Baby It’s Cold Outside - Chapter 7
Mr. Gold/Belle, Explicit
Chapter Summary: At last, the long awaited moment. For the 31 Days of Ficmas prompt #30 - "cozy."
Notes: Uh...they have teh sex. ;) I feel like this is utter garbage, but yeah. There will be a short epilogue to follow. I’m a little mad at myself that I didn’t post this yesterday, but I did finish writing it yesterday so I guess it still counts as me not missing a day on the Ficmas list.
[AO3]
There had been a few times in Callum Gold’s life where he’d been asked a question so completely and obviously ridiculous that he could barely formulate a proper response.
Being asked if he wanted Belle French, by Belle French herself, was definitely one of those times. He licked his lips, and closed his eyes, biting back a groan as she shifted her hips again, pressing back into his throbbing erection. The words stumbled around his brain and all he managed was a shaky breath that fluttered her hair.
Belle froze. His lack of response made her fear the worst, that his body’s reaction wasn’t at all about her and that she was perhaps taking advantage. The thought made her sick.
“I’m - I’m sorry, I -” she stammered as she started to move away. Her plan was to escape to the library and pretend the entire thing had never happened, but then his arm tightened around her, holding her in place.
“Oh, Belle,” he sighed, pushing his nose in her curls. He lifted his head to speak softly in her ear. “If you can’t tell -”
“I thought -” She interrupted him and laid her arm over his, rubbing his skin. “I mean I didn’t want to presume.”
Gold exhaled, feeling at least a modicum of relief that his attentions weren’t entirely one sided. “Presume,” he said, smiling. “Assume. Suppose. Infer. Surmise.”
Belle giggled and bit her lip. “Sounds like someone is ready for another round of Scrabble.”
He snorted lightly and shook his head, shifting his hips and delighting in the way she gasped and clawed at his forearm. “More than ready for something.”
She shifted then, and turned over, the brevity of the moment fading to something more significant and serious. Her hand came up to his shoulder, drawing him close until their foreheads were touching, her warm breath ghosting over his lips.
For a long moment, there was a cosy, comfortable silence between them. The he felt her move closer, trying to press her body to his, her arms going around his neck as she held him. He allowed himself to close his eyes, dipping his head and burying his face in the puddle of hair at her shoulder as he returned her embrace, his hand pressed against the small of her back.
He had longed for her touch in the months since she had come to work for him, taking small delight in the briefest brushes of her fingers over his arm or his hand. The warmth of her body was comforting and welcome, and he tried not to think about how long it had been since he had touched another person this way.
“I want you,” she said quietly. Her nose stroked along his, and then down to the dip above his upper lip.
“Me too,” he managed, fighting against the lump in his throat that wanted to keep him mute.
She pulled back to look at him, the firelight dancing in her eyes, and then drew him in again, slowly, almost painstakingly so. Her intent was clear, but she wanted to give him time to pull away should he wish to. His mind raced as he felt her lean closer, and his tongue flicked over his lips in anticipation. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to kiss her right now, and he only hoped that he wouldn’t disappoint her, or -
She interrupted his dangerous train of thought with her lips, pressing them softly to his. His body felt paralysed at first, but then she sighed and felt himself give in as her hands move from his neck to his hair. He brought his to her waist, tentatively, bunching the silk in his fingers, fitting his palm against her curves. She was so warm, so alive, and he couldn’t believe she wanted him.
Belle gasped against his mouth and her hand tugged lightly on his hair as she returned his kiss hungrily. His tongue slipped into her mouth, gently stroking and probing until he found the places that made her whimper and scrape her nails against his scalp. She lifted her leg and hooked it over his, trying to pull him closer, and a moan rumbled through him.
“Belle,” he breathed, breaking the kiss. “Are you sure this is -?”
She grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and pulled him to her, kissing him hard. “Yes,” she answered firmly, pushing on his chest until he rolled onto his back. She followed after him, pulling the blanket with her, and moving to straddle his hips. She found his mouth again, and he let his fingers slip up under the hem of the pajama shirt to touch the skin above her waistband.
She grinned and adjusted herself so she was over the hard ridge of his cock. “Oh,” she gasped, shifting and rubbing her silk covered sex against him. His fingers tightened on her waist, pulling at the material.
Gold pushed himself up to a sitting position, and then moved until he was propped up by the headboard. Belle followed, scooting up until she was in his lap. He kissed her cheek, her jaw, and down the side of her neck, pulling at the sensitive skin with his lips and nipping at it with his teeth as she gasped and arched into him. Her hand plunged into his hair again, gripping it tightly and directing him where she wanted him to go, down down until he was stopped by the neckline of her top. Before he could ponder pulling it off her, she pulled him back up to her mouth, kissing him with wet lips and an urgent tongue.
