This verse is turning into smut. Not even sorry.

Chapter 3

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Gold awoke to the sound of the clock on the nightstand ticking again. Only this time, he wasn't hung over, his head wasn't pounding, and he knew exactly where he was.

The night before was, quite frankly, one of the most, if not THE most intense, astounding sexual encounters he had ever experienced in the entirety of his life. And it wasn't even actual sex, although he supposed that oral sex most certainly counted on some level.

Gold came so hard when she went down on him the first time that Belle actually had to change the bedding, it was that much of a mess. Gold was quite embarrassed, but Belle brushed it off and said 'these things happen' as if she expected that her skill at fellatio was going to cause an explosion of bodily fluids on his part. Of course, the only orgasms he reached in the past three years were self-inflicted, but that was most certainly not the only reason for his massive level of ejaculation. The girl had skills, that was for damn sure.

As he recalled their night, Gold sleepily stretched onto Belle's side of the bed, grasping her empty pillow and taking in a large whiff of her scent still lingering there. After he and Belle had assembled a fresh set of bedding, they decided that once simply wasn't enough, and to be fair, he hadn't done much for her the first time around. Belle indicated that she wasn't all that interested in his returning the favor orally, as it just wasn't something she enjoyed. He did, however, offer to use his hands as a tool of providing her with pleasure, and for that, she was more than compliant. His fingers were long and thin and she savored every moment as she became wet for him. She allowed him to lick her bare breasts while he fondled her down there, accidentally nipping her a bit when she let out her first orgasmic squeal. He was quite apologetic over that mishap, but she didn't seem to mind much at all.

The entire experience left him satiated and quite exhausted, but once Belle had reached climax she insisted on pleasuring him once again, and who was he to argue with a beautiful woman who wanted to give him more head? This time Belle was prepared, darting into the bathroom to obtain a towel for any messes that were about to occur, and occur they did.

After his second mind-blowing orgasm of the evening, Gold sank back into the pillow and all but blacked out from the experience. The last thing he remembered before falling into a deep, relaxing sleep was Belle snuggling into his arms and asking if he was comfortable. He mumbled something, though he wasn't sure what that was, then enervation overtook him completely.

The clock read nine twenty-five, and he wondered how long Belle had been awake. He would have liked for her to have woken him so that they could perhaps have another moment of orgasmic bliss to start the day with, but he presumed that she thought she was being considerate by allowing him to sleep in as long as needed.

Gold sat up, ran his fingers through his hair, and pondered all that had happened in the past forty-eight hours. How he had gone from a hellish day in court to drinking himself into a stupor in a bar to a night of amazing oral sex with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen was mind boggling to him. Perhaps it was a dream, he wondered. Perhaps he was still sleeping off the prior night's drinking binge, or even in the hospital with alcohol poisoning. Maybe he was dead, he considered that as well. Things like this did not happen to him. And yet, here he was, completely naked in the bed of a woman he had barely known for a day.

From what he had gotten to know of Belle, she certainly didn't strike him as a 'one-night stand' type of girl. No, that was not like her at all, he was sure of that. Truth be told, it wasn't like him either. He never much cared for impassive flings, and even when he was a young lad his father chided him for being 'too emotional' when it came to relationships. Feelings always got the better of him, and it was what led him to believe, after a string of bad relationships, that he was better off alone.

Now there was Belle. He had no idea where to go with this, if anywhere – or everywhere. She was pure beauty, pure light, and far more than a monster such as he deserved. There was a definite pull between them, as if they were destined to meet. He just wished it was at a better time in his life, although he wasn't convinced there would ever be one of those. Wanting to see her again, to taste her kisses and hold her in his arms, his worry about where this was going be damned, Gold reached for his cane, stood up, and proceeded to locate some of the clothes he had been wearing the night prior.


Belle sat at the small table in her kitchen, dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of underwear, and quietly sipped her morning coffee. The night before was – Belle couldn't even come up with a word or words to describe what it was. She knew she had an impulsive streak in her, everyone knew that, but not when it came to that. In fact, Belle had a reputation among those who knew her for being very standoffish with men in general. It's not that she didn't like men, she just didn't particularly care for mindless sex. If she was going to give herself to man, it was going to be for something more than just physical. She strung Glenn along for months before she finally agreed to bed him, and then dumped him less than a week later. He was a horrible lover – selfish and far too fast for her taste, and truth be told he wasn't that well-endowed despite his constant bragging. He was nothing at all like Callum Gold.

