Chapter 3: An Impulsive Proposal

Belle didn't mind having the house all to herself, at least for a couple nights. The fairgrounds in Mont Saint-Michel were several days' ride from here, and Papa had taken his work to exhibitions farther afield than there. Philippe would take care of him; they'd be back in a few days' time, she knew.

The following morning, Belle kept house and made sure the cottage was spick and span for Papa's return, then rewarded herself by curling up in an armchair with a good book. At one point, she thought she heard lively music close by. Probably it was coming from town, and just loud – that Lefou led the village brass band, the Au Pairs. They had never been very good. She shrugged and went back to her reading.

All at once, she heard a knock on the door. Setting her book aside, Belle went to the door and lifted down her father's invented "door goggles" (they were still trying to come up with a better name before amending the patenting license). The glass distorted Gaston's rugged face as he peered close from the other side.

Belle lifted the latch, her stomach squirming with uncertainty. What should she do? Let him in? Did she at least look presentable? The last question caught her flatfooted, for she had never cared about her personal appearance the way other village girls like, say, the Bimbette triplets did.

Belle didn't have time to make a decision beyond that, because Gaston now opened the unlocked door and let himself in. He exuded confidence and looked very pleased with himself. He was also dressed to impress, in a tuxedo, no less. Belle had to admit: he cleaned up nice, and looked rather dashing, like some of the heroes she had read about in her books.

"Gaston," Belle cried breathlessly. "What a pleasant surprise!"

"Isn't it, though? I'm just full of surprises…. You know, Belle, there's a not a girl in town who wouldn't love to be in your shoes. This is the day…." He trailed off, studied himself in a side mirror, then turned back to Belle with a winning smile, as if nothing had happened. "This is the day your dreams come true."

"What do you know about my dreams, Gaston?" Belle giggled awkwardly.

"Plenty! Here, picture this:" The dashing hunter made himself right at home, propping his feet up on the table. He didn't seem to notice the traces of mud on his boots were now on the pages of Belle's book, or how Belle moved quickly to free her favorite treasures from underneath the man's feet, cleaning the pages. "A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire…" Gaston kicked off his boots. "My little wife… massaging my feet. While the little ones play on the floor with the dogs. We'll have six or seven!"

Belle grinned in bemusement. "Dogs?"

"No, Belle!" Gaston chortled. "Strapping boys like me!"

"Imagine that," Belle smiled weakly, turning away to the bookshelf, her mind spinning.

"You know who that little wife will be?"

"Let me think…"

"You, Belle!" He had come up right behind her, and Belle gasped, spinning about and backing away.

"Gaston, I'm….. I'm… speechless!" She backed into the front door, her voice breathless. When she had thought about a man proposing to her, she hadn't imagined it might happen like this. Gaston had gone about it in a…. confident way, sure, but his eyes sparkled with delight and something else Belle couldn't name as he strode forward, knocking a rocking chair aside. His hands came up to brace on either side of her as he chuckled low in his throat.

"Say you'll marry me."

"I…. I…." Belle felt her heart pounding.

She was suddenly spun, bent back in a dip and then Gaston's lips descended on hers in a fiery kiss. Belle gasped in shock the moment their lips met, and she felt something that might have been electricity shoot up along her skin. She didn't know what to do. She had never been kissed before, and certainly not before she was ready. Yesterday out in the meadow, she admitted, she had been open to it, until that wolf interrupted them, but now…

Her mind was a jumbled mess as Gaston's mouth moved, insistent and unyielding, against her own.

Belle gasped as Gaston's lips once more descended on hers ferociously, almost violently, and for an instant she froze, just absorbing the sensations- confused by the fact that, though his kiss was angry, his lips were gentle, the hand running through her hair almost tender-

And then she gasped again as his other hand firmly gripped her right thigh and hoisted her leg upward, where, to her horror, it twined instinctively around his waist. After a long moment of surprise she tried to remove it, but to her chagrin he just gripped onto her even more tightly, and she shuddered, yanking her lips away from his and meeting his eyes, determined to impart her fury, even if she was incapable of using her voice-

But to her shock, there was no egoism in his face, no sarcasm- he did look smug, but it was impossible for her to believe that was truly his dominant emotion as she continued to search his eyes- eyes that, when she peered deeper, actually looked hopeful, scared, and very, very young. Despite herself, Belle felt her own hesitancy fading as she continued to look at him-

And then his lips were on hers again, but this time there didn't seem to be any deliberation, any forcefulness, just a certain, almost resigned tenderness, and Belle allowed her eyes to flutter shut as her hands moved of their own volition, sliding up his chest and coming to rest on his shoulders, taking note of his sharp intake of breath as she did so and not knowing what to make of it as his hand trailed lazily up her thigh, causing her to shiver uncertainly, to part her lips slightly -

To her shock, he seemed to take the gesture as an invitation, and she stiffened as she felt his tongue slide lightly across her lower lip before entering her mouth.

