Disclaimer - I, do not own the rights to the "Sparkling Diamond[s]" of a movie, "Moulin Rouge" (If I did I would be a genius going by the name of Baz Luhrmann). I am simply one of the "Children of the Revolution" (Although one of "Elephant [Melody]" proportions) that writes fanfiction "Because We Can". "Come What May", but please do not sue me or I will be a "Sad Hindi Diamond". May this be "Your Song" and may you say "Some Day I'll Fly Away"! (I do not own the songs used in this story or in the titles of the chapters either.)

*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*

Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love

~Casidy

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"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"

~ Part XXVI: Baby Let's Play House ~
By: Casidy

Click, click, click.

Satine's eyes fluttered open and rested on Christian's back, the muscles moving slightly as he pressed the keys on his typewriter. She had not realized how much she had missed waking to the familiar sound of Christian's genius.

Silently, she stood from the bed and picked Christian's wrinkled tuxedo shirt up from the floor. After putting it on she took one sleeve into her hands and pulled it up to her nose and closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet scent that was only her Christian.

Continuing her silent attack, Satine padded over to Christian and stood behind him. Bending over, a whisper away from him, she breathed, "Good morning, my husband."

Christian's fingers halted immediately and he leaded back in his high back leather chair as Satine placed her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Good morning, my wife."

"What are you writing?" Satine asked in between kisses, strategically placed along his neck.

"I was trying to describe our wedding. I want to be sure to never forget it." He said taking Satine's hand and pulling her around to face him.

"It was perfect wasn't it?" she murmured, leaning close to him and taking his lips in hers. Christian pulled his bride closer until she had joined him in the chair, straddling his legs with her own.

Their kiss deepened while each began their own exploration of the other's body. Satine glided her fingers across his smooth, naked chest while he ran a hand through her hair tugging her head ever closer to his. His other hand slithered up her bent leg, when he reached the hem of the shirt she wore his hand slipped to the inside of her leg and pulled the shirt up with it.

Satine gently pulled her lips away from his and leaned over his ear. Her voice husky from the intoxication of his lips sliding up and down her neck, she whispered, "Tell our story Christian, that way we can always be together." Christian looked at her through glazed eyes as she pulled back from him, "Promise me Christian."

"Don't you know already that I would do anything you ask?" he replied, brushing the back of his fingers across her cheek. "All I ask is that you never stop looking at me as you are now."

She smiled sweetly at him, then asked, "and how is that, my love?"

"Like you have never been more happy or more in love."

She leaned into him, their bodies touching at every point, their noses almost meeting, she whispered, "That's because I haven't"

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Christian and Satine stumbled into their kitchen just after one. With the entire staff gone on Sunday they began scavenging around for something to eat.

"What about these?" Christian asked holding up a tin of crackers in one hand and a jar of honey in the other.

"For lunch?" Satine giggled, leaning against the icebox.

"Well, do you have any better ideas, ma cheri?" he asked dumping his findings on the small wooden table as he walked over to her.

"Mais bien sûr." Satine stepped aside from her place at the counter to reveal what she had found. "I'm going to make lunch for us!" she exclaimed excitedly.

Christian's mouth fell open slightly and his eyes bulged, he was not sure Satine had ever cooked anything in her life and was not sure what her attempts would taste like. "Um… darling, you don't have to make anything. I'm sure we can just find something."

Satine shook her head, wasn't this what wives were supposed to do? "It's been a while but I'm sure I can remember how to do it. When I was a little girl I did all the cooking for my father and I."

She turned to the counter and picked up the fish lying there and carried it with her as she danced to the table.

Les poissons,
Les poissons.
How I love, les poissons.

Grabbing a knife she began to cut the fish,

Love to chop,
And to serve little fish.
First I cut off their heads,
Then I pull out the bones.
Ah mais oui,
Ca c'est toujours delish.

Giggling at Christian, his face slightly green, she began, exaggerating her accent.

Les poissons,
Les poissons.
Hee hee hee,
Hah hah hah.

Glancing quickly at Christian she pulled out a clever.


With the cleaver I hack them in two.

The room shook as she hammered.


I pull out what's inside,
And I serve it up fried.
God, I love little fishes,
Don't you?

