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Post by marymargaret on Jan 21, 2015 17:38:06 GMT
Belle felt her lips purse tightly together in contained rage at his impertinence. She simply wished to walk past him yet he seemed unable to allow her to do so. Her blood ran cold as she listened to his thread. The young woman's breathing turned shallow as she quickly considered her options, flight or fight instinct kicking in. He was much larger than her and looked far stronger. Even with one hand he could easily take her down; the hook was just an added weapon. Fighting him would end with her getting hurt.
She didn't know his intentions. Was he to kill her? She tried to think rationally yet found that she couldn't when faced with her possible death. She moved quickly, using the book in her hands to aim at his face. Hoping it would distract him, she took off at a run down the path. It was far too long of a trip for her to run all the way to the castle though adrenaline might be able to help her.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 19, 2015 9:47:58 GMT
Belle shuddered at his reaction, finding it only strengthened the desire burning within her. She was rather pleased that she managed to surprise him. She gasped as he moved her, not expecting the movement. She was tempted to move atop him and let him have her that way, but was reminded that she had to stay focused on her task. Perhaps he would indulge her by letting her ride him later.
She chuckled lightly at his question. "It is," she assured him before dipping down to kiss him. She pressed her lips to his, testing him by pressing a little harder. Her hand dipped down to the apex of his thighs, hesitantly touching his length. Whenever she did this with her husband it occurred before their actual coupling. She'd never done so after they were finished, mostly because her spouse was older. She was aware that males couldn't recover as quickly as their counterparts after sex. But Killian seemed to be more virile, and she didn't think he would have much of a problem.
Carefully she rubbed his length, adding a bit more pressure the longer she kissed him. Once she was assured he wasn't flaccid she broke their kiss, smiling mischievously. She moved down him till she was on her knees before him, face near his length. One hand held him in place before her lips carefully wrapped around his member.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 19, 2015 9:25:24 GMT
The types of books she read weren't the ones that he was suggesting, though she did recall one. When she lived in the Dark Castle Rumpel had given her access to his expansive library. He didn't have much of a system and she'd taken to organizing the shelves in her spare time. She'd come across a heavy leather bound book that had been illustrated with pictures that had made her face turn red. She'd given into curiosity and had flipped through some of them before hurriedly putting it back on the shelf.
She'd led a rather calm, sexual life with her husband yet their relations hadn't been limited to him atop her. "Perhaps we should switch positions?" she asked, a bit of a coy smile on her face. "You can sit, if you'd like." A gentle blush remained on her cheeks as she looked up from her lap to him. "I'll be on my knees either way."
It had been a weird experience at first but she believed herself to have gotten somewhat skilled at it.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 19, 2015 9:09:02 GMT
Later, when she was sober and down from her sex-induced high, she would be somewhat alarmed at what he'd awakened in her in terms with her sexuality. For now she was simply pleased and rather amazed. Belle leaned back on her palms to keep herself sitting up as he trailed his hook over her. She shivered at the feeling of the cool metal. She knew he wouldn't hurt her with it, but it was a little alarming to see it so close to the most sensitive area of her body.
As he teased her with the idea of thanking him she felt a blush bloom upon her features. "Name it," she said, eager to explore more with him. "And I'll try my best." Even in her half-drunk state she was aware of her bashfulness. She'd never consider having, effectively, a one night stand with anyone. It rather surprised her that she even chose to do this. She glanced down at the hook near her thigh, moving her leg slightly. It caused the metal to rub up against the tender flesh on the inside of the limb, her breath catching from the feeling.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 19, 2015 8:48:28 GMT
Belle was rather pleased with the reaction she garnered from him. She wondered if he'd ever thought her capable of such things with him, for she'd never considered him as a partner. Up until recently she'd seen no one but her husband. For a moment she wondered if he was taking his sexual frustrations over Emma out on her, though she didn't believe it to be the case. He was far too tender, too considerate of her desires to simply be using her as a place to put his member.
She blushed as he spoke of her, using the nickname he'd produced. She rather liked how it sounded when he spoke it. "I never knew either," she admitted. She'd never been this amorous of a person before. She wasn't sure what came next yet she didn't want him to stop. She tilted her head as directed, feeling his eyes upon her. His gaze along with his compliment reigniting the fire in her stomach.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 19, 2015 8:19:27 GMT
The noise he made when he came within her was enough to send a delightful tingle to the area between her thighs. She sighed in delight as she basked in the aftermath of their coupling. Her grip upon his back loosened slightly, her muscles turning soft. It was far better than she expected. Having never given thought to intimacy with him left her with no solid expectations. Yet she was thoroughly satisfied by him. Belle tried to sit up a bit more but found herself leaning against him, her limbs weak after the strength of her orgasm.