For an endless moment Belle felt nothing but astonishment, but as comprehension slowly dawned she felt her passivity slowly melting into renewed assertiveness and attempted with all her might to push away from him, letting out something near a growl when that only served to make him pull her more tightly to him. For the briefest second she contemplated biting down on his tongue, but then decided against it, realizing it was possible to express herself in other ways.

And so, once more, Belle stopped fighting, and instead started to kiss him back with all the fury inside of her. She felt him stiffen almost at once, and felt a brief surge of triumph, quickly squashed as his eyes flashed, but not with anger, and the tone of the kiss changed to one of battle, their tongues warring with one another for dominance. Belle dug her fingers roughly into his shoulders, not caring if she hurt him, almost hoping that she would, then gasped as Gaston shoved her back into the door, pulling slightly away. For the briefest moment she felt a flash of empty victory, thinking he had stopped, but then his lips were on hers once more and she squeaked as he took her lower lip between his teeth, biting down roughly.

Belle's head spun at the sensation and she gripped him more tightly, this time unintentionally, as his mouth moved to her neck, nipping lightly on the sensitive shin there before allowing his lips to settle in one place.

When Gaston and Belle broke the kiss at last, the young woman's breasts were heaving for every gulp of air. Her entire face was red and she looked flushed.

"G-Gaston…" she stammered. "I…. I…."

"Belle," Gaston turned on the smolder. "Please, marry me."

Well, at least he said Please. Were she not so dizzy from his kiss, Belle would have smacked herself at such a thought, as if Gaston had merely asked her to pass the lager and not proposed for her hand in marriage. Besides, she was 17, she was too young to get married!

"But…. But…. Papa…."

"Your Papa will be thrilled," Gaston crooned.

"But he's…. he's at the fair; he shouldn't miss this…"

"Just think of how much more victory he'll feel, returning home an invent… inventrist and knowing his pride and joy is wed!" Gaston lifted Belle fully onto her feet.

She looked at him – really looked at him. And gazing into his dark eyes, Belle felt a strange kind of hope. Perhaps if she were to accept, Gaston could take her with him on adventures. Show her things she had only before been able to imagine. Brain still whirling like a top, Belle found herself nodding her head. "Y-Yes…." She droned, lost in a slight trance. "Yes, let us…. marry…"

Looking overjoyed, almost smug, Gaston took her arm and escorted her out of the cottage.

The strains of a really off-key wedding march began to play. What are all these people doing on my lawn? Belle thought dazedly, as Gaston guided her down the back stone steps and across the green to a makeshift altar, where the village prêtre was waiting.

"Father, I would like to take this lady as my wife, if you please," Gaston requested.

Belle was in a daze as she and Gaston gave their vows. When Pierre Robert asked if she, Belle de Villeneuve, took Monsieur Gaston to be her husband, Belle answered tremulously, still somewhere outside of herself.

"I… I do…."

Then Gaston bent and kissed her passionately, tipping her back. Melting into the kiss, Belle felt herself heat up all over. And though some part of her still squirmed with a feeling she couldn't quite place, she decided to let it be. Papa will be happy for me… us…. Gaston and I will make this work… somehow.

And looping an arm about her new husband's neck, she did her best to kiss him back.

After the ceremony, Gaston had swept Belle off her feet and carried her off in a bridal carry back into the cottage and into her bedroom. He set her down gallantly, and a still in-shock Belle turned to her vanity. The sun was already sinking fast into the sky, and she supposed they should prepare for bed.

She began to tremble when she realized she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. She had read books on expectations for a woman's wedding night with her husband, and much of it had left her put-off. She had even read books on…. the mechanics of sexual intercourse. But…. did…. did Gaston really expect her to – for them to….?

She felt someone behind her and suddenly felt his strong hands around her waist as he turned her and kissed her, this time more forceful and passionate. She felt his hands go up her back. She tried to fight him off, but it was no use, she was drawn in to his kiss. She let him dance his tongue with hers and she leaned up to meet him as he laid her down on the bed. As she laid there she felt his hands searching her body. She felt his strong hands massage and knead her breasts. She moaned as she felt the pain, but the pleasure from it. She hoped he would be at least semi gentle with his groping.