They were both panting when they finally stopped, and he gazed up at her in awe. The fire illuminated her perfectly, glowing around the edges of her like a holy light. Her hair fell soft over her shoulders in long curls, messy from his hands, and he could not remember ever seeing anything as beautiful.
He must have said it out loud, because the smile she gave him was bright but shy.
“You are too,” she said softly, her hands coming up to cradle his face, her thumbs sweeping over his cheeks slowly.
She’d always thought he was handsome, but now, rumpled and debauched beneath her, his hair wild from her hands and his mouth wet from her kisses, he was beautiful. He looked up at her like he couldn’t believe she existed, like she was a goddess blessing him with her presence. She’d never felt so powerful or desired, and it made her shiver.
His eyes fluttered closed as she bent to press a long, tender kiss to his forehead. He angled his head up to kiss her again, but she pulled away, just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. Her fingertips traced the edge of his jaw and then down his neck to the sliver of bare skin just above his shirt.
“I want you,” he whispered. “So much, Belle.”
The tension left his body as she smiled down at him, her teeth pressed teasingly against her bottom lip. His hands started to roam, sliding down to grip her thighs, then up again until his fingertips were just at the hem of her shirt. He looked up at her, meeting her dark gaze as he inched his fingers higher. Her legs shifted, parting just a bit more in silent invitation to keep going.
Her nipples tightened again as she let the sheet and blanket fall back, exposing them to the cooler air of the room. The taut buds pushed against the silk top, visible even in the low light. He reached up and brushed his right thumb across her nipple, back and forth, feeling it harden further under his touch. He kept the pressure of his finger gentle, and she squirmed above him, seeking friction for the ache between her legs.
His other hand moved to her back, holding her still as he brought his mouth to her breast, sucking at her through the silk, leaving it damp from his tongue and sticking to her skin. She arched and moaned, the sensation making her squeeze him with her thighs.
Gold pulled back and she immediately lifted her arms, helping him to lift the shirt over her head. The gasp he let out at the sight of her bare chest sent a frisson of pleasure through her. She'd always been a bit insecure about her breasts, but he seemed more than happy with what he saw. Her previous lovers hadn't spent much effort on that part of her, or on foreplay for that matter, but Gold was lingering and teasing, using his teeth and lips to drive her mad. Holding her nipple between his lips, he put his hand between her legs, and used his fingers to gently stroke her through the damp fabric.
“So wet,” he mumbled, lips brushing her nipple as he spoke. “All for me?”
Belle keened. “Yes, god, yes.”
She shuddered as he ran a finger back and forth through her slit several times, slowly spreading her juices, the silk getting so wet it clung to her folds. He bit down on her nipple, not hard but enough to make her squeak in surprise, the slight pain rippling through her straight to her core. Then he massaged the tender bud with his tongue, drawing out another gasping moan. His mouth moved back to her other breast, and he nibbled that one too, and she made a low whining noise behind her closed lips, breathing hard and shutting her eyes. She pushed her hips forward, grinding against his palm, trying to get more stimulation.
Gold moaned against her skin, kissing his way up the side of her neck. He could feel how swollen she was, her pussy hot and ready to be filled, and he ached to be inside her. He pushed his fingers into the wet silk, feeling the outline of her slit, dragging them over and up the front of her mound. She cried out when he found her clit, and he stroked the little nub lightly, watching her body move, rhythmically thrusting into his hand. Warmth spread through him like fire as he rubbed her through the cloth, his other hand coming up to squeeze her breast. It was getting damp between his legs as well, his cock twitching with every movement she made and leaking into his pajamas.
He tried to remove her pants, but she was intent on staying right where she was until she came. The glide of the fabric over her sensitive skin was too good and his fingers were doing all the right things. One of her hands moved from his shoulder to tangle in his hair, the other clawed at his shirt to steady herself. He moved his thumb in a slow, circular motion, and she rolled her hips, the wet silk giving her even more friction. Her legs ached, her cunt throbbed, but the only thing she cared about was the white hot pleasure building in her core. She was so close, but she needed more, something inside her to fill the burning need, and she swore.
“What do you need?” he asked, licking at her breast with the flat of his tongue. “Tell me, sweetheart.”
She bit her lip and let her head fall back. “Oh - fuck - more, please - inside me!”
