One-Shot: But You ARE Human

As Belle pleaded with the Beast to open his eyes, the last rose petal fell. A moment later, she confessed in a whisper the words she had always wanted to say, but hadn't known how: "I love you."

For a time, all was quiet except for the sounds of Belle sobbing over the Beast's body. But then:

The light drizzle of rain started to shimmer with magic, as it cast down like falling stars upon the balcony. Only a streak of two of light came down at first, but then it fell in a torrent. Slowly, Belle lifted her head, her luminously brown eyes going huge in astonishment as she felt the Beast slowly shift beneath her. The wind summoned an updraft and the Beast sprang into the air, lifted like a flower petal into the wind.

Belle shrank back in amazement, watching intently, as she gathered her cloak around herself. The Beast was carried into space by his cape, and then he remained suspended in mid-air, the cape billowing up above his head like a banner. Or a strange noose; it appeared as though he was hanging himself.

As Belle got to her feet and shied away, she stared, open-mouthed, as the bloodied stab wound from Gaston's knife slowly knitted itself back together, the Beast's fur stitching back into place. When not even so much as a scar was left, there was a blinding flash of light. Belle retreated further, pushing her unruly chestnut hair out of her face.

Led by his burgundy cloak, the Beast began to spin, until his back was shown. A ghastly tear right between his shoulder blades (possibly from an arrow, fired by Gaston, Belle guessed) rapidly began to heal as well, until there was no sign that a tip had ever wounded him. From the place where the wound used to be, there was also a flash of light.

Belle continued to watch in amazement as the Beast's healed body was slowly lowered back to Earth. The falling stars of magic were pouring down in a deluge now, creating a rising cloud of steam; this, plus the burgundy cloak, acted as a cushioning parachute to break the Beast's descent. Her handsome creature finally met the cobblestones and lay still….

….Until all the steam seemed to dissipate into his prone form, as the Beast took his first new breath of new life. In the process of tentatively approaching him, reaching out a hand to touch him, a startled Belle sprang back against the balcony railing. Slowly, the Beast stood on ungainly legs and turned to face her. His shock at suddenly being alive faded into a warm and relieved smile that was truly radiant and left Belle's heart flooded with warmth.

"Beast!" she cried, running into his arms. Searching his eyes, she brushed her fingers against his face. "Are you all right?"

"Yes…." He affirmed slowly. "But I…. I don't understand. I'm supposed to be human."

Belle let out a musical laugh. "But you are human," she assured him. "In here…" And her hands came to rest on his chest, directly over his heart.

Belle and the Beast smiled into each other's eyes, and the Beast reached out a giant paw to brush Belle's chestnut bangs out of her face. Belle leaned into the touch, smiling shyly. Then, the Beast's paws framed her face, tilting it up and back, his eyes softening. Her own eyes becoming lidded, Belle swayed into him, bringing her face quite close. Her heart was pounding against her ribs, her hands curling into a fist against the strong planes of the Beast's chest. She held back for a moment, and then surrendered as the Beast closed the gap and kissed her. The moment his lips met hers, Belle felt lightning course through her body, and she let out a gasp, her lips bursting into full bloom, parting open like flowers petals, to deepen the kiss.

A second later, a gust of wind swirled around the embracing couple, dotted with blue lights. Belle reached up to throw her arms sinuously around the Beast's neck, her fingers sinking into the lustrous fur of his mane and she pulled, tugging him closer with a low and pleased groan. Her hands came to rest across his broad and muscular shoulders, fisting the white fabric of his tunic, as she felt the Beast's strong arms encircle her waist and cradle her tightly to him. She felt her hair stand on end, and as Belle and her Beast embraced and kissed, there was a piercing shriek as fireworks whizzed and exploded in the nighttime sky.

To Belle, it didn't matter that the spell had not been broken. Her Beast was alive, and she knew that she would stay with him and be his wife, if he would have her. The enchanted objects, though doomed to their fate, still rushed forward and cheered for the happy couple. Beaming, the Beast picked Belle up and swirled her around, laughing…

…. And when he set her down, it seemed, they were back in the ballroom, with his Belle in her golden dress and he in his blue suit, having just married at their wedding, with Maurice and the servants as the only witnesses. Laughing and smiling, Belle pulled her husband closed and kissed him deeply, and the Beast kissed his bride back.

It took some getting used to, to kiss him, Belle conceded. His jowls caused his lips to protrude out, and his fangs got in the way. But Belle knew she would gladly kiss her Beast for the rest of her life. She adored kissing him. Breaking apart, the new mistress of the castle took her husband's hands in hers, and they began to share a romantic dance….

Later that night, alone in the library, Belle and her Beast, now husband and wife, kissed each other in little, frantic pecks, as their hands rummaged over each other, touching everywhere in an exploration of new intimacy. Giggles and gasps at each new touch broke the roar of the fire going in the hearth. Boldly, Belle hooked her leg around the Beast's knee and futilely grinded against him; in response, the Beast (his trousers already down to his ankles) pushed his wife's skirts up around her hips. Her pink beauty exposed, swollen and wet, he shoved his knee between her spread legs. Belle took it, swallowing a shout, and shivered as the Beast took her exposed arse cheeks in his claws and rocked against her. Crushing his head to her chest, she moaned as she furiously rocked back. The Beast rubbed his throbbing and hairy member against her folds. Clamping her thighs tight around his cock, Belle squeaked as the Beast thrust between her legs, crudely imitating sex.

And then…. he pushed inside her, and the newlyweds cried out with happiness.

"Beast…" Belle moaned.

"Belle…. Oh, Belle…."

Pressing her against the windowpanes, Belle purred and hummed in between the Beast's grunts as they made love. Neither of them noticed the door open across the room and Cogsworth toddle in. Stopping short, he nearly squeaked at the lurid sight before him, and hurried back out, not wanting to disturb the embracing and fornicating couple. In the hall, he ran into Lumiere.

"Will the Master and Mistress be coming to dinner?"

"Thank you, no," Cogsworth informed his friend. "It would appear that the Master has skipped the dinner and has selected the Mistress for his desert."

The white, melting wicks that made up Lumiere's face turned bright red.