I do not own Once Upon a Time.
WARNING: Smut.
Thanks to bad-faery for all the sweet advice.
Ok, sorry for take so long to post this, but I think I'll be finally forgiven! Thank you for all the support until now!
Running. She was running. Belle was running away from that house; Was running away from Gold, with all his documents stored in her purse. Isabelle was fleeing from her destiny.
She had succeeded. Belle had managed to steal all the secrets of Adrian Gold. But why she was feeling so sad? Now she would have the chance to return home; back to her father. But she had betrayed the trust of Gold... Betrayed her heart.
But there wasn't more time to repent. Adrian Gold was a monster and now she finally would know all his secrets.
Belle finally arrived at the house of James, hastily knocking on the door. She heard footsteps approaching to meet her.
"Isabelle" The maid of the house, Laura, opened the door for her, surprised to see Belle there. "My God! Come in!"
The house was silent. Belle realized that some of the windows were covered with heavy curtains.
"Laura, where are James and Mary Margaret? Are they okay?"
"Yes... They are..." Isabelle realized that something had happened. "Where have you been? We were so worried... ".
Belle strange question. They knew where she had been during all these days, Gold has told that he had talked to James, and that he was aware of what had happened with her. "What do you mean by that?"
"Isabelle?" Mary Margaret appeared in one of the doors, coming to her.
"Mary!" Belle hugged her friend tightly. Never thought she'd feel so homesick. "How is James?".
"He's fine. Where have you been? We think that Gaston had you arrested you."
Belle shuddered to hear that name, a lump forming in her throat with only the brief thought of him. "Gaston..." Belle couldn't finish what she was going to say, but Mary Margaret seemed to understand.
"Oh, Belle! I'm… I'm sorry... ".
"But that does not matter anymore... And you know I was at Gold's house, so... ".
"What? You were with Gold?" Mary looked horrified for Belle.
"I... I thought you knew. He said that he had warned James." Belle realized that Mary Margaret knew nothing.
"He didn't say anything to us, Belle."
Belle felt the anger start to dominate her body. "He didn't? He... He lied to me..." Gold lied again. Not expecting for what Mary Margaret was about to say, Belle turned her back to the woman began to climb the stairs. "Isabelle! Calm down. What are you doing?"
Belle did not stop to look at Mary Margaret. "I'm finishing my mission. I found several documents from him and I will kill him tonight."
"Belle, stop. You are confused. You don't know what you're doing..."
At that moment, Belle became enraged with the woman, and went down the stairs in front of her stopping just inches away. "I was subjected to every kind of atrocity that you will can't ever imagine, Mary Margaret. So I know exactly what I'm doing. This is my mission, then I suggest to you leave me alone!"
Mary Margaret retreated, leaving Belle went up to her room. Really, what happened to Belle was something she could not imagine, but she knew that it had destroyed the soul of Isabelle. Poor girl.
Arriving at her room, Belle did not wait even one second, and sitting on the bed, took all the files and started leafing through them.
There were several newspaper clippings dated October 17, 1939, all spoke on the same subject. Three days after suffering an attack by the German submarine U-47, commanded by Captain Günther Prien, who penetrated the defenses of the harbor of Scapa Flow and torpedoed the battleship HMS Royal Oak, the region suffered another attack, this time by four bombers of the Luftwaffe, one of the first air attacks suffered by British territory, which in addition to achieving one of the oldest battleships anchored there, HMS Iron Duke, also caused the death of over 50 civilians who lived there.
It was strange to Scapa Flow have suffered that second attack, after Winston Churchill ordered the construction of a series of blockades in eastern accesses at bay, the "Churchill Barriers". It was as if the Germans knew exactly where to attack.
There were several markings on those papers, and only one name stood out in all of them... Regina. Regina. Regina.
Belle looked at one of the maps, which portrayed all regions of France. Certain points were circled or marked with an x.
And in the midst of so many sheets, there was a drawing of a child's face. A boy, to be exact. He looked to be around sixteen years of age at the drawing. In the back of the paper was written a date, 1940, and a name: Baelfire.
At that time, Belle was able to form a part of the puzzle in her head... Does Regina was behind the attacks in Scapa Flow? And... Oh no, that would be Baelfire at the region, at the time the bombing began? Was he...
