GypsyGirl84
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(Author's note: Me, personally, I always liked the Beast prior to his transition. Big, powerful, soft and cuddly, and the fact that he wanted to keep all that power under control when he began falling in love with Belle, rather than try to use it to dominate her...doubly sexy. I'm also including a small collage of cartoon imagery that inspired this thread, which starts after the grand ball)
It was the middle of the night, one o'clock by the sounding of the clock in the hall, but Belle found she couldn't sleep. She was still excited, and a million thoughts were going through her head. The manor, the castle, whatever you wanted to call it...magical was indeed the proper word for it. Belle blushed at the fact that Mrs. Potts had to assure her that all the servants helping her into her gown were female.
And what a gown it had been! So glamorous! So extravagant! And so daring!
Again, a blush came to Belle's face when she remembered her first glance at herself in the mirror, and particularly at the the décolletage of the dress. Perhaps her bosom wasn't as impressive as those possessed by Claudette, Laurette and Paulette back in the village, but her breasts easily supported the dress and she noticed Beast certainly noticed her cleavage.
Adam, she reminded herself. His name was Adam.
And he was amazing at the ball. Gallant, kind, gentle.
Belle blushed at the memory of their dances together. The way a single paw had wrapped so easily around her waist. The way her hand had disappeared into his other paw as the two of them had waltzed across the floor. He had been so careful, so controlled, so gentle with her. It had felt so natural to rest her head against his massive chest, and luxuriate in both the firmness of the muscles underneath his shirt, as well as the softness of his fur.
When she had retired to her bedroom that night, her heart was as light as air and her feet never touched the ground.
But after trying to go to sleep, she found that she couldn't. She thought about going down to the kitchen and seeing if perhaps Mrs. Potts might fix her some warm milk or hot cocoa, but decided it would be too rude to awaken one of the castle's servants just because of her own restlessness. So instead Belle put on a heavy robe over her sleeping gown and headed to her library.
Her library, she thought with a smile. No more reading the same books over and over again. There were enough books in her library to last her a very happy lifetime.
And Adam's gift to her. A gift from her Beast.
As Belle hurriedly made her way through the cold hallway to her library, she thought about the possessive way she had begun thinking about Adam. About Beast.
Time enough for that in the morning, Belle thought to herself. For now, she just needed to find something in her library to help her fall to sleep.
The library was cold and dark, but some kind soul had left a few glowing embers in the fireplace, along with a stack of wood nearby, and in no time at all the library was filled with warmth and a cheery light. Belle found an interesting book about a Charwoman's Shadow and she quickly settled in front of the fire and got lost in a tale about alchemy and love.
It was the middle of the night, one o'clock by the sounding of the clock in the hall, but Belle found she couldn't sleep. She was still excited, and a million thoughts were going through her head. The manor, the castle, whatever you wanted to call it...magical was indeed the proper word for it. Belle blushed at the fact that Mrs. Potts had to assure her that all the servants helping her into her gown were female.
And what a gown it had been! So glamorous! So extravagant! And so daring!
Again, a blush came to Belle's face when she remembered her first glance at herself in the mirror, and particularly at the the décolletage of the dress. Perhaps her bosom wasn't as impressive as those possessed by Claudette, Laurette and Paulette back in the village, but her breasts easily supported the dress and she noticed Beast certainly noticed her cleavage.
Adam, she reminded herself. His name was Adam.
And he was amazing at the ball. Gallant, kind, gentle.
Belle blushed at the memory of their dances together. The way a single paw had wrapped so easily around her waist. The way her hand had disappeared into his other paw as the two of them had waltzed across the floor. He had been so careful, so controlled, so gentle with her. It had felt so natural to rest her head against his massive chest, and luxuriate in both the firmness of the muscles underneath his shirt, as well as the softness of his fur.
When she had retired to her bedroom that night, her heart was as light as air and her feet never touched the ground.
But after trying to go to sleep, she found that she couldn't. She thought about going down to the kitchen and seeing if perhaps Mrs. Potts might fix her some warm milk or hot cocoa, but decided it would be too rude to awaken one of the castle's servants just because of her own restlessness. So instead Belle put on a heavy robe over her sleeping gown and headed to her library.
Her library, she thought with a smile. No more reading the same books over and over again. There were enough books in her library to last her a very happy lifetime.
And Adam's gift to her. A gift from her Beast.
As Belle hurriedly made her way through the cold hallway to her library, she thought about the possessive way she had begun thinking about Adam. About Beast.
Time enough for that in the morning, Belle thought to herself. For now, she just needed to find something in her library to help her fall to sleep.
The library was cold and dark, but some kind soul had left a few glowing embers in the fireplace, along with a stack of wood nearby, and in no time at all the library was filled with warmth and a cheery light. Belle found an interesting book about a Charwoman's Shadow and she quickly settled in front of the fire and got lost in a tale about alchemy and love.
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