(Author Note: This chapter is rated M. If you want to skip this chapter due to its content, there will be a brief overview of this chapter at the beginning of the next chapter.)

Belle bit into her lip, struggling to accept the night had been real and not a taunting dream. She was watching him collect his overcoat and her handbag from their table, feeding his arms into his overcoat before he shrugged himself into it. His fingers toyed with the collar and lapel of his overcoat, straightening himself, as he turned to start towards her. She did not avoid his eyes, wanting him to see that she had been watching him. A small smile crooked a corner of his mouth as he crossed the room to her, hardly needing to excuse himself with scarcely anyone left in the hall. It was nearly midnight. They had lost all sense of time, while they had been dancing together.

He gestured with his thumb over his shoulder to their table, handing over her handbag. "I didn't see your coat over there."

"I left it in the car." Belle confessed, feeling foolish, as she took her bag from him.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, removing his coat from himself. "Here."

"No, no." Belle tried to stop him from putting his overcoat around her shoulders. "It's going to be freezing out there."

"Yes, it will be and you're the one whose pregnant. You are wearing my coat. No argument." Rumald instructed settling his overcoat over her shoulders and drew the flaps of his coat closed in front of her. His hands lingered at the lapels of his overcoat, while his eyes were aimed down at the bare skin of her chest being revealed between the gap. Belle paid no attention to where he was gazing, distracted by the strong smell of his aftershave from his overcoat – his spicy citrus fragrance.

Taking hold of her elbow, Rumald cleared his throat and led her from the main hall of the Town Hall. A few people said 'goodnight' as they walked by, all of them directed to Belle. They exited the building together with Rumald squeezing in closely to her. His close proximity distracted and she stumbled a step or two. His grip on her arm tightened momentarily, keeping her from falling over, and tugged her to walk closer to him, causing her leg to brush against his pant leg. Belle knew she should have been watching where she was going, but she could not take her eyes off of him beside her. It was too much like a dream. She did not want to risk taking her eyes off of him for a second, in case he dissolved into a purple mist and vanished from her side.

The alleyway, which led to the rear of the building and the parking lot, was narrow and dark. Belle might have normally felt conscious about taking the shortcut to the rear of the building, however, with him by her side, she felt invincible. She frowned and twisted to see him, when he removed his hand from her elbow, only to feel him place his hand on her hip. A part of her wanted him to take her there and then. Throw her against the wall, rip off her panties and have his way with her, making her scream from the top of her lungs. She bit hard into her lower lip wanting to draw blood, trying to stem her lustful need for him from running rampant.

"Car keys." Rumald held his hand out towards her, matching her stride to walk beside her.

Frowning in puzzlement, she delved her hand into her handbag and retrieved her keys, saying to him as she handed them over. "You didn't bring Albert's car?"

"I walked." He replied closing his hands around her keys.

"You walked?" Belle questioned him, gazing up at his face beside her.

"Course." Rumald bleeped her car unlocked as they approached it. "Pointless bringing another car."

His answer had stunned her. Belle had never known him to walk anywhere in the time she had known him. He had always gone everywhere in his Cadillac. She was not sure why it surprised her, it did have some logical sense to it and Rumald was a very rational thinker. He always tried to kill two birds with one stone, and maybe get a third one for free.

They climbed into the car with Rumald driving. He grumbled moving her seat back a touch, so he was more comfortable, and started the car, adjusting the rear view mirror with his other hand. Normally, she probably would have told him off for readjusting everything, but she was lost inside her own thoughts, trying to remember a time he had driven her car. As far as she could remember, Rumald always refused to ride in her car, preferring his Cadillac or Albert's car over hers. He let another quiet grumble out as he put the car into drive and pulled off from the parking spot.

Belle could not help her smile growing wider as he grumbled and mumbled under his breath about her car. She had had the car for a very long time, so she was used to the way it was slow to pull off, the lack of response from the steering, the fact the right indicator decided when it wanted to work. All these things made her love her car even more, because it was hers and had been hers since she had got her license. She had worked so many jobs, working stupid hours, while she had been at high school, so she could afford to buy her own car. It was a godsend that she had never had to ask her father for help with it, otherwise, it probably would have been taken by some bailiff. Thinking of her father sobered her. Her smile gradually faded away and she turned her head to gaze out of the window, wondering about her father - where was he, what he was doing, did he even think about her….?

