Swinging Around Storybrooke Ch. 2 Swinging Library of the Public
Title: Swinging Around Storybrooke Ch. 2 Swinging Library of the Public
Rating: NC-17
Paring: RumBelle
Summary: Phone sex. Phone sex when Belle has a Library full of Mary Margret’s fourth grade class.
A/N: Again, when I moved the prompts from my inbox to a text doc, I forgot to attach the credit of who gave the prompts. I is sorry ;.;
“Storybrooke Public Library, this is Belle. How can I help you!” It all came out in a rush as Belle grabbed the phone and fell into her chair behind the circulation counter.
“You sound busy, Darling?” She smiled, just hearing Jackson's voice relaxing her. “But I suppose it is Tuesday.”
Tuesdays were both her favorite and least favorite day of the week. She loved helping people find books, and helping children was even more delightful. But having the twenty ten-year-old of Mary-Margret’s fourth grade class running around the library at one time was a little much.
“Yeah,” she laughed.
“Well, I will assume that's why.....”
He trailed off and she frowned, before her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp. She twisted in her seat to look at the large clock mounted on the wall behind her. It read a quarter to two and she was supposed to meet him at one.
“I'm sorry! There was a problem with the bus and they were fifteen minutes late and I guess I lost track of time after that!”
“It's okay, Sweetheart,” He chuckled. “I know how much you love helping the children. Besides, it was only lunch date where I planned to bend you over my work table and fuck you until neither of us could walk.”
“Jackson!” she hissed into the receiver, looking around to make sure none of the children were near, even though it shot a bolt of heat straight through her. He chuckled again, before continuing.
“Then I would have turned you over and ate you out,” She moaned, biting down on her lip to keep quiet, “running my tongue up and over your clit, thrusting it into your pussy, over and over again,” Her breathing was becoming ragged and she wiggled in her seat, remembering what his tongue felt like “until you couldn't take another orgasm. Then I would fuck you again until we're too exhausted to move.”
“Jackson,” she whimpered, her legs shifting against each other, the need to have him nearly exploding in her.
“Are you wet for me yet, Sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Is any one near you?”
“No.”
“Then touch yourself for me.”
“What!”
She darted her eyes around, but no one was looking.
“I have a library full of children and you want me to what?”
“I want you to touch yourself for me. I want you to take your free hand, and place it on you knee. Then slowly bring it up you inner thigh, using a hint of your nails like when you tease me, sliding up under your skirt, until you come to your panties.”
She didn't know what hypnotism he was using with his voice, but her hand was following his commands. Her thigh was trembling as her hand moved and she looked around again to make sure no innocent ten-year-olds were close by. She let out a half gasp when she reached her soaked panties, pressing her finger against them as her hips shifted forward in the chair.
“That's good, Sweetheart,” he crooned into her ear, “Now, slip a finger in, circle your clit the way you know I like to do with the tip of my tongue.”
She did, falling forward and planting the elbow of the arm holding the phone firmly on the desk, swallowing to keep the moan that wanted to burst from her throat trapped there.
“Is your finger nice and wet?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good. Now put it inside your pussy and fuck yourself with it, imagine it's my finger.”
Her mouth fell open as she moved her hand, her hips bucking, she was getting close, her walls fluttering. She clenched her muscles, wondering how she was going to come quietly, but she needn’t have worried.
“Stop!”
“Please?” she begged, letting her head fall onto the desk.
“The lights are still out in the Collectibles Section.”
“Yeah,” she answered his non question. He didn't says anything else, but hung up and she stared at the phone. Glancing around to see where everyone was, she pulled her hand out from under her skirt and stood, making her way back to the Collectibles Section. It wasn't really a “section”, just two bookcases facing each other at the end of art history and ending in a dead end at the very back of the building. The lights above both sections had been out for weeks, but so few people went back there, no one had bothered to change them, leaving the whole aisle in darkness. She saw him when she entered the aisle, twirling his cane in front of him as he sat on one of the many footstools scattered around the library. He held out his hand to her and she approached.
He took her hand, the one she hand touched herself with, and sniffed it, looking at her with heat as he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean. Then he grabbed her hips, which, with him sitting on the footstool, was even with his head. He pulled her forward, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down, his eyes on hers as his tongue parted her folds. She placed her hands against the wall in front of her and bucked into his mouth. She was still so close from earlier and as his tongue swirled around her clit, she knew she wouldn't last long.
“Quite, Sweetheart.” he said, as she started to whimper, “we don't want to corrupt any younglings, now do we?”
