A/N: So, Mr Gold had an evening with Belle, and now Dr Rush gets his turn. After a quickie in his office.
Belle walked quietly up the stairs to the apartment she shared with Ruby, high-heeled shoes swinging from one hand. Ruby had been visiting her grandmother up in Storybrooke, Maine, but was due back that morning, and Belle had had to sneak out early from Professor Gold's apartment in order to get back in time without raising her suspicions. She let herself into the apartment, and froze as she saw Ruby's bag and coat on the couch. Surely she wasn't back already! There were noises coming from the bathroom, and Belle opened and closed her hands for a moment, frozen with indecision. Standing there in a slinky dress with her hair all tousled, reeking of her chemistry professor, was going to be difficult to explain. She heard the shower start running, and darted into her room, closing the door very quietly behind her. She really needed a shower herself, but she hurriedly peeled off her clothes and pulled on her PJs, brushing the tangles out of her hair and hoping that she'd look as though she'd just woken up. Which was almost true.
She went back out to the kitchen to make some coffee, knowing Ruby would probably appreciate it after her long journey. She herself had slept well, curled up in Gold's arms, and had woken at seven, slipping out without waking him and calling a cab to take her back to the university. Running a hand through her hair, releasing some of their mingled scents, she smiled at the memory of their evening. Her body ached pleasantly, and the memory of his mouth on her, of his body pressing down on her, made her belly squirm with faint desire. She distracted herself with spooning coffee into the pot and getting out cups. She was hungry, too, and wondered whether Ruby would want pancakes. Shrugging to herself, she reasoned that she could always eat them all if her roommate didn't, so she got out the eggs and milk and hunted for a bowl, mixing the pancake batter ingredients together.
"Hey, Belle!" Ruby's voice made her look up from her whisking, and the next moment she was caught in a hug that made her giggle. "I hope I didn't wake you. I tried to be quiet, honestly."
"It's fine, I was awake," Belle assured her. "How's Granny?"
Ruby pulled a face, her dark hair twisted up in a towel on her head. "She's fine. Back from the hospital and ordering everyone around. The doctors told her to rest for at least a week, but you know how she is."
Belle smirked, well aware of what Ruby's formidable grandmother could be like. She carried on whisking the pancake batter as Ruby poured coffee for them both and set the cups on the kitchen table.
"You must be tired," said Belle sympathetically. "How was the flight?"
Ruby snorted. "Slept all the way. I'm fine. Anyway, I have a date tonight. You don't mind, do you?" She looked guilty, but it was the best news she could have given Belle. It made her own plans so much easier.
"Of course not! You go, enjoy yourself. I'll be - pampering myself, I think." She set the bowl on the side with a secret smile, turning on the heat and dropping butter into the frying pan. Ruby took a sip of her coffee.
"What did I miss?" she asked, dark eyes anxious. "Dr Rush didn't say anything, did he? I sent him an email telling him it was an emergency, but you know what an asshole he is."
"He didn't mention you," said Belle truthfully, momentarily distracted by the memory of riding Rush in his car until she screamed. Ruby looked slightly more relieved, and Belle ladled batter into the pan, the rich smell of the pancake a soothing scent. Ruby leaned back against the worktop, cradling her coffee in cupped hands as she watched Belle cook.
"What about Professor Gold?" she asked then. "He told me that if I didn't start taking class more seriously, he'd kick me out."
"He knows it was an emergency," said Belle soothingly, flipping a pancake. "He can't kick you out if you have to miss a class due to family illness. You can borrow my notes, anyway, you'll catch up no problem."
"Thanks, Bellz." Ruby took a sip of her coffee, stretching up on her toes and yawning. She was eyeing Belle curiously, and Belle waited for the inevitable question. Ruby took another drink, eyes wide over the rim of her cup.
"Anything else I need to know about?" she asked. "Did you go out last night?"
"Oh, you know me," said Belle, with a grin. "Not one for drinking alone."