Rumald turned the car into their street, cursing at her car. "Stupid fucking car." He pulled to the kerb in front of the house. "Why am I letting you drive around in this piece of shit? It's a death trap!"

She wiped a tear from her cheek as she opened her car door and exited, and closed the passenger door behind her. Grabbing the edges of his overcoat, Belle pulled it tighter around herself wanting to feel any kind of hug from anyone at that particular moment. She would have taken one from Milah, if the woman had offered one there and then. Though… Milah was probably more likely to strangulate her.

By the time Rumald had caught up with her, Belle was stood by the front door, staring off into the darkness of the night. He turned his gaze on her as he put the front door key into the lock and unlocked the door for them. Opening the front door wide, Rumald motioned for her to enter the house first, standing out of her way. She removed his overcoat from her shoulders upon entering the house and hung it with the other coats. Belle flicked off her shoes to the pile as Rumald entered the house behind her and closed the front door. Her movements halted for a brief second, hating herself for thinking about her father and letting it ruin her mood. She had been so happy at the dance, more than happy even. Turning to see him stood there, answering her silent wishes, Belle felt like the luckiest woman in the Town Hall to have this man come to her. She had spoiled it for herself.

Tired of thinking, Belle put her foot onto the bottom step of the stairs and went to head upstairs, but halted when she heard music coming from the living room. She took another step and twisted to see into the living room, and found Rumald a couple of steps away from her. When she met his gaze, Rumald flashed a brief smile taking another step towards her and offered her his hand.

"One more dance before bed." He suggested with his hand laid open, waiting for her hand.

"I'm pretty tired…" She said weakly, wanting nothing more than to rush upstairs and shove her head underneath her pillow.

"One more dance." Rumald demanded. Sensing he was not going to take no for an answer, Belle placed her hand into his and stepped back down the steps. He drew her further away from the stairs, giving them some room, and enticed her to come closer to him. Belle raised her head to look up at him as she slid her free hand to rest on his shoulder. His hand grazed over her dress and came to stop on her lower back. They swayed together, slowly edging round in a circle, lit only by the light from the living room.

Letting herself be in the moment with him, Belle rested her head against Rumald's shoulder and listened to the lyrics of the song. Her brow squeezed together in thought before it eased away. She began to smile knowingly. A while ago, she had realised Rumald always played songs that expressed exactly what he was thinking or feeling. Hearing the lyrics, 'You do something to me…', Belle knew he was stealthily trying to express himself to her.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and gazed up at him without saying anything to him, admiring his handsome features. He angled his head down to meet her gaze, his face passive of any emotion. Moving her hand from his shoulder, Belle placed her hand against his cheek and stroked her thumb over his cheek. Rumald closed his eyes, angling his face into her touch. She was not surprised. He was always so grateful to feel her touch, astounded by the fact she wanted him. Taking her other hand out of his, she laid her free hand on the other side of his face, cupping his face between her hands. With her hands, Belle encouraged him to stoop to her, bringing their faces so close, she could feel his warm breath wash over her face.

"I love you." She told him honestly, making him open his eyes to look at her. Belle did not wait for him to reply, she knew he did not really reciprocate her feelings, not yet, and bravely tiptoed the rest of the distance to kiss her lips to his. Squeezing her eyes shut, she savoured the feel of his soft, pliable lips against her own. Belle could feel herself wanting to cry, overwhelmed with her feelings, as she held onto his face, refusing to end their kiss.

Rumald's hands were splayed over her back, a gentle pressure on her back. Her need to stop and breath was becoming persistent, but she would rather die than stop kissing him. If anything, she needed more of him and as she thought it, she moved her hands from his face and encircled his neck with her arms, holding him exactly where she could reach him. Belle wanted so much more from him. She wanted him to bare himself to her, revere her like he always did, making sure she felt how much he loved and adored her.

She stumbled a step into him when his hands pressed into her back, bringing her closer, pressing her firmly chest against his own. A small squeak escaped from her, smothered by their kiss. Her dress constricted around her as his hands clawed at the back of the material. Rumald broke their kiss and delved his head into the crook of her neck, kissing and nipping at the tender kiss. Hissing at the pleasurable pain, she threaded her fingers into his hair and clawed her fingers into his scalp. His growl reverberated against her skin as he dug his teeth into her skin. One of his hands remained on her back, keeping her where he wanted her, while his other hand glided down her dress to grab a handful of her rear, lifting her further onto her tiptoes. She was nearly at the height she would have been in her heels. The arches of her feet ached with all of her weight being shifted onto the balls of her feet.

