This time: Belle is enchanted, and so is Gold.
Chapter Two
Belle's heart was in her mouth as they drove through the streets of Paris. It was a cold night, but she'd rolled the window down anyway, and was marvelling at all the sights.
Gold was smiling at her wonder.
'I think perhaps you'll never want to leave,' he teased.
She turned to him, a radiant smile on her face.
'It's just… I always wanted to see the world, and now I'm here, with you, and that's the best part.' She squeezed his hand. 'I love you more than anything,' she murmured.
He pulled her closer. 'I love you more than life itself, my darling,' he whispered, and then kissed her.
Belle slipped her hands inside his coat and then inside his jacket, determined to get to bare skin.
Gold groaned into the kiss. 'We don't have time,' he breathed against her lips. We'll be at the hotel in a few minutes.'
Belle whined. 'I want to touch you,' she breathed.
'I know. I want to touch you too. Soon, sweetheart.' He kissed her again.
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He had really outdone himself with this hotel. The opulence and the luxury were spectacular. Belle had never been anywhere so grand. Their room was more like an apartment, a very large, exclusive one, which Belle could never afford in a million years. She was amazed.
She gasped now. She'd seen lights through the balcony window and she'd opened the door and stepped out, and there, right before her, was the Eiffel Tower.
'Oh, my God,' she breathed, gazing upon the famous landmark. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight.
'You are going to freeze,' Gold scolded, draping his coat over her shoulders. He stood right behind her, his heat seeping into her.
'No, I won't,' she disagreed. 'My goodness, Tristan, you think I could feel the cold when I'm here in this city with you, and there is that outside our window?' And she gestured towards the tower. She turned to him now. 'You are definitely getting lucky tonight.'
He laughed. 'I get lucky almost every night,' he reminded her.
'Oh, but I mean extra lucky,' she breathed. She put her hand on his chest and pushed him back through the door.
'Belle,' he murmured, 'what are you planning?'
'You'll see,' she said, removing the coat and throwing it over the couch. 'Come here,' she requested.
He went. She stripped off his jacket, vest, and tie, and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the tails from the waistband. Then she unbuckled his belt.
'Sweetheart,' he whispered, his breathing shaky.
'Shh,' she crooned. 'Just let me do this for you, baby,' she murmured. 'Sit right down here,' she said, taking his hand and leading him over to the chaise placed at the end of the four poster bed.
Gold sat, watching as Belle kicked off her boots. She grabbed a cushion off a nearby chair and dropped it on the floor at her feet. He groaned. He wasn't going to last.
'Belle, angel, I'm so turned on as it is, I'm not going to last for you.'
'Sh, don't worry,' she soothed. 'Just relax, honey.' She straddled his lap, leaning over him, but not sitting.
He moaned. 'Oh, sweetheart.'
She kissed him. He gasped as she kissed her way down his chest, coming to her knees between his legs. She undid his fly and he groaned.
'Mmm, so big,' she breathed appreciatively, taking him out. She leaned in and kissed him near the tip. He whined. 'Ready for me, honey?' she asked.
'You know I am,' he growled, trying to breathe and calm himself.
'So beautiful,' she murmured, putting her lips around him. She focused on his pleasure, swirling her tongue the way he liked.
He was wrecked. Even the sight of her on her knees, aside from what she was actually doing to him with that delectable mouth, was nearly enough to make him come.
'Oh, gorgeous,' he panted now, 'so good. Nearly there: mmm.'
Belle's hand came up to caress his balls, her other hand stroking and squeezing the length she couldn't reach with her mouth. She moaned around him, the vibration going through him.
He tried not to, but he couldn't keep from canting his hips up, pushing her backwards.
She rubbed her hands over his thighs, coaxing him back.
'Sorry sweetheart,' he gasped.
Belle smiled, liking his eagerness. She kept up her ministrations, hollowing her cheeks.
'Oh, God, Belle!' He tensed, and then she felt it, ropes of thick cum hitting her tongue.
She swallowed it down and took him through his orgasm, keeping her mouth and hand moving until he leaned back against the bottom of the bed, panting and spent. She let him slip from her mouth, sitting back on her heels.