Turning once again to Christian she smiled broadly, holding the fish up for him to see. Christian put his hand over his mouth and turned an even deeper shade of green.


Here's something for tempting the palate,
Prepared in the classic technique.

Putting the fish back on the table she continued to sing, her actions imitating the words.

First you pound the fish flat with a mallet,
Then you slash through the skin,
Give the belly a slice,
Then you rub some salt in,
'Cause that makes it taste nice.

Suddenly noticing the second fish she exclaimed,


Zut alors, I have missed one!
Sacre bleu,
What is this?
How on earth could I miss,
Such a sweet little succulent crab?
Quel dommage,
What a loss!
Here we go in the sauce.
Now some flour, I think,
Just a dab.
Now I stuff you with bread,
It don't hurt 'cause you're dead.
And you're certainly lucky you are.
'Cause it's gonna be hot,
In my big silver pot.

Tossing the fish into a skillet she waved goodbye


Toodle loo mon poisson,

Satine turned to Christian only to see him retreating out of the kitchen, his hand still over his mouth. She waved to him.


Au revoir!

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Despite his misgivings and issues with the preparation of their lunch, Christian deemed Satine's meal to be the best he's ever had.

After eating the couple decided to take a walk around their new neighborhood, soon finding themselves in a small park. Christian left Satine on a park bench while he sought out a hot chestnut vender.

Satine had just sat down when a man approached her. He smelled slightly of whiskey but Satine did not voice objection when he sat down next to her.

"Hello there, love. You sure are a pretty thing. What's your name?" He asked, leaning a little to close to her.

"Satine." She stated simply turning her head to look for Christian.

"Satine, eh? What kind of a name is that? You one of those foreigners?"

"Yes, I'm French."

The man shook his head, "I knew you wasn't English. Could tell it by your name, you see. Well, why don't you let me show you around London? There are much more interesting places than this park." He said putting his hand on her arm."

Satine rolled her eyes. She was too familiar with drunks to be intimidated by one. "No thank you, sir. I believe I'll just stay here and wait for my husband."

The man's grip on her arm tightened and he pulled her up off the bench, "I don't think you understand, Frenchie, you don't have a choice in the matter."

Satine tried to dislodge her arm from his grasp but failed. Before she could think of what to do the man had stumbled backward from the blow of a punch. Satine whirled around to find Christian standing behind her looking at the drunk as if he could disintegrate the man right where he lay.

"Christian!" she exclaimed, rushing into his arms.

"Are you alright, darling? Did he hurt you at all?" He asked feverishly.

"No Christian, just scared me. I'm all right, now that you saved me." She smiled brightly into his worried face before kissing him briefly.

Leaving the drunk on the ground the two began their journey again only to end up at another bench. This time they sat in a large clearing where children were having a snowball fight.

They sat in silence, watching the children until Satine asked, "Christian, how do you feel about having children?" she laughed uncomfortably, "I just realized that we've never even discussed it."

Christian took her hand, sensing her discomfort. "I've never really thought about it. I guess I just assumed that if it was meant to happen it would. I love children, I was always as much a father figure to Em as an older brother but I guess it's up to you."

Satine looked down at the joined hands and did not look up as she began to speak. I've always wanted children. Even if I'd had one at the Moulin, I never would have been able to give it up. I guess that would have been extremely selfish, raising a child there. He or she would come to resent me, but I was so alone, I would have welcomed any love I could get." She was quiet for a moment before continuing in a whispering, "I don't know if I can have children, Christian. Even though I was taking precautions at the Moulin, they're never fool proof. Lots of girls got in trouble. But not me. Never, not even once. Then, after I met you…not once did I try anything that would have stopped me from having your baby…" With her next words Christian could hear her tears even though her head was still down. "I'm sorry Christian, if I had gotten pregnant, I don't know what I would have done, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted to have your baby. I'm sorry."

Christian put his fingers under her chin and pulled her eyes up to meet hers. "Sorry for what, darling? For loving me enough to want to share such a wonderful gift with me? For being to sure of that love that you would love anything we might create together. I love you Satine and whether or not we have children together will not change that. If it is meant to happen than in time it will. If not than we have each other. Forever."

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* "Les Poissons" is from the movie "The Little Mermaid"