Belle collapsed on Gold after her orgasm, cuddling into his neck, debating if she would ever come out. There was a layer of sweat on both their bodies, a clear sign of their pleasure and each panted to get air into their deprived lungs.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Belle."
She nuzzled into his chest pressing delicate kisses to the smooth skin. Gold wasn't overly muscular but he was lean and far stronger than he looked, and the stamina, oh Belle couldn't even begin on the stamina.
"I could stay here with you forever."
"Oh Belle, I would like nothing more."
Their lips locked in a passionate kiss, his tongue glided along her bottom lip seeking entrance that was quickly given. He mapped out the fine details of her mouth, committing it to memory. Gold truly did love the nineteen year old beauty.
"You know." He said when they finally broke for air. "We have an anniversary coming up."
"You remembered." She smiled and gave him another soft kiss.
"Of course, I remember our first time like it was yesterday."
XXXX6 MONTHS EARLIER XXXX
Belle French had always loved books, they where a passion of hers, one that could never be taken away no matter what. The tales would ignite her soul and carry her off to far off worlds of adventure and magic like a leaf in the breeze. Often Belle would find herself in the library at the end of the day when no one else was around, it was peaceful, quiet and let her get on with her assignments without interruption...except for one day.
Belle was up a ladder looking for a copy of Macbeth: Language And Writing to help her explain how the language of the play showed the power of women, when suddenly out of the pure silence came a voice.
"Good evening Miss French."
A very startled Belle practically jumped out of her skin and lost her footing on the ladder. Before she knew it she was falling to the floor. Everything seemed to pass in a heartbeat and then suddenly the panic was gone, all fear drained away. Professor Gold had caught her. She looked up at him, aqua blue eyes meeting chocolate brown, they where the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, so much mystery and emotion hidden away within their depths. He held her bridal style, his cane forgotten on the floor and Gold looked panicked like he'd hurt her. Belle could feel his warmth drifting through the fabric of her dress, it was a simple apple green color made of a chiffon style fabric that came down to just above her knees. The fabric was pleated and had cap sleeves as well as little gold buttons that came down to her waist. His body heat seemed to snake itself around her like a blanket, it was so comforting.
"I am so sorry Miss French." He apologized. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Its alright Professor Gold, I've always been clumsy." It was true, Belle was always falling over or walking into something.
It was only then, after a long moment of staring at each other, that they realized Gold was still holding her, and so he carefully set her down on her green wedge heels like she was made of glass. The last thing he'd wanted to do was scare her, not Belle, never Belle. She was beautiful and intelligent and talented, his favorite student. It had started with just the occasional glance at her as she was working, then he started watching her leave a room and the way her clothes clung to her perfect curves. He knew he was beyond help when he had started imagining her, naked and begging for him. Gold knew it would never happen though, she was a beautiful nineteen year old girl with her whole life a head of her, while he was a forty-four year old cripple who's wife had left him and later taken his son with her; not to mention her teacher. She was far too good for him he knew that, but it didn't mean he couldn't look now and again.
When he saw her up the ladder all alone he couldn't help himself, he just wanted to talk to her. If it had been any of his other students Gold would have just carried on walking but he couldn't do that to Miss French it would have been rude. And what had happened? Just by greeting the beauty he'd nearly killed her.
"Still, I'm sorry." He managed to speak much to his surprise, he wouldn't have bothered catching anyone else let alone apologize to them, but she wasn't just 'anyone else'. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, thank you." Belle bent down and retrieved his cane handing it to him with a soft and thankful smile.
"Thank you."
The warmth from his hands still lingered on her body and Belle wished it would never go away, that she could keep it as a memento. Belle was infatuated with the man, had been since the moment she first saw him. Everyone thought Gold was a monster but not her, she knew the truth, Belle saw the way he tapped his fingers on the desk, singing some unknown song in his head. The way he chewed the end of his thumb when he was thinking. It was adorable. Belle even noticed the way his nose would crinkle when his knee acted up, like he was now.
"You're shaking Miss French, maybe you should go home. Get something warm to drink."
Belle hadn't noticed until then but she was shaking, the fall must have scared her far more than she thought.
"Maybe you're right Professor."
Belle gathered her things up and gave a smile to Gold, with a final 'thank you' she left the library. Gold stood there for a moment just watching her walk down the long corridor until she turned leaving him alone. Such beauty and kindness, Belle was perfect.
