"AAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH" the Beast yells. "That hurts," he mumbles as he flinches away from Belle.

"If you held still, it wouldn't hurt so much," Belle retorted.

"Well if you hadn't run away, none of this would've happened!"

"If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!"

The two continued bickering as the servants watched, amused. Eventually, the Beast rolled over and fell asleep. Belle walked over to the servants

"Thank you, miss," Mrs. Potts said. "We are eternally grateful."

"Why do you care about him so much?" Belle asked.

"We've looked after him all his life."

"But he's cursed you somehow. Why? You did nothing."

"You're quite right there, dear," Mrs. Potts looked very sad just then. "You see, when the master

lost his mother, and his cruel father took that sweet, innocent lad and twisted him up to be just like him... we did nothing," she sighed, looking upon the Beast thoughtfully. "Let him sleep."

Belle looked over at the Beast's sleeping form and shook her head. "I think I'll stay, if that's okay. I'll continue reading, and let him be." Mrs. Potts smiled warmly and nodded, leaving the room with Lumiere and Cogsworth in tow.

Belle sat back down in the chaise, pulling her feet up under her. She quickly was absorbed into the story, Romeo and Juliet as per usual. In his sleep, the Beast sighed heavily. Belle looked over at him, finally being able to get a good look at him without him noticing and becoming self-conscious. She took in his enormous body, all 7 or so feet of muscle and fur. She watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed and for a moment imagined how it might feel to lay her head on his massive pecs. She felt a blush warm her face and felt ashamed.

Suddenly, the Beast groaned in his sleep, a low deep sound from deep in his throat. She jumped slightly and instinctively reached out to help him, realizing he was still asleep, she let her hand fall against his forearm. She softly stroked the fur and moved slowly to his hand er- paw. In his sleep, the Beast grasped her hand and Belle reveled in the warmth.

She stood slowly as to not disturb their intertwined hands, and laid down next to him.

What am I doing? She thought to herself. He shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his side and throwing one arm protectively over her. In this new position, she could feel his warm breath against her neck and shivered. She felt the warmth radiating through her, into her belly. She sighed audibly and the Beast awoke.

"Ahh!" he yelped, jumping away from her.

"I'm so sorry," they said at the same time. The Beast looked at her, curiously.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked. She sat up, looking embarrassed.

"You looked so peaceful and felt so warm," She started getting out of bed but the Beast stopped her, holding onto her hand.

"No!" he said quickly. "It's alright. Stay, if you'd like." Slowly, they both relaxed, laying back down. She rested her head against his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her protectively. He looked down at her face.

"What are you thinking?" he asked quietly. She turned her head to look at him.

"I've never laid with a man before," she whispered.
"Oh!" he said, realizing the double meaning.

"Don't act so surprised, I'm not some sort of harlot."

"No! No, I never would've thought- I didn't mean to assume. I'm just surprised you would tell me something so personal."

"Have you," she started. "Laid with a woman before?" He thought about it for a pregnant pause.

"In my old life, I was with many women. They would come from all over the kingdom, hoping to become the next Princess. Using their um, womanly charms to court me." He couldn't look at her, ashamed by his behavior. But Belle wasn't angry or disgusted. Only curious.

"Have you ever… in this body?" she asked, not daring to look at him.
He scoffed, "Who would ever want to make love to a Beast?" Belle gulped. I do. She thought. She looked up at him.

"Could you show me?" she croaked. The Beast was taken aback. Never had he imagined a woman as beautiful as Belle would be this close to him, much less ask him to bed her. He cleared his throat.

"Belle…" he started. "I think you're very tired. Maybe you should go." She sat up abruptly.

"Yes," she said quickly, gathering her things. "You're right, of course. I'll leave you alone." Before the Beast could stop her, she fled the room. The Beast groaned, running his hands through the hair-like fur on his head, and flopped back unto the bed. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He thought to himself.

Later that night, in her chambers, Belle paced back and forth. Mme De Garderobe was sound asleep, as usual. Belle had sent Mrs. Potts to find Plumette, hoping she would be able to help.

