AN: Hey guys, it's been a very long time since I had inspiration for this story. I have decided to make the story branch with his daughter into a sequel instead of a continuation of the other story. This picks up right where the other is going to leave off because I have three chapters I'm going to transfer from that story to this one, and they will be removed from the other. As always, let me know what you all think, I hope I can continue this.

Chapter 1: An Interrupted Bliss

Belle awoke with her head on a smooth, though now familiar, chest. Her head lifted slightly with each of Adam's slow, deep breaths. She smiled to herself, remembering the glorious lovemaking from the night before. She bit her lip thoughtfully as she slowly lifted her head, so as not to disturb her lover.

She looked up to his peaceful face, a slight stubble beginning to grow reminding Belle of his previous form. She shook silently with a small laugh as she imagined his facial hair as the fur trying to reemerge.

Adam lazily opened his eyes to the small chuckle Belle was still trying to control.

He smiled, the corners of his mouth turning up, as he stared thoughtfully at his Beauty.

"Now what are you laughing at?" he asked, teasingly.

Belle reached up a hand as she leaned on his chest and felt the rough hair on his cheek.

"I guess you're not so fur-less after all," she responded, still trying to suppress laughter.

The former Beast caught her hand and traced his face with it, leaning into it as he did so. He stared into her eyes as he slowly removed the small hand and placed it to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

Belle melted, closing her eyes and savoring the feeling of his soft lips. Adam smiled slightly against her hand, enjoying the feeling of affection spreading between them.

He released her hand to pull her closer so they were nearly nose to nose. Adam lifted his chin and pulled Belle's face to his as he gently placed a feather-light kiss on her lips.

Belle pulled away, a taunting smile tugging at her lips. She drew her face nearer to his again, as though she intended to kiss him once more, but at the last moment she turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.

Adam chuckled softly. "What game are you playing?"

Belle said nothing but grinned widely, tracing the corners of his face.

She once again drew her face near but this time placed a searing kiss on his forehead. He laughed again trying to pull her mouth to his once more but she pulled away swiftly, laughing all the while.

She once again kissed his face; his cheek, the tip of his nose, the very edge of his mouth, teasing and laughing between kisses.

After she kissed the corner of his mouth, Adam decided he would have his own turn in her little game. He suddenly flipped them, agile as a lion, with the prowess his beastly body had once possessed.

Belle let out a small gasp as the positions were swapped and before she knew it, Adam held both her wrists above her head in an iron grip as he assaulted her own face with small pecks.

Finally he kissed her mouth but instead of the short kisses from before, he held his lips to her's, moving their mouths in a steady rhythm.

The kiss deepened quickly as Belle willingly opened up to him. He released her wrists from above her head so that he could caress her face and hair as he did so, and she in turn touched him, pulling his face closer to her's, even though their mouths were already touching, dancing in their intricate rhythm.

She wanted to draw him in as close as possible as she stroked his tongue with her own, intertwining their souls once more with their passion.

...

It was early autumn and the leaves had just begun to turn brilliant shades of red and orange and yellow. The weather was warm enough to go outside of the castle but a hint of an autumn wind had begun to creep toward the palace, cooling the air, and rustling the fallen leaves.

Adam had suggested they take an afternoon ride before it got too dark. Belle happily agreed, shrieking with laughter as Adam swooped her up and half ran down the castle steps to the stables.

When he finally placed her on her feet, Belle was breathless but grinning. She opened the door to the stalls where the horses were kept and found Lumiere saddling Adam's pitch black stallion.

Belle smiled and greeted him before walking to her own horse, a stark white mare.

"Brisé," she cooed to the horse, and then pet the soft face and silver mane.

Adam helped Lumiere finish with the reins before calling Belle over to help her mount. Adam pulled himself on behind her, wrapping his arms around her so that he, too, could hold the reins.

Belle looked behind her and smiled sheepishly at him, enjoying the warmth his body on hers always brought.

Adam smiled back then nudged the horse with his heels.

"Let's go, Obscurité," he said as he directed the reins toward the trail into the forest.

The weather was gusty, and shade cast by the tall trees kept the couple cool. They rode slowly, talking and laughing, simply enjoying each other's company.

The weather slowly cooled as the sun began its descent but Adam and Belle continued to ride, not wanting to end their time outdoors quite yet.

"I love this shade of red," Belle thought aloud, grabbing hold of a leaf as it trailed slowly to the forest floor.

"I do as well," pondered Adam, before stating, "I think it has to be my second favorite shade of red."

"Oh really? What would your favorite be then?" Belle asked, curious.

"Why that, my dear, would have to be the lovely shade of red in that auburn hair of yours," he said, grasping a lock between his thumb and index finger.

Belle blushed furiously, grinning to herself, before placing her hand on top of one of Adam's which still grasped the reins.

Adam smiled and brushed his fingers on her neck and shoulder before replacing them on the reins.

"We should head back," he said at last, turning Obscurité back toward the castle.

Belle nodded before leaning back against Adam's chest, snuggling into his warm body. They rode like this all the way to the castle.

...

After bathing and supper, Belle and Adam sat once more by the fireplace reading a book together. They had just finished the climax of the novel when the door to the library suddenly burst open, revealing a nervous Lumiere.

"Master, may I speak with you privately for a moment?" Belle furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Lumiere had never made such a request before for as long as she had known him, but she was certain Adam would discuss it with her later.

"I'll give you two the room," she said, standing and squeezing Adam's forearm reassuringly before she departed.

"Lumiere, what is it? Is everything alright?"

Lumiere looked at the floor nervously, as though he knew not how to form the words.

"You have a guest, sir. She... she claims to be your daughter."

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