Chapter eight, folks: aka, the reunion chapter! I know some of you have been looking forward to this and I really, really hope it doesn't disappoint. Thanks so much for reading and for all the lovely feedback so far :)

Tempted

Chapter Eight

The boys had come back to the stage to sort out their instruments when Victor happened to turn and see Belle. He smiled at her.

'Hey, Trist, you've got a visitor.' He nodded his head and Gold turned and gasped when he saw her standing by the stage.

Rather than use the steps, he put a hand down and quickly vaulted off the stage, making Belle gasp, and then she held her breath as he strode up to her, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet.

'You're here,' he sighed out, surprised.

'Yes,' she whispered, unable to say more right now, because her heart was pounding and she could barely breathe. She just held onto him as he set her back on her feet, burying her fingers in his hair, closing her eyes as he held her.

After a long moment, he moved one of his hands up to touch her face and she pulled back a little, staring at him.

'Tristan, that song: I…' No more words would come out and she felt her lips trembling with her emotion.

'Ah, you heard that,' he said, smiling as he stroked her cheek.

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.

'Guess I should thank those two idiots for convincing me to sing it, then.' And he looked back over his shoulder at Jeff and Victor.

'You planned this, didn't you?' he asked them.

'It was Jeff's idea,' Victor said.

'Guilty,' Jeff admitted, grinning.

'I'll deal with you two later,' Gold said, and looked down at Belle. He tilted his head towards the backstage area and she nodded. He took her hand and she followed him, her heart in her mouth.

'Did you like it?' he asked, once they were alone.

'It was beautiful,' she breathed. 'Oh, Tristan.' She reached up, pressing her lips to his uncertainly, still quite unsure, despite what he'd sang, that he would welcome her after what happened last time she kissed him.

He growled and pulled her closer at once, and she shivered in relief and delight.

'I'm sorry,' she breathed, as he gave her time between heady kisses: 'I'm so sorry.'

''s ok,' he told her: 'I get it.'

'You're wonderful,' she sighed out, 'and I want you too. I'm sorry I almost ruined everything.'

He shook his head. 'I told you to go: I shouldn't have done that. Ariel told me I needed to take it slow and I rushed it. I'm sorry too.'

'I sent you mixed signals,' she said: 'that was wrong of me. I was afraid of getting hurt again, but I know you wouldn't do that to me. You've never said or done anything you didn't mean and I've felt so safe with you, I panicked that night: I won't do that again. I want to be with you, very much, Tristan.'

'We're on the same page, then,' he said, smiling.

Belle bit her lip as he leaned in.

'You want me?' he asked, his voice low and close to her ear.

'Yes,' she whispered, shivering as he kissed her neck.

'Then why don't we get out of here? Your place?'

She nodded. Something about bringing a man home with her after so long alone was so very delicious.

'My place,' she agreed. And then she remembered that she had no precautions for this eventuality. 'We're, uh, going to have to stop at a drugstore first, though: I'm not on birth control and it's a long time since I've been with a man.'

He saw the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes and knew what put it there: she was worried she wouldn't be good at it, but he had no such fear about her.

He tipped her chin up with his hand and kissed her sweetly, and then smiled.

'Let's go,' he whispered. 'We can go out this way.'

He led her on a circuitous route through the arena, explaining that he wanted to get out without being spotted by any remaining fans. Normally, he loved interacting with them, but tonight he just wanted to be alone with Belle.

They exited onto a dirty alleyway, litter strewn all over the place. It was filthy, which was probably why no intrepid fans had thought to come this way.

Gold looked at the refined woman beside him.

'Sorry about this,' he apologised.

Belle shook her head and smiled, reaching up to kiss him.

'I don't care about anything other than the fact that I'm with you.'

He smiled at the light in her eyes.

They left the alley and walked until they came to a drugstore and Belle led him in in search of condoms.

She stood, looking over the selection, bewildered at the choice, her cheeks heating because Tristan was standing right behind her, his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck. If someone had told her six months ago that she'd be in this position, buying condoms to use with a younger lover, she'd never have believed them. Now, however, she was here, and it was wonderful.

