A/N: So, I started writing this, and I have realised that writing Gold and Rush's snarking is just as much fun as writing the porn. Anyway, onward. Rush has a date with Belle at her place, while Ruby is safely out of the way.
Rush jerked as his phone buzzed, vibrating angrily on the desk as he was writing on the whiteboard. He checked his watch and hurriedly finished the equation he was scribbling. Seven-thirty. He had to be at Belle's place in half an hour. Wishing he'd set the alarm for seven, so he could have had a shower, Rush began the process of closing the programs he was running and shutting down his computer. There were several emails from students in his inbox, but he ignored them. They wouldn't be expecting an answer before tomorrow; well, one or two of them might, but they could fuck off. He wasn't paid to work after six, anyway. The fact that he invariably did was beside the point. A knock at the door made him look up briefly.
"Yes?" he asked impatiently, standing up and reaching for his jacket. The door swung open, and he was surprised to see Professor Gold standing there, looking as immaculate as ever with barely a crease in his suit. Rush wondered how he did it, and decided he didn't much care.
"You're going to be late," remarked Gold, as Rush pulled on his jacket.
"Mind your own business," he muttered, and Gold shrugged, looking bored.
"Suit yourself," he said lightly. He looked Rush over as the other man patted his pockets, making sure he had his car keys and wallet. Gold gestured up and down his figure.
"You – ah – you're going like that, then?"
Rush frowned, looking over at him. "Like what?"
Gold smirked. "Never mind."
Trying not to let Gold get under his skin, Rush took his glasses off and cleaned them, pushing them back onto his nose.
"You're not usually here after six," he said. "Shouldn't you be at home, doing whatever it is you do when you're not getting under my feet?"
Gold shrugged. "I thought I'd look in on the competition," he said blandly. "Perhaps I can pick up some tips. Even socially-inept insomniacs must have some redeeming qualities, I'm sure."
Rush ignored him, reaching to turn off the monitor for his computer and tucking one of his ever-present notebooks into his back pocket, before following Gold out and pulling the office door shut behind him, locking it. Gold leant back against the wall of the corridor, looking insufferably smug.
"I presume you're giving her something," he added, and Rush looked across at him.
"Giving her something?" he said blankly. Gold rolled his eyes.
"The usual. Flowers, chocolates. Wine, perhaps. I'm sure she'd appreciate it."
Rush hesitated. How long had it been since he'd been on a fucking date? Would Belle expect something? If he had to try to find bloody flowers he'd definitely be late. Wine, then.
"What did you give her?" he asked, and Gold showed his teeth.
"Three orgasms," he said cheerfully, and winked.
Rush glared at him, storming off down the corridor and trying to ignore the amused snort from behind him.
He didn't have time to take a shower, of course, as by the time he'd closed up his office, got to his car and stopped for the bottle of fucking wine, it was already eight o'clock and he was late. He made it by ten past, and Belle opened the door with a raised eyebrow and a little smile that made him think he should just have said 'fuck it' and left the university when she did, several hours ago.
"Sorry," he said, holding up the bottle of wine, and she smiled resignedly.
"That's okay, I held off on the food. I had a feeling you'd be late."
Rush sighed inwardly, supposing that Gold had never been fucking late in his life.
"I – wasn't sure what I should bring," he said lamely, still standing in the doorway. "It's – it's been a long time since I did this, Belle."
Her face softened, and she kissed his cheek, taking the bottle from him.
"You brought yourself," she said, her perfume wafting over him and making his heart thump. "That's all I needed. Come on in."
She stepped aside, and he walked into the apartment, noting that it was similar to one that he himself had inhabited, what seemed an age ago. Better décor, to be sure. The lounge was clean and neat, two small couches near a coffee table and a flat-screen TV on the wall. There were bookshelves crammed with novels and textbooks, and he ran his eyes over the titles as Belle uncorked the wine and got two glasses from the cupboard. She walked back into the lounge area, holding out a glass for him to take. He noticed that she had changed; she was wearing a shirt of dark blue silk and a black skirt with some sort of net over the top of it. It was very pretty on her. He'd liked the yellow dress she'd been wearing earlier, but this seemed more suited to the evening. He wished he'd changed, and felt suddenly self-conscious, so took a drink of wine to give himself something else to think about. Belle put her head to the side, watching him.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, and he pulled a face.