He left one hand kneading her breasts since he heard she liked it through the moans and he let his other inch up her dress and along her thigh. She felt some butterflies going along her stomach now as she felt his fingers run along her clit and she arched her back and she broke the kiss in shock from the pleasure. "Don't like that?" he asked even though he kept massaging her there. He pressed more pressure there, his hand going to her hip to keep her there as she wriggled around "Answer me Belle, do you not like that" he asked already knowing the answer as she felt herself being wet. "No …I like it. I…I never felt that sensation before" she moaned out. She felt him using his thumb over a bundle of nerves that made her moan and he smirked as he said, "Moan my name, Belle. Moan it and I'll make you feel more pleasure." Belle knew she shouldn't be doing this. She had hated this man when she first met him, then it had turned into flirtatious amusement, but for some reason after he saved her from the wolf and her giving him a chance, was giving her a whole new experience "Gaston" she said at first timidly. "Gaston " she than moaned out more strongly as he kept kneading her there and his other hand worked on untying her apron and she helped and took off her clothing after he tried to do that with only one hand and started to take off his other. She didn't want the other feeling to stop.

Gaston smirked as he knew she hadn't been with anyone and that he would be the one to deflower her. He was going to give her all the attention he could on her first time. He let a finger enter her, not all the way, not enough to break her virginal barrier. Just enough to get her used to that feeling. As he did that he kissed and sucked on one of her perk breast. God they were so creamy white and untouched. He made sure he marked it the skin of it with a good mark and smirked at his handy work before sucking on her nipples and tugging at them. They were so erect and her breast swollen now. All the while he made sure he was getting her good and wet. He trailed hot wet kisses down her body letting his tongue circle her navel until he got down to where his hand was. He heard Belle's raised breathing and smirked softly "This is going to feel good, trust me" he whispered before he dove his mouth down there. He sucked and tugged at her clit. He heard her moan and he placed her legs over his shoulders for him

She gasped moaning his name as she put a hand on his head almost as if holding him there as he used his tongue to dig into her. She shuddered as she felt her body growing so warm. She tugged on his ponytail and she arched her back. Her stomach felt like it was in knots, but in a good way. "Gaston... Gaston" she moaned and then she cummed into his mouth. He smirked as he licked her clean and feeling her sensitive clit still active he went up and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself mixed with his taste of beer. She felt him take her hand as he pulled away slowly from him. "Hmm feel this" he said as he stuck her hand down his pants and let her take his hard long cock in her hands. "You feel that?" he asked, making her cup it and hold it. "That's how much you affect me, how you always have" he said lowly as he undid his pants and she used her one hand to help him of our his shirt and she was left breathless with his strong, tall, muscular frame towering over her. She kept holding onto his cock as it was now free and so much longer. She gazed at it as she let her fingers caress it, knead it, just feeling it before he took her hand and put it on his shoulders and moved her legs from on his shoulder to around his waist. "This is going to hurt, but it'll pass then it'll feel good, I promise" he said as he let his cock stroke her clit up and down feeling her shiver from the touch and hearing the light moans coming form her beautiful now swollen lips. He loved that he did that. He was probably the first one to kiss her as well. He moved into her swiftly, kissing her as she moaned out in pain as he worked her. He had his hands on her waist to help steady her so her wound wouldn't get more injured. He worked her, going in and out in and out, his cock running along her walls, reaching her hilt as she moaned out now in pleasure, her legs wrapping tighter around him, her breasts brushing up against his hard, muscular chest as he worked her. He smirked in the middle of their kiss as she threw back her head breaking the kiss moaning, nearly screaming out his name as he took her. As he took her, he knew she would be his after this night. No matter with the courting or not, the courting would not take long if he gave this to her and pleasured her like this every night. He loved how she was saying his name and she would always say his and only his. He moved faster pumping in and out of her as he reached his release he shot into her his hot sticky cum as he kissed and sucked on her neck, marking her as his and people would know she had a lover at least. And he would make sure people knew it was him.

He felt her cum again for another time that night and he worked inside of her until she had finished and pulled out of her. He was pleased when she whimpered in protest almost as he did. He helped her lay down and he lay behind her spooning her as he kissed and nibbled on her shoulders " Want me to sleep on the floor?" he asked. She shook her head as she breathed, "No." He smirked as he said, "You are mine." He said it so confidently and when she agreed with the nod of her head he moved her face for just a moment and placed a possessive kiss to her lips.