'Will these do?' she asked, picking up a box and showing them to him.

'Perfect,' he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

She shivered. 'Ok, let me just pay for them and we can go.'

She took the box up to the register and the cashier, a woman of about her own age, smiled at her.

'Find everything you needed?'

'Yes, thank you.'

'He's very good looking,' the cashier said, tilting her head towards Tristan.

Belle blushed and smiled. 'Yes.'

'Good for you.'

Belle's smile widened. 'Thank you.'

Two minutes later, the condoms safely tucked into her purse, Belle and Tristan left the drugstore and hailed a cab. Then they were speeding towards Belle's place.

She let them in and he helped her off with her coat. She hung it up and turned back to face him, and then all etiquette went out the window.

He reached out and grabbed her, and she wrapped her arms around him, moaning as they kissed. He pushed her back against the wall and kissed down her neck, pushing the fabric of her dress aside so he could taste more of her skin.

Belle clutched him close, giving in to the urge to lift her leg and wrap herself around him. He liked that: she felt it in the humming sound he made and the way he slid his hand down to hold her leg in place against his hip.

With her leg wrapped around him the way it was, he could feel her heat. He wanted her out of those clothes and underneath him, screaming his name, but he was going to work up to that, because she'd said it had been a while for her, and he had no intention of rushing this. She deserved to be treated like the goddess she was: she deserved to be worshipped. He was going to discover all the things she liked and do them over and over until she was floating in bliss.

He pulled back to look at her, smiling at her flushed cheeks and lust-clouded eyes.

'Do you have any idea,' he asked in a low voice, 'how much you turn me on?'

She looked at him, almost surprised.

'I, um…'

He found the mixture of unconscious sexiness and shyness unbelievably captivating.

'God,' he moaned, 'you don't know what you're doing to me, Belle.'

She stared at him. 'I could say the same about you.' She bit her lip, her cheeks flaming. She was suddenly so ready for him, her body aching, trembling with want. 'I've been attracted to you since the first time I saw you on stage, and I've been thinking about you, and wanting you, and…'

He kissed her deeply, delighting in her shivering moan.

'I've been thinking about you too,' he told her, the hand holding her leg in place sliding slowly higher: 'thinking about kissing you, touching you, making love to you, hearing your cries of pleasure.'

She caught her breath. 'Tristan, I-I want to bring you pleasure too. I hope I can: I just…it's been a long time and…' She closed her eyes, horrified to feel tears forming. This was so not the right time to have a breakdown.

Gold leaned in and kissed her neck.

She sighed and slid her hand into his hair. She felt herself relax again as his lips and tongue moved over her neck.

'We'll work it out, Belle,' he whispered: 'we'll figure it out together.'

She nodded.

He kissed her. 'So, shall we take this upstairs?'

She nodded and led him up the stairs and down the hall. Belle's heart was racing as she led him into her bedroom. She hadn't shared a bed with a man in years: she and Greg eventually ended up sleeping in separate beds and then, when she bought this house, after she left him, she'd been entirely alone. To have a man who wanted her here now was like a dream.

She didn't quite know what to do. She stood still as he closed the door and watched as he came to her.

He took her hand and kissed it, his eyes on hers the whole time.

Belle smiled. She couldn't believe how special he made her feel. It felt as though she was the only woman in the world, the way he looked at her. Greg had never looked at her like that, and so, when Tristan leaned in again, she forgot her uncertainty and just kissed him.

Slow, lazy kisses combined with him running his hands all over her, squeezing and caressing, and she was becoming overwhelmed by her arousal.

It kicked up several notches when he walked around behind her and unzipped her dress slowly, his fingertips brushing her spine, making her shiver.

'Can you shimmy out of this for me, babe?' he asked, and she did, of course, the dress pooling on the floor around her feet. Now she stood dressed only in her stockings, shoes, and underwear.

