It's been a while, I know, I was so nervous about posting my first sex scene. Yup, time for explicit Beast/Belle loving. Ahem, my wonderful Beta TrudiRose wasn't available to screen this one, so it might be a little rough around the edges. So let me know what you think. Thanks for sticking with me for so long!

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Crepe thin layers of ( Read more... )

Took me a while to get back on the horse with my new laptop. I have art for you though, art for this fanfiction. I'll post it later.
Enjoy!

Thank you TrudiRose!

A Moment Echoes: Chapter 7
Rating: Mature

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            “Mrs. Potts!” he hollered, too impatient to wait till he was close enough to speak.

Mrs. Potts, in her gently refined way, did not respond till she was at a distance that her proper speaking voice could be heard. “Yes, your Majesty?” she chirped. Beast noticed as she grew closer to him, that she seemed…brighter, in some ( Read more... )

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Belle settled into a sofa near a fireplace. It had taken some work, but she had managed to get a flame going. There had been just enough wood. Proud of her accomplishment, Belle chose a book from her selections and began to read, enjoying the effects that the flickering light made on the page. But soon her eyes were heavy, and she felt herself ( Read more... )

            The doctor backpedaled, “No one in particular, Your Highness. Perhaps you’d like to lie down now? I’m sure all of this… activity has left you tired.” The old man’s voice seemed to hover between neutrality and patronization, not quite giving himself over to a tone that might provoke anger from the prince.

Very tired, but not wanting ( Read more... )

Belle stood up from her seat to remove the tray from atop her books, and set it down on the chair Lumiere had left near the table, while her inner thoughts whirled.

It all makes sense now, no reason to worry, no one is hiding anything, paranoid, nothing’s wrong… of course they don’t want to talk about it, I suppose I wouldn’t want to talk about ( Read more... )

In her grief, the thunder and rain pale in comparison to the sharp pain of guilt, of coming too late, realizing too late, the truth.
She opened her mouth to say the words, stopped her self, not knowing if he would hear, not knowing if he would care, and in her hesitation the last petal fell…

“I love you…”

In her second of pause, a crucial moment ( Read more... )