AN: So. My first foray into writing Fanfiction. I hope this comes out as nicely as it did in my head. Enjoy~
Disclaimer: Does not own BatB. Will be rich and not here otherwise.
Summary: Sometimes, Adam missed his cursed beastly body.
Legs
"Honestly," huffed Belle, as she tended to him at his bedside.
Wincing as he felt another jolt of pain through his twisted ankle, he glowered at his weak human legs.
"Then again, you should have known better than to jump an entire flight of stairs with one leap," mused Belle, with a twinkle in her eye.
Nose/Ears
'Dinner's ready', he noted from the fragrance of stews and cooked meat. 'Time to look for Belle'
He could always find her Before, her scent (daffodilsandrosesandsunshine) and the crinkle of turned pages were indications of her current location. But now, she was proving to be difficult to find. Was she in the library, or the tower, or the garden? He missed the ease in which he could detect her Before.
"Looking for me?"
He jumped from her sudden appearance, so lost was he in his thoughts. He hadn't even noticed her approach!
Belle giggled at his stunned expression, and pulled him to the dining room.
He felt a smile gracing his face as he followed her lead.
Teeth
"Argh!"
He scowled at his plate of steak. His steak sat innocently on his plate, and refused to be sliced into bite sized pieces. Maybe it was the fault of his knife?
He studied the serrated edges of his knife, and couldn't help comparing them to his previous implements. This flimsy knife didn't stand a chance, in his opinion.
Noticing his mounting anger, Belle caught his attention.
"This is how you do it," she said as she demonstrated how to cut her steak neatly.
Resisting the urge to tear of a chunk of meat, he breathed and composed himself.
'Slowly does it,' he thought as he followed her lead.
Claws
This was the feature he missed the most, if he had to choose. It was his natural weapons, and he felt naked and defenseless without them.
They were the reason Belle was alive and breathing by his side. They were the reason he was able to save her from the wolves that dreadful night.
How was he supposed to protect her without them? How was he supposed to protect himself without them?
He resolved to take some form of self defense lessons. Possibly fencing?
Looking at his Belle snoozing under the shade of her favorite tree, he felt a surge of protectiveness.
"Never again," he vowed, as he caressed her lovely face.
Fur
He shivered as he made his way through the drafty castle, in search for his missing Belle. The only evidence of her sleeping was a warm depression by his bedside.
It was one in a long series of dark winter nights. He couldn't seem to recall ever feeling warm!
He finally spotted a glow of a fireplace by the next corner, and found Belle huddled under a mass of furs, reading a book.
Belle noticed him as he entered the room, and gestured at him to join her under the blankets.
"Come here, it's freezing!"
Under the heavy furs, he listened as she started reading her book out loud, and felt his icy limbs starting to warm up slowly.
Perhaps it wasn't that cold anymore.