One of the four attacks should have reached the place where Baelfire and her mother were sheltered, but Regina was really involved? That hypothesis leave Belle sick.
Picking up one of the last packs of papers, Belle realized that those were different and was written in a thin and elegant calligraphy. She started reading the first one, dated October 16, 1939.
"Dear Bae,
It's only been a few days since we last saw. I cannot speak much to you, but I'll soon be embarking for France. I really hope you're well. I was worried when I heard of the attacks on the port of Scapa Flow; hope you're safe. I wish I could be with you on this special day. Happy birthday, my son.
I know that this letter is not a worthy gift, but I want you to know that I love you very much. You, my son, is who gives me strength to move on. You are the bravest person I know.
So, my boy, continue to be so. Be brave. I love you, my dear Bae. Happy Birthday. "
Belle read that letter, feeling her eyes tarnish with tears that were beginning to form. Gold really loved his son. But what hurt most about that letter is that it was never delivered to the boy. The attacks were reported in the newspapers came a day after the letter was written. Baelfire never received that letter from his father.
There were four similar letters to that, and Isabelle got another, this time with the day she and Gold kissed at the Opera; August 1943.
"Dear Bae,
I continue to write these letters to you in the hope that someday we can read them together.
How difficult it is to survive in a world that we cannot trust anyone. This damn war... Does it will have an end?
I live in an ocean of darkness and despair. I cannot find an exit. But is there a way out?
Cursed Führer, who plunged the world into chaos.
Forgive me for writing you this, my son, but you're still the only person who gives me strength to continue...
You, and a little light that begins to shine timidly on the horizon of my darkness. I can see that light and I desperately want to follow her, but if she goes out and..."
Belle threw that letter away without understanding what he meant by that light, and took another... This was the latest of all, written the night that Jefferson had taken her to Gold's house.
"Bae,
I promised I would keep that light safe, but I failed, and she was almost extinguished. I cannot allow it to erase... I have to believe that she will continue to shine and light my way.
It is weird this light, Bae. It has a vanilla scent and her light is blue. I can see it but cannot feel it, I cannot touch it: So delicate is this light.
And Bae, this light has a name that translates exactly what it is: Belle. Oh Bae... ".
She could no longer read. Belle could not read any more, while tears rolled down her face, while her heart ached in her chest.
He had trusted her.
Belle knew then, that she could never do harm to this man. Gold was not guilty of anything; he was not completely innocent, but Regina had lied to her.
That was enough. Nobody would decide what she should or should not do. Nobody. Belle had to escape. Escape the fate that Regina was choosing for her. Belle would leave Gold in peace. That if he did not kill her.
Gold would never forgive her. Belle would have to draw a new plan. That night, she would go back to his house, would return the files and then run away.
Isabelle knew he would never trust her again, but that does not change the fact that Belle had fallen in love with Gold. And if there was one thing she could do for him was to let him alone.
Back to that house would mean her death.
Belle looked at her watch; soon the curfew would sound. She needed to be quick and careful, for what she was about to do would be something dangerous. The night kept many threats in its darkness, and the Germans was one of the most treacherous of all.
Changing clothes, Belle put the same blue dress she had worn the night she met Gold. She thought for a moment whether or not to bring a gun with her, but gave up the idea. She would wait until the moment when Gold came out of his house; no matter how long she would have to wait.
Holding his files securely in hand, she left her room.
"Isabelle, you're not going back there, are you?" Mary Margaret held her at the time she was about to leave.
"Mary, nobody decides my fate but me! This is my life!" Belle turned and left the home of James and Mary Margaret Bougton to never return.
It was almost dusk when Belle left the house. Few people were still walking in the streets of Paris. Nobody wanted to risk it and end up being reprimanded by Gestapo agents or Civil Police.
Isabelle ran; fled from all rules, directly to her fate.
Gold lived near the Jardins du Luxembourg. It was a quiet and elegant area, surrounded by several gardens, which during the day, displayed an incredible exuberance, but at night, it was a dark region and sometimes dangerous. And it was in these gardens, near his house, which Belle hid. There, she could have a perfect view of the front of the house and could see any movement of people.