He moved back around to stand before her, his eyes raking over her body, up her legs, over her stomach, up to her breasts and lingering there for a long moment. She tried to breathe as she watched him stare at her breasts and then his eyes flicked up to her face, the pupils dilated so his eyes looked almost black.

He smiled. 'You are so beautiful,' he whispered, and she knew he meant it.

'You too,' she whispered.

He smiled and kissed her; then took her hands and brought them to the hem of his t-shirt. He gently curled her fingers around the fabric and encouraged her to pull it up. She quickly took the hint and eased the garment up his torso and chest. He raised his arms to help, and she pulled the article of clothing off.

She looked at him then. The t-shirt had been a bit damp with the sweat from the gig, and his skin glistened a bit with it. He was lean and muscular. There was no hair on his chest, which she liked: Greg had been very hairy. Greg had also been much bigger than Tristan, but she preferred Tristan's compact wiriness: he didn't overpower her.

She ran her hands over his shoulders, chest, and torso, and his hands on her hips pulled her closer.

She had soft, gentle hands, and they lit a fire everywhere they touched. He picked up one of her hands and placed it over his racing heart.

'Feel,' he whispered, and leaned down to kiss her neck: 'feel what you do to me.'

Belle tried to breathe. 'You too,' she said, taking one of his hands and placing it over her own heart, catching her breath as his large hand covered her breast.

He smiled as he felt her heart rate speed up. Looking at her, he slid his hand into the cup of her bra and caressed her breast.

She made a little sound in the back of her throat and breathed heavily. He smiled and, moving his hands, he unclasped her bra and tossed it away. Then he spread his hand over her breast and squeezed, pleased by her gasp.

He leaned in and kissed her skin, slipping his tongue out and licking slowly over the swell of her breast, swirling his tongue around the nipple.

'Oh, my God,' Belle breathed, shaking. It felt so good she thought she might come from the pleasure of that alone.

Gold looked up and saw tears trickling down her cheeks. He paused, alarmed for a moment, but then she smiled.

'Don't stop,' she whispered.

He kept going, switching from one breast to the other, and raised his hand to caress the other in time with his licking and sucking.

He realised that he was the first man to ever suckle on her breasts. That knowledge gave him rather a heady rush and he sucked her left breast deeper into his mouth as he plucked at her other nipple with his fingers, humming as she cried out.

He released her breast with a sucking pop that made her shudder and looked into her eyes, smiling.

'Did he never do that?' he asked.

She shook her head. 'Never.'

He couldn't imagine how awful it had been for her: for such a vibrant, beautiful, sexy woman to be left languishing, with no affection, no love, no passion.

He pulled her a little closer, one hand sliding down over her arse and the other on her neck, his thumb caressing her jaw.

'I don't understand how a man could be married to you and not want to be making love to you every moment of every day,' he murmured. 'That's what I want,' he told her, leaning in to kiss along her jaw: 'that's what I've always wanted. You've no idea how much I've wanted you, lovely Belle.'

Belle realised with a leaping sense of joy that the intense, burning look she'd seen in his eyes the night they met was the first sign of his desire for her, and that she'd never been imagining that look: it had always been real.

'You wanted me from the beginning,' she breathed.

'Oh, yeah,' he agreed. 'I was captured from the moment I laid eyes on you. You really don't know how special you are, Belle. You're the perfect mixture of kindness, sweetness, grace, beauty, and intelligence: you're everything I've ever wanted.'

Tears trickled down her cheeks at his words and he lifted his hands to brush them away with his thumbs.

'Don't cry,' he whispered.

'I can't help it,' she sobbed, and then laughed at herself. 'Tristan, you make me feel so good: I've never felt this way, ever. You don't know what our time together has meant to me.'

He smiled. 'It's meant the world to me too, Belle.'

He kissed her shoulder, then down over her collarbone, then down between her breasts, and knelt before her, kissing her stomach, his hands caressing her all the while.

'Step out of your shoes for me?' he asked, and she did, kicking the expensive heels out of the way.

He started rolling down her stockings, kissing her thighs as he did so, hands still touching and stroking.

