Hey friends! So sorry about that last chapter, but I don't plan on taking it down, because this is where I want to go with the story so. Yeah. It stays. For those who are returning, thank you so much for sticking with me all this time and for those who are just finding this story, welcome! Anyways, I'm honestly still trying to come to terms with the fact that they actually gave in! You'd think they'd have more restraint…(lol it's ironic that I'm saying this because I wrote it and I obviously knew where I was going with this story). Well, regardless, this weekend, I plan on releasing at the least one more chapter, so please please PLEASE review, favorite, follow, all of it, i don't know but I do know that I'd really appreciate it if I could get some feedback. Thanks loves, and remember, this is TJ Banks, signing off!
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This is a bad idea
This is an awful solution
This is a BAD idea
These maxims rang loud and clear each time his hands caressed Belle's body. With each impulsive collision of their skin his mind screamed it again:
This is a bad idea
This is an awful solution
This is a BAD idea
Thoroughly ignoring his own common sense, Adam continued to give into the temptation that laid before him, coaxing him on, demanding that he never halt, calling his name and making the short hairs on the back of his neck stand up as she tugged on his red-orange locks. Despite every warning his mind shouted at him and no matter how much he knew their physical reunion would solve nothing, he carelessly ventured on, with his mission clear: make her scream like never before.
He could just see the marks her nails were going to leave in his back when he finally let her go, could just feel the intoxicating warmth that they would create when he would hold her tight in his arms afterwards; caressing her body as she drifted into sleep; and softly kissing her awake in the morning. Although his thoughts were flooded with all the great after-effects of their reunion, he still couldn't shake that nagging voice in his head:
This is a bad idea
This is an awful solution
This is a BAD idea
He brought himself to a halt, before anything unstoppable was put into motion. His common sense had won over, and he was met with a confuse and incredibly disappointed look from his wife
"What's wrong baby? Why did you stop?" she asked quizzically and slightly annoyed at his delay.
"Belle, I just don't think...I just don't think this is a good idea. We were just beginning to reconcile and lay these issues to rest, and I made the mistake of thinking that..." Adam was staring at his bare feet now, too embarrassed to even make eye contact with her. He couldn't believe that he'd let it even get this far when they were actually mending wounds and having an adult discussion
I guess this is the consequence of flirting in a serious situation. He thought to himself as he tried to begin counting the single pieces of thread that lined the snow white rug beneath his feet. Much to Adam's surprise, Belle rose to her feet to meet him where he stood a couple inches from the edge of the bed where he had so gently set her down. After placing the softest kiss on his lips that he had ever felt, she told him how lonely she was. How much she missed his touch while he was gone, and immediately he was struck with a pang of guilt in his chest.
All this time, she had stayed true to her vows, she didn't succumb to temptation and the influence of drink as he did. He was the unfaithful one; he was the one unworthy of her heavenly body and soft touch. He proceeded to button her dress again, but was stopped almost instantly by his wife's soft hands. At her command, he stripped her and himself of their remaining garments as the sun disappeared under the horizon. He then proceeded to fulfill any and every other wish she'd had throughout the evening and well into the night.
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Breathlessly, Belle laid on her back next to her slumbering husband, who had only just fallen asleep and was already snoring. As she turned onto her left side and examined his calm face, she realized that she missed him a lot more than she had let herself admit. She had missed the warmth that he brought, not only at night but, in general. She had missed falling asleep to his snore; she missed falling asleep to the melodious rhythm of his heartbeat as she laid upon his fuzzy chest. She resisted the urge to run her fingers along the dark brown hairs that encased his chest and she began to think about the events that transpired today. As her breathing returned to normal, a small smile placed itself on Belle's mouth. Not only was it a beautiful day outside, but she had finally reconciled with her husband.
Her Husband
It was still kind of weird to think about him being here and his absence being filled. The past two days since his return have been actual hell, full of tears, screaming, and avoidance. There seemed to be no way for things to return back to normal yesterday, but maybe there is hope for them after all. She was determined to stop hiding the way she truly felt from him, he promised to never step out on her again, which he guaranteed was a one time occurance, and they'd just reunited physically. It seems that moving forward with positive spirits and good feelings was unavoidable.
Belle rolled onto her back again as a thoughtful frown spread across her face as she considered what the coming morning would hold. She'd noticed and been slightly deterred by his blatant hesitance that night when he'd said that this wasn't a good idea. When they woke, would he claim that he regretted being with her so quickly? She had felt that it was the perfect moment, while he was thinking the exact opposite.
She didn't want to force him to do something he didn't believe was right, but he wasn't exactly distraught over it either. Belle, plagued by too many doubts to sleep with, slowly rose out of the bed extremely slowly, and covered her naked body with her lilac colored robe that was draped on a lounge chair to the right of the nightstand on her side of the bed, and left their bedchamber. Her destination was her favorite place in the entire castle and among the castle grounds. Her silent slippers soared lightly along the incredibly dim hallways and down the flight of stairs that lead to the greatest gift that she had ever received in life: The library gifted to her by her husband, her Adam, her Beast.