When he's not around
Disclaimer: As much as I fantasize about holding the ownership to Moulin Rouge, I don't. Baz and his pals do and I couldn't think of anyone better to own Moulin Rouge, can you?
I also don't hold the ownership to the song in this fic either it belongs to 'The Corrs' and it is on their 'Talk on corners' album
AN: As promised here is a more lighthearted fic, cos some of my other fics have been a bit sad and depressing. I have been pondering with the idea as to whether I should develop this song fic into a short story as I think it could be done, but I'm not quite sure how to go about it, so any suggestions would be very welcome. Any ways on with the show (he he). Saz the pixie dust princess.
Christian once again embraced Satine and gave her another passionate kiss that was one of many 'final goodnight kisses' that night but neither could resist each other's delicate, loving touch and each other's hearts ached at the thought of Christian's departure but his departure was inevitable as much as Satine longed for him to stay the night, it was likely that they would be found in the morning by The Duke.
Much to Satine's annoyance The Duke insisted to Zidler that Satine take a week off from rehearsals, how could Harold refuse? After all The Duke was the investor for the Moulin Rouge.
" Christian," Satine murmured as a smile played on her lips "Christian, you can't stay, I'm sorry but you must leave, you know that I have to be up early to spend seven long tormenting days with our very own Evil Maharajah! Touring France's greatest castles, oh what I'll have," Satine said with just a little more sarcasm than was needed.
"Fear not my love, for I Christian James will save you from such a dismal, excruciating experience"
"Ah my knight in shining armour, how I am tempted to take you up on that offer but I fear it may cause a colossal amount of havoc… maybe I could fake an illness and come back early so I could be with you sooner." Satine replied with a small glimmer of hope in her eyes as she toyed with Christian's suspenders before resting her petite hands on his chest and planting her ruby lips to his.
"Goodnight my love, come what may."
"Goodnight my precious diamond, come what may." Christian called out softly as he slipped out of the room and merged into the shadows.
"Come what may" Satine whispered in the summer night's breeze. Lifting up her nightgown she climbed up the staircase to the top of the elephant, a place she often ventured to be alone with her thoughts.
He's uncool, an unsohphisticat He's a tight rope walker on a open pathHe's a maze of curiosity
He is the living bread that cures my appetite
I find that I can't breath and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he's not in town
His mystique is one of innocence
I feel I'm lounging in his lovely big blue eyes
And I would be preening in paradise
If I were always beside him like a Siamese
I find that I can't breath and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he's not in town
Can I keep him in my galaxy?
Can he live within my fantasy?
I find that I can't breath and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he's not in town
Can I keep him in my galaxy?
Can he live within my fantasy?
I find that I can't breath and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he's not in town
" I love you Christian James more than anything in the world" Satine proclaimed as she long fully looked over to Christian's darkened garret.
"I love you to darling" called Christian's voice. Satine yelped and spun around.
"You!" she pointed her long slender finger at him.
"Yes, me" Christian managed amongst his chuckles
"You almost scared me half to death," Satine gasped for breath as she tried to control her breathing and composure. Satine continued with a slight giggle caught in her voice " You seem to be developing a habit of climbing up the back of elephants a…" Christian cut her off with a kiss.
" I had to come back and say goodnight again." Christian explained as his playful boyish grin lit up his face. Satine playfully kissed his perfect little nose, led him down the staircase and mused to herself that it was going to be a long night, but that would be a risk she was willing to take for her beloved penniless poet.
AN: so was that a little more lighthearted for you then? Well you know what to do if you would like to share your thoughts on this songfic (the button is in the corner, hehe). If any one has any requests for songs (god now I sound like a radio DJ) or people to feature in my song fic series I'll do my best to do so. Hope you liked it.
