A/N: HOLLA! Okay, as usual before I start this story I have to mention that
all the characters are not mine, but Baz's. WELL YA KNOW WHAT?! That is
something that is just too upsetting to admit! How dare he be such a
genius... Ba-humbug -_- I envy his creativity. But they aren't MINE, the
songs aren't MINE, and worst of all, Christian isn't MINE.. **tear** Now
shut up, pass the popcorn, and read my story!
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I could feel my heart racing a mile a minute as I climbed the stairs to Christian's flat. I kept praying he'd be there, as I very well knew that the crowd he chummed around with were all night owls, and often didn't return until well into the morning hours. "Just let him be there... he HAS to be there".
I finally reached his door, but I didn't knock right away. Instead, I stood there chewing on my bottom lip totally petrified. Imagine, me, a glorified prostitute, terrified to sleep with someone. But that was the thing; this wasn't just someone. It was Christian. My Christian. The only man I'd ever loved, and most likely the only man whom ever loved me. I was so afraid to let him into my heart, afraid to get hurt. And although I knew Christian would never hurt me or leave me, I found that it was myself that I was really scared of. "I don't deserve this gift... he deserves so much better than the likes of me." I started to turn and leave, but then I heard the door open behind me.
"Satine! Darling, what are you doing here?! I mean, I'm happy you're here, but how did you ever get away?"
As I turned around and saw Christian looking at me with his adorable goofy grin, and his hair falling in his eyes, I immediately dismissed all thoughts of being unworthy. Just looking into his eyes made me feel how much this man loved me. He loved me... not my money, my Sparkling Diamond façade... just me- the real me. And that was worth everything. Suddenly, I realized that he was still awaiting my reply.
"Oh.. well, the Duke thankfully had some work to deal with, so I was saved for tonight. And seeing as I don't have to meet him again until tomorrow afternoon, I was thinking that... that maybe we could..." Frustrated with the immodesty of the situation, I cast my gaze to the floor and became very interested in picking at the beads on my dress. Sensing my discomfort, Christian pulled me into his arms kissing the nape of my neck gently, which sent chills running down my spine.
"Don't fret Satine", he murmured in-between kisses. " I'm so glad you came... I miss you so, and I need to be with you." With this he stared into my eyes, stared into my very soul. "Will you stay with me tonight? Will you Satine?"
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I could feel my heart racing a mile a minute as I climbed the stairs to Christian's flat. I kept praying he'd be there, as I very well knew that the crowd he chummed around with were all night owls, and often didn't return until well into the morning hours. "Just let him be there... he HAS to be there".
I finally reached his door, but I didn't knock right away. Instead, I stood there chewing on my bottom lip totally petrified. Imagine, me, a glorified prostitute, terrified to sleep with someone. But that was the thing; this wasn't just someone. It was Christian. My Christian. The only man I'd ever loved, and most likely the only man whom ever loved me. I was so afraid to let him into my heart, afraid to get hurt. And although I knew Christian would never hurt me or leave me, I found that it was myself that I was really scared of. "I don't deserve this gift... he deserves so much better than the likes of me." I started to turn and leave, but then I heard the door open behind me.
"Satine! Darling, what are you doing here?! I mean, I'm happy you're here, but how did you ever get away?"
As I turned around and saw Christian looking at me with his adorable goofy grin, and his hair falling in his eyes, I immediately dismissed all thoughts of being unworthy. Just looking into his eyes made me feel how much this man loved me. He loved me... not my money, my Sparkling Diamond façade... just me- the real me. And that was worth everything. Suddenly, I realized that he was still awaiting my reply.
"Oh.. well, the Duke thankfully had some work to deal with, so I was saved for tonight. And seeing as I don't have to meet him again until tomorrow afternoon, I was thinking that... that maybe we could..." Frustrated with the immodesty of the situation, I cast my gaze to the floor and became very interested in picking at the beads on my dress. Sensing my discomfort, Christian pulled me into his arms kissing the nape of my neck gently, which sent chills running down my spine.
"Don't fret Satine", he murmured in-between kisses. " I'm so glad you came... I miss you so, and I need to be with you." With this he stared into my eyes, stared into my very soul. "Will you stay with me tonight? Will you Satine?"