Belle smiled just thinking about him. She was drawn to him like a moth to light, and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why. There was just something about him that she couldn't quite find the words to explain, and she certainly couldn't explain how the man brought her to the best orgasm she'd ever experienced with nothing more than the touch of his hand and lips. Belle was pulled out of her fantasy when a small knock came at the back door that led into her kitchen. She looked up to see Ruby standing at the door. Belle got up and opened the door to let her in.

"Belle, why aren't you ready?" Ruby asked as she entered.

"Ready for what?" Belle asked.

"It's SUNDAY, Belle." Belle thought about it for a moment, then suddenly recalled what her usual routine was.

"Oh, crap, yoga class, I totally forgot, I'm so sorry," Belle said apologetically.

"It's okay, I'm a little early, I can wait," Ruby said, and she sat down at the table. "So – did you ditch the asshole like I told you to?"

"He's not an asshole," Belle insisted.

"Come to class with me tomorrow, you'll see." Belle grinned a bit.

"I have to work, Ruby, I can't go to class with you. Maybe you should actually get to know him before judging him – he's a very sweet man."

"Belle, I have a list of words that the entire class uses to describe him. 'Sweet' is not even in the top – anything. Now come on – go change, we're gonna be late for class."

"Ruby, I – I can't go to class with you today, I -" Just as Belle began her sentence, Gold entered the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and his button-down shirt, which was wide open. His hair was tousled and he had a bit of stubble on his face. Ruby looked up at him and gasped in shock, then looked over at Belle, who slightly bit her lip and smirked.

"I, um - I'm gonna go back in the other room," Gold said, and he ducked out of the room much faster than he entered. Ruby's eyes widened as she looked over at Belle.

"Oh. My. God. You SLEPT with him?!"

"It just kind of happened, Ruby. I wasn't planning on – but then he kissed me and -"

"Okay, I don't want to hear it, I don't even want to know," Ruby said, covering her ears as she stood up. "How could you?! Belle, come ON, Glenn spent MONTHS begging you and then in one night you and GOLD, the biggest jackass in the world -"

"I told you, it just kind of happened. We didn't technically do anything yet, neither of us had protection on us, so we just -"

"Oh my god, please stop! I – I'm gonna go, I need to bleach my eyes AND my brain before I go to yoga class."

"Ruby – I really like him. I don't want this to mess up our friendship, but – I want to keep seeing him."

"Hey – go for it. Don't say I didn't warn you. I'll call you later." Ruby charged out the door, and Belle let out a loud sigh as she stood up and made her way back to the bedroom. Gold was sitting on the edge of the bed; he had finished getting dressed aside from his suit jacket. Belle sat down next to him.

"Sorry about that," Belle said, taking his hand.

"I will say tomorrow's class will be quite awkward," Gold replied.

"You want some breakfast?" Belle asked.

"Alright," Gold replied.

"What do you like?"

"I like what's sitting next to me on the bed," Gold teased. Belle giggled, then kissed him softly on the lips.

"I meant to eat," she said.

"So did I," Gold retorted, and Belle blushed a bit. She moved in to kiss him again, their tongues slightly intertwining this time.

"Are we crazy?" Belle asked when they pulled their lips apart.

"I will admit I haven't ruled out that possibility," Gold replied.

"So – did you have plans today?" Belle asked.

"Not particularly, no. You?"

"Well, I was supposed to go to yoga class with Ruby this morning but obviously that didn't happen."

"My plans this weekend were, quite honestly, sitting in my darkened apartment with a bottle of Scotch but – somehow that didn't come to fruition." Belle paused for a moment before speaking up again.

"I have Netflix – if you want to stay here today," Belle responded, and Gold smirked.

"Let me go home and change first – and perhaps – bring a few things back."

"Like what?" Belle asked.

"Let's just say I'm going to make a pit stop at the drug store – if that would be to your pleasure."

"Can you buy some popcorn? I don't have any here," Belle said playfully.

"I'll add that to the list," Gold replied.

"Let me make you breakfast before you head out," Belle said, and she stood up and sauntered toward the door, as Gold watched her every move. When she noticed that he wasn't following her, Belle stopped and turned to look back at him. "Aren't you coming?" she asked. Gold reached for his cane and stood up, then picked up his suit jacket, flung it over his shoulder, and followed her.