I'm so sorry for the wait! . I got so busy I had no time to update. But here it is! Disclaimer: I do not own Andrew Lloyd Webber's music or references to his original characters. (This disclaimer should last a couple of chapters, just in case I forget to put one.) Enjoy!
Chapter 7
After Matt left, carrying Rachel, Belle broke away from Charles' embrace. She smiled mischievously. "I know it's time for bed, but I'm not tired. Are you?"
Charles chuckled. "No," he snaked an arm around her waist once more, "What did you have in mind?"
She put her arms around his neck. "Well, I thought of maybe dining and dancing."
"How?"
She sighed. "Under the stars..." Placing a kiss on his lips, she let go and made for the alcove.
Charles watched her with surprise. "What are you doing?"
Belle's voice called out. "It's a secret! Just give me a minute."
He stood in that spot and waited.
After precisely one minute, Belle walked out. She was wearing a short, dark blue dress. Over it, she wore a long, matching dark blue, hooded cloak.
Charles just stared. "Beautiful, just beautiful."
Belle smiled. "I'm glad you like it." She twirled around in a circle. Walking over to the lake she looked at it and sighed. "But even the most beautiful of things can be marred..." She wasn't wearing her mask.
Charles stepped towards her. "You're still the most beautiful woman I know." Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her mid section and kissed her ear. Belle leaned into him and moaned as he massaged her breasts. He stopped. "You're breasts are getting bigger."
She stiffened. "And that matters why?"
"Just making an observation." He went back to massaging them. Belle put her hands and his. He kept kissing her ear and slowly made his way down her neck.
Belle broke away and turned around. "Come on, let's go." She grinned and started walking away.
Charles followed her and grabbed her hand as he caught up. He leaned near her and whispered. "So what is this surprise?"
"If you must ruin the surprise, I'm taking you to the rooftop. I thought we could dance beneath the stars since we can't, well, you know..."
"I know."
They walked in silence the rest of the way, sharing brief glances.
When they reached the door to the roof, Belle pulled out her master key and opened it.
Stepping outside, Belle gazed up at the multitude of stars. She moved towards the edge and sat on the ledge.
Charles ran to her. "Be careful, Belle, if you're not, you could fall."
Belle rolled her eyes and gave him a look. "I know that. I've lived and done everything in this opera house my whole life since I was a little girl. I think I know what I'm doing." She got off the edge and stepped to Charles. "Shall we dance, Monsieur?" She took his hand.
"But we don't have any music."
Belle scoffed. "Who needs music when we are the Angels of Music. Every sound that emanates from our surroundings is music. The wind, our steps upon the pavement. Can you hear it?" She put a hand on his shoulder and began to lead him. Charles pulled her close to him and started to dance. She hummed a song he had never heard. Softly, she began to sing
"Who knows when love begins? Who knows what makes it start.
One day it's simply there, alive, inside you heart.
It slips into your thoughts, it infiltrates your soul,
it takes you by surprise, then seizes full control.
Try to deny it and try to protest,
but love won't let you go, once you've been possessed.
Love never dies, love never falters.
Once it has spoken, love is yours.
Love never fails, love never alters.
Hearts may get broken, love endures.
Hearts may get broken, love endures.
And soon as you submit, surrender flesh and bone,
that love takes on a life much bigger than your own.
It uses you at will and drives you to despair
and forces you to feel more joy than you can bear.
Love brings you pleasure and love brings you pain,
and yet when both are gone, love will still remain.
Once it has spoken, love is yours.
Love never dies, love never alters.
Hearts may get broken, love endures.
Hearts may get broken...
Love never dies, love will continue.
Love keeps on beating when you're gone.
Love never dies, once it is in you.
Hearts may get broken, love lives on.
Hearts may get broken, love lives on..." Belle sighed and laid her head on Charles shoulder.
Charles looked at her with amazement. A single tear fell down his cheek into her hair. "That was...I've never heard that song before."
Belle giggled. "It would have surprised me if you did. I wrote it. I think it makes a good wedding song."