She couldn't help but shiver when he spoke to her. His lips left a trail of fire until they connected with her own. She answered his kiss, not wanting their intimacy to come to an end. Her head seemed to spin with the alcohol she'd consumed as well as the very essence of him. Later she would wonder if this was a one time occurrence, and maybe feel embarrassed for doing such things with him. For now she was too caught up in how he made her feel.
The brunette realized he hadn't pulled out of her yet, which she didn't mind. It felt oddly comfortable to still have Killian in her. "You did," she affirmed, reluctantly breaking their kiss to breathe. "Although I didn't really doubt you." She smiled at him, a bit of mischief in her gaze.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 18, 2015 16:23:00 GMT
Belle knew she couldn't handle much more. His vigorous pace was enough to drive her wild. The fact that he'd worked her up ahead of time with his fingers and mouth made matters even more intense. She made a small noise of distress, her grip on her orgasm slipping. His suggestion that she let go was all she needed. She cried out as her muscles spasmed around his length. Her arms tightened around his back where they were resting in response to the climax. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she tried to come down from the feeling of bliss. She sucked in a deep breath in order to help herself calm.
She longed to feel him let go as well. Vaguely she realized that he was in her unprotected. She would be far more panicked if she wasn't already on birth control. She and Rumpel hadn't chosen to have children yet, which led to her taking the medication. It seemed that she'd never have them now that he was gone. Carefully she pushed herself to answer Hook's thrusts, not wanting to leave him unattended.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 18, 2015 16:09:16 GMT
"The stories in the library differ a bit than our true experiences," Belle prefaced. "But they are a good place to start." She smiled warmly as the woman considered the other options Belle suggested. "I don't think any of us would find you asking questions. Everyone in town seems to be quite helpful." She supposed that came along with the camaraderie built from surviving multiple curses together.
She chuckled as Elsa spoke of Henry's love for his book. "I don't think he would mind letting you take a look at it," she assured her. She didn't think that her grandson would refrain from helping one in need. "Especially if it will help you find your sister." The boy was just as willing to help as the rest of his family.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 18, 2015 16:04:55 GMT
Belle couldn't help but notice his reaction to her choice of words. She bit her lower lip, eyes averting to the ground as he questioned her. "I don't know," she said rather lamely. "I..." She wished to be with him forever, yet was unsure if she could handle the idea of immortality. What would happen when everyone she knew and loved died? She'd have Rumpel, and perhaps any children they had. But after a time other relationships would become meaningless. She was afraid of the person she would become; cold and withdrawn as building connections with mortals would only end in heartbreak when they expired. "Not now. I don't wish to talk about it now." She hoped she could push it off indefinitely.
The brunette was glad when he took her hand and led her into the other room. She hoped that the conversation would continue to shift toward the artifacts. She smiled as she looked upon the stick. She knew very little of his life before becoming the Dark One. Belle knew there would have been no way they'd come into contact with one another if he hadn't been; he'd been a man years before she was born. His immortality allowed for their meeting when he offered to take her away in exchange for keeping her kingdom safe. Her gaze shifted to the doll that he produced from the safe.
A small frown grew upon her lips. "What is it?" she asked, looking from the toy to his features. She wondered why he kept it. "If you hate it so much, why not get rid of it?" She didn't think of her husband as sentimental enough to save objects that he didn't like. She looked back down at the toy in interest.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 13, 2015 5:18:55 GMT
Belle wasn't sure what a child made of each of them would be like. She hoped it had his eyes; she could look into them for ages. Knowing that she was getting ahead of herself Belle tried to focus on the present moment. "I know," she assured him, surprised by his apology. She'd gotten past that dark moment in her past, even forgiving Regina for the torture she'd put her through. It seemed a lifetime ago. She rested her hand gently on his shoulder as he spoke, knowing his apology to be sincere. "Don't think upon the past," she urged gently. "We've a lifetime here to look forward to."