"Not really," he admitted. "I don't want you to go to any trouble, Belle, I…" He lifted a hand and let it fall, frustrated at his own ineptitude. "I'm sorry, I'm no fucking good at this!"
"Hey," she said gently, and stepped closer, slipping a hand around his waist, standing so close they were almost touching. "It's okay. I'm not expecting any grand gestures, or flowers, or for you to serenade me."
He barked a laugh, taking a swig of wine.
"Well, thank fucking Christ for that," he said, with feeling. "I doubt I'd impress you."
She made a noise of amusement deep in her throat, and kissed his cheek before taking his hand in hers and pulling him towards one of the couches.
"There are far more enjoyable ways you could impress me, Rush," she said, with a wicked little grin. "I recall we already tried a couple of them."
"Indeed." He sat down next to her a little gingerly, watching her out of the corner of his eye. "I'm not entirely sure I didn't fall asleep in my car the other day and dream all this."
She giggled, eyes sparkling, and took a drink of her wine. "I can assure you that isn't the case," she said. "But if you're feeling a little out of it, maybe I can persuade you that I'm very, very real."
She scooted closer, until their knees were touching, and put a hand on his arm. Rush relaxed back with a sigh, letting his head loll against the couch, and Belle moved with him, sinking into his side and pressing her warmth against him. It felt good, and he put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. She settled there with a little noise of contentment, rubbing her head against him like a cat. The scent of musk and roses, a delightfully heady aroma, caught his nose, and he breathed deeply.
"I should have taken you out for dinner," he said quietly.
"We could eat later," she suggested, her fingers walking up his stomach, making his muscles tense. "What do you usually cook for dinner?"
He shot her a wry look, and she sighed.
"Let me guess," she said sternly. "Dinner is more coffee and cigarettes, am I right?"
"I eat!" he protested, and pulled a face. "Just – not regularly, that's all. I get distracted."
"Hmm." Belle looked unconvinced. "If I come over to your place, will I find anything in the fridge except a pint of milk and an old piece of cheese?"
He rubbed the side of his nose. "I believe there may also be some eggs in there," he admitted. "Whether they'd be in a state for you to eat is another matter."
She rolled her eyes, and leaned in to kiss him, her lips soft and warm against his. Pulling back, she smiled slowly at him, taking another drink of wine.
"Well, I'm not hungry for food right now, anyway," she said softly. "What would you like to do?"
In answer, he cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the impossible softness of her warm skin. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her breath quickened as he kissed her. She let out a tiny moan as their lips met, the tone of it making him harden, making him want her. After Gloria had died, after he had mostly finished grieving and had thrown himself into his work with even greater frenzy, a few of his acquaintances had tentatively suggested that he start dating again. He had ignored them all, finding that his sexual get-up-and-go had, for want of a better phrase, got up and fucked off. Until the remarkable Belle French had taken it into her head, for whatever glorious, unfathomable reason, to seduce him in his car that night. A few kisses, the touch of her hand on his skin, and his libido had roared to life. He found himself thinking of her whenever he wasn't completely absorbed by his work. It was infuriatingly distracting, in the most wonderful way.
He pulled back a little, taking a drink of his wine, and Belle settled against him once more with a sound of contentment. Rush let his fingers sink into the hair at the back of her neck, lightly stroking, and they sat for a moment, sipping their drinks.
"So, Gold was quite open about just how much you enjoyed your date last night," he remarked, and Belle looked at him curiously.
"Do you two talk about this kind of thing in detail?" she asked, surprised, and Rush shrugged.
"It's more of a pathetic one-upmanship," he explained. "Gold tries to undermine me, I try to undermine him, we both destroy one another's confidence and leave you to stroke our egos. No doubt Dr Hopper would be able to explain exactly why."