'Fuck,' he breathed, dazed. 'I'll take you anywhere you like, babe, if that's the thanks I get.'
She giggled, tucking him back in before climbing up into his lap.
'Believe it or not, that wasn't actually how I planned to thank you for whisking me away,' she confided.
'It wasn't?'
She shook her head. 'That was just a spur of the moment thank you when I saw where you actually whisked me away to. What I have actually planned is a little more involved.'
'What is it?' he asked, interested.
'Ooh, coming back to life already, are we?' she asked, smirking.
'Can't seem to stop when you're around, my beauty,' he returned, his hands cupping her bottom.
She undulated against him a little. 'Well,' she breathed, biting her lip, 'you see, I can't reveal all my secrets now, can I?' And, smirking, she patted his chest and climbed off his lap.
'Christ,' he muttered.
She laughed. 'You'll just have to wait a little for your surprise,' she said.
He smiled at her. 'No matter, I've got plenty of surprises in store for you.'
She stared at him. 'I hate you,' she declared, meaning that she hated how good he was at keeping secrets. He knew this, and smiled fondly.
He caught her hand and pulled her to him.
'Yeah? Well, come on and show me how much you hate me.'
She kissed him hard.
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Belle cuddled closer to Tristan as she woke, and then she remembered that they were in neither his bed nor hers: they weren't even in the United States.
'Oh, my God!' she cried.
Gold laughed. 'Hmm, should I be worried? What were you dreaming of that made you react like that?'
She shook her head. 'You know what made me react like that, you impossible man.' She smiled at him. 'Paris, Tristan! I feel like I'm dreaming.'
He laughed again. 'Definitely not dreaming, sweetheart.'
She scooted up for a kiss, lingering over it.
'Mmm, if you're planning on us getting out of bed today, I'd stop that,' Gold warned.
She bit her lip, making him groan. 'Well, I do love you, but I do want to see the city, so I'm afraid that means I've got to stop.'
He smiled. 'Perfectly fine with me,' he said. 'How about breakfast and then we'll see about seeing the sights?'
Her smile was soft. 'Did I mention I love you?'
'You may have, once or twice,' he teased, playing with a lock of her hair. 'Come on, don't look at me like that or I won't be able to let go of you. Go and shower.'
'Coming in with me?' she asked.
'No,' he said. 'We'll never get out if I do.'
She pouted.
'M-m,' he said firmly. 'Go,' he insisted.
'Oh, alright, I'm going,' she grumbled.
Gold lay back, willing himself to think of something other than her naked in the shower. He really would keep her in bed all day, and he knew she'd let him, even though they were in this beautiful city and she was longing to see all they could. He'd just have to be strong and insist on them actually seeing the sights while they were here. Belle would thank him in the end.
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Gold had ordered breakfast to be sent up to their room, so when Belle emerged from the shower, it was all laid out on the table. Light French breads and pastries, fruit, hot chocolate: it all looked divine and delicious, and Belle kissed her amazing boyfriend for his thoughtfulness.
Gold took a shower and joined her at breakfast.
'So, have you thought about where you'd like to go today?' he asked.
Belle's eyes lit up. 'Well, I want to see the Louvre, and visit the Eiffel Tower, and see the Tuileries Garden, oh, and Versailles, and—'
Gold had begun to laugh.
'Sorry,' she said sheepishly. Ok, so she'd wanted to visit Paris forever, and there was so much she wanted to see.
Gold shook his head and reached for her hand. 'No, don't be sorry, sweetheart. Honestly, I love that you're so excited. It's just that there's no way we'll fit all that into one day.'
She laughed a bit. 'No, I know. I just meant while we're here, not all at once.'
He smiled. 'Well, over the course of our visit is certainly manageable, but where shall we start?'
She thought for a bit. 'You know, I'd really just like to get a feel for the city, experience the atmosphere. Could we just walk, see where we end up?'
'I love that idea,' he said.
