A/N: This happens right after Vincent's phone call. Thank you to everyone who reviewed last time, I tried to take everything you guys said into account. I hope this is even better than last time!

He grabbed the hand playing on chest and brought it to his lips, kissing softly. She twisted onto her stomach so she had better access to him, watching as he kissed her fingers.

She didn't bother leaning up to find his face, choosing instead to lift up the hem of his shirt and began kissing his skin as it was revealed. He wasn't a big man, but he had a wiry sort of strength. His muscles were taut and trembling slightly under her mouth.

She kissed her way up to his mouth, pleased when he gripped her hair and pulled her mouth down on his, his tongue plundering her's hotly. She groaned into his mouth as he bit down on her bottom lip. Their kiss was lips and tongue and teeth and Belle couldn't catch her breath fast enough.

She wound a hand in his hair, tugging roughly so his neck was barred to her. She nipped lightly at his skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to cause his hips to grind into hers. Distractingly, she could feel his hardness against her hipbone.

Keeping her mouth on his neck she straddled him, rubbing her hands up and down his bare chest. He leaned up quickly, the hem of her shirt in his hands, and tugged it over her head.

"Off," he growled when he saw she slept in a bra. She was too consumed with passion to laugh as the pulled the offending garment off.

He was on top of her in an instant, one hand on an exposed breast while his mouth attacked the other. She moaned his name softly as his tongue bathed the hard nub. She had both hands in his hair, attempting to keep him in place as her hands played under the elastic band of his pajama pants. She was pleased to find he didn't sleep in underwear, allowing her fingers to brush against the head of his erection.

The feel of her fingers on him sent him into a frenzy, his hips bucking into her hand as his mouth found her other breast.

She pushed his pants down as far as her arms could reach, freeing him. Her hand gripped the shaft firmly and she tugged.

"Belle," he groaned, tearing his mouth from her. She took advantage of his distraction to get him on his back again. She crouched next to him drinking in the sight of him before she wrested his pants completely off, leaving him naked in front of her.

Before he could do anything to stop her she pressed another open mouthed kiss on the head of his cock, smiling when he moaned loudly.

"Please..." He whispered. It was all the invitation she needed. She gripped his length in one hand and lowered her mouth on the rest. He sighed loudly as if he had spent his entire life waiting for this moment. She let him enjoy it for a second, holding him completely still in her mouth before she began bobbing her head up and down. She flattened her tongue against the back of his cock, running it up and down the sensitive parts as she sucked, occasionally taking her hand off of him to cup his balls.

His breathing was shallow and labored and she was sure he wasn't going to last long. She began moving faster, alternating her tongue between long strokes and swirling around his head.

He gripped her hair and pulled her off of him, his eyes half crazed. "Belle."

"Yes?" She smiled, her lips red and swollen from her previous ministrations.

"No more." He was so close, he was in danger of finishing in her mouth. Normally that would have been enjoyable but after her earlier confession of love he wanted to make her feel good too. He needed a minute or two of no stimulation before he went back in.

He pulled her up so he could kiss her hard, a surge of lust pulsing through him when he tasted himself on her tongue.

He flipped her roughly on her back and yanked off her shorts. She was too lovely for words, all lush curves and soft skin and part of him wanted to lay himself at her feet and worship her like a goddess.

Those thoughts were erased when she arched up slightly, wanting him to touch her somewhere. He shook his head, vowing he would tell her how he felt another day. Tonight he would show her.

He settled himself in between her thighs, pushing them open slowly; relishing the sight of his hands on her legs.

"Rush!" Her voice was high and needy, all the invitation he needed. He buried his face between her legs, keeping his hands in place to hold her close. She was hot, and one quick swipe of his tongue sent her arching off the bed.

She tasted like nothing he had ever had tasted before, sweet and sultry and musky and subtle. He thought he could spend forever there if she would let him.

He moved his tongue slightly, exploring. He didn't have much experience in this area, but she was keening and breathing hard, her hands on his head to keep him in place. As he licked he moved a hand to slide a finger insider her wet heat, groaning into her when she clamped down. She was tight around him as he pushed another finger in, twisting slightly. Her hand yanked hard on his hair, pulling his mouth up just slightly. He moved his tongue up and she arched again, pushing her hips harder into his mouth.

He pulled his fingers out quickly, settling himself on top of her, guiding his cock against her. He was about to ask her if she was ready when another thought occurred to him.

"Belle. Are you using some sort of birth control?" He supposed he should have asked her that the last time, but it hadn't seemed important.

She leaned up and kissed him. "Of course. Are you concerned about diseases?"

"I am clean," he told her honestly. He usually took more precaution.

"Me too. Put. It. In."

He didn't need any more persuasion than that. With one long stroke he was home, buried balls deep in his Belle. She sighed loudly as he pressed his mouth against her. He was already so close, he needed her to come first. His hips moved against her quickly as she raked her nails down his back. They were both covered in a slick sheen of sweat and he pounded into her harder. Her breath began coming into short bursts before she cried out, her walls constricting hard against him. He looked down at her, never breaking his rhythm, as she arched off the bed, her hands tangled in sheets.

Three quick pumps later he followed her over the edge, holding himself fully in her as he came.

He pulled himself out slowly, rolling off her and pulling her into his arms. Her eyes were closed and he leaned down to claim a lazy kiss.

"Good night, Belle," he sighed into her hair. She nestled closer into his chest, sighing softly.

"Good night."