It was not long until she saw Jefferson appear. He stopped next to the car, opened the door and waited for someone else who was leaving the house. Jefferson looked at all sides, apprehensive, trying to see if anyone was watching them; Belle almost think he had seen her, but he did not. Then she saw another man appears, and holding a cane, walked out to meet the driver. Belle could not see the man's face, but knew it was Gold. He did not hold any bag or anything else that belonged to him and that would indicate that he wasn't leaving forever; Gold would return.
Belle was hidden, waiting until they both get into the car, and only left her hiding place when five minutes had passed since they had left.
She needed to be quick; there was a group of Germans in the vicinity. Belle hurried, and reached the back of the huge house.
There was a small iron gate that separated the cottage garden from the horde of the forest, and silently she entered. All the lights were off within the mansion, when Belle entered the back door of the kitchen; supposedly, the only person who was in the house was Mrs. Potts, and no doubt the woman would not bring any problem to Belle.
Now that Belle had managed to enter, she would only need to go to room of Gold and put the files back in his drawer.
Her steps made muffled sounds on the wooden floor as she walked through the halls. Finally, Belle stopped in front of the room. Soon, all would be over.
Breathing deeply, she entered. It was dark inside, except for the glow of the flames that crackled shy in the fireplace. Belle did not look around her, but her eyes fixed on the huge bed involuntarily. So many memories come to her mind... How loved she had felt in his arms. But they were only memories...
Trying to lighten her mind, Belle went to the desk. She needed to be quick. Looking at the file in her hand, Belle approached them to her lips; those were the last pieces of the puzzle that was Adrian Gold; those papers were the last thing she would see about him... She needed to store in her mind the last memories of that man. "Forgive me..." Belle whispered, softly kissing those papers as if they were the own lips of her beloved. She felt the tears flow down her face, but she did not stop the tears from falling.
But when she opened the drawer to store the documents, Belle stopped abruptly. The compartment that should be empty, contained a single delicate rose of the most intense red that she had ever seen before. Picking up the flower, Belle approached it to her nose to enjoy the smooth and distinctive aroma.
"Well, well, well, hello dearie". A deep voice came from the corner of the room behind her, and Belle felt all her courage escape her body. Holding the flower tightly against her chest, Belle turned to face the Spinner.
"Gold..." There was no need to call him Mr. Carruthers anymore, so Belle didn't bothered when she left his real name slip through her lips. Gold smiled at that, but she could see that in his eyes there was only hatred.
Gold was sitting in one of the armchairs near the fireplace; he had been there the whole time, hiding in the shadows.
He raised his gun, pointing directly at her. Oh, she would die.
"It's lovely to finally be able to meet you, Rose." He said. Gold hadn't left his house as Belle had thought. It was clear that he knew Isabelle would try to return to his home, but he thought she wanted to kill him.
Belle tried to rescue her courage again, but failed, and that seemed to amuse Gold.
"I wish I could say the same, Spinner." Belle said with her voice full of disdain.
"Oh no, dearie, please! Not Spinner" He sneered, with his Scottish accent marking each word. "Please, sit!" He pointed to the chair in front of him, but Belle did not move, remaining standing. That seemed to irritate Gold even more, and he unlocked the gun. "I said sit!"
Belle walked slowly, sitting in the chair in front of him. She realized that before killing her, he would sneer her. "Now, take off your shoes."
Feeling her body tremble, Belle looked at him pleadingly. So he intended to do with her the same Gaston had done; rape her in every way possible and then kill her. "We both know what is hidden in them." Belle did as he commanded, removing her shoes and handed them to him.
Gold broke the heel of her right shoe, were inside was hidden a little blue pill; the same pill that Regina had it delivered to her before Belle embarking for France and said she would use it if she was captured by enemy forces.
"Ohoho... This is a dangerous thing, Miss Rose" he said, tossing the pill on the fire. "Now, I'm curious. Tell me, what is your real name, dearie?"
Belle remained silent; if there was something she knew was that names had power. Gold sighed angrily. "I suggest you find all your courage back and start talking. This our conversation will take some time."