Belle giggled, setting her wineglass down on the small table. "You know, Ruby kind of has the hots for Dr Hopper. Don't encourage her, or this could end up as a very awkward fivesome."
Rush spluttered into his wine, and relaxed as he saw she was joking. She began stroking his leg, her fingers trailing up and down, making his skin tingle.
"I worry that I ask too much of you both," she said quietly, her voice in a low register that made him twitch. "I don't want anyone to get hurt, you know. If this is too weird, I want you to tell me."
He put his glass down, shifting slightly so that he was facing her.
"I want you to be happy," he said truthfully. "If I can do that, either by staying or going, I want you to tell me."
She smiled up at him, her eyes glowing, and gently reached up to touch his cheek, her thumb stroking over his stubble.
"It would make me very happy if you stay," she whispered. "Will you stay with me, Rush?"
In answer, he kissed her, his hands cupping her face, stroking her hair as his tongue entered her. She moaned into his mouth and pressed against him, her hands running over his torso, seeking out the hot skin beneath his shirt, plucking at buttons and the wide buckle of his belt. He gasped as she tugged it open, the buckle clinking faintly, and kissed along her jaw.
"Eager, Miss French?" he murmured.
"Very," she breathed, and pulled, the belt sliding all the way out of the loops of his jeans until she threw it on the floor. He growled, pushing her down on the couch, and Belle nipped down the skin of his neck, her lips rasped by his stubble, her kisses sending shivers through him. He let his hands explore her, the firm muscles of her thighs, the softness of her breasts. She was breathing heavily, and her excitement was infectious. Her teeth sank into his neck, making him jerk with surprise, and then she pulled back, gazing up at him with dark, sleepy eyes.
"Bed?" she suggested.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" he growled, and she giggled, kissing him again.
"Come on, then." She pushed at him, raking his hand as he stood and allowing him to pull her up, before tugging him to one of the small bedrooms. Rush looked around as they entered; the room was small, but neat, the bed made with light blue covers. Belle turned to face him, slipping off his glasses and setting them on the nightstand. Her fingers started to undo the buttons of her shirt, and he stepped forwards, wanting to undress her.
"Let me do that," he said gently, and she beamed up at him, running her hands over his hips as he carefully unfastened her buttons, exposing her pale skin. She let her arms drop as he pushed the shirt from her shoulders, his breath catching in his throat. Belle quickly unhooked her bra and let it fall, and Rush's jaw fell open as his eyes roamed over her perfect breasts. He reached up to cup her, bending his head to kiss her, feeling her slender fingers plucking at the buttons of his shirt, opening it up, sliding over his skin. It felt incredible, and he growled as she pulled her mouth from his and began kissing his chest, sucking a nipple in between her lips. His hands slid up her back to tangle in her hair, winding its silky strands around his fingers as she nipped and licked her way across his thin chest.
"Shirt off, Rush," she murmured, her breath hot on his skin.
Rush shrugged off the shirt, letting it drop and not caring how creased it got. His hands reached for the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down and letting the garment fall. She was wearing a tiny pair of black lace panties, her skin impossibly pale, and he reached for her with a groan, Belle twining her arms around his neck, her mouth seeking his as he slipped his fingers between her legs. Belle whined into his mouth, pushing herself against him. He could feel wetness coating his fingers, and slipped his hand inside the panties, stroking against her tender flesh. Belle moaned, tugging him closer, rising up on her toes and pushing against his teasing fingers. Her tongue stroked against his, her mouth hot and sweet, and she pulled back a little, kissing across his cheek and around to his ear.
"Take me to bed," she whispered, and he gently pushed at her, backing her towards the bed until she pulled away from him, his hand slipping out from between her legs. She scrambled onto the bed, her eyes huge in her face, watching him as he sucked the taste of her from his fingers.
"Pants off, Rush," she urged, and he smirked at her, unbuttoning his jeans as she rolled to the side and pulled open the drawer to her nightstand, fishing out a condom. She lay back as he kicked the jeans away and crawled onto the bed with her, Belle giggling a little as he loomed over her.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, and she kissed him.