Belle took a shuddering breath, her hands flying to his shoulders and then moving into his hair as he kissed and sucked on her inner thigh, so close to where she was aching for him.

'I-I don't think I'll be able to stand if you keep that up,' she told him breathily, on fire from the touch of his mouth and hands.

He drew back a little and looked up at her, and smiled.

'Then let's lie down,' he suggested, and stood.

Belle went and sat on the edge of the bed. Gold looked her over, smiling. Then, before joining her, he reached down and undid his boots, toeing out of them and his socks, leaving him clad only in his tight leather pants and underpants.

Belle watched him, biting her lip. How many times had she fantasised about helping him out of those leather pants? And now she could.

'May I help you out of those?' she asked, her voice husky.

He smiled. 'I was hoping you would.' And he came to her and stood before her.

Belle swallowed hard as she set about undoing the fastenings on the tight pants. She heard him suck in a breath and glanced up to see that his jaw was clenched. He caught her look and smiled.

'Seeing you do that, dressed – or, rather, undressed – like that, makes it difficult to control myself,' he admitted.

Belle smiled and blushed, and finished undoing his fly; then tried pulling the pants down, but found that the combination of tight leather and sweat made it difficult to undress him. Plus, she was distracted by the obvious bulge in his briefs.

'How do you get these on in the first place?' she wondered, trying to focus.

'With a lot of difficulty,' he told her, and put his hands down to help get the tight pants down his legs. Finally, he managed it, and now stood only in tight black briefs.

Belle couldn't help but stare. The pants, though tight, had concealed a lot, but the briefs didn't, and she realised that he was actually bigger than Greg. Her ex-husband had been a tall man, but apparently height wasn't everything when it came to…size.

She heard Tristan laugh and looked up, blushing.

'Sorry.'

He shook his head. 'Don't be. You've seen me staring at you: only fair that you get to do it too.'

She smiled and moved backwards on the bed, and Gold didn't hesitate to follow her, crawling above her, staring at her parted lips and heaving chest.

'May I touch you?' he asked.

'Yes,' she breathed, and he smiled.

'I dreamed of seeing you like this,' he murmured, sweeping his hand down her side and over her belly. 'You're a goddess, Belle.'

She smiled and then arched her back and gripped his shoulders, her lips parting on a gasp, as he hooked a finger beneath the lace of her panties and traced lightly over the edge of her folds.

'I imagined you doing this to me,' she confessed, trying to breathe.

He smiled. 'Did you, now?'

'Mm.'

'What else did you imagine me doing?'

'Licking me,' she said, staring at him: 'making me come with your mouth. I imagined everything with you.'

He smiled and kissed her. 'Then everything is precisely what you shall have,' he promised, kissing her again. 'And we'll start with this.' And he hooked his finger around the fabric of her panties again, dragging the tip along her folds slowly and deliberately, smiling at her moan.

'Oh, Tristan,' she sighed out, squirming.

Moving his hands, he pulled her knickers down, smiling as she lifted up to help.

He raised the scrap of fabric and inhaled the scent of her arousal, smiling at the strangled cry she let out.

'You smell divine,' he told her, 'and I bet you taste even better, but first…' And he slid his hand between her thighs as she parted them and whispered her acquiescence.

Belle felt him touch her, running his fingers through her curls, teasing her with a fingertip. He spread the wetness that leaked from her over her folds, and then he slid a finger inside her.

She cried out, almost rising off the bed. He added another finger, stretching her, moving in and out.

'Mmm,' she moaned, moving against him.

'That's it,' he whispered: 'take all you need.' And now his thumb started drawing delicate circles around her clit.

'Oh!' Belle cried out. He pressed against the hidden bundle of nerves and she screamed. 'Tristan!'

He watched her face. He'd never seen anything so beautiful as Belle's face shining with pleasure he was giving her. He leaned down to kiss her, fingers still pumping and thumb still circling and pressing, and Belle tightened her grip on his arms again.

