Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'Beauty and the Beast' nor am I profiting from this.
Pairing(s): Adam/Belle.
Warning(s): None.
Word Count: 110.
"You're falling asleep," Belle teases, pulling her finger from a tangle, "I cannot get up should you fall asleep on me."
Her legs are beginning to tingle and go numb, but she makes no moves to twist away from him or push him off. The Beast breathes heavily, rubbing his massive nose into her skirt. It smells like the library: paper perfume and dust for no matter how hard Plumette works, nothing can wipe away the age.
"You smell like the library," he says. "I could learn to like the smell."
Her cheeks flush pink as she threads her fingers through his fur, "You're beginning to smell like the library."