He withdrew from her neck and paused a moment to catch her eye, seeking the approval he needed within her eyes, and captured her lips into a fiercer kiss. The kiss was needy and greedy with their tongues delving into each other's mouths and duelled for dominance. In some ways, their kiss was very different to how Rumald kissed her before. There was nothing soft and delicate about his kiss like it would have been. It was hard and forceful, and full of passion. A sense of power washed through her as she realised he was feeding his own hunger for her.

As she dug her fingernails into his scalp again, encouraging another throaty groan from him, Belle felt very powerful over him. She knew exactly what he wanted and how he liked it. She could make him quiver so easily, tease him to the brink with the simplest of touches, take him to the edge of the precipice before yanking him for more. What excited her even further, was knowing he would not remember how she liked to be touched, where her sensitive spots were. She remembered their first time together so vividly, a need to explore and ravish each other, that she moaned into his mouth.

His fingers found the zip at the back of her, at an agonising slow pace, Rumald unzipped her dress. She ripped her lips away from his to draw in a deep breath, feeling unrestricted and free from her dress. He did not waste time as he hooked his thumb into one strap of her dress and yanked it aside to him access to her shoulder. Rumald sucked a portion of her skin into his mouth and grazed his teeth on it as he slowly released the skin from his mouth. A quick kiss and a nibble of her shoulder, and he had removed the other strap of her dress from her other shoulder. The dress fell down her to pool at her feet, revealing her semi naked state to the coolness of the house. He removed his mouth from her shoulder and leant back within her arms, angling his head to take a look at her. Belle swallowed her nervousness his gaze encouraged.

For a second, his tongue darted out between his lips and licked at his lips. Watching his tongue run long his lips, caused Belle to shudder in a deep breath, feeling more of a woman than the girl she had been when she first met him. Her craving for him increased tenfold. Yanking him forward with her arms around his neck, Belle slammed his lips into her own and kissed him with everything she had, to which he gladly accepted by opening his mouth to her. His hands were electric as they ran over her back and down to her backside, kneading her butt cheek in the palm of his hand.

Belle let her arms fall from around his neck and traced her right hand down his waistcoat, running her finger along the edge of neckline of his waistcoat down to the buttons. They broke away from their kiss, both peering down at where she had hooked her finger into his waistcoat. Wearing a devilish smile for him, Belle tugged him to follow her as she stepped backwards towards the stairs. He followed obediently, his eyes tracing down the valley of her breasts, over the bump of their growing child, and down to her naked legs.

The music from the sound system followed them upstairs, playing through Rumald's playlist, while Belle led him down the hallway to their bedroom. His steps seemed to halter near the threshold, a part of him questioning himself, before Belle gently tugged on his waistcoat again and smiled welcomingly at him. Rumald's chest heaved with the deep breath he took. He stepped into their bedroom, leaving his worries behind him at the door, and knocked the door shut for the door to close soundly behind him. His eyes were locked on her and her nakedness. Belle stopped a couple of feet away from the bed, when Rumald was close enough, she reached out to begin undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. His hands remained at his sides, taking in every inch of her with only his eyes.

She stepped closer to him, grinning at him, whilst she removed his waistcoat from his shoulders and down his arms, letting it fall to the floor behind him. Starting at top of his buttoned buttons, Belle worked her way through them quickly, pulling his shirt up from his dress pants at each button. Soon, he was free from his shirt, his bare chest on show to her. As she peeled back his shirt from his shoulders, Belle stopped with his shirt around his shoulders and focused her gaze on the three bright pink bullet wound scars on his shoulder. His eyes followed her gaze to his shoulder. Belle pulled his shirt down his arms, while she placed a kiss to each scar in turn, loving each one as though they would disappear with a magical kiss. As soon as Rumald's arms were free from his shirt, his hands came up to cup Belle's face and brought her face up to him, and kissed her hard.

