Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 32 - Fear of Reality, Part 3

Author's Note: Disney owns everything from this franchise, and I just own the story.

Also, I apologize if Belle and Adam seem out of character during the past couple of chapters, and some of the ones after this chapter, but it is their honeymoon, and in my story, they are both going to be a little lustful, for a while.

Even though he was still not pleased with what the Enchantress had told him, Adam was not going to let it affect his honeymoon with Belle.

And if I can 'control' it, then I do not even have to worry about saying anything to her.

But even as the two of them walked down the streets of Paris, Adam wasn't even sure what was needed to be controlled.

Other than my temper, I suppose, but that can't be the-

"Adam?"

Suddenly, the young man's thoughts were interrupted by his wife's voice, and he realized that she had stopped moving. "Belle? What is it?"

"Do you think my mother is inside there?"

Adam looked up at the sign that was in front of her, and a little bit of sadness entered his heart. "Oh... um... it's a possibility, I suppose..."

They were standing by the entrance of a cemetary, and it was also a few miles nearby to where Belle and her parents had once lived.

"I mean, technically, this is not the only cemetary here in Paris," reminded Adam. "But if you'd like, we could go inside, and..."

To his surprise, Belle began to shake her head, and she replied, "I think I will... um... wait until next time... so that we can bring Papa to see it, too."

Adam nodded his head, and they continued to walk down the street. "I'm sorry you were not able to spend as much time as you would've liked with her, Belle... from what I saw after looking at your father's painting, she seemed like a wonderful woman."

"You don't have to be sorry, Adam," replied Belle, as she started holding onto his hand. "It's all part of human life, and... I know that, whenever my time comes... I'll see her again."

Adam let out a chuckle, and he said, "I hope you don't plan on pulling a Juliet anytime soon now that we- ow, I was joking!"

Loosening her grip on his hand, Belle smirked at Adam, and asked, "Well, since we are on the subject of mothers, what else can you tell me about yours?"

A few pleasant memories entered Adam's mind after she asked him the question, and a smile appeared on his face. "Well, after supper, my father would always go out and get some firewood because, at times, my mother would feel as if she was living in Alaska.

"Then, once the fireplace was on, she would sit on the couch that was placed nearby, and invite me to listen to her read one of her favorite stories... usually, it was always the same one."

"Oh?" said Belle. "Which one was it?"

"Ro - I mean, uh, Hamlet," replied Adam, hoping that Belle didn't catch on to what he was going to say. "I would sit next to her, lay my head in her lap, and listen to her soft voice reading the words from the book.

"Eventually, I would find myself falling asleep, and the next thing I knew, I was in my room, tucked into bed..."

Belle started to smile, but then, she couldn't help but ask, "What happened after your mother passed?"

A slight frown appeared on Adam's face as he answered, "Well, my father didn't really enjoy the same books as she did, and he didn't see any reason to get firewood, so... I never had that experience again."

"I'm sorry if I..." Belle began to say, but Adam shook his head.

"You don't have to apologize, I enjoy having these conversations with you," replied Adam. "I didn't exactly grieve the way that most young boys at my age usually do whenever they lose someone close, so in a way, this helps... and, besides, at least you still have a father that cares so much about you, unlike mine."

Belle started feeling curious again, and she asked, "What happened to him, then? Is he-"

"Dead?" finished Adam, with a slight smirk on his face. "Probably... he just left one night a few weeks after my 18th year, and I have not seen him since."

Yet another reason why I despise the holiday known as-

"You don't think he would... show up randomly, do you?" wondered Belle, who currently had mixed feelings against his father.

Adam let out a chuckle, and he said, "I don't see any reason why he should, considering he had plenty of time to visit in between my 18th and my 21st year.

"Besides, it's not like he'll have any power against me... everything that was his went to Nathaniel and myself."

Belle was about to ask him some more questions, but she noticed that he was looking a little uncomfortable talking about the person that made him what he once was, so she simply changed the subject back to his mother.

A few minutes later, however, Adam said, "Um... forgive me for asking, Belle, but with all this recent talk about... mothers and... well, you aren't-"

Belle quickly started to blush, and she fought the urge to roll her eyes. "No, I am not... I mean, we just had sex last night. You think it would happen so quickly?"

Adam held up his hands, in defense, and replied, "It was just a question, my love... and you don't have to be so defensive about it."

"I am not being defensive," said a blushing Belle. "I just... don't want to have any children just yet... but, um... I would like to... one day..."

Adam's eyes became full of surprise, and he said, "Really?"

Belle just nodded her head, and Adam began to smile widely.

"But just so we're clear, you are not-"

"Adam, I swear, if you ask me that again, I will find a lake or pond to push you into."

Later that night

While Belle was busy with preparing herself for dinner, Adam was actually preparing the table for the two of them, with the already-cooked food that simply needed to be warmed up.

"Thank you again, Lumiere," said Adam, as he lit the candelabra that was placed in the middle of the table.

After tossing away the extinguished match into a waste basket, Adam was about to pour themselves some glass of wine when he noticed Belle entering the room.

"Wow, Adam... this all looks delicous!"

That is not the only thing, thought the young man, who was now staring at her. I don't recall her looking this beautiful before.

"Where did you get that dress from?"