"Why?" Was the only word she could make. Why did he not killed her yet?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... I am the only one who will ask questions here. Now, tell me: What's your name?"
Belle was trying to hide everything about who she was, but at that moment it would be impossible to keep her secrets. "Isabelle. Isabelle French" Her name was said in a barely audible whisper.
Gold seemed surprised. "French? You are the daughter of Colonel Maurice French? Ohoho, how he let his child be sent to war?".
"My father did not take any decision about what I do or do not do. Nobody decides my fate but me!" Belle said with anger; why everyone thought that she was not able to decide what she wanted to do or not do in relation to her life?
"Is that so, Miss French? So you really are a stupid girl to decide to come to war. And this..." He raised the gun again. "Proof that you should have stayed at home with your books. War is not a place for children."
"Why are you doing this? Why don't you kill me? You should have shot me in the moment I entered this room. What are you waiting for?"
"I'm waiting because before I want to know everything, dearie." Gold said. "Then you can rest assured that I will fill you with bullets." He spoke, and Belle saw in his features that the man spoke the truth. "Well, first, we both know that Regina is trying to kill me, and put you in her plans was really smart. But I cannot understand why you did not give to her my documents?"
"Because I didn't find anything in them that could be of interest to her." Belle lied.
"Ohoho, don't lie, little Belle. You've already lied enough so far. Those documents are all that Regina wants. So answer me again. And this time, the truth."
"Because..." Belle sighed. "It was said to me that I would find all the incriminating facts once and for all. But... There was nothing in them that Regina had told me. This mission... I was assigned to find out everything about a man who betrayed his country but... What if it was all a lie?"
Gold looked at her seriously. "Sometimes if you tell a lie various times it ends up becoming a true... But I don't trust you. I know you're involved in all the plans of Regina. You are her puppet. And you should have believed her when she said I was the best agent they have ever had. You should not have fooled me!"
"Fooled you? I never... "
"Shut up, you devil!" Gold shouted; anger marked his eyes, which were unrecognizable. "You cheated on me since the beginning, was not it? Ah, yes! Always was a trap!"
"What? There wasn't... "
"Shut the hell up! You're lucky to still be alive!"
"Then why don't you kill me?" Belle screamed too. "You just have to pull the trigger!"
"Oh, I will kill you, dearie. Just let me finish. By the end of the night you will be stretched in this floor, as cold as ice. Just let me know all the lies you told... "
"Lies?" Isabelle felt the anger through her veins, in every inch of her body. "You toyed with my feelings, Gold! Since the beginning I knew there was something wrong with all that Regina had told me. I tried to understand you and you... You lied to me. You said you'd protect me! I knew it was a false hope, but I really wanted to trust you. But you lied! The moment I most needed you, you were not there! While I was being fucked by that German, you was shooting in James!"
"Shooting in James?" Gold did not hold the gun anymore, but she could still see the hate in him. "Looks like you're not the only person who has lied."
"Lied? I saw when James came home with his shirt covered in blood and with the wound in his shoulder "
"But he said it was me who shot him?" Gold has made that simple question, but Isabelle realized she did not have an answer... Now she was thinking. James had told her nothing. When she was going to ask, Gaston had arrived and since then Belle had not seen James again. "I saved his life." Gold said. "If I wasn't there, Bougton would be dead by now."
"Still, you didn't protected me." Isabelle muttered, feeling the tears forming in her eyes again. At that moment, she thought she saw pain in his eyes, but soon was gone, and he pointed the gun at her one last time.
"As you so wisely said, nobody decides our fate." Gold unlocked the gun for the last time. "Just one more question." And in his brown eyes, it had a small dash of golden glow that Belle had seen in them one day. Those sweet eyes. "Why did you come back?" He asked in a whisper, as if that were the most important question.
Belle tried to avoid eye contact with him, but his eyes held her, watching her intently, and Belle could not lie to him.
"Because... I-I couldn't let Regina find those documents. If she had, you could be dead... "
"And why you didn't killed me?"
Belle smiled sadly with that question, as if there wasn't a more obvious answer. "How could I? How could I kill the man I fell in love with?" She whispered, closing her eyes, waiting for death to come to her. But there was no sound of gunshot.
