Belle/Adam, pt 2
anonymous
December 21 2010, 05:10:50 UTC
The nights that follow are all very much the same- whispered endearments, gentle kisses, and no satisfaction. Belle does not doubt that Adam loves her. How could he not, she reasons, after she ended the curse. She can’t help but be fond of him, because all the uncertainly and eagerness, all the childlike wonder and even the stubbornness that made up her Beast are there inside Adam, too. But something’s gone that was there before, and Belle thinks she knows what it is.
“Will you try something for me? Please?” Belle asks one night.
Adam is on top of her in bed, kissing her neck. He seems surprised by the request. “Of course. Anything.”
She explains, and he seems a little shocked. “Where did you get an idea like that?”
“Oh, from a book.”
Of course he doesn’t question that response, not from Belle. So without much more cajoling, he settles himself between her legs and sets to work pleasing her with his mouth.
Belle leans back against the pillows and closes her eyes. Adam’s tongue is searching, gentle. “Harder, please,” she murmurs. To her delight, he complies. Now she imagines that his tongue is broad and rough. One of her hands comes to tangle in Adam’s hair; she imagines there are horns there for her to grasp. She thinks of the Beast, his fur against her thighs, his claws scoring her sides- he growls and flips her over, taking her from behind like an animal while she cries and pleads for release-
“Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh…” Belle has never come so hard in her life.
Adam doesn’t seem to know what’s going on, and she needs to tug on his hair gently to let him know he can stop. He wipes his dripping chin with the back of one hand and looks up. Belle is gazing down at him. There is something in her eyes that he recognizes- it’s the looks she has when he interrupts her while she’s reading, the look that says she’s been somewhere far away and it will take a moment for her to return fully.
“Oh, thank you, Adam,” Belle says, kissing him, tasting her own juices on his tongue. “Thank you so much, my darling.”
“You’re welcome,” he says, and she can see he is pleased with himself. She leans back and pulls him down on top of her, kissing him again. He makes love to her, but he’s exciting now, and the pent-up energy of his delayed pleasure makes him hasty, almost rough. Belle smiles in the darkness.
Re: Belle/Adam, pt 2
anonymous
December 21 2010, 05:32:00 UTC
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Wow I'm impressed. This is just perfect. Somehow you managed to convey so much in a short space, and yeah you're right, I thought a fill for this prompt might be depressing but this one definitely isn't. I wouldn't call it exactly uplifting either, but it's a perfect mix, a little bittersweet.
LOVE this. I'm glad Adam can be instructed, at least a little! Thanks for sharing it with us! I like that he gets a little rougher than usual at the end because of anticipation.
“Will you try something for me? Please?” Belle asks one night.
Adam is on top of her in bed, kissing her neck. He seems surprised by the request. “Of course. Anything.”
She explains, and he seems a little shocked. “Where did you get an idea like that?”
“Oh, from a book.”
Of course he doesn’t question that response, not from Belle. So without much more cajoling, he settles himself between her legs and sets to work pleasing her with his mouth.
Belle leans back against the pillows and closes her eyes. Adam’s tongue is searching, gentle. “Harder, please,” she murmurs. To her delight, he complies. Now she imagines that his tongue is broad and rough. One of her hands comes to tangle in Adam’s hair; she imagines there are horns there for her to grasp. She thinks of the Beast, his fur against her thighs, his claws scoring her sides- he growls and flips her over, taking her from behind like an animal while she cries and pleads for release-
“Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh…” Belle has never come so hard in her life.
Adam doesn’t seem to know what’s going on, and she needs to tug on his hair gently to let him know he can stop. He wipes his dripping chin with the back of one hand and looks up. Belle is gazing down at him. There is something in her eyes that he recognizes- it’s the looks she has when he interrupts her while she’s reading, the look that says she’s been somewhere far away and it will take a moment for her to return fully.
“Oh, thank you, Adam,” Belle says, kissing him, tasting her own juices on his tongue. “Thank you so much, my darling.”
“You’re welcome,” he says, and she can see he is pleased with himself. She leans back and pulls him down on top of her, kissing him again. He makes love to her, but he’s exciting now, and the pent-up energy of his delayed pleasure makes him hasty, almost rough. Belle smiles in the darkness.
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Wow I'm impressed. This is just perfect. Somehow you managed to convey so much in a short space, and yeah you're right, I thought a fill for this prompt might be depressing but this one definitely isn't. I wouldn't call it exactly uplifting either, but it's a perfect mix, a little bittersweet.
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And it doesn't matter if it's not depressing. It's perfect. <3
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