Belle rolled her eyes, and chuckled as she answered, "Plumette forgot to mention that she had a surprise wedding gift for me, as well... is it too much?"

It's perfect...

"No, of course not, Belle... you're always going to look beautiful to me, no matter-"

Suddenly, he noticed that she had let her hair down again, and just like that one day in the library, Adam could smell the scent that was coming from it, courtesy of whatever she was using in the bathtub.

No, Adam, you're stronger than this, thought the young man. Just because it's a honeymoon, there is no reason...

"Um, why did you drop that fork on the ground?" asked Belle, looking at him with confusion.

"Huh?" Adam turned his head, and saw the piece of silverware she was referring to. "Oh, I didn't even know that happened... let me-"

"No worries, I'll get it," replied Belle, walking over to the fork, and as she bent down to pick it up, Adam clenched his jaw tightly.

Curse these damn lustful feelings.

After standing back up, Belle turned to look back at her husband. "There we go, no harm do... uh... Adam, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because tonight, Belle, you look so... darn... beautiful," replied Adam, who was letting his lustful self speak for him. "And it makes me want to do things."

Feeling her face heat up, Belle couldn't help but ask," Like what exactly?"

No, Adam, do not get up from this table!

Getting up from the table, the young man began walking over to his blushing wife, and he said, "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, Belle."

As Adam came closer to her, Belle started to say, "But... the food, and..."

"That can wait for an hour or so," replied Adam, whose eyes were filled with a different type of hunger. "So, in the meantime..."

He was now standing in front of Belle, waiting for a response, and after a moment, she whispered, "We don't have to if you don't-"

"I wantto, Belle," said Adam, looking into her eyes. "But only if you want to..."

He gently placed his hand on the side of her face, and as Belle looked into his eyes, she said, "I... I... I do..."

"And, now, I shall kiss the bride," replied Adam, who then began to kiss her passionately, with Belle soon returning the favor.

A few minutes later, in the closest bedroom, Adam was laying across the bed while Belle was on top of him, with both of them half-naked.

As he continued kissing Belle, Adam's hands were continuously moving from her chest, her back, then her hips, as well as her thighs.

You're in control, Adam, not that damn dream.

Then, once they reached the final stage, Adam found himself starting to make growling noises, but decided to just forget about it.

Soon, everything seemed like it was going fine... until...

"Adam, wait... I need to... you have... ow!"

Belle's small cry of pain instantly made Adam's body freeze up, and he looked almost horrified. "Are you hurt? Belle, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Adam, it's okay, I'm fine," replied Belle, not wanting him to panic.

"Then, why did sound like you were in pain?" questioned Adam, and he saw her face become red with embarassment. "What?"

"Well... you were going too fast, and... you hurt my..." replied Belle, her face becoming as red as the Enchanted Rose. "Do I really have to say it out loud?"

Adam still looked confused, but after Belle made a quick gesture, the answer clicked inside of his head, and then, he did the one thing that she had least expected him to do.

"Wha - why are you laughing?"

Instead of responding, Adam just continued to laugh, and Belle began pouting at him. "I don't see what is so funny."

"Hahaha... I'm laughing because..." replied Adam, trying to lower his laughter. "Here I am, worried about hurting you by doing something like bruising your limbs, or making slash marks, but then, you said that I hurt you by... hahahaha!"

Belle frowned, and she crossed her arms, now feeling embarassed and angry. "Well, it did hurt... a little... and all you're doing is laughing about it."

Adam shook his head, and he began wrapping his arms around her. "Well, you already said that you were fine, so..."

"Ugh, seriously, Adam," muttered Belle, gritting her teeth in frustration, and as Adam continued to chuckle, she grabbed ahold of the nearest pillow beside her, preparing to whack his head-

"Oh, ho, ho, you do not want to go there, Belle," said Adam, blocking her pillow strike with his hand. "That is one fight you will not win."

"Is that so?" replied Belle, smirking at her husband. "Why don't we just find out, then?"

Adam rolled his eyes, and said," Oh, please, this is coming from the girl who couldn't last after being hit by one snowball."

"You didn't even apologize for that!"

"Fine... I'm sorry for having some fun after seeing you fall to the grou - oh, no, you don't!"

WHACK!

"Adam!"

"What? You started it!"

"But you didn't have to hit me there!"

Adam shrugged his shoulders, and the two of them continued their pillow fight.

Meanwhile, at Adam's castle

"Lumiere?" said Cogsworth, as he entered his master's study. "Why are you in here?"

"I was searching for something that I can't remember right now," replied Lumiere, who was leaning back in the chair. "But instead, I found this very interesting story that appears to have been written by Belle."

Cogsworth rolled his eyes, and said, "Oh, my goodness, Lumiere... what is the point of you reading that?"

"What? It's just some harmless reading," replied the former candelabra. "You act as if I would do something crazy, like toss it into the fireplace or something."

WHOOSH!

"Uh... Lumiere..."

"What now, Cogsworth?"

"Where is the story?"

"It is right here in my... huh... I had it just a moment ago. Where could it have-"

Cogsworth sighed, and he started to shake his head. "Did you not see the flames momentarily grow just a little bigger?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with..." said Lumiere, but then, he realized what his friend meant. "Oh, no... that cannot be good."