The second Belle got outside the building she was soaked, rain came down like she was standing under an angry waterfall. With a sigh Belle pulled her bag closer to her body and started in the direction of home, she would be soaked through to her very core by the time she got to the apartment, but Belle knew she would still have thirty minuets to take an indulgently long shower before her Papa came back from the shop. She was about half way down the street, desperately using trees for cover, when a black Cadillac pulled up along side her and the window rolled down revealing Mister Gold.
"Miss French would you like a lift?" He had no idea why he was asking, she would no doubt think him a pervert and tell him to 'fuck off' but for some reason he couldn't stop himself. "You'll be soaked through."
"You...you don't have to do that." She couldn't understand why he was being so nice to her but Belle wasn't going to complain since she was enjoying it. "I don't live far and I don't want to destroy your seats."
"Please, you will catch your death."
Hearing him say 'please' made her heart warm and fuzzy, this was the good man he kept hidden away deep down inside himself. She smiled and finally got in the car. The Cadillac was warm and Belle was thankful to again be able to feel her toes.
"Where do you live, Miss French?"
He instantly wished he'd phrased the question better instead of sounding like some kind of stalker. Belle didn't see it that way though, she saw a highly misunderstood man making a kind gesture to a clumsy teenage girl.
"Main street." She said, her teeth chattering from the cold rain.
"That's the other side of town. How can you think that's 'not far'?"
"I've done it before in the rain, its not as long a walk as you think. And everything is 'far' in New York."
Gold's heart went out to her at the thought of such a young girl walking all the way across town in weather like this, cold and wet. Ice just waiting to attack.
"Well, I've almost killed you once today. I can hardly leave you to get Pneumonia."
She giggled at the quip as he started to drive. The silence was odd but not uncomfortable, he had turned the heat up and thankfully Belle was beginning to dry off.
"May I?" She asked.
Belle had noticed that the car stereo was playing but there was no volume, he'd probably turned it down when he lowered the window to talk to her.
"Of course."
He would have let her do anything in that moment, he was just enjoying being so close to her, the smell of her floral perfume. It was selfish, he knew, but he didn't want to let her out of his car, just keep driving forever only ever stopping to get gas. He pushed the thought away and clicked the wind shield wipers up to the next level trying desperately to get a better view of the road. Belle turned the volume up, 'Whatever happened to dear old Lenny? The great Elmyra, and Sancho Panza? Whatever happened to the heroes?' Belle practically squealed.
"No way. The Stranglers!"
Gold gave a surprised laugh and raised an eyebrow, never looking away from the road.
"Miss French, I think you're the only person under twenty-five that would know that."
"I love them, and I kind of had to." She tapped her feet softly to the rhythm.
"Oh?"
For the first time in a very long time he actually wanted to know, wanted the conversation that normally he would side-step. Gold really wanted to know everything about the auburn haired girl.
"My em...my Mom was kind of a rocker, she loved bands like AC/DC, Journey and Motorhead. My Papa though, he's kind of everything else rock: Mötley Crüe and Black Sabbath mostly. An AC/DC concert is actually how my parents met."
"So you where educated correctly?" Another quip, he loved her laugh. It was like a gentle breeze on the hottest day of summer.
"You could say that."
Gold couldn't be more pleased that they had fallen into a conversation and not a painful silence. Her accent was one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard and he wished that she would never stop speaking.
"So you are a born rocker?"
"Yeah, Ruby insists I listen to pop music with her but I would always rather have Fall Out Boy or In This Moment on. I think Victor is jealous of my Panic! At The Disco, My Chemical Romance and Offspring collection to be honest. And Jefferson keeps taking my Pretty Reckless albums."
"I must confess a soft spot for The Offspring."
She smiled again, Gold saw it out of the corner of his eye and thought he could melt. He'd believed he and Belle would be a world apart but knowing they shared a love of music, it made him want her more, but he forced those thoughts back down where they could never touch her. She didn't deserve an old man lusting over her. Just as their conversation seemed to be coming to an end Belle said.
"Oh just turn in here."
Gold did as instructed and pulled into the parking lot of an old apartment block. The rain had sped up even more and so he parked under a tree close to the entrance so she wouldn't get soaked again. No one could see the car from the entrance but it was as close as he could get without actually driving into the lobby.
"Well, here we are."
He tried to sound like his normal self but there was still some disappointment that crept into his voice, he didn't want their conversation to end.
"Yes, thank you Professor Gold." How he loved the way her voice made his name sound.