Pushing her pajamas down as far as he could, his thumb returning to her clit as a finger pushed slowly inside her. Her eyes closed again, and she fell forward, her forehead against his. He wanted to close his eyes too, to lose himself in the moment and revel in her warmth, in the way she felt in his hands. But he needed to see her face when he made her come in case he was never this lucky again.
Belle was gasping, almost uncontrollably, and riding his hand with abandon. He pushed a second finger inside her and she nearly screamed. Her body was warm all over, flushed and blushing, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he slid them in and out. He was whispering nonsense to her, telling her how good she felt, how amazing she was, and for once she believed it, felt it in her heart as her orgasm shook her body.
Gold groaned as she came around his fingers, and he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her throat as her body gave up and gushed over his hand. She grabbed at his shirt, bunching the fabric, and brought her head down to look at him, her hair falling like a veil around her face as the feverish blue of her eyes met his gaze.
Gold was mesmerized by the way she looked, her eyes glazed, mouth hanging open, panting and whimpering as she worked herself against his hand, drawing out her pleasure. It was a sight he hoped to remember for the rest of his days, and he knew then that he was completely in love with her and utterly lost.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
She laughed breathlessly before throwing her head back with a shudder. He removed his hand and let her watch as he licked her essence from his fingers, groaning at the sweet taste. His other hand came up to her hair, pulling her down for a kiss. She moaned into his mouth tasting herself on his tongue as her hands moved down his chest, pausing at the waistband of his pajamas, and then lower, cupping him through the silk. He broke the kiss and sucked in a breath, his eyes not leaving hers as she reached in to stroke him lightly.
Her fingers on his heated flesh were almost enough to undo him right then and there, making him feel like a fumbling teenager. He swallowed and shook his head, clearing the fog of lust long enough to remember that they needed to be practical and safe. “I - I don’t have any, um, I mean -’
She stopped him with a kiss and shook her head, smiling. “Protection?” He nodded, looking away and avoiding her eyes. “It’s alright,” she said, drawing her hand up his length. Her fingers tugged and pulled, sliding over the soft, velvety skin until his eyes found hers again. “I, um, I’m on the pill.”
He could only manage a nod, and watched as she lifted herself off his lap. She sat back on the bed, and worked her pajamas down her legs, baring herself fully to his gaze. He licked his lips, imagining what it might be like to taste her, to put his mouth on her pussy and work her into another frenzy. He wanted to make her scream like that and pull his hair, to have his face covered in her, smelling and tasting her everywhere.
“Do you need help?” she asked, shifting to straddle him again. She smirked at him and tugged his shirt over his head, his arms lifting and lowering automatically. Then pulled she at his pajamas, stopping and giving him a look until he shook himself and finally lifted his hips, helping her push them down.
He braced for some kind of reaction to his nakedness, a wince or a frown when her eyes found his twisted ankle and scarred knee. It was something he’d seen before from his ex wife, Milah, and a later an almost bigger mistake named Cora. But none of that came. His gaze drifted up her body as she knelt beside him, until he met her eyes. They were soft and dark, her lips parted as she breathed deep and steady. She licked her lips, and he swallowed as her eyelids lowered, looking very much like she wanted to devour him.
He was certain he’d let her.
Belle reached for him, her hands running up his legs from knees to hips as she straddled him again. Then she took his cock in hand, wrapping her delicate fingers around the shaft and guiding him between her folds. She pressed him against her entrance, letting the head rest there for a moment before she eased herself down, slowly. The burning ache that made her scream to be filled only increased as she stretched to accommodate him, and she let out a sharp gasp as he finally slipped inside.
They were both breathing hard, and he gripped her thighs tightly, squeezing his eyes shut. She was so soft and wet and warm, her pussy fluttering around him, pulling at him like her body couldn’t get enough. It took every bit of his self-control left to not come right then. He looked up when he heard her exhale sharply, her hips shifting as she dropped down a little more, taking all of him. There was a hint of discomfort on her face, and his hand immediately reached up to her cheek, meeting her eyes, but she smiled and covered it with hers.
She let her eyes close and then open again, her body adjusting and the brief pain subsiding to a hot throbbing need. “Been a while,” she said, wiggling her hips.
Gold managed a quiet chuckle, not wanting to think about how it had probably been twice as long for him as her. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Me too.”
His hands moved to her hips as she kissed him as she started to move, her hands braced on his shoulders. Slowly, almost agonizingly so, she rolled her hips, letting his cock slip almost all the way out before it went back in. It wrenched a loud groan from him, and she spread her knees to take him deeper, biting her lip when he bottomed out inside her.