So, that was what they ended up doing. Setting off from their hotel, they wandered the streets round about the Eiffel Tower. Every time Belle caught sight of that structure, towering over the other buildings, she caught her breath, and Gold decided they'd visit it before they went back to the hotel to get ready for dinner.
They wandered on, now down cobbled streets; now onto wide boulevards. Belle was enchanted by the beauty of the architecture, by the elegance of it all. Gold was enchanted by her enchantment. Yes, he was definitely going to make whisking her away a regular thing, anything to see her look so happy.
She charmed him, as they walked around, with all she knew about the architecture and the history of the city. Every time she began a sentence with 'Did you know…' he would smile and say 'Tell me'. She was clever and beautiful, and he'd never been more in love.
Belle, for her part, was in her element. Not only was she in this gorgeous city, but she was here with the person she loved most in the world. Tristan was everything she'd ever wanted, and she cuddled close to his side, her hand tucked into his elbow, and walked along with him in a happy daze.
Stopping for lunch on the Champs-Élysées, they savoured the best of French cuisine. Then they wandered along the tree-lined boulevard, ending up at the Arc de Triomphe, before Gold steered them back in the direction of the Eiffel Tower.
'Let's see the view from the top of the tower,' he said, at Belle's quizzical look, and she beamed in delight, hugging his arm and almost dancing along in her excitement. Gold had to laugh.
'Oh, my God, it's spectacular,' Belle breathed, looking out over the city from the top of the tower. 'You can see everything.'
Standing behind her, Gold smiled into her hair. Beautiful as the city was, all he cared about was right here in his arms.
'There's Montmartre and Sacré Coeur,' Belle said, 'and I can see Pont-Neuf, and the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs-Élysées, and the Seine, of course. It's all so beautiful.'
But, as enraptured as she was, the best part of this whole trip was the man who held her in his embrace. She turned now and wrapped her arms around him.
'And this is the best part,' she murmured, kissing him.
Gold kissed her. He thought about changing his plans and asking her, right here, to marry him, but he decided against it. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day, and he had a plan.
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They went out to dinner, a decision Gold almost regretted when he heard the noises Belle made at the delicious food. Walking back to the hotel, he couldn't refrain from kissing her passionately, so that they were both well and truly worked up by the time they got there. Which was why Gold was surprised when Belle pulled away.
'Go have a drink in the bar,' she instructed, catching her breath.
He'd really rather not. 'Belle…'
'Go on,' she coaxed. 'Please? For me?'
'Anything for you,' he growled, and reached for another kiss. She held him off, though.
'Not yet,' she breathed. 'Go on. You'll like what I have planned: I promise.'
He was quite sure he would. He shuddered in anticipation of it and went off obediently to the bar, where he had a Scotch to try to calm his nerves.
Ten minutes later, he felt a gentle hand on his arm.
'You must be Mr Gold,' a voice murmured, and he turned.
It was Belle, of course, still wearing her coat, and she'd fixed her lipstick and tidied her hair. She'd called him Mr Gold… His heart thumped. Clearly, she had some game in mind that he should play along with to their mutual satisfaction.
'I am,' he said, 'and who might you be?' He looked her up and down appraisingly, letting her know he liked what he saw.
She stepped a little closer. 'Madame sent me,' she murmured: 'she thought you might like me.'
He smirked. 'Well, Madame was quite right.'
She smiled. 'Shall we…?' She tilted her head towards the elevators.
He nodded and followed her.
Belle was pleased he was playing along. She could only hope he'd like what she had in mind.
She led him into their room, where she'd placed a chair near the bed. She had music queued up on her phone too.
'May I help you off with your coat?' Gold asked, wanting desperately to see what she had on under it. It wasn't her dress from dinner anyway, because he'd seen that poking out from under her coat. Whatever she was wearing now was shorter. He was longing to see what it was.
'Oh, not just yet,' Belle said easily. 'Why don't you make yourself comfortable on that chair, Mr Gold, and just enjoy the show,' she suggested.
Gold did as he was bid, and watched her. She turned her back to him.
'What's your name?' he asked.
Belle smirked. She looked over her shoulder coyly. 'Why, it's whatever you want it to be, sugar,' she said.
