A/N: Hi guys! First of all, thank you so much for your reviews, it always surprises me in the nicest way when people actually write reviews for such tiny stories! It means a lot :')

So this one is different. What I mean is that my prompt got a little out of hand and ended up being over 1,000 words long instead of around 100, which is more like a small oneshot than a drabble at this point XD So I will only post this one tonight :)

Beware, it's so terribly fluffy. But 'Moulin Rouge' is one of my all time favorite movies, I had to XD

MOULIN ROUGE

Even the sound of a new bottle of wine being opened on the other side of the table didn't manage to draw Olivia's eyes away from Peter and Ella, playing farther away in the yard. She knew she had a stupid grin on her face, but as there was hardly anything she could do about it, she didn't care. Peter had always been amazing with her niece –the childish side of him always happy to pop out- but now, it was of course even more endearing. Everything was more and better when you were in love.

"So," Rachel said then a little too loudly to make her look away from the scene. "What's the dirt?"

"What dirt?" Olivia asked as her sister filled both their empty glasses.

"Oh you know, all the little embarrassing things about Peter that nobody but you knows. As your sister, I'm supposed to be asking you about the quality of your sex life, but what's the point, right? We both know you never share any juicy detail."

Olivia grabbed her glass, smiling mysteriously. "Aaaaah, it's only because you've always shared enough of those for the both of us."

Rachel raised her eyebrow then, in a very suggestive way; it was one of these quiet exchange only siblings understood, and this specific gesture had to be followed by one of three choices: a raise of her own eyebrow, a shrug or a scowl. Depending on the quality of her sex life.

As Rachel took a sip of her drink, Olivia stared back at her and raised her eyebrow. Several times. Which had them giggling quite stupidly into their wine for a few moments.

"Seriously, Liv." Rachel insisted once their giggling fit had passed. "He can't possibly be as flawless as he appears to be."

Olivia snorted. "Being both a man and a genius, he is by default far from flawless. But even torture would not make me spill dirt on my boyfriend."

At her words, Rachel literally started squealing, which earned them worried looks from Ella and Peter, in the distance. Olivia waved her hand at him, silently saying 'Don't even ask.' He offered her a smile that dissolved her insides, before he was knocked off his feet by Ella.

Olivia waited for her sister to regain some composure, eyeing her suspiciously. "Don't tell me it's because I called him my 'boyfriend'. Because you wouldn't be the first one having that kind of excessive reaction. Astrid almost burst into tears."

"You kidding, right?" Rachel exclaimed way too excitedly again. "It took you guys so long to work things out and actually get together! I thought it would take the end of the world for you to make a move or something!"

Olivia choked on her next sip of wine. Rachel knew nothing about universal wars or vortexes, and yet, she had guessed quite right. "Oh stop it," she told her little sister with a hoarse voice. "You make it sound like we're an epic love story of some kind."

Rachel shrugged apolitically, still smiling. "You know me. I'm everything you're not. Sociable. Gorgeous. Tragically romantic."

Olivia pursed her lips, ready to give her a comeback of her own, but her last statement took her thoughts somewhere else all together, and she sat up straighter on her seat. "Oh, speaking of tragically romantic, I think I have some kind of information about Peter that might fulfill your obnoxious curiosity."

Rachel mimicked her, sitting on the edge of her chair, looking way too excited. "Ohhhh do share."

"The other night, we were watching TV, going through the channels to try and find something decent to watch, and your favorite movie was on."

"Moulin Rouge!" Rachel squealed again, actually spilling some of her wine on the table and not caring.

"Yes," Olivia nodded with a chuckle, "that one. And we actually watched it."

"Oh my GOD," Rachel was in awe. "I've never managed to make you sit through the whole movie. You've always said it was 'over-done, grotesque and unrealistic.'"

"Well, it is, Rach," she said intentionally coldly, because she never liked it when her sister imitated her. She seriously didn't sound like that at all.

"Why did you watch it then?"

Olivia shrugged, her eyes drifting to Peter again, who was now showing Ella some of his magic tricks, and a dreamy smile crossed her lips. "We were cozy."

Rachel cleared her throat, and when Olivia looked at her, she had raised her eyebrow again.

"Not that cozy. Not everything is about sex, Rachel. And you want to hear it or not?"

Rachel nodded in a way that made her look like she was ten again.

"So you know how you learn two minutes into the movie that the girl is going to die, so it doesn't surprise anyone when she actually does at the end?"

"Yes. I think that's pretty much the only part of the movie you had ever watched."

"That and the incredibly loud and incomprehensible part when they go into the Moulin Rouge for the first time. Anyway. We missed the beginning, so Peter had noooo idea what was coming."

Rachel, who had started to sink back into her seat, sat right back up, spilling more of her wine, her eyes widening. "Ohhhh my god. Liv. Don't tell me he cried."

Olivia pressed her lips together trying not to smile and nodded, and as she had predicted, her sister completely lost it again.

"Oh my God! I would kill to see this!" Rachel squealed.

"It was kind of awkward, actually," Olivia admitted, but then she couldn't help a laugh, remembering the scene. "And absolutely endearing of course. He was desperately pinching his eyes like it would keep the tears in and hide the fact that he was crying watching TV, muttering 'Don't say anything'."

It was another minute before Rachel could speak without sounding like a retarded donkey. "Please tell me you didn't let it go."

"Uh uh," Olivia shook her head with a wicked smile. "I teased him endlessly. And all he had to say was: 'It's your fault! I identified too much with him!'

Rachel narrowed her eyes. "But…you don't have tuberculosis."

Olivia nodded her head. "Exactly what I told him. I also said that if it was a ploy to try and get me into one of Satine's costume, he should give up immediately. He was not amused. Apparently, I had too many near-death experiences with my job, and he's traumatized. Go figure."

Rachel brought a hand to her heart then, turning in her sit to look at Peter and Ella. "So on top of being gorgeous and funny and smart, he's actually incredibly sweet and tragically romantic." There was definite envy and longing in her voice.

Olivia smiled as her own eyes stopped on him, remembering a time when she had actually felt jealous of her sister when it came to Peter, and she shook her head at the memory. As if feeling her gaze on him, he turned his head then, and their eyes met.

"He is," she concurred with a ridiculously happy smile. "And he's all mine."