Opening her eyes, she saw Gold looking at her sadly. "You don't mean that. Belle, I did so many things, so many things unforgivable. If you knew... You would never say that."
"Of course I did! I could never kill you. I knew it from the first time I saw you." Belle needed to be brave, at least that last time. "Gaston may have destroyed my soul, but my heart... My heart is safe with you..." She felt the tears fall, and Belle sighed in relief, closing her eyes again; if she had to die, at least now he knew the truth.
That's when she heard the gun he was holding to fall with a thud on the floor, and opening her eyes, she saw that Gold was crouched in front of her and gently rested his fingertips on her cheek. "Oh, sweetheart" Gold whispered, looking at her with no trace of hatred that had marked his features moments before. "You Belle... You may never want to love a monster like me... ".
Belle looked intently at him, as if she saw the soul of that man. "You're not a monster. You're just an ordinary man... And I really love you."
Gold seemed to hold his breath with that, and as softly as on the night at the Opera, he approached and kissed her with all his passion.
His lips were soft this time and none of them dodged the touch. They both wanted to prolong that moment as if their lives depended on it. That kiss meant much more than it seemed. It was a deal. An agreement that was being sealed. This time it was Gold who broke the kiss, looking deeply; his eyes a shade of the most beautiful brown she had ever seen. "Oh, my sweet Belle" His voice was hoarse and affectionate, marked by emotion. And how he pronounced her name... It was as if she were his most precious treasure, and that was enough for her finally cry.
Gold hugged her, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Forgive me, please…" She sobbed, burying her face in his chest.
"Sshh..." He started kissing her hair, and then her forehead. "My dear, I am the only one here who has to apologize."
Belle hugged him even stronger. How that had happened? Minutes ago he was about to kill her, and now they were hugging and declaring their love to each other. There were so many problems that they would have face, but it did not matter. Belle was alive in his arms and there was nothing she wanted more than to be with him and love him. Probably the next morning, Regina would declare her as another traitor and she would be persecuted for the same reasons they pursued Gold. That was the last chance to be with him. It was the last chance to love him. Strange is this feeling of loving someone. It was a drug, an addiction.
Gold was so much hurt to the point of having to ask for forgiveness as well. He was just an ordinary man. And there was nothing to be forgiven.
Belle kissed him again, but this kiss was full of desire. She wanted to stay with him forever, but how could she if death was so close to them? How could they be happy if the war did not allow them to be? She wanted Gold more than anything. More than the air itself. How she could show it to him? Belle pressed her tongue against his lips, trying to feel all of him. Gold seemed to notice it, and pull her a few inches away.
"Belle..."
"I love you. I love you more than anything. Please protect me. Please... Stay with me,"she whispered, trying to kiss him again.
"There Belle... You don't want that. I am not worthy of you," he said painfully, allowing her to understand. "You deserve someone better, Belle, not me. I'll be content to just watch you and keep you safe." She was his light, and he was trying to do the right thing with her, not pushing her to give more than she wanted, but like everything he touched, he had hurt her.
"Having your love makes me happy," she told him, stroking his hair. "I fell in love with you the day I met you, and nothing of what people told me changed my mind. You're still the same man. I just know you better now."
"Belle..." he began, and she pressed her fingers over his lips to silence him.
"You're a good man," she said, giving him no chance to protest. "Yes, you did terrible things, but I guess I can understand why. I'll understand why. Please protect me. Please... Love me the same way I love you. "
"Belle" The way she uttered those words made him want to laugh and cry at the same time. Gold kissed her voraciously, surrendering to that passion.
Belle felt when her body left the chair and he carried her with him to his bed, placing her gently over the covers. He didn't stopped touching her any time, applying kisses across her throat.
She had her fears, of course… What Gaston did to her was something who would keep in her mind and soul forever, but Gold wasn't Gaston… And, that moment, Belle saw that she didn't know what to expect of the man who was laid with her. This had to be her decision, her choice. She knew he wouldn't steal this from her. "I won't hurt you," he promised.
Her mouth quirked in a small smile. "I know you won't. I trust you, Adrian." That was the first time his name cross her lips, and she liked to way it sounds.