She didn't want to leave him either, she loved learning about him, loved listening to him, she love-liked him. Just as Belle opened the car door she noticed the look in his eyes, the look that said he wanted her. With the door a quarter of the way open she stopped and thought. 'Do the brave thing and bravery will follow', Belle took a deep breath and shut the door again. With her new found bravery Belle turned to face him and then pulled Gold by his ever present tie into a deep kiss. His lips where warm and soft, just how she had imagined. It took a moment for Gold to realize he wasn't dreaming, the kiss was real...Belle French was kissing him. Him! A moment later she pulled back for air and released his turquoise tie, she looked up at him with lust filled eyes.
"Do you want me?" She whispered and bit her bottom lip.
"Yes."
He answered honestly and so quietly that for a moment he wasn't sure he'd spoken. Belle beamed. 'Oh God she wants me back!', it was the happiest moment of his life, right beside his son being born. He didn't quite know how she'd managed it but Belle had moved to straddle his hips and pulled him into another kiss, yet this one was more passionate and animistic. His hands found her hips where the fabric of her dress was still wet but he didn't care, someone could kill him their and then and he would die a happy man. Nimble fingers worked their way down his black button down shirt to get at his chest, her hands where cold but they soon warmed up when they came into contact with his skin, she broke the kiss in favor of nibbling on his clavicle. He moaned, as if a reward for the sound Belle wriggled her hips in his lap and Gold felt himself harden instantly; he wanted her desperately. The hands on his chest dropped to his belt and she made short work of unbuckling it and pulling him loose of his rather constricting pants. Belle wrapped her hand around him and started to stroke softly, Gold's hands gripped tighter on her hips, probably leaving bruises. He caught her mouth and quickly begged entrance, his tongue dragged along her teeth and Belle's hips thrust without her consent; that made him chuckle.
The teen was determined to get her own back and so ran her thumb over the slit of his impossibility hard member. He gasped and that time it was her turn to chuckle. She released her grip and shuffled above him for a moment, it was then that Gold realized she had pulled off her panties. How wanted to pinch himself to make sure it was real but couldn't bring himself to move, he just watched Belle line herself up with him. Suddenly he found his voice.
"Condom."
"I'm on the pill."
With that Belle sank down onto him, the two clung to each other for a moment; panting into the others neck. After a moment of adjustment Belle begged.
"Move!"
Gold couldn't say 'no' to that. He started slow pulling almost all the way out only to slam her back down on him.
"Oh God!" She cried.
He smiled at that and kissed her again, speeding his pace up. The thrusts became shorter and faster, more lust filled.
"Harder, please, harder." She was desperate.
Gold pulled her down over and over, thrusting again and again, panting more and more. He was close and if the way her eyes had fluttered shut where anything to go by, so was Belle. In a few more thrusts she came with a shout, digging her nails into his shoulders. Gold felt her inner walls clamp around him and in one more thrust he came, spilling himself inside her. The two sat their for a short while just enjoying the others company as they came down from their high, that was until Belle broke the silence.
"That was amazing."
"I aim to please."
That made her giggle and she kissed his still panting lips.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
"Maybe as long as I have, dearie." He loved the feel of her against his chest. "However, I never imagined it to be in my car outside your apartment block at..." He leaned so he could see the clock above the stereo that was still playing. "...Ten-to-five."
"Me and Ruby where planning on getting a place together, just got to figure out how to tell my Papa...wait 'ten-to-five'?"
Gold nodded and Belle sat up turning slightly in his lap to see the clock.
"No, no, no. You have to go."
"What?"
"My Papa, he'll be back any minuet and if he sees us we are dead. And I mean tiny little bits dead."
Belle moved back to the passenger seat and pulled on her panties while Gold put himself back in his pants. He didn't want to leave but he didn't want to upset her either. When the scene once again looked innocent Belle stuttered out.
"I em, we...could, you know...could do this again." She fidgeted with her hands, all that bravery she had was used up.
"I would like nothing more, Miss French." Belle chuckled.
"I think after what we just did you can call me Belle. My Papa plays poker on Wednesday's so we could have the whole place to ourselves, if you like?"
"Then I will drive you home on Wednesday."
It was just a happy coincidence that their next lecturer was Wednesday too. Belle smiled and kissed him again, with a gentle 'bye' Belle opened the car door but paused just like she had the first time and turned back.
"What's your name?"
Over everything that had happened he had forgotten to tell her.
"Cameron, its Cameron."
"Well, until Wednesday then...Cameron."
With that Belle stepped out of the car and into the rain, charging towards the main entrance. He looked down to his left hand and raised it, after a moment of inspection he pinched his right upper arm.
"Ouch!" He exclaimed. "Yep, this is real."
The song is
'No More Heroes' By The Stranglers