She could hardly believe the pleasure she was experiencing. It had been nice when she did this imagining her fingers were his, but knowing they were actually his fingers added a whole new dimension to her pleasure.

'So good,' she nearly sobbed, and moaned as he went faster.

He smiled. 'It gets better.' And he curled his fingers inside her, finding a spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

She cried out and panted heavily, squirming, one hand squeezing his shoulder while the other clawed at the sheets.

'Oh, oh, oh!' she sang out, and shuddered violently when he curled his fingers again.

He watched her come undone, smiling. He kept his fingers moving inside her until he felt her walls stop fluttering, and then he brought his fingers up and sucked them clean of her juices.

He moaned, then, at the taste of her: bitter and sweet like lemon and sugar.

'Oh, God, I have to have more of that,' he breathed, and Belle watched in a daze as he moved down her body, and it was only when he kissed the top of her thigh that she realised what he was going to do, and she felt her arousal spike again.

'Oh, God,' she sighed out.

'Is it alright, Belle?' he asked, waiting for her say so.

She nodded, swallowing hard. 'Yes, yes: God, yes.'

He placed a soft kiss to her folds, humming at the scent of her arousal. Then he lifted her legs over his shoulders, curled one hand around her hip, and slid the other over her belly, and then, finally, he traced up the length of her slit with his tongue.

The sensation made Belle arch off the bed, but she didn't get too far because his hands on her hip and belly held her down. She tried to breathe as he licked her.

This was nothing like she'd experienced before. Greg had never done this, and she couldn't do it for herself, so it was new to her to have a man's tongue down there. She'd tried to imagine it, tried to imagine Tristan doing it, but she still wasn't prepared for the hypnotic sensation of his velvet tongue swiping up and down and side-to-side, or for the intrigue of the shapes the tip of his tongue drew on her.

She was still less prepared when his tongue slid up into her, licking her thoroughly, and she keened and quivered at the sensation. She raised her head to watch him, and she found that added to her arousal. She found herself moving to get his questing tongue closer, deeper.

He looked up and caught her eye, and then he moved, taking her clit between his lips and sucking.

'Mmm!' Belle cried out. 'Oh, Tristan, you're amazing. How do you know to do those things?' she wondered, not really expecting an answer. She did feel him smile, though, and she had to laugh at her question.

He kept suckling on her clit and moved one of his hands, slipping a finger inside her, pumping like before. Then he added another finger and soon had Belle thrashing above him, crying out.

He felt it the moment she was about to come and removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue and lapping up her juices.

Belle lay panting as he continued to lick her, and she was surprised to feel her arousal mount again.

'Again, Belle,' she heard him say, and all it took now was him licking slowly up her slit and then sucking on her clit, swirling his tongue around it, to make her shudder into a third orgasm.

'Oh, my God!' she screamed, plunging her hand into his hair and tugging as he licked her. He growled and she felt it through her body and shivered. 'Mmm.'

Finally, he moved, kissing and licking his way back up her body. He paused to suck and lick her breasts, and she cradled his head against her, humming.

'I never had one orgasm with Greg,' she mused, 'and you've just given me three.' She was rather in awe of her body's response.

'Fucking bastard,' he muttered, and then came and kissed her lips. 'You've got a lot of lost orgasms to make up for, then: lucky I'm here to help.'

She smiled and kissed him. 'Thank you for that, Tristan: it was wonderful.'

'Well, you're welcome,' he told her. 'There's plenty more where that came from, if you'd like to keep going?'

She bit her lip and nodded. 'I want to feel you inside me.'

He kissed her. 'We're gonna need the condoms then.'

'They're in my bag, on the chair.'

He nodded and got up to get them. Belle sat up to watch and he opened the box, scattering a few of the foil-wrapped condoms on the bedside table within easy reach.

Belle reached up and slid her hand down his torso to the waistband of his briefs,

'May I?' she asked softly.

'Yeah: please.'

The sound of that 'please' made her remember that he was as affected by her as she was by him, and that made her feel powerful. She carefully curled her fingers around the elastic and pulled his briefs down.

