Disclaimer: All Moulin Rouge characters belong to the wonderful Baz
Luhrmann.
A/N: Thanks to lost_girl, Jen, l3ella, and MR Rocks for reviewing. I'll be posting as much as I can, but I have a paper due on MacBeth in two weeks and I'm in the middle of the American Revolution in history so I'll probably only be sending one or two chapters out on the weekends.
--Courtney
Chapter 6: You Are My Oxygen
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Limoges was beautiful, so much different then Montmartre. The day after the pair arrived, Satine and Christian found a small apartment over a bookstore just big enough for the two of them. Christian started working in the bookstore to pay the rent, and most of Satine's days were spent lying in bed, trying to recuperate from the consumption that nearly ended her life at the Moulin Rouge. The two weeks before Christmas passed quickly, and before the pair knew it, Christmas Eve was upon them.
*Satine's POV*
Christmas Eve was here already. I sat up in my bed and glanced out the window as a few snowflakes carefully drifted down from the pale gray sky as I heard the door to our apartment swing open, revealing Christian standing at the door, full of snow.
"Christian! You look frozen!" I laughed at him as he ran outside the door and began dragging in a small tree. He quickly shut the door and ran over to the blazing fire, warming his hands. I swung my legs over the bed and slowly stood up and walked over to him as he smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as he kissed my cheek.
"Much better, now that you're here," I said softly as I put on my robe, shivering at the sudden draft in the room. I coughed lightly, feeling myself get lightheaded as I stumbled in place. Christian steadied me and led me over to the sofa in front of the fire, wrapping a blanket around me in the process.
"You know you shouldn't be out of bed," he scolded lightly as I laughed.
"But Christian-" I playfully whined as he stood the tree up and began dusting the snow off.
"It's beautiful," I murmured as he grinned.
"I knew you'd like it," he said as he bustled around, starting to prepare dinner for me. I stood up and walked over, attempting to help him in the tiny kitchen. He swatted me away as I pouted, retreating back to the sofa as he caught me and kissed me on the lips.
"I'm fine in here, you go and rest," he said as I sighed and sat back down on the sofa and gently closed my eyes, falling into a light sleep.
***
"Satine," I heard a voice whisper in my ear as I slowly opened my eyes. I looked up and noticed Christian hovering over me.
"Hmm?" I yawned as I sat up and rested my head on his shoulder. "Merry Christmas," he said as he kissed my forehead as I smiled.
"Merry Christmas," I said back as he stood up and knelt down in front of the fire.
"I have something I want to give you," he said as he took my hand in his and I smiled.
"I have something for you too," I replied.
"Me first," he said childishly as I laughed.
"Okay, you first," I giggled as he removed a small box from his pocket.
"Satine, I knew from the moment I saw you that I loved you. Love is like oxygen, and you are my oxygen. We overcame everything-you gave up everything for me. I love you; I've never stopped loving you. Will you marry me?" he asked as my free hand flew up to my mouth in shock. He slid the ring on to my finger and I started crying and laughing at the same time.
"Oh Christian," I trailed off, speechless.
"So that's a yes?" he questioned as I nodded, wiping away the tears that were flowing down my cheeks.
"Yes!" I exclaimed as he picked me up, kissed me, and twirled me around. I giggled and smiled at the same time. At that moment I couldn't be happier, and I was ready to start my new life with Christian.
***
A/N: Sorry so short. I was getting sleepy---lol.
A/N: Thanks to lost_girl, Jen, l3ella, and MR Rocks for reviewing. I'll be posting as much as I can, but I have a paper due on MacBeth in two weeks and I'm in the middle of the American Revolution in history so I'll probably only be sending one or two chapters out on the weekends.
--Courtney
Chapter 6: You Are My Oxygen
****
Limoges was beautiful, so much different then Montmartre. The day after the pair arrived, Satine and Christian found a small apartment over a bookstore just big enough for the two of them. Christian started working in the bookstore to pay the rent, and most of Satine's days were spent lying in bed, trying to recuperate from the consumption that nearly ended her life at the Moulin Rouge. The two weeks before Christmas passed quickly, and before the pair knew it, Christmas Eve was upon them.
*Satine's POV*
Christmas Eve was here already. I sat up in my bed and glanced out the window as a few snowflakes carefully drifted down from the pale gray sky as I heard the door to our apartment swing open, revealing Christian standing at the door, full of snow.
"Christian! You look frozen!" I laughed at him as he ran outside the door and began dragging in a small tree. He quickly shut the door and ran over to the blazing fire, warming his hands. I swung my legs over the bed and slowly stood up and walked over to him as he smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as he kissed my cheek.
"Much better, now that you're here," I said softly as I put on my robe, shivering at the sudden draft in the room. I coughed lightly, feeling myself get lightheaded as I stumbled in place. Christian steadied me and led me over to the sofa in front of the fire, wrapping a blanket around me in the process.
"You know you shouldn't be out of bed," he scolded lightly as I laughed.
"But Christian-" I playfully whined as he stood the tree up and began dusting the snow off.
"It's beautiful," I murmured as he grinned.
"I knew you'd like it," he said as he bustled around, starting to prepare dinner for me. I stood up and walked over, attempting to help him in the tiny kitchen. He swatted me away as I pouted, retreating back to the sofa as he caught me and kissed me on the lips.
"I'm fine in here, you go and rest," he said as I sighed and sat back down on the sofa and gently closed my eyes, falling into a light sleep.
***
"Satine," I heard a voice whisper in my ear as I slowly opened my eyes. I looked up and noticed Christian hovering over me.
"Hmm?" I yawned as I sat up and rested my head on his shoulder. "Merry Christmas," he said as he kissed my forehead as I smiled.
"Merry Christmas," I said back as he stood up and knelt down in front of the fire.
"I have something I want to give you," he said as he took my hand in his and I smiled.
"I have something for you too," I replied.
"Me first," he said childishly as I laughed.
"Okay, you first," I giggled as he removed a small box from his pocket.
"Satine, I knew from the moment I saw you that I loved you. Love is like oxygen, and you are my oxygen. We overcame everything-you gave up everything for me. I love you; I've never stopped loving you. Will you marry me?" he asked as my free hand flew up to my mouth in shock. He slid the ring on to my finger and I started crying and laughing at the same time.
"Oh Christian," I trailed off, speechless.
"So that's a yes?" he questioned as I nodded, wiping away the tears that were flowing down my cheeks.
"Yes!" I exclaimed as he picked me up, kissed me, and twirled me around. I giggled and smiled at the same time. At that moment I couldn't be happier, and I was ready to start my new life with Christian.
***
A/N: Sorry so short. I was getting sleepy---lol.