Gold groaned at the sultry sound of her voice and she smiled.
'Now, just relax, sweetheart, and enjoy,' she coaxed, and pressed play on her phone.
Gold watched in amazement as she did a sexy striptease. She turned to him, unbelting and unbuttoning her coat slowly, seductively, her eyes on him. But, before he could see what she wore beneath the coat, she turned away. Looking over her shoulder at him, she lowered the coat slowly, slowly, until, finally, he saw that she was wearing a deep red nightgown that came to halfway to her knee. Ok, how come he hadn't seen her packing that? Minx must have wrapped it up in something else so he couldn't see it. Sneaky!
Belle smiled as he swallowed hard. He was sitting on the edge of his seat, staring at her. It was incredibly intoxicating to be so obviously wanted, and, much as she'd wanted to turn him on, she found herself aroused too, very much so. She didn't know if she'd be able to see this thing through to the end, but she had planned it, so she would try.
She turned to face him and he gasped. The back of the nightie was mostly silk, with a little lace at the hem and on the straps and the top edge The front, though, was almost all lace and some kind of gauzy see-through material that really left nothing to the imagination. He'd be able to see her completely through it, but for some strategic placement of lace and the tiny matching panties she wore.
'God,' he choked out.
'You like it?' she asked softly.
'Like it?' he growled. 'Oh, I like it alright. Can't you tell?'
She smirked, because, yes, she could tell. She could distinctly see the bulge in his pants, which pleased her, given what was coming.
Gold nearly lost his mind as she began to move sensuously. She ran her hands over her body, moving to the music. Damn, that nightgown fitted her like a second skin, cupping her breasts and her shapely waist, and her arse…
He moaned as she turned, shimmying, her hand sliding down, down, and she gasped as she cupped herself, which made him swear. Where on earth had she learned to do this? God, he was so turned on!
'You've done this before,' he said, his voice low.
She shook her head. 'First time,' she said, smiling as his eyes grew, if possible, even darker. 'I'd only do this for one man,' she said, and she moved closer, putting her hands on his shoulders. 'Ready for the next part?' she asked, leaning in.
'Oh, God,' he groaned, guessing what was coming.
Belle smirked at the look on his face.
'I suppose I can't touch?' he asked.
She shook her head, her hair tickling his cheek. 'Not until I say.'
'Christ,' he groaned. 'You're killing me,' he complained, and he looked her over. 'But, fuck, what a way to go.'
She smiled and began to move over him, gyrating and undulating, and generally making it very difficult for him to keep control of himself. He could only watch her in amazement for a while. She was absolutely incredible. This would certainly live long in his memory.
'Where'd you learn to do this?' he questioned finally, trying to get his breath. He figured making conversation might distract him from what was going on in his pants.
Belle's cheeks were flushed. They flushed even more at the question.
'I, uh, did a little research,' she confessed.
'Oh, my God,' he breathed, imagining her watching videos of… And now he was even more turned on.
'Do you mind?' she asked, a little worried that he would.
He shook his head vigorously. 'Just, uh, next time you wanna do research, maybe I could…join you.'
She bit her lip, eyes twinkling. He stared up at her.
'You are so sexy,' he breathed admiringly.
'Thank you, Mr Gold,' she returned, back in character. 'You're very sexy too. I'm not supposed to play favourites, you know, but I like you.'
He smiled. 'I like you too.'
Belle smiled, seeing the depth of his feelings for her, even as lust-clouded as his eyes were.
'Do you want to touch me?' she asked.
'Very much so,' he said.
She lowered herself a little, rubbing against him deliberately, where before she'd only teased him. They both gasped.
'God, Belle, I don't think I can take any more teasing,' he said, struggling to rein himself in.
'Not teasing,' she breathed, her chest heaving. 'Think I've teased you enough.'
'So I can touch you?' he asked.
'Yes,' she said, 'please.'
He needed no further invitation. Wrapping his arms around her, he stood and carried her to the bed, where they wasted no time in satisfying their heightened desire for each other.
Next time: a proposal, Belle does a deal, and another surprise