"Bonjour!" Plumette said as she flew into the room. "How may I be of service?"

Belle sat at the edge of the bed, and looked down at her hands. She didn't know what to say. She sighed, and looked up at Plumette.

"Have you ever… with Lumiere?" she said, sheepishly. If Plumette was insulted, she didn't show it. She laughed and floated down next to Belle.

"Yes, ma Cherie," she giggled. "I have, with Lumiere. Why do you ask?" Belle felt fire in her cheeks, knowing she was as red as a tomato.

"I've never… been with a man before. The men in my village found me beautiful, but never cared what I had to say. I could never give myself to someone who treats me like a dumb child. The Beast… he listens to me. He tests me intellectually, he makes me laugh, I-" love him. She almost said. "Care for him," she said instead. Plumette listened silently, nodding occasionally. When Belle was finished, she looked down at the swam shaped duster, embarrassed.

"So, you want to… with the Master?" Plumette asked, no judgement in her voice. Belle nodded slowly. "Then you should!" Plumette said happily. "What's stopping you?"

"He is!" Belle said, frustrated. "I asked him! And he just, shot me down!"

"Oh! Oh my, I see," Plumette said. "That is an issue. I will help. Now, listen carefully."

Plumette walked Belle through several seduction techniques, and helped her pick out the perfect outfit.

Later that evening, Belle went to the Beast's room. He was nowhere to be found, so she sat on the edge of his bed and waited for him to return. She adjusted the long silk nightgown she was wearing, crossing and uncrossing her legs, figuring out how much thigh to show, whether to let a strap fall off her shoulder. As she moved and shifted, she didn't notice the Beast had walked in. He watched her silently, confused more than anything. He looked at her, the way the silk hugs her curves, the way the slit showed too much of her thigh to be proper. He felt a warm tightness in his lower stomach. He cleared his throat.

"Ah!" Belle yelped. "Hello," she squeaked, silently cursing her nerves. "Hello," she tried again, slower and more seductively. The Beast cocked a brow.

"Belle," he started. "What are you doing? In my room?"

"I wanted to surprise you," she said sheepishly. "I wanted to-"

"Seduce me?"

"….Is it working?"

"Belle…" he sighed. "I think this is a bad idea." Belle stood then, and walked over to him. She laid a hand on his chest just above his heart. He stiffened but didn't pull away. She moved slowly, running her hand over his shoulders, up to his neck when he groans. He hadn't felt a touch like this in many years. She hesitated but didn't stop. She brought her hand up to his face, stood up on her toes and leaned in. Everything happened so fast.

The Beast wrapped his arms around her slight frame and kissed her hard. She groaned in the back of her throat and ran her fingers through his hair, like grabbing on for dear life. He picked her, holding her by her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt something hard poking into her center and quickly realized it was him! He was hard for her. He pushed her up against his closed door and kissed her feverishly.

Gaining confidence, she rocked her hips against the bulge and the Beast growled against her lips. He kissed down her neck, and leaned his head against her shoulder. He breathed in deeply, intoxicated by the smell of her hair. She arched her back, pressing her chest to his. He gripped her hips tightly and rolled his hips into her, making her moan. He began grinding against her and she matched his movements. She felt hot all over.

"Please," she gasped. "More." The Beast happily complied, dry humping her roughly against the wall as she moaned. She felt a tightness in her stomach and began panting. His bulge rubbed against her most sensitive bud and she screamed. In a second she was standing, the Beast a few feet from her, looking… scared?

"What's wrong?" he started. "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry Belle, please forgive me." Belle laughed, breathless, and shook her head.

"No! That was amazing. I've never felt that kind of pleasure before." She stepped towards him, and he stepped away. He looked down at his feet.

"Belle, I think you should leave." He said quietly, but sternly. Her face crumpled.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" She asked. "I didn't want to stop."

"Go. Now. Please." The Beast said, resolute. He turned and walked away, towards his balcony. She stared at his back, suddenly feeling ashamed and dirty. She turned and fled through the door she had previously been up against, leaving the Beast alone.