They fell to the floor and Belle found herself staring at his erection. He was impressive. Her fingers itched to touch and her mouth watered. She had to swallow hard. She'd never done that: Greg would never let her do it to him, but she wanted to do it to Tristan. She knew she'd have to work up to that, though, so she raised her hand instead.

'Can I touch you?'

'God, yes.'

She smiled and slid her hand around his length. He twitched and groaned, and Belle stared at him, biting her lip.

He groaned. 'Jesus, don't stop,' he begged. 'Mmm,' he moaned, as she slid her hand over him and squeezed: 'so good, babe,' he told her, sliding his hand into her hair.

Belle smiled and kept going, fascinated by the feel of him in her hand. He felt like steel wrapped in velvet, both soft and hard. She heard him breathe deeply and then moan as she moved her thumb over the head to collect the moisture that trickled from it.

'God, Belle,' he whined, his hips thrusting of their own accord. 'Babe, do you think you're ready for me?' he asked, 'because I'm sure as hell ready for you.'

'Oh, yes,' Belle murmured.

Gold straightened up and slipped on one of the condoms. Then he leaned over her as she lay back on the bed.

'So fucking beautiful,' he breathed, awed.

'Tristan,' she whispered, reaching for him: 'please.'

He nearly lost it right there. She said those words and reached for him like that in every single fantasy he'd had, but this was better, because this was real.

'Want you so much,' he murmured, lining them up.

'Me too,' she agreed, stroking her hands over his shoulders.

He slid into her, slowly, carefully, and she caught her breath, trying to adjust to the sensation.

'Oh, my… mmm…' she sighed out. 'You feel incredible.'

'So do you,' he returned: 'so warm and welcoming, and so tight.' He panted, trying to get used to how she felt around him. 'God, you feel so good. Oh, Belle.' And he pulled out slowly and slid back in, smiling as she threw her head back, gasping.

'You-you're bigger than…mmm…'

She lost her train of thought because he slid out and back in hard.

'Yeah?' he asked, understanding what she was trying to say.

'Mm,' she murmured, nodding. 'Oh, God!' Every time his hips met hers, she lost her breath and her vision blurred.

He smiled. 'Not to blow my own horn, babe, but I'm not bad at this. By the time we're through here, you'll forget there was ever anyone but me, and you'll come over, and over, and over again, screaming my name.'

He said all this in a soft voice, while thrusting into her, alternating quick and slow thrusts, making Belle pant and shake.

Moaning at his words and actions, Belle looked down between their bodies, wanting to see the source of the pleasure he was giving her.

He noticed what she was looking at and lifted himself up a little so she could watch more easily. He heard her breathing get shallower and saw her breast rise and fall, and he smiled.

Seeing and feeling him sliding into her was entrancing, and she was amazed by what their bodies were doing.

Gold groaned.

'You feel like heaven: oh, Belle.'

She looked up into his eyes and got mesmerised by the look in them. A tear trickled down her cheek at the sight of his sincerity and desire.

'Th-this is like a dream,' she told him. 'I never-never knew it could be like this. Mmm!' She threw her head back and got lost in the pleasure that was building.

They were moving together: faster, harder, and it was all Gold could do to hold on.

'Belle,' he panted, and she looked at him. 'I'm so close. Come with me, babe: come on, my beautiful, perfect Belle.'

His movements and his words had Belle crying out and clinging tightly to him.

'Oh, my God! Tristan!'

She saw stars as she came and her body seemed to convulse over and over again, which made Gold groan and come hard, his hips jerking as her body milked him.

'Belle!' he cried, and then he kissed her as he came, thrusting hard into her.

He collapsed on top of her and quickly moved his shaking arms to prop himself up and cradle her at the same time.

Belle was completely stunned.

'Four: oh, my God!' she cried, breathing hard.

He smiled as he nuzzled her neck.

'Oh, we're only just beginning, babe,' he murmured, a promise in his voice.

Belle shivered in pleasure.

And there you have it :) Two more chapters to go.