Hot Chocolate
anonymous
June 11 2010, 21:35:02 UTC
LeFou hoped Maurice would leave soon. Night had settled in and so did the frost, but the clanging of tools still echoed on from Belle’s house with no sign of stopping. Gaston had told him to keep an eye on it, to tell him immediately whenever Maurice left the house so he could talk to Belle without the crazy old man in the way, to not leave the spot until he did, but it was so cold.
The short man looked around guiltily before abandoning his watchful duty to blow hot air into his hands. It wouldn’t take that long to warm his fingers up. He wouldn’t miss anything important-
There was a sudden clacking on the ice-layered ground behind him and he spun around to see the subject of his freezing misery standing there, tapping the toe of her shoe on the ground. "Ah, uh, Belle. I didn’t, uh, how did you--"
"-get out without you seeing? I left from the cellar." Belle swept a dark hair out of her eyes, behind an ear. "Why do you even hang out with him, anyway?"
"Gaston? Because he’s... he’s the best." LeFou had no idea why Belle couldn’t see Gaston the way everyone else did. He was best hunter, and best wrestler, and best spitter, and practically best everything - and he let LeFou hang around in the shadow of his bestness.
She rolled her eyes with a sigh, and then turned back towards her house. "Come on, you’re going to freeze out here."
"But..." LeFou followed after her, looking back at his watch post resignedly as he left it behind.
The warmth of the cottage hit him with a sudden jar as he walked through the door. It was weird, being inside the house when he wasn’t just tagging alongside Gaston, LeFou thought as he followed Belle hesitantly. He hoped the larger man wouldn’t be mad at him, but it was so nice being inside and his fingers were just starting to loose their numbness. Besides, he was still watching the house, in a way.
"Here," Belle directed him onto a care-worn couch, a softness in her eyes. She picked a cup up from a nearby table and handed it to him. "You must be freezing."
The sweet smell of hot chocolate filled his senses as the warmth of the mug trickled into his fingers. LeFou met Belle's eyes again, nervously. They were almost the same color as the chocolate, and carried the same warmth, he thought as his face heated up into a blush.
The short man looked around guiltily before abandoning his watchful duty to blow hot air into his hands. It wouldn’t take that long to warm his fingers up. He wouldn’t miss anything important-
There was a sudden clacking on the ice-layered ground behind him and he spun around to see the subject of his freezing misery standing there, tapping the toe of her shoe on the ground. "Ah, uh, Belle. I didn’t, uh, how did you--"
"-get out without you seeing? I left from the cellar." Belle swept a dark hair out of her eyes, behind an ear. "Why do you even hang out with him, anyway?"
"Gaston? Because he’s... he’s the best." LeFou had no idea why Belle couldn’t see Gaston the way everyone else did. He was best hunter, and best wrestler, and best spitter, and practically best everything - and he let LeFou hang around in the shadow of his bestness.
She rolled her eyes with a sigh, and then turned back towards her house. "Come on, you’re going to freeze out here."
"But..." LeFou followed after her, looking back at his watch post resignedly as he left it behind.
The warmth of the cottage hit him with a sudden jar as he walked through the door. It was weird, being inside the house when he wasn’t just tagging alongside Gaston, LeFou thought as he followed Belle hesitantly. He hoped the larger man wouldn’t be mad at him, but it was so nice being inside and his fingers were just starting to loose their numbness. Besides, he was still watching the house, in a way.
"Here," Belle directed him onto a care-worn couch, a softness in her eyes. She picked a cup up from a nearby table and handed it to him. "You must be freezing."
The sweet smell of hot chocolate filled his senses as the warmth of the mug trickled into his fingers. LeFou met Belle's eyes again, nervously. They were almost the same color as the chocolate, and carried the same warmth, he thought as his face heated up into a blush.
He wondered why he hadn’t noticed it before.
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THAT WAS SOOO CUTE. : D You, my friend, are a wonderful, wonderful person. Thank you so much! <3
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