“Callum,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck that’s -”
He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d heard his name that way, or if he ever had, and he felt his control slipping. His hips bucked, and she cried out, and he feared he might have hurt her. She shook her head and took one of his hands in hers, raising it to her mouth to kiss his palm.
“I won’t break,” she said, grinning down at him as brought his hand to her breast. He tweaked her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her arch her back, her body begging for more.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. Her steady thrusting faltered for a moment as his fingers pulled and pinched.
Her words broke any semblance of will he had left. He moved against her, lifting his hips as she rocked forward, meeting her thrust for thrust, harder and harder as he lost himself in her. His eyes didn’t leave hers as their rhythm sped up, their voices melting together in a symphony of moans and gasps and unintelligible curses.
She cried out as her eyes closed, pressing her hand to his chest, while the other laced with his, gripping him tight. “Cal - um - oh fuck!”
Gold had never heard such words from her before, but he reveled in it now, loving that he could push her to the edge like this. He pulled her down to his chest and planted his feet on the bed to give him more leverage.
Belle cried out again as he thrust hard, bouncing her against him, his lower abdomen rubbing against her still sensitive clit. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, squeezing his eyes shut, and she felt her pussy tighten again. Everything was sharper this time, her breath coming in gasps as her second orgasm approached faster and more intense than the first.
A tight ball of heat built up in his belly, ready to burst any moment. “Belle, I’m – I can’t –” he pants, vaguely aware of her voice answering him.
“Yes!” she gasped, snapping her hips faster. “Gonna - oh!”
She clamped down hard on his cock, a strangled scream escaping from her throat as her orgasm hit like a wave slamming down on the shore. A second later, he grunted and then let out a long, low moan as he came apart inside her, pumping into her as he felt the hot gush of their fluids dripping out of her.
She kissed his forehead, his temple, his brow, and he rolled his hips, sending a few hard jolts through her and dragging out her pleasure until she was quivering in his arms. She flopped against him, panting and sweating.
For a time, the crack of the fire and their heavy breathing were the only sounds, and he was content to leave it as it was and hope that maybe in the morning she wouldn’t have any regrets.
“That was -” she started, then paused to swallow. She desperately needed a drink of water.
“Yeah,” he breathed, sighing as she stretched and rolled to the side.
His cock slipped out of her and he hissed as the cooler room air hit his hypersensitive skin. He bent and reached for the edge of the blanket, pulling it up over them. She laid her head on his chest, her arm wrapped around him and her leg over his, trying to be as close as possible. Her lips pressed together, trying to hold in the emotions that were too close to the surface. She told herself it was too soon. Just because she had fallen in love with him, didn’t mean he felt the same. This was just sex and -
“I love you,” Gold blurted. His body tensed and he closed his eyes, cursing himself as he waited for the inevitable disappointment. She’d probably run now, happily venture out into the storm to get away from his unreciprocated feelings. But there was no stopping now as the words tumbled out.
Belle’s breath caught and her eyes went wide. She lifted her head to see his face as he spoke, but his eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling.
“I miss you when you’re not here,” he continued. “Everyday I think about asking you to stay for dinner, or to out go to dinner. I wake up in the morning thinking of you, wishing you were here.” He paused again, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t see the horror on her face. “I - I know you don’t -”
“I love you too.”
He blinked and turned to look at her. “Wh-wha -? You - you do?”
She nodded and bit her lip, her hand coming up to trace the side of his face and down along his jaw with her fingertips. “I - I think I have for a long time. So long that I don’t even know when it happened.”
Her words made him feel light, made everything that had happened this evening seem even more like a dream. Except she was here, she was in his bed and his arms, and she loved him. He grinned and reached up, sliding his fingers in her hair and pulling her down for a kiss.
“Guess it’s a good thing it snowed,” she said, later after they’d taken some time to clean up and find fresh pajamas.
Gold tossed another log on the fire and then climbed into bed, snuggling up behind her. His arm wrapped around her and his nose breathed in the scent of her hair. “Indeed.” Then he smiled. “I could have done without getting my arse kicked at Scrabble though.”
Belle snorted and swatted at his arm. “Twice.”
He grumbled and kissed her shoulder. “And at gin rummy.”
She laughed softly and wiggled down under the covers. The motion had her rubbing her backside against his groin again, and she bit her lip when she felt him stirring. She wasn’t sure her body was ready for more, but there was plenty of other things they could do.
“Admit it,” she teased, “it was all part of your plan to get me to stay.”
“Well, you couldn’t go home,” he said, smirking and pressing his hips forward. “It’s cold outside.”