Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge or it's characters...blah blah blah.
Hopefully, you get the point.
A/N: I'm so sorry if anyone out there followed this story and it just disappeared. I'm doing what I always got mad at other authors for doing, aah! Well, hopefully this one was worth the wait, enjoy!
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Satine looked down at the gaudy white lace bunched on the floor around her with quiet disgust. "What about this one?" Marie asked excitedly. Satine had to try hard not to laugh at the enthusiasm her friend and "mother" bestowed upon the horrific dress that she was trying on. They were looking for a wedding dress and so far hadn't had much luck in that field. Everything was either disgusting, boring, itchy, suffocating or just plain gaudy; like the one she was currently surviving. At the beginning of the day, the concept of looking for a wedding dress had been an enjoyable one. But by this point, Satine had to admit that she didn't care if she walked down the aisle in a can-can dress.
'If only Christian were here.' She thought. 'Then he would save me from this shop and these dresses and we would ride off into the sunset...' Satine was quickly brought out of her dream world by Marie tapping her on the shoulder and shoving another dress into her arms. Satine silently prayed that she could make it through the rest of the shopping expedition without killing herself, or someone else.
"Hmm..."she responded distractedly "What? Oh.....um..." Satine looked down at the next pile of fabric in her arms. This one happened to be light green, slightly iridescent and covered in bows. Dejectedly, she glanced around the store looking for any excuse to not wear the horrible green dress. Her eyes passed over many dresses of various shapes and colors. Blue, green, white, yellow, pink, purple...none of them caught her eye. But at that moment, she saw something hiding in the corner. Walking over to the rack Satine pulled out a creme colored silk dress. The fabric shimmered slightly with a gold color in the light pouring in the open shop window.
Carefully examining it, Satine saw that it had small pearls sewn into the fabric of the skirt at random intervals, so as to only accent the dress. Practically running behind the dressing screen, Satine went to try on the gorgeous dress. Slowly, apprehensively, Satine walked out to look in the mirror. The dress seemed as if the dressmaker had had her and only her in mind while making it. The top of the dress was modestly cut down, and the silk sleeves came into a point where a loop connected to her finger. The skirt flowed gently to the ground where the train blossomed out forming almost a circle with the rest of the skirt. Seeing herself in the mirror, Satine unconsciously took in a sharp breath. This was it; they did not need to look anymore. Without even saying anything, Marie had agreed with Satine: the dress was beautiful and even more so on Satine.
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Christian sat at his typewriter, with his fingers on the keys, staring at the blank sheet of paper. He had been sitting there for over an hour, trying to force some form of poetry out of his tired brain. The bright day was slowly bleeding into a beautiful sunset over Paris, but even that natural miracle could not inspire him. He needed Satine. Sitting back in his chair, Christian sighed loudly.
"Where is she?" he mumbled distractedly, "she should have been back by now. I just want to hold her, and talk to her. I haven't seen her since this morning." Christian's loving thoughts toward his soon to be wife quickly turned into protective paranoia. 'What if something happened on the way home' he thought 'it's getting dark outside, and it was only her and Marie traveling alone. What if someone found them? What if she was in trouble? What if there was a problem and he hadn't been there to help her?'
In his panic, Christian turned and quickly saw a glance of his hysteric self in the small mirror he owned. For a few seconds he stopped, frozen as the serious emotions he had been feeling melted away. Christian saw just how humorous he actually looked. Silently laughing at himself, he settled calmly back in his chair to look out onto Paris. The sky had turned from pink orange to a dark purple blue.
'Still' he mused, 'I wish she were here now. Then she could save me from this boredom and this writers block and we could walk into the sunset...well, the fading sunset.' A sound breaking the silence that had been formerly occupying the room jarred him from his train of thought. Christian jumped up startled and relieved as his door unlocked and opened. He ran over to Satine, knocking the box out of her hand, where Marie quickly caught it, and he hugged her tightly. Satine had expected a friendly welcome, but this was a little much.
"Christian? What's gotten into you?" she giggled. Christian didn't answer; he just kept hugging her and kissing her neck. "Not that I don't appreciate this but, hello would have done. However, I think I'll take advantage of this interesting situation." Satine tipped her head up slightly and made her mouth meet Christian's. Clearly enjoying it as much as she was, he deepened the kiss and they didn't break apart until both were in strong need of a deep breath. Pulling away, Satine saw that Christian's lips had almost as much lipstick on them as hers did; and she quietly giggled at him. He just looked back at her, perplexed, causing Satine to shake her head slightly.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I love you just the way you are." Satine said while kissing his forehead lightly. She turned a slight shade of pink when she saw that Marie was still standing in the doorway, holding her dress. Watching Satine's reaction, Christian turned his head in the same direction but instead of noticing Marie, he saw the box in her hands.
"Is that...?" he said while reaching towards the box with one hand, "yes, yes it is. However, you are not allowed to see it until the wedding." Satine responded slyly. She giggled slightly at Christian's pouting face and turned back to Marie.
"Marie, I trust you to keep this safe" she glanced quickly back at Christian before continuing, "and away from Christian's grasp." "Of course." Marie responded with a smile, hugging Satine. "I'll see you two soon. Behave yourself." Satine just winked back at her. "Oh, Marie, you know we will."
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Hope everyone enjoyed. I definitely wanted a fully fluff chapter and here it is. A little short, but fluffy.