"Hmm." Ruby looked unconvinced. "You look as though you had a late night."
Belle frowned. "Thanks. You mean I look like hell?"
Ruby giggled. "No, I mean you look as though you've been partying. You didn't even take off your mascara."
"Oh." Belle rubbed at her eyes, pulling a face at the black streaks on her hand. "Yeah, I'll take a shower after breakfast."
She dished up the pancakes, carrying the plates to the table, and turned back to the cupboards. Ruby's eyes narrowed as she watched Belle getting out the maple syrup.
"You had sex," she said accusingly, and Belle turned with a gasp, a blush rising in her cheeks.
"What?" she said in outrage. "I did not!"
"Oh, you liar, you have so had sex!" insisted Ruby, putting her mug of coffee back on the table. "When I left you looked as though you were ready to chew through the table, and now you've got this smug little grin on your face. Come on!" She bounced up to Belle. "Tell Auntie Ruby everything!"
Belle sighed, shutting the cupboard. "How the hell do you do that, you freak?" she grumbled. "The criminal fraternity had better be very afraid when you graduate."
Ruby chortled, clapping her hands. "I knew it!" she said triumphantly. "Come on then, confess! Who was it?"
Belle hesitated. "I can't tell you," she said reluctantly, and Ruby's face fell.
"Why not?" she whined, and Belle rolled her eyes, turning away and setting the syrup on the table.
"Because. I promised I wouldn't, that's why."
"He's not married is he? Bellz, please tell me you didn't hook up with a married guy?" Ruby dogged her steps as Belle walked back and forth to the fridge, taking out the milk and setting it by the mugs.
"Of course not! It's not like that, but it's - complicated, that's all."
"Complicated," said Ruby flatly. "Okay, if you won't tell me, that doesn't stop me guessing. I'll find you out, French."
She wagged a teasing finger, and Belle sighed. She was terrible at lying, and her best friend was, unfortunately for her, extremely good at solving puzzles. She had a feeling she ought to make the most of the men in her life while she could.
Rush was scribbling in his notebook, ignoring the list of emails from staff and students that he knew he needed to go through at some point, but couldn't quite face right at the moment. He had dragged one of the whiteboards on wheels into his office, to set by the large whiteboard he had on the wall, and both were now covered with equations, scrawled in red and blue marker. He had moved on to the notebook, and was starting to stick little pieces of paper on the walls, covered with scribbled figures, a sure sign that he had a particularly toothy problem to work on. A knock at the door barely registered, and he tore off another page.
"Come in," he said vaguely, frowning at the whiteboards, and heard the door open and close.
"Hey." Her voice, smooth as honey, made him turn, and he smiled briefly. Belle was looking radiant, her hair tied up on her head, in a yellow dress with shoes in the same colour. A blue belt encircled her small waist, and he stared at her for a moment, making her blush.
"Belle," he said then, breaking eye contact as he tucked the notepad into his back pocket. "How are you?"
"Fine." She set her bag down and looked around, and he moved hastily to pick a pile of books off one of the chairs so that she could sit down. He stood for a moment, swivelling on his toes, looking in vain for somewhere to put the books that wasn't already piled with books. God, his room was a fucking mess! He settled for his desk, shoving a pile of ungraded papers out of the way. The books wobbled dangerously, and he straightened the pile, shooting them a warning look before turning back to her. Belle had a small, amused smile on her face, her eyes twinkling. It made him want to kiss her. He recalled that she'd been on a date with Gold the previous evening. The man had tried to rub his nose in it, which had only encouraged him to be snarky in turn. He suspected that, on the assumption that she didn't simply tire of them both any time soon, there would be plenty more opportunity for sarcastic interactions with Mr Gold. He found himself almost looking forward to it, in a strange way.
"I'm surprised to see you here on a Saturday," he said, and she smiled.
"I came to see you," she said. "What's your excuse?"
