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Out of the Darkness... Nothing to Fear
The cool morning air tickled Christian's uncovered body. In his groggy state, his hands flew around in an attempt to retrieve the lost blankets. He smile, self-satisfied, and turned to his side sleepily. "Another mission accomplished," he thought, not quite aware of how foolish that sounded.
Christian's arm reached over the person laying next to him. They're renewed relationship was ten times more intense than before, and ten times as strong. The joy he felt couldn't be expressed into words. But she wasn't there.
Confusion registered quickly in his mind as he shot up. His eyes scanned the room and settled on the cause of his worry. Satine was alright; she was sitting at the windowsill, in their garret where she belonged.
Christian looked outside. The sun had barely begun to warm the sky. Satine had never been a morning person, and waking her up early was a deadly thing to do. Yet she rose before the sun today.
"Another nightmare?" he asked groggily, rubbing his tired eyes. She nodded, still looking out the window.
He dragged his feet in her direction, bringing the blankets with him. As Christian's arms enveloped her, he noticed she was hugging her stuffed bear. He smiled.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It wasn't that bad..." she reassured softly, relaxing into his embrace. He was warm, and the sun hadn't had the time to exercise it's power...
Satine looked up at him. His beautiful eyes were filled with concern, his chin had a slight stubble, and his hair was adorably disheveled. She kissed him.
"Come to bed with me? It's cold out here..."
Christian was too muzzy to notice what that suggestion could have meant. Satine smiled at him and told him to go warm up the bed. He scurried to it and sat down.
Casting one quick look out the window, Satine got up... and screamed.
Christian was by her side in less than a heartbeat. "What is it? What?" And then he saw.
"Oh my God..."
Christian wrapped his arms around Satine protectively. Disgust and shock filled him as he stared out the window.
The duke stared back.
In the middle of the street, amongst the early-risers of Montmartre, the duke stood, staring into Christian's garret. Or to be more precise, through the window, at Satine.
The burst of the door made them jump. Toulouse stood in the doorway and looked at the lovers; Christian around her protectively (as usual) and Satine clinging to him fearfully with a blanket surrounding them.
"Toulouse! What... what are you doing here?" Christian asked when the drumroll of his heart lessened.
"I heawd a scweam. Is evewything alwight?" Concern for his friends shone through and comforted them both slightly.
Satine pointed out the window. Toulouse bustled over and scanned the streets. "Thewe's nothing thewe..."
"The duke was standing there a moment ago!" Christian exclaimed and joined his friend. The duke was gone.
"Well... I'll be going... If you nweed anythwing... Bweafast later?" the dwarf excused himself, sensing the lovers needed some time alone. They nodded at his suggestion for breakfast together later on, and he returned to his room upstairs.
They cuddled on the bed, not wanting to be anywhere near the window for now.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she reassure. "In fact, I'm ready to go to bed with you now."
Christian's confusion made her laugh. "But... we are on the bed."
She stared at him, deadpanned. "That's not what I meant."
"Oh," he said, not quite understand what she DID mean. She leaned over and kissed him passionately. "Oohhhhh..." Christian voiced, finally catching on. She smiled mischievously and they fell on the bed. The duke was forgotten for the rest of that morning.
Out of the Darkness... Nothing to Fear
The cool morning air tickled Christian's uncovered body. In his groggy state, his hands flew around in an attempt to retrieve the lost blankets. He smile, self-satisfied, and turned to his side sleepily. "Another mission accomplished," he thought, not quite aware of how foolish that sounded.
Christian's arm reached over the person laying next to him. They're renewed relationship was ten times more intense than before, and ten times as strong. The joy he felt couldn't be expressed into words. But she wasn't there.
Confusion registered quickly in his mind as he shot up. His eyes scanned the room and settled on the cause of his worry. Satine was alright; she was sitting at the windowsill, in their garret where she belonged.
Christian looked outside. The sun had barely begun to warm the sky. Satine had never been a morning person, and waking her up early was a deadly thing to do. Yet she rose before the sun today.
"Another nightmare?" he asked groggily, rubbing his tired eyes. She nodded, still looking out the window.
He dragged his feet in her direction, bringing the blankets with him. As Christian's arms enveloped her, he noticed she was hugging her stuffed bear. He smiled.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It wasn't that bad..." she reassured softly, relaxing into his embrace. He was warm, and the sun hadn't had the time to exercise it's power...
Satine looked up at him. His beautiful eyes were filled with concern, his chin had a slight stubble, and his hair was adorably disheveled. She kissed him.
"Come to bed with me? It's cold out here..."
Christian was too muzzy to notice what that suggestion could have meant. Satine smiled at him and told him to go warm up the bed. He scurried to it and sat down.
Casting one quick look out the window, Satine got up... and screamed.
Christian was by her side in less than a heartbeat. "What is it? What?" And then he saw.
"Oh my God..."
Christian wrapped his arms around Satine protectively. Disgust and shock filled him as he stared out the window.
The duke stared back.
In the middle of the street, amongst the early-risers of Montmartre, the duke stood, staring into Christian's garret. Or to be more precise, through the window, at Satine.
The burst of the door made them jump. Toulouse stood in the doorway and looked at the lovers; Christian around her protectively (as usual) and Satine clinging to him fearfully with a blanket surrounding them.
"Toulouse! What... what are you doing here?" Christian asked when the drumroll of his heart lessened.
"I heawd a scweam. Is evewything alwight?" Concern for his friends shone through and comforted them both slightly.
Satine pointed out the window. Toulouse bustled over and scanned the streets. "Thewe's nothing thewe..."
"The duke was standing there a moment ago!" Christian exclaimed and joined his friend. The duke was gone.
"Well... I'll be going... If you nweed anythwing... Bweafast later?" the dwarf excused himself, sensing the lovers needed some time alone. They nodded at his suggestion for breakfast together later on, and he returned to his room upstairs.
They cuddled on the bed, not wanting to be anywhere near the window for now.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she reassure. "In fact, I'm ready to go to bed with you now."
Christian's confusion made her laugh. "But... we are on the bed."
She stared at him, deadpanned. "That's not what I meant."
"Oh," he said, not quite understand what she DID mean. She leaned over and kissed him passionately. "Oohhhhh..." Christian voiced, finally catching on. She smiled mischievously and they fell on the bed. The duke was forgotten for the rest of that morning.