A Morning After

[wiltedflower]

A Morning After
Moulin Rouge
Silenced Dreams*

Author’s Note: This fan fiction is not meant to be offensive in anyway, shape or form, but due to mature themes and elements readers are advised.

Dedication: To Mrs. Smith, thank you for being there, always.

Disclaimer: The original story, and characters belong to Baz Luhrmann and Craig Pearce. The movie belongs to 20th Century Fox Film Corporation and anyone else involved in the creation of Moulin Rouge.

Rating: PG – For a few mature themes and elements.

Sunlight poured into the room. The song of a bird could be heard, as the sweet smell of lilacs filled the tiny garret. A can-can dancer and a writer lay in bed motionless. Outside, the windmill wings of the Moulin blended as one with the wind.

Satine felt Christian’s heart beating, sounding as one with her own. His chest rose and fell as he breathed. She looked up at his face; his dark hair had fallen over his eyelids, his mouth slightly ajar as he continued to take in the warm air.

She looked around the room, absentmindedly, having not a care in the world. She focused on nothing, her eyes darting this way and that respecting each feature, mould and style of the period.

She lightly shifted the weight of her frame to the left side of her beloved. With the tip of her index finger she began to trace simple patterns over his stomach, being cautious not to wake the sleeping figure.

To the left of the couple was a large window. Satine watched the sunrise. It turned the sky into what reminded Satine of an artist’s palette. As she watched, colours changed from vibrant oranges and pinks, to calmer purples and blues.

As the city outside slowly began to stir, Christian also began showing the first few signs of life. His eyes opened revealing his inner soul, the story of a love that would live forever, and the colour of mystical beauty. Nuzzling up to Christian’s side, her auburn locks fell gracefully into what resembled a sunburst. A single strand lay across his chest; she made no attempt to remove it.

Satine propped her head up casually. She whispered a mere ‘good morning’ to him in a voice that was barely audible. Her kisses trailed from his neck to his mouth where he whispered the same back smiling, as his scruffy hair fell in gently around his face.

Last night was filled with passion and pleasure, this morning the mood was different. Christian tickled Satine until her sides hurt, and she could take no more. Satine continued to finger and caress parts of his body gingerly.

Eventually they lay back down, resting as one. Christian recovered the sheet that perhaps they failed to last night, draping it around both of their naked bodies; he pulled Satine in close, tickling her as she joyously laughed. Again they rested until long into the afternoon, simply enjoying the time that was given to them.

* Silenced Dreams is my pen name at www.fanfiction.net .