"Oh," he waved a vague hand. "I'm running a refresher session for some of my failing students. That's if any of the little bastards turn up, of course."
"That's nice of you," she said, sounding surprised, and he shrugged.
"It's a hard class. I don't mind helping those who want to work for it. I'm not holding out much hope for this lot, however."
She rolled her eyes with a grin, and he wondered if he should offer her a coffee, or something. He then remembered that she took hers with milk, and that he didn't have any. Gold probably had several different types of coffee. He no doubt had supplies of milk, cream, and a selection of teas, and served it in porcelain cups. With biscuits on the side. He had nothing to offer her, and yet there she stood, impossibly beautiful, smiling at him. Sudden insecurity made him voice the thoughts he had been having since she walked in.
"I – understand that you – enjoyed your date last night." His stomach only turned a little, saying that, and he was pleased with his lack of reaction. He tried not to think of Gold's hands on her. Or that the other man had no doubt seen her naked, when he hadn't. Belle was frowning.
"He told you? I thought neither of you would want to know."
"It appears that there's a certain amount of posturing going on," he said dryly, rubbing the side of his nose. "I'm afraid you'll have to excuse us. Men are arseholes."
Belle giggled, stepping closer and putting her hands on his chest. "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that. Kiss me."
He grinned at her, taking off his glasses and setting them on the desk, and turned back to her, stepping closer. She let her head fall back a little, and he leaned in, cupping her cheeks and lowering his mouth to hers, his lips soft and warm. Belle opened for him, murmuring as his tongue entered her mouth, savouring his flavour of black coffee and cigarettes. His fingers cradled her head, and he moved forward, pushing her backwards until she was pressed against his door. The dull thump of her back against the wood made her exhale sharply, and she tugged him against her, the belt of his jeans digging into her stomach. She tore her mouth away.
"How long before you have class?" she asked breathlessly, as he kissed down her neck, making her shiver. He looked briefly at his watch.
"Twenty minutes," he murmured in her ear. "Time enough to make you squeal, if you like."
Her lips spread in a slow, warm smile. "I like."
She draped her arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and his hands slid down over her breasts, squeezing her gently before dropping to her hips. He ran his tongue over her pulse-point, making her moan and shudder and press herself against him, and she felt him grin as he nipped along her jawline with his lips.
"This is a pretty dress, Belle," he whispered, fingering the hem. "You look like sunshine, sweetheart."
She grinned at the endearment, her breath quickening as she felt his hand slip beneath the dress, sliding up her thigh. His fingers brushed the edge of her panties, and she clutched at his hair, her body stiffening slightly in anticipation.
"So," she whispered. "You like me in this dress?"
Gently, he sank his teeth into her neck, making her moan.
"I'd like to see you out of it," he growled, and she giggled.
"Well, maybe later," she said teasingly, and inhaled deeply as his fingers slid up over her hip and pushed inside her panties, twisting around and sliding against her. She felt him dip into the wetness between her legs, spreading it, coating his fingertips, and she let out a tiny noise of pleasure as he stroked her.
"How's that?" he whispered, and she kissed his neck, ran her tongue up his throat and nipped at his earlobe.
"Give me more," she breathed, and gasped as he slowly pushed a finger inside her.
Rush groaned into her neck, feeling the tight, wet heat of her. His thumb rubbed circles around her swollen clit, making Belle moan and clutch at him, her hands slipping down to his shoulders and digging into his flesh. He pressed himself against her more firmly, his free hand tilting her head up to kiss him as he fingered her in a steady rhythm, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He added a second finger, and Belle breathed in sharply, lifting a leg and tucking it around his to tug him closer. Her mouth was hot and sweet, the feel of her gripping his fingers was delicious, and he was painfully hard in his jeans. He longed to be inside her, to peel the dress from her alabaster skin and run his tongue over every curve and hollow, to taste her sweetness, to bury himself within her.