"We probably need to lose the underwear," she suggested, and squealed as he sat back on his heels and wrenched at her panties, pulling them off her legs. She was breathless with laughter as he threw them over his shoulder and knelt between her legs, his eyes roving over her pale body. She was perfection; all soft curves and firm limbs, the dusky pink flesh between her legs making him twitch with desire. He hurriedly lipped off his own underwear, allowing her to put the condom on him, growling with pleasure at the touch of her hands
Belle's abdomen clenched with need as she gripped him, his flesh hard and hot beneath her fingers. She had thought their first night together would be like her night with Gold, taking their time, taking it slow. Her reaction to getting Rush naked was very different. She just wanted to fuck him senseless. She wrapped her legs around him, enjoying the look of surprise on his face, and rolled until she was straddling him. He was looking up at her, wide-eyed. It made her want to giggle.
"One of these days, Miss French, I'm going to take you by surprise," he remarked dryly, and she grinned, grasping his cock in her hand.
"Not today," she whispered, and sank down onto him. Rush threw his head back with a loud groan as she settled herself, enjoying the feel of him inside her, taking him all the way inside. She purred with satisfaction as she wriggled her hips slightly, bracing her hand on the flat of his belly.
"God, that's good!" she whispered. "Are you ready?" She smirked at him, and he gazed at her hungrily.
"Oh, fucking please!" he growled, and Belle laughed delightedly, beginning to move, her movements slow and steady, rocking against him, making him slip out almost all the way before sliding back down onto him. His hands inched up her thighs, sliding over her hips, and Belle moaned as he gently reached between her legs, his finger slipping through the wetness there, where their bodies met, rubbing against her.
"That's good!" she breathed, still moving rhythmically. "Right there!"
She quickened the pace a little, and he let her rub against his fingers, letting her find the touch she liked. His fingers felt good against her, long and hard and slightly calloused, and she concentrated on that, on how his touch made her melt and burn, on how thick his cock felt inside her, filling her. She was close, she could feel it
The sound of the apartment door slamming made Belle start, and she looked hurriedly over her shoulder, then back at Rush, alarm rising in her face.
"Belle?" Ruby's voice floated through the door. "Are you in? I took the wrong purse, so I had to pop back for some condoms. I mean, I had, like, two in my purse, but you never know. I'd rather have too many, right?"
Belle gave Rush a look of desperation, and he tried to hold back his smirk of amusement.
"You left some in the kitchen drawer," she shouted, as footsteps neared the bedroom.
"Cool. Hey, did you want to meet up for lunch tomorrow? I'm planning on a late one."
She was right outside the door, and there was an ominous sound as she grasped the handle.
"Crap! No, Rubes, don't fucking come in!" squeaked Belle desperately, as the door handle rattled. It stilled immediately, and she could almost feel Ruby's curiosity.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Are you getting dressed?"
"No! Don't open that door!" snapped Belle, and heard a sigh from the other side.
"Come on, Belle, what are you doing in there?"
Belle squeezed her eyes shut. "Masturbating!" she shouted, it being the first thing to come into her head which would discourage Ruby from coming in the room. Rush pulled a pillow over his face, shaking with silent laughter.
"Jeez, TMI, Belle! Just…lie to me next time, okay?" They heard Ruby's footsteps fading, and minutes later the door to the apartment closing behind her, and Belle let out a sigh of relief and looked down at Rush. He removed the pillow, grinning up at her, his face slightly flushed from the exertion and from holding in his laughter.
"Masturbating?" he said enquiringly, and she shook her head, bright red with embarrassment.
"First thing I could come up with," she admitted. "And not that far from the truth, if you think about it. Now, get on with it."
Rush grinned in amusement. "Yes ma'am," he said, with a mocking salute, and Belle resumed her movements, his fingers once more stroking against her soft folds. She settled back into the rhythm she had been using, slow and steady, gradually increasing in pace until she was almost panting, his fingers drenched with her fluids. The feel of her was incredible, the way she slipped and pulled against him, the way she clenched around him. Her breasts bounced on her chest as she upped the pace, her fingers tightening on his skin, and she suddenly threw her head back with a cry as she came, her walls squeezing him, her chest heaving. She jerked against him, her little cries fading as her movements slowed, and she fell forwards onto her hands, her hair brushing his stomach. He stared at her with something like wonder, reaching up to cup her hot cheek with his hand.
