MOULIN ROUGE AU

[tensions]

COME WHAT MAY ( ensemble ) It's 1899. And the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

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[harsher]

Stiva's never really been in love but this might be the closest he's ever gotten.

"Just look at you," he growls, clearly pleased, sliding on hand through Satine's hair and down her pale back as she positions herself so. "Such a good girl for me when you want to be."

He plucks at the string of her panties playfully, listening to it snap against her skin. "Well? What are you waiting for?" Put on a show for me.

[blessed_is_he]

He nods immediately, a bright flush of color suffusing his cheeks, outshining the already ruined makeup, and turns his head, open mouth pressed against the expensive material, a low groan of desperation in the back of his throat. He brings his hands forward - for balance and support - but also a strategic position for undoing the buttons that held his trousers together. He gazes up, tilting his head back to gauge his expression, his receptiveness to further contact.

"May I?" He repeats, eyes bright with anticipation and hunger, kiss-smeared lips lending an air of lewd desperation to his appearance. Without waiting for an answer, he reaches for the lowest buttons, long fingers deft and skilled, careful but hurried as he searches out his granted prize.