He crooked his fingers experimentally, rubbing at her, and Belle stiffened, tearing her mouth from his with a tiny cry.
"Oh, God, that's good!" she whispered. "God, yes! Please, Rush!"
He groaned, pushing her hard against the door, trying to get a little friction against his groin, and she gasped as he thrust into her with his fingers, rubbing against her, his thumb sliding over the hard nub of her clit. Her fingers dug into his spine, her breath coming in pants as he felt her body stiffening in his arms, and she began moving against his hand, quickening the pace.
"Almost," she whispered. "Almost…oh!"
She let her head drop forwards, sinking her teeth into his shoulder to muffle the noise she made as she came, and Rush felt her clench around his fingers, felt the tension leave her body as her hips bucked and her legs wobbled. Hot fluid soaked his fingers, trickling down into his palm, and he groaned again, grinding himself against her, desperate to be inside her. Her breathing gradually quietened, her cheek hot against his, and he let himself calm, breathing in her perfume, gently kissing her neck as she relaxed.
Belle took a deep, shuddering breath, and looped her arms around his neck again. Her legs had stopped buckling underneath her, and she sighed in pleasure as Rush withdrew his fingers from her, lifting them to his mouth and slipping them inside to taste her. The sight made her belly clench all over again, her desire reignited by the long, low sound of enjoyment he made. He licked them clean, dropping his hand to her waist, and she lunged at his mouth, kissing him deeply, letting her tongue slide against his. His lips were warm and plump from her attentions, his stubble scratching her face, and she was sure she would be covered in red patches from where his cheeks and chin had been rubbing against her. She found that she didn't care too much. She broke the kiss, gently pulling at his lips with hers and sighing in contentment. The gleam in his eyes was almost predatory, and made her squirm.
"How much time do we have?" she whispered, her hand snaking down between them to rub at his crotch. She could feel him, hard and hot, and the thought of him made her mouth water. God, she wanted him! Their encounters so far had been hurried, in his car and his office, desperate and intense and, of necessity, quick. She wanted to lay him down on her bed and take her time, and she planned to do exactly that, if he was agreeable. But first, to finish what she had started. Rush bit back a groan as she touched him.
"Time, Rush!" she said sharply, and he looked at his watch in a daze.
"I don't fucking know! Five minutes, maybe?"
She unzipped his jeans, her fingers probing inside, running up and down the hard shaft of his cock.
"How long will it take, d'you think?" she asked urgently, and he let out a laugh that was almost a sob.
"Belle, if you carry on doing that, I'm going to come in my jeans like a bloody teenager!"
That was all the invitation Belle seemed to require. She quickly unfastened his belt, turning them both as she did so and pushing him back against the door. He was breathing hard, his eyes dark as he gazed at her, and she reached into his underwear to free him, dropping to her knees to take him in her mouth.
"Fucking hell, sweetheart!" he swore, letting his head roll back against the door with a dull thud, his fingers cradling her head, twisting tendrils of her hair that had worked loose from the knot on top. Her mouth felt incredible, her lips sliding against him, her fingers digging into the backs of his thighs and holding him close. He hit the back of her throat, feeling her close up around him, and gritted his teeth, knowing he wouldn't last. God, she felt amazing!
"That's incredible!" he gasped. "Oh, fuck, Belle, you feel so fucking good!"
She smiled around him, her tongue wrapping around his length as she moved, her hand reaching inside his pants and caressing his swollen balls, stroking the smooth skin behind the cool sac of his flesh and making a shiver run through him. He could feel himself nearing his peak, his chest heaving, his face twisted, his jaw tight. He looked down, and her eyes turned up to meet him, her cheeks hollowing around him as she sucked. It was too much.
"Belle!" he gasped warningly, and she smiled, clutching at his leg and holding him against her, the scrape of her nails behind his balls making him see stars.
