Professional Girlfriend
By: RosexKnight
Anon Prompted: What motivated Belle to take the job? Does she do this often (if so, how did she get into this?)
Chapter Two
"So uh…how does one become a…?"
"Professional girlfriend?"
"Yes that."
Lacey gave him a grin from the passenger seat. He certainly wasn't the worst one she'd ever done this for, but was definitely the only one who'd been desperate enough to go to Craigslist. Really, they had both been very lucky the other wasn't a serial killer. He'd been a perfect gentleman as they went over their facade, even making a very good cup of tea for her. With their roles set, they were on their way to the city for the party.
"I did it for one of my friends back in highschool. Gaston. He was gay but needed to cover it up." Lacey said, giving the honest answer for once. They always asked this question. But something was making her like Gold that much more. "So I helped him by pretending to be his girlfriend in exchange for him taking me on dates, feeding me, helping me with homework, normal couple stuff. Then a big break-up happened when he came out. Everyone was shocked and had no idea. I guess something clicked and I realized I was good at it. And if you're good at something…"
"Why do it for free?" Gold gave her a grin.
"Exactly."
The conversation was light the rest of the way to the party. As they approached it, a valet took their car and Lacey had never seen a more luxurious hotel.
"It's a business party celebrating a new partnership for my old partner." Gold explained again, leaning on his cane as they walked. "It won't be too bad."
"It's the nicest place I've ever been." She said with a smile, falling into her role flawlessly. In a blink, though, she was out of it.
Gold had put her hand on her waist as they neared the room. No. That wasn't right. It was far too high.
"Put your hand lower." Lacey said, and Gold gaped at her. She rolled her eyes half-heartedly, taking her hand and sliding it to the small of her back. "Too high means we're still new. We've been together almost six months, remember?"
"But…" Gold wavered. He had no objections to this. None. At all. But her backless dress was just that. Practically backless. Gold's hand was over a rather generous patch of skin, his palm easily feeling her warmth. "Isn't it…?"
"It's only skin."
"But…"
"Look, have you and Belle had sex yet?"
It was a bold question. Not like her role at all. But it snapped Gold back into things. He just needed to be reminded this wasn't a first date. It was an official debut of his girlfriend after six months of dating.
"Perhaps." He said.
Lacey shook her head. "No no. Once you've had sex with someone things chance. Including how you touch. Too high means we haven't done anything and you're scared to touch me. Are you scared to touch me, Ruben?"
Yes. Yes he was. But perhaps not Belle. His grip on her waist tightened, and she smiled.
"No." He said.
"Have you and Belle done the mattress mombo?"
"We are not calling it that."
"Horizontal tango?"
"No."
Lacey pouted. "You're no fun."
Gold chuckled, but somehow felt…lighter. Lacey had flawlessly put him right back at ease.
"Yes. Belle and I have…made love."
Lacey blinked, but then giggled. "Well we'll go over the difference between that and fucking later, but I can work with that. Ready?"
No. No he wasn't. But it was far too late now. "Of course, dearie."
And when he put his hand on her this time, not only was it in the right spot, but he went so far as to pull her in close. Yes. That was more like it.