Softly their bodies collide naked, the feeling of skin against skin a wonderful combination. What they were about to do was the largest proclamation of the love they felt for each other.
With that she placed her hands in his, and he tightened his hold on them, the pair of them lying naked, hand in hand. "I love you, Adrian."
"And I love you too." He whispered in her ear. "Since the first night I saw you; I fell in love with your brightness, with your smile, with your eyes. You're my light, Belle"
Belle smiled at him, placing the lock of hair that was fallen over his face behind his ear, looking fondly at him. She had a feeling that she'd fallen in love with him that night too. It had just taken her awhile to realize it.
"Sounds like fate" She said. He growled, trapping her beneath him as he nipped at her earlobe.
Belle muffled a laugh. He stopped teasing her and instead reached up to undo her hair, sending her curls cascading to the pillows around her. Gold propped himself up on his elbows as he carded his fingers through them, combing them haloed her face. "My sweet Belle."
She saw the way he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He looked at her like nobody had ever did. Adrian had been made for her- her perfect mate- and she had been created solely for him. There was no one who could keep them apart. Belle knew he had did terrible things, but she would understand all of them. Nobody would keep them apart. Neither Regina nor the Germans, nor the war.
Lowering his head, he indulged in her mouth for long minutes, relearning the taste of her. Her memories could never quite capture his exact combination of herbs and strong spirits, and the only remedy would be to have his always at her side so she could constantly remind herself just how perfect he was.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he cautioned, trusting Belle to let him know if he did anything she found distasteful. "Tell me if I do something that doesn't please you" He wanted to make sure he wasn't Gaston, and Belle knew she trusted him.
He devoted himself to kissing her throat and collarbone, scraping his teeth carefully over the place where her neck met her shoulder, longing to leave his mark on her and warn off every other man who looked at her. The need for secrecy precluded that, and he settled for pressing a lingering kiss to the spot, promising himself that one day he'd brand her as his.
Gold kept his touches light and gentle, not wanting to frighten her. This was the first time they were really together, and he wanted to show her that she didn't have to fear anything. What Gaston did to her we would never be capable to even think to do.
"Oh, Adrian…" she sighed as she felt he grazed his hand over her breast, and she arched languidly into his touch, her eyes shining with warmth and contentment and not a trace of fear.
"My Belle," he rasped, filling both hands with her soft curves, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of his rough hands on her perfect body. He rubbed the undersides with his thumbs, and she hear her soft moan of pleasure, before he dared to touch her nipples. They shrank into tight buds at his first tentative caress, and her responsiveness made him groan. Common as he was, Belle welcomed his touch, craved it the same way that he craved her.
And when he lowered his head to press his lips against the sweet bud, and she stiffened with a gasp, her fingers plunging into his hair to hold him in place. "Belle…," he groan, before taking the bud into his mouth and sucking, laving it with his tongue until she was all but tearing his hair out. It felt good.
Belle was biting her lip, her face flushed, and he swallowed a groan, running his tongue over the abused flesh until she opened her mouth for him, shifting beneath him until he lay cradled between her thighs. "Adrian…" she moaned against his mouth, and she felt when his cock surged at the pleading note in her voice.
She could feel his heat, and she knew her body was already wet and ready for him. What they were about to do was something that went beyond mere carnal desire; they were finally together.
Belle's hands left his hair to stroke his back, using just her fingertips, and the delicate caress was nearly his undoing. Belle wanted to be with him, but she was still afraid. He tugged gently at her nipple with his teeth.
Nothing had ever made her blood boil like Gold's artless caresses. He was the first man who was truly being with her, like true lovers.
Belle pushed his head for another kiss; he let his own hands wander over the soft plane of her stomach and her hips before sliding beneath her to give her a squeeze of his own. Belle's teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and he couldn't help the instinctive jerk of his hips, his cock pressing against her stomach for just a moment before he forced himself to pull back.
With a moan of complaint, Belle tossed her head, arching beneath him, "Adrian, please…"
He was going to be the death of her, and she couldn't think of a better way to go. With him loving her in that way. "Soon, love," he promised, running his hand over her quivering thigh, slowly approaching the one place on her body he'd yet to touch.
