Snow/Belle, "Red is mine"
Prompt: Red is mine
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Snow/Belle, implied Snow/Red, Belle/Red
Rating: M (to be safe)
Word count: 249
Warning: Dubcon elements?
“She's mine,” Snow's voice is a harsh whisper against Belle's ear. Her hand tight on Belle's wrists, pinning her to the wall.
“She loves me.” Belle answers, voice wavering, “It's me she's with.”
Belle closes her eyes tightly, fighting against the sensations Snow's fingers trailing over her body bring out. The touch is over her clothing, brushing against her skin from time to time, but it burns as if she were naked.
“But it's me she wants to be with,” Snow tells her, fingertips tracing a torturous path over her stomach where her shirt has started to ride up, “Me she longs for. It's me she pictures late at night in the dark, when you're between her legs. Is she quiet in bed with you? Hmm?” Snow's fingers slip under Belle's shirt, nails lightly scratching over her ribs, “Silent because she can't trust the name that may come out? She was always loud for me."
Belle shakes her head, tears in her eyes, refusing to admit it, “That's not true.”
“But it is.” her hand slips lower again, teasing against the waist of Belle's skirt and to Belle's surprise she finds herself wishing Snow would just touch her already. She hates herself for the thought.
“No matter what you do, no matter how long you're together, one thing will always remain the same. Red is mine,” the words are a hissed warning against Belle's ear.
“I love her.” Belle whispers desperately.
“You may love her, but she'll always be mine.”
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Snow/Belle, implied Snow/Red, Belle/Red
Rating: M (to be safe)
Word count: 249
Warning: Dubcon elements?
“She's mine,” Snow's voice is a harsh whisper against Belle's ear. Her hand tight on Belle's wrists, pinning her to the wall.
“She loves me.” Belle answers, voice wavering, “It's me she's with.”
Belle closes her eyes tightly, fighting against the sensations Snow's fingers trailing over her body bring out. The touch is over her clothing, brushing against her skin from time to time, but it burns as if she were naked.
“But it's me she wants to be with,” Snow tells her, fingertips tracing a torturous path over her stomach where her shirt has started to ride up, “Me she longs for. It's me she pictures late at night in the dark, when you're between her legs. Is she quiet in bed with you? Hmm?” Snow's fingers slip under Belle's shirt, nails lightly scratching over her ribs, “Silent because she can't trust the name that may come out? She was always loud for me."
Belle shakes her head, tears in her eyes, refusing to admit it, “That's not true.”
“But it is.” her hand slips lower again, teasing against the waist of Belle's skirt and to Belle's surprise she finds herself wishing Snow would just touch her already. She hates herself for the thought.
“No matter what you do, no matter how long you're together, one thing will always remain the same. Red is mine,” the words are a hissed warning against Belle's ear.
“I love her.” Belle whispers desperately.
“You may love her, but she'll always be mine.”