I'm not marrying Gaston.
I think I would have accepted had he proposed while we were together but he never did, and I'm glad for it. I would have accepted in a heartbeat, I'm sure of that. It's terrifying how sex can warp someone's mind, how it can be so easily confused with love. Because I did think I was in love- at least that I loved him. And I even told myself he loved me back though he never said it.
I don't know what to think.
He even arranged a wedding outside my door, for heaven's sake. Does he love me? Does he miss me? What do I mean to him?
At the end it all boils down to sex, I think. What else? Sex, after all, is all we ever did.
A/N: This is my first fic in years! I'm excited and terrified but here we are. I discovered the Disney Kink Meme livejournal recently- I am very, very late to this, I know- and I just had to write something. It will have smut and something like romance. This all 'happens' before the movie events, and of course I took some liberties with the settings, time period, and characters. Needless to say, I hope you enjoy this.
