stealing time (Satine/Christian)
Jun. 19th, 2007 04:01 pmTitle: stealing time
Pairing: Satine/Christian
Word Count: 2,275
Rating: PG-13, maybe? There's one word that's not so nice. But otherwise we're in PG territory.
Summary: She's had many lovers, all of them young and handsome and enamored; you see, he's nothing special.
Author's Note: So, I have absolutely no idea where this came from, but I woke up this morning, and my brain decided it wanted to write Moulin Rouge fic. Maybe it's because I had to go get a TB test today, so I was feeling in the mood. (Except for the part where my mom misread the thing and I totally actually didn't. At least I got a free Snoopy bandaid and some potential Satine inspiration out of the deal. Whatevs.) So, um, anyway, this is the first fic I've written for this fandom since 2004. Unfortunately, now I am cynical and jaded, so it's not quite as great as that time I had Christian and Satine serenade each other with that one song by Ricky Martin and Christina Aguilera. (Nooooooobody wants to be loooonely!) Maybe it's still cool, though. You tell me.
( And then there are the mornings, when she smokes her cigarettes and he sleeps in late. )
Pairing: Satine/Christian
Word Count: 2,275
Rating: PG-13, maybe? There's one word that's not so nice. But otherwise we're in PG territory.
Summary: She's had many lovers, all of them young and handsome and enamored; you see, he's nothing special.
Author's Note: So, I have absolutely no idea where this came from, but I woke up this morning, and my brain decided it wanted to write Moulin Rouge fic. Maybe it's because I had to go get a TB test today, so I was feeling in the mood. (Except for the part where my mom misread the thing and I totally actually didn't. At least I got a free Snoopy bandaid and some potential Satine inspiration out of the deal. Whatevs.) So, um, anyway, this is the first fic I've written for this fandom since 2004. Unfortunately, now I am cynical and jaded, so it's not quite as great as that time I had Christian and Satine serenade each other with that one song by Ricky Martin and Christina Aguilera. (Nooooooobody wants to be loooonely!) Maybe it's still cool, though. You tell me.
( And then there are the mornings, when she smokes her cigarettes and he sleeps in late. )