Her response was to push his mouth back against her. He chuckled, the vibration edging her even closer and she bit the back of her hand to keep quiet. So close, so close, she was so close and he stopped again, but this time to spin her around, her hands catching on the shelves as he stood.
“I need to be inside you, Sweetheart!” he growled into her ear, as he un-zipped his pants.
“Yes!”
The hissed word was both in answer to his statement and to the feeling of him sliding into her. One of his hands was still on her hip, the other was quickly rubbing her clit and finally! she fell over the edge, his fingers filled her mouth and she sucked them to keep quiet, even as she clapped around him. His hips jerked and he bit her shoulder as his come filled her. She reached one hand back and petting his hair as he spasmed through his aftershock inside her.
He gave a kiss to her neck before he withdrew, fastening his pants and pulling up her panties. She ran her hand down her skirt, making sure it was presentable, when his arms came around her waist again. She leaned back against him with a contented sigh, twisting her head for a kiss when she heard Mary-Margret’s voice.
“Okay, everyone! Pick the book you want to read for this week and take it up to Miss Belle to be checked out.”
She heard a scramble of twenty pairs of feet and his own sigh.
“There is a dinner party at the Mayor's this weekend that I have to attend, will you brave it with me?”
“Yes,” she said, raising up on her toes to get her kiss, before he left and she went to see what the kids were reading this week.
I'm going to be the biggest hypocrit here.. but oh well. You my dear are an absolutes Darling. I mean, come on!! You wrote an entirely new verse for forza on her birthday. I STILL reread Swinging Around Storybrooke when I need a pick-me-up. You are a most beautiful and darling dearie.
Thank You for this Nonny! It made me smile. It also made me write the next chapter of ‘Swinging Around Storybrooke’ (I’m going to post it here and again as it’s own post)
Title: Swinging Around Storybrooke Ch. 2 Swinging Library of the PublicRating: NC-17Paring: RumBelleSummary: Phone sex. Phone sex when Belle has a Library full of Mary Margret’s fourth grade class.A/N: Again, when I moved the prompts from my inbox to a text doc, I forgot to attach the credit of who gave the prompts. I is sorry ;.;
“Storybrooke Public Library, this is Belle. How can I help you!” It all came out in a rush as Belle grabbed the phone and fell into her chair behind the circulation counter.
“You sound busy, Darling?” She smiled, just hearing Jackson’s voice relaxing her. “But I suppose it is Tuesday.”
Tuesdays were both her favorite and least favorite day of the week. She loved helping people find books, and helping children was even more delightful. But having the twenty ten-year-old of Mary-Margret’s fourth grade class running around the library at one time was a little much.
“Yeah,” she laughed.
“Well, I will assume that’s why…..”
He trailed off and she frowned, before her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp. She twisted in her seat to look at the large clock mounted on the wall behind her. It read a quarter to two and she was supposed to meet him at one.
“I’m sorry! There was a problem with the bus and they were fifteen minutes late and I guess I lost track of time after that!”
“It’s okay, Sweetheart,” He chuckled. “I know how much you love helping the children. Besides, it was only lunch date where I planned to bend you over my work table and fuck you until neither of us could walk.”
“Jackson!” she hissed into the receiver, looking around to make sure none of the children were near, even though it shot a bolt of heat straight through her. He chuckled again, before continuing.
“Then I would have turned you over and ate you out,” She moaned, biting down on her lip to keep quiet, “running my tongue up and over your clit, thrusting it into your pussy, over and over again,” Her breathing was becoming ragged and she wiggled in her seat, remembering what his tongue felt like “until you couldn’t take another orgasm. Then I would fuck you again until we’re too exhausted to move.”
“Jackson,” she whimpered, her legs shifting against each other, the need to have him nearly exploding in her.
“Are you wet for me yet, Sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Is any one near you?”
“No.”
“Then touch yourself for me.”
“What!”
She darted her eyes around, but no one was looking.
“I have a library full of children and you want me to what?”
“I want you to touch yourself for me. I want you to take your free hand, and place it on you knee. Then slowly bring it up you inner thigh, using a hint of your nails like when you tease me, sliding up under your skirt, until you come to your panties.”
She didn’t know what hypnotism he was using with his voice, but her hand was following his commands. Her thigh was trembling as her hand moved and she looked around again to make sure no innocent ten-year-olds were close by. She let out a half gasp when she reached her soaked panties, pressing her finger against them as her hips shifted forward in the chair.
“That’s good, Sweetheart,” he crooned into her ear, “Now, slip a finger in, circle your clit the way you know I like to do with the tip of my tongue.”