He spun her out and pulled her back to him, taking her by surprise. "I love it."
She looked up at him. "I knew you would." Her smile spread even wider than before.
Charles stared at her. The bright moonlight made her skin seem paler. Her brown hair fell down and framed her face. The blue of her eyes seemed brighter. Happiness filled them and her entire face. His gaze didn't even fall upon the right side. In his eyes, she perfect and whole.
Belle took in his appearance as well. His brown hair slightly hung in his chocolate-brown eyes. A blush was spread across his cheeks, making her smile.
They danced for what seemed like forever. The moon was slowly falling.
Belle looked up and sadly sighed. "We should be getting back. We need to get at least a little sleep." She giggled as Charles yawned.
"You're right. Come on."
They stopped dancing and headed for the door...
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Rachel woke up with a splitting headache. As she sat up, she held her head in her hand. "What a headache." She looked around and gasped. "Where am I?" She jumped as she felt movement next to her on the bed she had been sleeping on.
"Go back to sleep, honey. It's not time to get up."
Rachel looked at where the voice came from and laughed. "Matt, you scared me."
Matt sat up and yawned. "Did you sleep alright? I hope you did, because this isn't one of the most comfortable beds..." He fell back on his pillow.
Rachel smiled as she looked at her new husband. His blonde hair was messed up from sleeping. He wasn't wearing a shirt. She started massaging his well-toned stomach h
. Then she noticed she wasn't wearing her dress. She was wearing an old-fashioned night gown that seemed to have been worn quite a lot. It wasn't too tight, but it seemed to fit tightly. Smiling she laid back down as well. "What should we name the baby, Matt?" She laughed as he jolted right up.
"Wait, what? Oh, I forgot you already told me about it last night." He wrapped an arm around Rachel's waist and hoisted her up into sitting position. You look beautiful this morning."
She ran her fingers through her dark brown hair and smiled at Matt. "I don't feel too beautiful. My head hurts, I feel sick, and my hair feels like I was electrocuted making it stand on end. Not that beautiful, if you ask me."
Matt cupped her face in his hands. "Who's asking you?" He tenderly kissed her lips.
Rachel clung to his kiss and pulled him down onto her.
His hands traveled along her legs and up her sides. He stopped and put his arms around her. "I can't, not with you..."
"I know, sorry." Rachel kissed him again, then pushed him off her. Sitting up once again, she stretched. "Time to get up, anyway." She swung her legs around and put her feet on the cold, wood floor. "Where are we?" She glanced back at Matt.
Matt, still on his back from when she pushed him, turned and propped his head up with his arm. "Dressing room. It's the spare next to Charles'. He lets me use it. Not very comfortable, though, like I said earlier." His blue eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Oh..." Rachel got off and stood up next to the bed. "I thought it was fine. I would be the one to complain since I'm used to sleeping on downy-soft mattresses." She winked and stretched again.
"Brag much?" Matt got off the bed and walked over to Rachel. "I wasn't joking, you do look very beautiful."
Rachel smiled and looked down. Putting a hand on her stomach she looked up again, smiling. "You never answered me. What do you want to name the baby?"
Matt grinned and put his hand over hers. "Whatever you want."
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Fleur woke up crying. Her dreams had been filled with the carnival and the deformed girl. "Belle..." her voice was laced with venom. She remembered that name. It bothered her and drove her to tears. "Why did you have to come back into my life? I hate you!" She grabbed her hair and pulled. "I will make you hurt for that day...No one gets off clean for messing with me!" She jumped out of bed and got ready for the day. Every thought in her mind was about how to exact her revenge...
GASP! What has Belle done to Fleur? I already know what I'm naming Rachel and Matts' baby: it's going to be a boy named Gaston. Like it? Did everyone enjoy the honeymoon I gave Belle and Charles? Thanks for the idea, newbornphanatic. I hope it's to your satisfaction. Don't forget to review! Even if it's just a few words I appreciate them very much. ^^