She wasn't sure how his aging exactly worked. From what she understood he remained the same age he'd been when acquiring the powers of the Dark One. Would he continue to remain the same age as she progressed through the years? She was a little afraid to inquire.
She let her hand fall back to her side as he stood, raising it a moment later to give it to him when he held out his own. She squeezed it gently as she nodded. "I'd very much like to see it."
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 13, 2015 5:08:55 GMT
Belle had to believe there was good left in her husband. She wasn't sure what else to do if she didn't hold onto that hope. She felt terrible that this stranger had allowed her to think the worst of her husband. Her weakness in belief in him nearly made her nauseous. "You don't know what you're talking about," she insisted, anger entering her voice. She was unsure whether she was angry at herself for thinking the worst of Rumpel or the stranger before her for inciting such doubt.
"Now leave me alone."
She moved to go around him, intent upon leaving. She knew that if she spoke to Rumpel she would feel better about this revelation. Perhaps he could explain it better than this stranger who may be elaborating. She believed that he'd killed his wife, though she didn't wish to. She only hoped it had been an accident rather than intended.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 13, 2015 4:40:14 GMT
Belle gasped against him as he pushed into her again. It seemed far too long since she'd felt the sensation of a man inside her. With the threat of the Snow Queen she had little time for such carnal activities with her husband. If she had, they certainly wouldn't have taken place on her desk in the library. Her arms tightened around his back as he picked up his pace. She felt something different with him than when she'd slept with her husband. Killian's attentions made her feel as if a hunger were brewing inside her.
She tilted her head slightly as he kissed her neck, breaths coming quick and short. She tried to move her hips into his though it was a little difficult on the desk. "Please," she moaned against him, head resting on his shoulder. All she could focus on was the pleasant stretch and stab within her each time he passed through.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 8, 2015 0:20:21 GMT
Belle leaned into his touch as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She brought her hand up to his for a moment, keeping it gently on the side of her head. She smiled somewhat shyly at him before letting his hand drop. She was glad that the matter was settled for the current moment. She wasn't sure how she'd planned on asking him for children though it seemed that she no longer had to go to such lengths. The brunette watched as he neared the spinning wheel.
"I remember," she smiled somewhat wistfully. She'd kissed him that day before he'd banished her. It was a bittersweet memory. She watched as he fed straw into the wheel before spinning it to gold. She smiled indulgently at his trick. "Anything that I spun would hardly turn to gold," she teased. She had no desire to learn any type of magic. She'd seen the effects it could have on those who wielded it. Belle had come to terms with her husband's love for it, though she still wished he would abandon it. Too much trouble was created from magic.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 7, 2015 6:52:19 GMT
Belle paused, thinking that perhaps she hadn't heard him correctly. Her expression turned serious as she looked at him, trying to figure out what he meant by his words. It softened quickly as she understood what he was hinting at. Her chest tightened with happiness, causing words to be beyond her for a moment. Cheeks flushing with color she ducked her gaze, utterly pleased by his response. "Then we should keep it," she agreed. She looked back up at him, smile still in place. There would be time for talk of children later. She was simply glad that he was telling her, in his own way, that he would have them with her.
Her interest was caught as he explained which items were personal ones. "I never learned how to spin," she admitted. Her father had been wealthy leaving her with no need to learn the craft. If she'd been a peasant she supposed it would have been a useful task. "I imagine I'd knot the wool or thread somehow." She laughed at the picture she imagined. She'd seen him spin on multiple occasions.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 7, 2015 5:47:38 GMT
Belle worried her lower lip between her teeth, stifling the groan of frustration that threatened to be emitted. Her body felt as if it were afire, every nerve at attention. She felt pent up desire within herself, all caused by Killian. If he teased her any further before penetrating her she would be most displeased. Her cheeks colored at his compliment. She wasn't bothered by the her lack of clothing compared to his. His gaze made her feel adored; she would never have imagined he of all people looking at her in this way. She wasn't sure if it was the bravery she gained from his look or the alcohol flowing through her that gave her such confidence.
She shivered as the metal of his hook brushed against the bare skin of her back. She moved slightly when prompted in order to make it easier for him to reach her upon undoing his pants. The brunette wondered if it would be at all different with a younger man compared to her older husband. She wasn't given much time to wonder as he was pushing in. She gasped at the feeling of fullness. The woman inhaled deeply in order to give herself a moment to grow used to the intrusion. She pressed her lips to his, silently signalling that she was alright for him to move.
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