Carding his fingers through her damp curls, Gold watched her face closely for any sign of distress, seeing only excitement, tempered by a hint of nervousness. "I won't hurt you," he vowed again, sealing his promise with a press of his lips to hers. Of course he would not hurt her.
"I know," she whispered back, "I'm not scared of you."
"Brave, brave Belle," he crooned, letting his fingers stray lower, just brushing over her folds for long moments before he dared delve deeper. She grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin in a way he was willing to bet she was unaware of. He held himself still, her delicious wetness coating his fingers, until she gave a small nod of encouragement.
She was so hot and slick against his fingers that he could barely keep control, thinking about how glorious she would feel against his cock. Belle felt like heaven. And Belle was feeling like in heaven. His fingers in her were a strange feeling. So different of what had been with Gaston torturing her.
He couldn't resist kissing her trembling mouth, quenching his thirst with her lips. Being with Gold like this was enough and perfect, and he teased the sweet little nub of flesh that made her quiver and claw at his shoulders like she was about to fly apart. With another soft kiss, he allowed one finger to slip into her, feeling her clench around him, almost unbearably tight.
"Adrian!" she gasped against his mouth, and he licked her lips soothingly.
"I'm here," he promised, thrusting gently with his finger and circling just a little, encouraging her muscles to relax and accept him. With a moan she did, and he eased another finger into her, swallowing down her soft cries.
Belle felt herself incredibly tight just around his fingers. He'd made her a promise, and he scissored his fingers carefully, doing his best to open her up for him, completely unprepared for Belle to lean up and nip at his bottom lip. "Adrian...," she moan, "Be with me."
The noise he made was an equal parts groan of pleasure and plea for mercy. He would give Belle anything she asked for, and she was sure she wouldn't regret it. He captured her lips as he withdrew his fingers from her body, taking himself in hand.
"I love you," he murmured as he lined himself up, watching her eyes carefully as he pushed his hips forward, easing the head of his cock into her. In first, there was no pain at all, and Belle felt a little relieved. Then he thrust a little deeper, her wet heat nearly driving him mad.
Slow. He was being slow and gentle, and she was twitching her hips and begging for more. "Please… Adrian, inside me" she whispered with wonder. She was safe with him, and there was nothing to fear.
"Aye, my love," he murmured, pulling back a little so he could give another gentle thrust. "I'll be with you".
Another thrust and then Belle fell a little pain, but he cradled her face in his hands. "Belle, I'm sorry," he rasped, covering her mouth with his as he pushed forward, and sheathing himself to the hilt, his hips flush against hers.
She felt glorious wrapped around him, her body almost painfully tight, but he was half-afraid to lift his head and see the condemnation in her eyes. He'd promised not to hurt her, yet there was no way he hadn't.
Gold forced himself to lift his mouth from hers, kissing the tears that sparkled in her cheek. Her body was tense beneath his, yet she reached up to caress the side of his face, her smile tremulous. "I love you, Adrian."
Relief flooded him. She wasn't angry. She didn't hate him. She trusted him. "I love you too."
She felt her relax with a sigh of pleasure, and he held himself still within her, the feel of her body wrapped around him tearing at his sanity as he stroked his hands over her, caressing and soothing as best he could, her muscles losing their tension and allowing him to slide just a bit deeper.
He had to move; staying still was no longer an option. Gold struggled to keep his thrusts gentle, just rocking his hips against her. Belle felt incredibly fragile beneath him despite her indomitable spirit, and she saw he was terrified of hurting her.
For a few minutes, he managed a slow rhythm, and his reward for enduring that exquisite torture was Belle's soft moans of pleasure, her eyes alight with surprise and happiness. He was pleasing her, and he was willing to do anything to keep her making those noises.
Belle wrapped her legs around his hips, arching up into him. "More," she whispered, her nails digging into the back of his neck. "More, please." And he nearly went mad with that.
She was begging him for more and he was buried inside her and nothing in her life had ever compared to this moment. The heat from the fire had nothing on the flames that were licking at him from the inside, his stomach clenching as he fought to keep from disgracing himself.
