What was that?"
"NOTHIN!" his eyes became wide and his face grew hot.
"Anyways… another good reason is because you don't know me and I don't know you. Hell I don't even know your name!" Oh no he had to tell her something now… not Christian of course.
"Um… my name? Why my name is… Uh-"
"Well have you forgot your name too? Come on you're not that drunk!"
"My name is Ewan (I know I know… I couldn't find any other name to suit him more perfectly! Don't you agree?)!" He practically screamed.
"Well that's a mighty fine name… Scottish (I have no idea what it is I'm just trying to play it the way I want it)?" He nodded. She continued to pack avoiding his eye.
"What's your name?"
"I don't know if I should tell you. If I do then that means we know each other." She smiled still not looking at him. He disagreed.
"That's not true! A man doesn't know a woman until he tells her he loves her. Then by then he should know everything about her… such as the curves of her body and the smell of her hair and her favorite food and where every freckle on her body is and how she enjoys being pleasured…" He saw her obvious look of attractiveness and couldn't help blush even more and kept rambling on. He had no idea what was coming out of his mouth, just that it was the way he felt.
"I mean… there's nothing that makes a woman ugly and there's nothing that makes her more beautiful than a man 'knowing' her… and although I don't know you in all of those ways… you're still beautiful in my eyes." He stepped closer to her. She on one side of the bed, he on the other.
"I'm not beautiful." She looked down on the bed.
"You're words however are very sweet. Are you sure you're not the Great Christian? Maybe even related?" She tried to smile but refused to look at him. Why? He couldn't help wonder.
"Maybe one day you'll be greatly honored in meeting him… maybe I will too." He whispered. Yes he wondered what it'd be like to meet himself… but he meant in ways of finding who he truly is.
"Yes." Was all she said.
"Why do you refuse to look at me?"
"Because I'm busy." She murmured.
"No you're not you're playing with the yarn in your hand."
"I'm afraid of what I'll see." She whispered. He stepped closer to the bed.
"What is there to be afraid of?" Christian whispered back.
"Everything… hurt, pain, lust, passion… love." She gasped as she realized the word had slid between her lips of rouge.
Touching her face he leaned across the bed.
"Look at me." He whispered, nuzzling her cheek as she closed her eyes.
"You will find nothing but enchantment…" slowly he felt her turn her head and bring her eyes to his. They were the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen. Just as Satine's were the most engulfing.
What was coming over him? What was this un-forgettable feeling in his gut…
"That wasn't so hard now was it?" He whispered leaning into her lips. She resisted at first, letting him do all the work, and then she began to respond and move her lips with his.
Something she'd done so many times, a kiss, but never had she felt it's roaring passion.
As his tongue slid over her bottom lip she moaned and felt her fingers through his thin floppy hair.
Not wanting the kiss to end she pulled her head away and leaned her forehead against his. He was smiling as if he'd never experienced something so… so… delicious.
"I believe since last year, I've been looking for something… but I couldn't explain it. But now I know you had to be that something." He smiled pecking her lips again.
No matter how the words touched her heart and made it melt into a thousand diamonds, she couldn't allow Ewan to risk his life on her.
"Some feelings are mistaken Ewan. Sometimes they tell you to feel many things. I'm sure I'm not one of them."
"NO! You're a dream come true! I swear it." He smiled.
"Some dreams are bad Ewan. Now end this one before it ruins us." She demanded.
"You end it and explain to me how it can ruin us because honestly I don't find anything wrong here." He said promptly.
Rolling her eyes she pulled away. How could she refuse something she wanted so badly? She had to do it or like she said… for sure it'd ruin them… she had already lied to him bad enough… she couldn't feed him more.
"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas--
Everybody's looking for something.
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused."
She sang sadly. Christian couldn't admit the fact that she was right but his dream, it held nothing of the sort. However before he could reply there was banging on the door next door… his room.
"OPEN UP YOU LITTLE BASTARD YOU OWE ME MONEY! OPEN!" He shouted over and over again.
"Oh no Harry!" She whispered.
"Doesn't he know you're leaving?" Christian asked suspiciously.
"Of Course! But… uh I was supposed to be gone already but then you… came… and…" The pounding continued as well as the yelling.
"I've got to go. I'm sorry. You have to come with me. I can't leave you here and let him have at you… come on!" She grabbed his hand and they climbed through the fire escape.
"Wait! My bag!" He pulled his hand from hers and climbed into his window. The door was shaking violently and right when he'd climbed out the window it fell to the floor.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE!" He cried. Christian screamed lightly as he lunged forward and Harry almost grabbed his ankle.
"GO!" Christian called as he ran to catch up with the girl. They heard Harry yelling to them both as they made their dashing escape.
Christian had never had such an exhilarating moment since Satine's death.
PLEASE R&R
SONG:
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)
