Fic full of alien wing-wong! 1/3ramarooSeptember 27 2010, 21:20:58 UTC
Belle could hear him purring. With every intake of breath and the resulting soft rumbling in his throat, more gentle shivers made their way to her shoulders from her toes. She was acutely aware of every tiny shift of air, every sliver of exposed skin, every hint of motion. Her nerves were on fire, flickering wildly much like the dozens of beeswax candles that flavored the chamber. Their light was just enough for his comfort, and left plenty of the bedchamber to the imagination.. The satin of her chemise slid with without a hint of friction against the dark sheets with every tiny shift of her body, and the deeper she nuzzled down into the mattress, the hotter her blood became.
In any other instance, a normal woman lying prone, exposed and vulnerable in a dusky room with a great and terrible beast might fear for her life. But the inventor’s daughter was known to be odd.
The agreement that led up to this moment was a carefully negotiated one, and while she was allowed every possible comfort the castle could offer her for such an encounter, the Beast explicitly forbade her from looking at him. In time, he promised, but not at first. Despite her insistence that it was her intention to love every inch of him, regardless of whatever grisly visage he was hiding, he had remained immobile on the issue. After a long and valiant stand-off between the two headstrong lovers, Belle finally agreed, reasoning that acceptance of his odd ceremony would be worth the actual event of making love with him.
She would have conceded much sooner if she’d had any idea the Beast knew how to create an atmosphere so wonderfully erotic. Snuggling her cheek deeper into the yielding feather pillow, Belle gently shifted one knee, blushing as she felt a light castle draft remind her of the distinct lack of anything besides a choice pair of knickers beneath the fine lingerie, and a wisp of one at that. That part had been her idea, and the elegant red slip, the heady perfumed pulse-points and the touch of makeup as well. He hadn’t been expecting so much of Belle to be assaulting his senses before he even touched her, and she bit back the urge to grin and remind him that he hadn’t forbade her from driving him mad.
In any other instance, a normal woman lying prone, exposed and vulnerable in a dusky room with a great and terrible beast might fear for her life. But the inventor’s daughter was known to be odd.
The agreement that led up to this moment was a carefully negotiated one, and while she was allowed every possible comfort the castle could offer her for such an encounter, the Beast explicitly forbade her from looking at him. In time, he promised, but not at first. Despite her insistence that it was her intention to love every inch of him, regardless of whatever grisly visage he was hiding, he had remained immobile on the issue. After a long and valiant stand-off between the two headstrong lovers, Belle finally agreed, reasoning that acceptance of his odd ceremony would be worth the actual event of making love with him.
She would have conceded much sooner if she’d had any idea the Beast knew how to create an atmosphere so wonderfully erotic. Snuggling her cheek deeper into the yielding feather pillow, Belle gently shifted one knee, blushing as she felt a light castle draft remind her of the distinct lack of anything besides a choice pair of knickers beneath the fine lingerie, and a wisp of one at that. That part had been her idea, and the elegant red slip, the heady perfumed pulse-points and the touch of makeup as well. He hadn’t been expecting so much of Belle to be assaulting his senses before he even touched her, and she bit back the urge to grin and remind him that he hadn’t forbade her from driving him mad.
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