"God, you're beautiful!" he whispered, and she smiled and collapsed onto him, her mouth hot and wet and hungry. His arms slid around her, and he rolled, pinning her beneath him, still inside her. Belle relaxed back with a sigh, stroking his hair back from his face.
"Okay, Dr Rush," she said quietly. "Your turn, I think. How about you fuck me hard?"
He thrust into her with a groan, loving the feel of her, and she arched up into him, nails digging into his shoulder blades as she moaned in pleasure. Rush slid his hands down her body, fingers sliding under her thighs and tugging them upwards so that he could push deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind him, her inner thighs squeezing him, and he continued to move, in and out, his hips pumping and his hands stroking her face and his tongue sliding into her open mouth to taste the sweetness of her.
Belle kissed him hungrily, her tongue probing his mouth, her fingernails raking up his back to tangle in his hair, the taste of him dark and bitter in her mouth, the scent of him surrounding her, the feel of his sweat delicious against her skin. She pulled her mouth from his and kissed down his neck, gently chewing on the skin of his throat.
"Fuck, Belle!" he groaned, and she smiled.
"Please!" she breathed, and licked up his neck, tasting salt, feeling the soft bristles beneath his jaw against her tongue. Rush groaned again, cradling her head in his hand, his fingers sinking into her hair as he ground himself against her. She could feel herself building again, and was surprised, but delighted. She lifted her pelvis, pressing against him, increasing the friction, gasping as he hit her just right.
"Yes!" she moaned. "God, yes, Rush!"
He quickened his movements, slamming into her, his body rubbing against hers in a steady rhythm, and she could feel the tide of bliss rising within her, the blood flushing her cheeks, her breath heaving as they rocked and thrust. She could feel Rush stiffening, the muscles in his back and shoulders tightening, and he suddenly threw his head back with a long, groaning cry as she felt him pulse, felt him spill himself. The sensation pushed her over the edge, made stars burst in her head and shadows claim her vision as she keened, clinging to him, her hips bucking against him until they both collapsed, panting, their bodies slick with perspiration and Belle's own fluids.
Rush let his head drop into the hollow between her neck and shoulder, his entire body tingling, a warm heaviness spreading through his limbs. She smelt incredible, her perfume enhanced by the scent of her arousal, mixed with his own musk. He kissed the damp skin of her neck, still trying to catch his breath, and she murmured contentedly, her fingers running lightly over his back and making him shiver.
"Wow," she slurred, and he grunted something, kissing her again. Belle wriggled a little, and he pushed himself up on his elbows, brushing her hair back from her face and kissing her deeply before pressing his forehead to hers. She unlocked her legs from around him with a sigh, allowing him to move, and he gently moved out of her before rolling onto his back. He pulled her with him so that she could lie with her arm thrown across, her head gently rubbing against his chest. She kissed his nipple, making him start, and he settled back in the bed with a low growl of pleasure, putting an arm behind his head.
"Okay?" asked Belle, and Rush shot her a look.
"More than okay," he confirmed. "That was - you were - incredible."
She grinned at him, raising up on her elbow and pecking him on the lips.
"We could finish our wine, now, if you like," she suggested. "I'll even cook, if you're hungry."
"Wine first," he agreed, and kissed her again.
Belle slipped from the bed, pulling on his shirt and buttoning it loosely. She could feel him watching her, and grinned as she left the bedroom and walked through to the lounge to retrieve the wine glasses. She almost didn't notice the piece of lined paper, ripped from one of the pads that she and Ruby used for class notes, slipped beneath one of the half empty wine glasses on the small table.
A man's belt and TWO glasses? Masturbating, my ass! You are SO busted, French!
Belle sighed. It looked as though she was going to have some explaining to do.
A/N: Oops! In the next instalment, it's Professor Gold's turn. Not before he does something embarrassing, though :)