A/N: I'm so sorry if anyone out there followed this story and it just disappeared. I'm doing what I always got mad at other authors for doing, aah! Well, hopefully this one was worth the wait, enjoy!
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Satine looked down at the gaudy white lace bunched on the floor around her with quiet disgust. "What about this one?" Marie asked excitedly. Satine had to try hard not to laugh at the enthusiasm her friend and "mother" bestowed upon the horrific dress that she was trying on. They were looking for a wedding dress and so far hadn't had much luck in that field. Everything was either disgusting, boring, itchy, suffocating or just plain gaudy; like the one she was currently surviving. At the beginning of the day, the concept of looking for a wedding dress had been an enjoyable one. But by this point, Satine had to admit that she didn't care if she walked down the aisle in a can-can dress.
'If only Christian were here.' She thought. 'Then he would save me from this shop and these dresses and we would ride off into the sunset...' Satine was quickly brought out of her dream world by Marie tapping her on the shoulder and shoving another dress into her arms. Satine silently prayed that she could make it through the rest of the shopping expedition without killing herself, or someone else.
"Hmm..."she responded distractedly "What? Oh.....um..." Satine looked down at the next pile of fabric in her arms. This one happened to be light green, slightly iridescent and covered in bows. Dejectedly, she glanced around the store looking for any excuse to not wear the horrible green dress. Her eyes passed over many dresses of various shapes and colors. Blue, green, white, yellow, pink, purple...none of them caught her eye. But at that moment, she saw something hiding in the corner. Walking over to the rack Satine pulled out a creme colored silk dress. The fabric shimmered slightly with a gold color in the light pouring in the open shop window.
Carefully examining it, Satine saw that it had small pearls sewn into the fabric of the skirt at random intervals, so as to only accent the dress. Practically running behind the dressing screen, Satine went to try on the gorgeous dress. Slowly, apprehensively, Satine walked out to look in the mirror. The dress seemed as if the dressmaker had had her and only her in mind while making it. The top of the dress was modestly cut down, and the silk sleeves came into a point where a loop connected to her finger. The skirt flowed gently to the ground where the train blossomed out forming almost a circle with the rest of the skirt. Seeing herself in the mirror, Satine unconsciously took in a sharp breath. This was it; they did not need to look anymore. Without even saying anything, Marie had agreed with Satine: the dress was beautiful and even more so on Satine.
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Christian sat at his typewriter, with his fingers on the keys, staring at the blank sheet of paper. He had been sitting there for over an hour, trying to force some form of poetry out of his tired brain. The bright day was slowly bleeding into a beautiful sunset over Paris, but even that natural miracle could not inspire him. He needed Satine. Sitting back in his chair, Christian sighed loudly.
"Where is she?" he mumbled distractedly, "she should have been back by now. I just want to hold her, and talk to her. I haven't seen her since this morning." Christian's loving thoughts toward his soon to be wife quickly turned into protective paranoia. 'What if something happened on the way home' he thought 'it's getting dark outside, and it was only her and Marie traveling alone. What if someone found them? What if she was in trouble? What if there was a problem and he hadn't been there to help her?'
In his panic, Christian turned and quickly saw a glance of his hysteric self in the small mirror he owned. For a few seconds he stopped, frozen as the serious emotions he had been feeling melted away. Christian saw just how humorous he actually looked. Silently laughing at himself, he settled calmly back in his chair to look out onto Paris. The sky had turned from pink orange to a dark purple blue.
'Still' he mused, 'I wish she were here now. Then she could save me from this boredom and this writers block and we could walk into the sunset...well, the fading sunset.' A sound breaking the silence that had been formerly occupying the room jarred him from his train of thought. Christian jumped up startled and relieved as his door unlocked and opened. He ran over to Satine, knocking the box out of her hand, where Marie quickly caught it, and he hugged her tightly. Satine had expected a friendly welcome, but this was a little much.
"Christian? What's gotten into you?" she giggled. Christian didn't answer; he just kept hugging her and kissing her neck. "Not that I don't appreciate this but, hello would have done. However, I think I'll take advantage of this interesting situation." Satine tipped her head up slightly and made her mouth meet Christian's. Clearly enjoying it as much as she was, he deepened the kiss and they didn't break apart until both were in strong need of a deep breath. Pulling away, Satine saw that Christian's lips had almost as much lipstick on them as hers did; and she quietly giggled at him. He just looked back at her, perplexed, causing Satine to shake her head slightly.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I love you just the way you are." Satine said while kissing his forehead lightly. She turned a slight shade of pink when she saw that Marie was still standing in the doorway, holding her dress. Watching Satine's reaction, Christian turned his head in the same direction but instead of noticing Marie, he saw the box in her hands.
"Is that...?" he said while reaching towards the box with one hand, "yes, yes it is. However, you are not allowed to see it until the wedding." Satine responded slyly. She giggled slightly at Christian's pouting face and turned back to Marie.
"Marie, I trust you to keep this safe" she glanced quickly back at Christian before continuing, "and away from Christian's grasp." "Of course." Marie responded with a smile, hugging Satine. "I'll see you two soon. Behave yourself." Satine just winked back at her. "Oh, Marie, you know we will."
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Hope everyone enjoyed. I definitely wanted a fully fluff chapter and here it is. A little short, but fluffy.