"Fuck!" he groaned, light bursting behind his eyelids as he came, pulsing into her mouth. Belle sucked harder, making sounds of enjoyment as she drank him down, her lips pulling at him, drawing every last drop from him. His legs trembled, and he let go of her head and braced himself against the door with flattened hands, panting as her movements slowed. She let him slip from her mouth, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock, running her tongue across it and making him jerk at her touch. She sat back on her heels with a giggle, and gazed up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes as he wearily tucked himself away and fastened his jeans.
"You, Miss French, are a very bad girl," he said quietly, his accent thicker than normal, his voice deep and throaty. Her smile was smug, contented, and he held out his hands to help her up, noting that her knees were a little reddened from the coarse office carpet. Her hair was tousled and coming loose, no longer the neat bun that she had worn when she entered his office, but it suited her, dark tendrils curling over her flushed cheeks. She was biting her lip, a knowing look in her eyes, and he felt like kissing her all over again.
"I think that was an enjoyable interlude for both of us, Professor Rush," she said innocently, and he groaned internally. She was going to kill him. That was it, she was going to kill him and he was going to hell. He'd even be happy doing it.
She was straightening her dress and patting her hair, looking around for her books, and he pushed himself away from the door, glancing at his watch. He was fucking late for class already. The little bastards could wait a minute or so, it wouldn't take him long to get there.
"Are you – doing anything tonight?" she asked then, looking at him almost shyly, and he barked a laugh.
"Are you suggesting I have some sort of social life? I'll be marking the shite my freshmen have handed in and trying to solve this bugger." He gestured at the whiteboard.
"Oh." She bit her lip, picking up her pile of books. "I thought, maybe you could come over to my place, or something." She looked up at him through thick, dark lashes, her eyes wide and impossibly blue, and the thought of having her properly, in a bed, where he could see and feel every inch of her, was intoxicating.
"What about your roommate?" he asked, cursing himself for always throwing obstacles in their way, but Belle only smiled.
"She has a date tonight. She won't be home until the morning, trust me. Will you come?" She walked back towards him, her hips swaying, and stopped when she was mere inches from him. He could feel the warmth coming from her, could smell the faint scent of her perfume.
"I'll come," he managed, his voice catching in his throat, and a wicked little smile spread across her face, her eyes gleaming.
"Yes," she said softly. "I rather think you will."
She leaned in to kiss him goodbye, a chaste peck on his cheek that nonetheless had his heart racing, and he opened the door for her and watched her leave, feeling the blood pulse in his throat as she looked over her shoulder at him.
"Eight o'clock," she said. "Don't be late, Dr Rush."
She walked on, and Rush shut the door with a sigh, leaning against it and running his hands over his face. He could smell her on his fingers, and breathed her in, remembering the feel of her, the sounds she made.
He was definitely late now, but he barged out of his room and set off at a brisk walk to the lecture hall, determined to wring as much as he could from the session despite having missed five minutes of it. The buzz of students talking died as he entered the hall. There were a few more than he had anticipated, and he was pleased that they had taken the hint and showed up.
"Apologies," he said curtly. "I was unavoidably detained."
His phone buzzed then, and he fished it out of his pocket to turn it off. There was a ripple of nervous giggling, and he frowned at the students, though he supposed he couldn't blame them. He had yelled at more than one of them for coming into class with their phones on. Including Belle, funnily enough. Not turning it off was a mistake he had never made before, and he momentarily wondered whether getting a blowjob had affected his cognitive abilities. A message flashed up on his screen, from Gold of all people.
Set your alarm, Rush, or I'll be calling you later. Bad form to keep a lady waiting. If you think I'll remind you more than once, you're mistaken. Rest assured I'll be more than happy to take your place, however.
Rush glared at the screen, sighed, and set his alarm for seven-thirty. Fucking smug bastard.
A/N: Thought I'd make this a two-parter as well, as Gold got one it only seemed fair. So that will be up fairly soon, I think.