They staggered together, a step or two, to the bed and fell together onto it, when the edge of the bed pushed into the back of Belle's legs. Refusing to break their kiss, Rumald toed off his shoes as he shifted his weight onto side, lying beside her on the bed, keeping his weight from pressing down on her. Belle was letting her hands roam over his body, clawing and lightly tickling those certain spots she knew would drive him mad. His body jerked from her touch, but returned immediately to her touch. She smiled as she kissed him, loving the power she had over him and his body.

His belt clinked and jangled as Belle pulled the strap through and undid the clasp to remove his belt from around his waist. It clunked onto the wooden floor and was soon joined by his dress pants and underwear, and soon his socks when he took a second from kissing her to remove them. With him completely naked beside her, Belle ran her eyes over him, appreciating him and his lean figure. As her eyes came to his bullet wounds, her fingers traced over them, feeling the unnatural formed dimples in his skin. Rumald clasped his hand gently around wrist and pulled her fingers away from his shoulder, she looked at him in wonder for a moment, unsure why he had taken her away, but the thought was soon forgotten when he leant into her to resume kissing her. He directed her hand to the back of his head and let go of her hand to tenderly place his hand over her right breast. Her body automatically arched her back under his touch, aching for him to touch more of her. He gently teased her nipple through the cup of her bra, making her nipple throb against the material of her bra. His attention moved to her other breast, while he massaged her left breast in his hand, Rumald moved the cup of her bra to one side and lowered his mouth to tease the tip of her nipple with his tongue. She gasped at the sight and feel of him and grinded her hips into his, encouraging him to groan as well.

Shifting himself from lying beside her to kneel between her legs, Rumald hooked his fingers into the wait of her panties and drew them down her legs, following the path with his eyes. Belle raised her eyebrows at him, when he cupped the panties between his hands and smelt them. 'He's never done that before', she thought watching him toss them to the floor. Leering down at her, Rumald positioned himself over her, bracing his weight with his arms, and nestled himself down between her thighs. His hardness pressed firmly against her, provoking a satisfying moan to escape from her. Dropping his face into the crook of her neck, Rumald began to kiss and suck at her neck, teasing with his teeth, as he slipped his hand between them to direct himself into her. He slid easily into her, marrying their sexes together. The sensation of finally being one made both of them groan together, their fingers claw and dig into the other.

Rumald started to grind his hips against her, setting a slow steady rhythm, as he moved from Belle's neck to whisper into her ear. "Every night I've dreamt of this."

She grabbed at the back of his head, clutching his hair in her hand, while his confession drove her to move her hips to meet with his hips. Their bodies moved instinctually together, grinding them towards a sensational high. Belle could not comprehend exactly what she wanted anymore. The only thing she did know was that she wanted Rumald more than she ever wanted him before. She wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him while using him to bear further onto him. Rumald's face dropped into his shoulder, cursing against her skin. His fingers dug into the tops of her shoulders, anchoring himself so he could delve deeper inside of her.

"Belle." He whispered into the side of her neck, a desperate cry. Feeling him further harden inside of herself, she knew Rumald was nearing his climax.

"Let me on top." She told him, pushing her hand into his shoulder. As one, Rumald rolled them, so Belle could be on top of him. He had a very satisfied look on his face, whilst he gazed up at her. Smiling down at him, Belle settled herself further onto him, repositioning herself slightly, and began grinding back and forth. He raised his hand to grope her breast through her bra and made her moan.

"Oh, god, Belle!" Rumald said breathlessly as he clasped his hands at her hips and encouraged her to increase her rhythm. She let him lead her hips, with his fingertips painfully pressed into her skin, as she felt her orgasm begin to build. Steadying herself with her hands on his chest, Belle squeezed her eyes shut and let out a cry of ecstasy. Her fingers pressed firmly into his chest as she rode through her wave of pleasure. A few more rocks of her hips and Rumald joined her, releasing a deep throaty groan.

Easing herself off of him, Belle lay down beside him and she snuggled further into him, resting her head onto his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. They lay there together, their hands lightly caressing each other. Her finger lazily traced circles around his scars on his shoulder. She could not help her eyes being drawn to the old wounds and they were the last thing she saw when she fell asleep beside him. It was not long after Belle fell asleep, that Rumald joined her, clasping her hand on his chest inside his hand. They were both so blissfully unaware of the car that had followed them home from the dance and was now parked outside of the house, the occupant watching the house.

Song:

Paul Weller – You do something to me