"I won't tell secrets,

I won't tell the news

I'm going to sleep till summer.

Be mine

Minus twenty, don't sleep,

We've got to get warm

I'll be saved

Your thirty-six and six"

"Bravo" - "36.6"

They sat on the bed and kissed, but Gaston didn't dare move on. He had had many women, but this was Belle, Belle, his impossible dream and the fact that their intimacy was becoming a reality somehow frightened him. In his dreams everything seemed perfect, something unreal, miraculous, almost divine, and so there was some irrational fear that he wouldn't live up to his own expectations.

What if Belle regretted in the morning what they would do now?

"Do you want to turn out the lights?" Belle's question snapped Gaston out of his web of anxious thoughts.

"Oh, I guess that's what I should have asked? How would you like it?"

The girl didn't answer, but moved slightly away and blew out several candles on the dresser by the bed. The room fell into semi-darkness, and in the faint light of the two candles the outlines of their bodies could only be discerned. Belle's clear eyes glittered in the darkness. She touched the man inexperienced, but boldly, and her touch excited him on the one hand, and on the other hand strangely soothed him.

"Belle, you must be completely sure," the man repeated for the umpteenth time.

She kissed him harder, and hugged him tighter, pulling him to her, lying down on her back.

"You can't be sure of anything, Gaston, that's the beauty of real life," Belle answered, her breath hitching. "You have to live today, in the present moment, and in it I want to be with you..."

He once again ran his hands down her body from top to bottom, caressing her through her dress, and the girl kept touching and touching him in a way that made his heart pound harder.

Gaston kissed Belle again and again to calm her down a little, but it was of little help.

"Come on... Let's take it all off..." she whispered, between kisses.

Again Belle took the initiative, though it was kind of his job to lead them, but on the other hand, it was oddly calming too. He was just following her, her passion, and that was wonderful.

Stripped of the barrier of clothing, their bodies made contact with bare skin, feeling the warmth of her supple body, Gaston hugged Belle even tighter.

She looked up at him with her huge eyes, there was tenderness and passion in her eyes.

He kissed her lips, then her neck, then moved lower to her breasts and stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair.

The man moved higher again, and kissed the girl on the lips, caressing her body, which was relaxed and hot. Belle stroked his arms, his chest, his back, his stomach, and each touch of her cool fingers made her dizzier and her heart beat faster.

She hugged him tighter, so that he felt her body fully, her gentle knees sliding against his sides. The man took her hips in his hands.

"We don't have to do this right now," Gaston whispered in Belle's ear again.

The girl herself pitched forward, her arms embraced even more tightly, and they became one.

"No, we can't not do this... Right now," she replied quietly, letting go of her mind and surrendering to her sensations.

Gaston kissed and kissed the beautiful lips of Belle, his impossible dream. Everything happened as if in a dream, he always took women, but now he wanted to give himself, to dissolve completely in his beloved and, strangely enough, there was some supreme satisfaction in it.

"Oh, I love you so much, Belle," he whispered.

"I know..." she answered softly and firmly, kissing him gently but boldly. "I know..."

...

It was already noon when they woke up to some sounds. Someone was banging on the door.

"Gaston! Belle!" It was Lefou.

"Oh, no, I want to sleep," Belle moaned, snuggling her nose into Gaston's neck.

He stroked her silky hair.

"Are you still sleeping? Will you open the door?" Lefou knocked again.

"Yes!" Gaston shouted irritably. "Wait a minute!"

He sat up on the bed, carefully placing Belle's head on the pillow. She smiled at him and put her hands behind her head. Her beautiful body looked even more marvelous in the daylight.

Gaston leaned over and kissed her first on her lips, then her neck and then her chest.

"You are my beauty," he rubbed her cheek.

The girl laughed and ran her hand gently through his hair. Her graceful fingers with snow-white skin contrasted vividly with his dark hair.

"Gaston!" Lefou shouted again, and they began to dress quickly.

Belle went to the kitchen, and the hunter opened the door.

"What do you want?" he asked. The fat man went into the house.

"I was passing by Maurice's house, he asked Belle to come and help him with his new invention."

Belle must have heard this statement because she put the frying pan on the stove quite loudly.

Lefou and Gaston entered the kitchen.

"Sit down at the table," Belle set the plates down. " I'll make breakfast now," she smiled a little. "Or afternoon snack, whatever."

Lefou sat down at the table, Gaston wanted to sit down too, but then, giving in to a sudden impulse, went over to Belle.

"Let me help you with your breakfast," he leaned against the cutting table and reached out to brush a stray curl from the girl's forehead back into her hair. She looked up at him in surprise:

"You? Help with breakfast?"

He shrugged.

"Why wouldn't me?"

He wanted to do everything with Belle. Next to Belle. All anxious thoughts had left his head and there was a delightful emptiness in it. He was happy.

Gaston juggled the eggs, in front of a small but important audience, and then Belle, laughing, cracked them into a frying pan. They were making a big scrambled egg. Belle, as if by accident, touched his hands with her little hands, in a completely masterly way. It was wonderful to belong to her.

At last breakfast was ready, and the owners of the lodge sat down at the table too:

" Are you going to the tavern tonight, Gaston?" Lefou asked with his mouth full. -"Tell us about the sea and how you went to see the prince."

"You know, I was thinking of staying home tonight," Gaston began, but Belle objected:

"No, of course not, you can't stay at home for long. Go to your friends," she looked at Gaston thoughtfully, and he suddenly realized what she wanted to ask him.

"Do you want to come with us?" The hunter asked. "Belle, if you want to come with us, let's go. We'll sit and talk. There are women there, too, and I'll be around."

"But-" Lefou cut in, and Belle interrupted him:

"Yes, of course, I want to go with you."

"It's a deal!" Gaston pushed his empty plate away from him. "But first we'll go help your father with his stuff."

"Oh, Gaston, why would you do that?" said Belle nervously. Gaston looked at her face and somehow realized - she was trying her best to hide her father from him. He sighed:

"Belle, if things blow up near you, I want to be there for you. Well I'll miss you if you're gone all day," the man wrapped his arms around his wife and began kissing her cheeks and neck.

Lefou got up from the table:

"Okay, I'll meet you at the tavern tonight!"

"Yeah... Bye!"

Lefou slammed the door and they were alone again.