What's In A Name?
Title: What's In A Name?
Fandom: Beauty and the Beast.
Characters: Beast/Belle.
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 433.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Note: I feel so very dirty for writing and posting this. Would it be weird to dedicate this to radiocakes?
Summary: “Tell me your real name.”
Her hair cascades over her shoulders, tickles the planes of his chest. There’s a lazy smile on his face and she reaches up to brush her fingertip over it. Her hand pauses.
“Tell me your real name.”
His smile falters and Belle feels the slight hiccup of his heart, throwing the calm beating of it off course. Her palm presses against his skin, thumb tracing over the curve of his pectoral.
He’s silent for too long and she grows restless.
An eye opens, “Why?”
“I can’t keep calling you Beast forever,” she frowns.
The sheet slips down her slender back as she sits up, pulls away from his warm embrace. The window is open and she can feel the breeze against her skin, the cool lick of spring air. He shifts as he watches her, lifting himself to his elbows.
“It’s a perfectly suitable name, Belle.”
Her frown deepens. “You’re not a beast,” she says, “not anymore.”
His hands curl around her waist and she’s on her back before she realizes it. His blue eyes are alight with something she can’t quiet name, something too familiar from their first meeting.
“I could be,” he whispers against the shell of her ear.
She feels the growl in his chest, his skin warm against her own. Her breath hitches in her chest.
“You couldn’t.”
His hands easily engulf her wrists, the fingers quick despite their size. He pins her hands above her head, holding them down and he presses closer to her, the tip of his tongue trailing along her jaw-line.
Belle’s eyes close despite her best efforts not to give in. His leg slips between hers, pushing them apart as his teeth nip along her collar bone. He can feel the heat against his knee as his lips move across her breasts.
She’s struggling for control beneath him, to keep her mind clear and sharp.
“Tell me your name,” she breathes, fingers flexing.
His tongue traces circles around her hardened nipple and he smirks as she shudders, goose bumps covering her skin.
After a moment he moves back up her body, his knee pressing against her lower lips. Her head turns and she lets out a shaky breath. His nose pushes her hair from her ear before he nips at the lobe, the sound of her moan causing his own body to shiver.
“Please,” she breathes, cheek pressed against his.
He turns his head, lips hovering just above hers as his knee shifts, and grinds into her some. She shudders again.
“Nicholas,” he whispers, the word trapped between their lips as she kisses him.
Fandom: Beauty and the Beast.
Characters: Beast/Belle.
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 433.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Note: I feel so very dirty for writing and posting this. Would it be weird to dedicate this to radiocakes?
Summary: “Tell me your real name.”
Her hair cascades over her shoulders, tickles the planes of his chest. There’s a lazy smile on his face and she reaches up to brush her fingertip over it. Her hand pauses.
“Tell me your real name.”
His smile falters and Belle feels the slight hiccup of his heart, throwing the calm beating of it off course. Her palm presses against his skin, thumb tracing over the curve of his pectoral.
He’s silent for too long and she grows restless.
An eye opens, “Why?”
“I can’t keep calling you Beast forever,” she frowns.
The sheet slips down her slender back as she sits up, pulls away from his warm embrace. The window is open and she can feel the breeze against her skin, the cool lick of spring air. He shifts as he watches her, lifting himself to his elbows.
“It’s a perfectly suitable name, Belle.”
Her frown deepens. “You’re not a beast,” she says, “not anymore.”
His hands curl around her waist and she’s on her back before she realizes it. His blue eyes are alight with something she can’t quiet name, something too familiar from their first meeting.
“I could be,” he whispers against the shell of her ear.
She feels the growl in his chest, his skin warm against her own. Her breath hitches in her chest.
“You couldn’t.”
His hands easily engulf her wrists, the fingers quick despite their size. He pins her hands above her head, holding them down and he presses closer to her, the tip of his tongue trailing along her jaw-line.
Belle’s eyes close despite her best efforts not to give in. His leg slips between hers, pushing them apart as his teeth nip along her collar bone. He can feel the heat against his knee as his lips move across her breasts.
She’s struggling for control beneath him, to keep her mind clear and sharp.
“Tell me your name,” she breathes, fingers flexing.
His tongue traces circles around her hardened nipple and he smirks as she shudders, goose bumps covering her skin.
After a moment he moves back up her body, his knee pressing against her lower lips. Her head turns and she lets out a shaky breath. His nose pushes her hair from her ear before he nips at the lobe, the sound of her moan causing his own body to shiver.
“Please,” she breathes, cheek pressed against his.
He turns his head, lips hovering just above hers as his knee shifts, and grinds into her some. She shudders again.
“Nicholas,” he whispers, the word trapped between their lips as she kisses him.