"Anything," he grunted, sliding his arm around her waist to change the angle, letting him push deeper yet. He picked up his pace, pulling almost all the way out of her before pushing back in with a long stroke, careful not to slam his hips forward. He wouldn't be rough with her. Even though this could be the last night they could be together, their first time had to be gentle.
Belle was making it very hard to hold onto his resolve, her soft little whimpers of pleasure driving him wild. Desperately, he seized her mouth with his own, drinking down those delicious noises as he struggled to hold on and maintain his rhythm.
She stroked the back of his neck, tugging at his hair in a way that sent shivers down his spine, and he thrust his tongue deep, mimicking the movements of his lower body as he slid his hand around in search of the special bud of nerves he'd found earlier.
She tensed at the first brush of his fingers, and she cried out his name, holding his shoulders tight. As it was, her cry nearly drove him over the edge, and he touched her again, more deliberately this time. She was perfection, and he was a not a monster… Just an ordinary man.
"I'm here," he whispered against her collarbone. "Relax, love. Let it happen. It's supposed to happen. I've got you. I will always protect you."
He circled the bud with his finger, gently flicking the top of it with every thrust, his back arching as he tried to push deeper yet.
Then Belle tensed, and he paused where he was- buried to the hilt within her- and just rocked his hips, pushing against her as his finger rubbed the little bud until she screamed his name, her body arching and trembling helplessly in his arms. It was all he could do not to follow her immediately over the edge, but he clung to his self-control and kept moving gently, trying to draw it out as much as he could as he heard her noises of pleasure.
He managed only a handful of thrusts more before he could no longer hold back, muffling his own cry against her neck as his body shook, and Belle held him fiercely close, whispering sweet words of praise in his ear.
Both remained silent, hugs, normalizing their breathing. Belle could still feel him inside her, and that moment has never been so right, so perfect. Keeping his arms around her, he rolled onto his side, slipping away from her, and Belle left a softly moan escape from her lips, but Gold was pulling her to his chest already, making sure Belle was close to him. "I love you so much, Adrian" she purred, and he took her mouth, his hands moving lazily over her. It wasn't a demanding kiss, it was a simple answer that he also, truly love her.
"Rest now, my Belle. I'm here. I'll always protect you. Rest now, my beloved"
Belle smiled up at him, and he dismissed the fear as he kissed her forehead. He pulled her closer, afraid that she was just a dream.
There was so many things they needed to talk, so many troubles they would have to face, but in that moment she was protect in his arms. It could be possible that in the next morning he would hate her, but now, in this precious moment, Belle was safe, and she relaxed, allowing sleep to take care of her body.
"To steal a heart, it must be with great skill, has to be slowly, surreptitiously, not arrives with impetus, not reached the heart of anyone in a hurry.
Must approach with mincing words, gently, catch hold of it bit by bit, carefully.
One cannot fail anyone perceive that it will be stolen, in fact, we must shoplift him, sweetly.
Conquer a true heart takes work,
requires patience, is like weaving a patchwork, impose an income in a dress, caring for a garden, caring for a child.
It needs to be with dexterity, with ease, with charm, warmth and sincerity.
To conquer a heart definitely
have to have guts and smarts, but not speak about this cleverness that everyone knows, I speak the sentiments of cleverness, that which exists guarded in the soul at all times.
When you really want to win a heart, it is necessary that before, we have to achieved our own heart; he must have already been explored in detail,
we've been able to know every corner, every space filled understand and accept each vacant space.
… And then, when that heart is finally won, when we have seized him,
will exist a part of someone who will follow us. One half of someone who will be guided by us
and our heart will beat on account of another heart.
They suffer ups and downs yes, but surely there will be moments, thousands of moments of joy.
Will beat irregularly often and know why?
Miss half of it is still not with us.
Until one day, tired of being divided in half, that heart will call your other part and someone willingly, without us having to steal it or shoplift it will deliver that half is missing.
... And that's how you steal a heart, easy right?
Well, we only need to steal a half,
the other will come into our hands and will be detected then a steal!
And that's why we find so many people in life who say that they could never love someone... Is simple...
Is because they have no more heart, they were stolen, torn from their chest, and only with a great love they will have a new heart, after all, hearts are to be divided, and certainly this great love will divide his with you."*
*Luís Fernando Veríssimo
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