Looking up at him I caught him starring at me, his eyes held a boyish laughter but his heart was filled with love and stories he had created. He was a gentleman. Kind yet passionate.
He bent down to kiss my jaw line whispering something under his breath I couldn't make out. He raked his fingers through my hair enjoying the sensation. "Your so beautiful," he murmured between kisses. I moaned as he sucked at my bottom lip making low sighs and moans burying his face against my shoulder.
I knew we could be together for ever and never tire of each other, come what may we would never consider doing anything that could bring us apart. We lived and embodied the true Bohemian ideals of Truth, Beauty, Freedom, but most of all, above all things and everything that would try and fail at bringing us apart..Love.
He collapsed upon me letting out a guttural moan giving me a deep kiss and sighing contentedly. I sighed into his mouth in pure contentment. "I love you." I whispered to him as we lay together sated and feeling even more infatuated with each other. "And I love you," he sighed snuggling his nose into the crook of my neck and beginning to laugh.
"What?" I asked. "I don't ever want to get up, I feel like I'm five! I want to stay here forever," he professed gathering me closer to him possessively. "We have to get up in the morning so I can pack," I told him in earnest, but I couldn't suppress a giggle at the idea of escaping Zidler and the Duke forever. "Yes, pack," he echoed.
"And we'll fly away!" he continued, "And we'll by a house and you will be a famous actress and I'll write story's all day, and we'll be together all the time!" He said smiling gleefully out laughter echoing through the room full of mirth.
"You think you?" I asked smiling. "I know it! And you will be famous!" he professed. "I dont care about that anymore, now that I have you." I told him in earnest. "But I still would like to act, just like the great Sarah Bernhardt!" I fantasized. "But better!" he threw his arms up in the air to emphasize his point.
We both talked about our future until the early hours of the morning watching the lights of the Moulin Rouge spin in it's entrancing dance. Twirling a strand of hair around his fingers he breathed in the scent of the room. "We'd better sleep," he said, "We must be there early if we wish to leave," I sighed into his arm. "Yes, leave. Goodnight Christian, I love you."
"And I, you." he said with a kiss to the forehead. "Goodnight Satine."