She did, falling forward and planting the elbow of the arm holding the phone firmly on the desk, swallowing to keep the moan that wanted to burst from her throat trapped there.
“Is your finger nice and wet?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good. Now put it inside your pussy and fuck yourself with it, imagine it’s my finger.”
Her mouth fell open as she moved her hand, her hips bucking, she was getting close, her walls fluttering. She clenched her muscles, wondering how she was going to come quietly, but she needn’t have worried.
“Stop!”
“Please?” she begged, letting her head fall onto the desk.
“The lights are still out in the Collectibles Section.”
“Yeah,” she answered his non question. He didn’t says anything else, but hung up and she stared at the phone. Glancing around to see where everyone was, she pulled her hand out from under her skirt and stood, making her way back to the Collectibles Section. It wasn’t really a “section”, just two bookcases facing each other at the end of art history and ending in a dead end at the very back of the building. The lights above both sections had been out for weeks, but so few people went back there, no one had bothered to change them, leaving the whole aisle in darkness. She saw him when she entered the aisle, twirling his cane in front of him as he sat on one of the many footstools scattered around the library. He held out his hand to her and she approached.
He took her hand, the one she hand touched herself with, and sniffed it, looking at her with heat as he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean. Then he grabbed her hips, which, with him sitting on the footstool, was even with his head. He pulled her forward, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down, his eyes on hers as his tongue parted her folds. She placed her hands against the wall in front of her and bucked into his mouth. She was still so close from earlier and as his tongue swirled around her clit, she knew she wouldn’t last long.
“Quite, Sweetheart.” he said, as she started to whimper, “we don’t want to corrupt any younglings, now do we?”
Her response was to push his mouth back against her. He chuckled, the vibration edging her even closer and she bit the back of her hand to keep quiet. So close, so close, she was so close and he stopped again, but this time to spin her around, her hands catching on the shelves as he stood.
“I need to be inside you, Sweetheart!” he growled into her ear, as he un-zipped his pants.
“Yes!”
The hissed word was both in answer to his statement and to the feeling of him sliding into her. One of his hands was still on her hip, the other was quickly rubbing her clit and finally! she fell over the edge, his fingers filled her mouth and she sucked them to keep quiet, even as she clapped around him. His hips jerked and he bit her shoulder as his come filled her. She reached one hand back and petting his hair as he spasmed through his aftershock inside her.
He gave a kiss to her neck before he withdrew, fastening his pants and pulling up her panties. She ran her hand down her skirt, making sure it was presentable, when his arms came around her waist again. She leaned back against him with a contented sigh, twisting her head for a kiss when she heard Mary-Margret’s voice.
“Okay, everyone! Pick the book you want to read for this week and take it up to Miss Belle to be checked out.”
She heard a scramble of twenty pairs of feet and his own sigh.
“There is a dinner party at the Mayor’s this weekend that I have to attend, will you brave it with me?”
“Yes,” she said, raising up on her toes to get her kiss, before he left and she went to see what the kids were reading this week.
Title: Swinging Around Storybrooke
Rating: NC-17
Paring: RumBelle
Summary: Fourth in the “Swinging Verse”. A Multi-chapter, prompt based fic of Belle and Gold's antics around Storybrooke. This chapters prompts were:
'Swinging around SB' naturally makes me think of the playground. Maybe sex involving the swings, or some other piece of equipment?
and
Hey, it's summer, gotta have some Creamy Gold -- 'Swinging' prompt: they meet at the ice cream parlor, sample each other's cones, one of them licks the dripping ice cream off the other's wrist and hand, flirting, innuendo, eye sex, etc
A/N: Quill is dumb and forgot to attach the credit of who gave the prompts when she moved them from her inbox to a text doc. She is shame faced and sorry. ;.;
The docks in Storybrooke were usually well lit, lights spaced out evenly for any late night strollers to see by. One near the end of the dock, where there were swings to relax on as you looked out over the Atlantic, a light was broken. It left that swing in a circle of darkness which was just fine for the couple sitting on it.
Their fourth date was going well Belle thought as she held Jackson's hand and lapped up the ice cream dripping down his wrist. Even in the low light she could see his eyes were blown wide. If that weren't enough to let her know how much he enjoyed what she was doing, the erection she could feel under her as she sat in his lap was a definite clue.
She wasn't unaffected though as watched him raise the cone to his mouth so that his tongue could dart out to gather a bit of the treat and bring it back into his mouth. All she could think about was how his tongue felt against her the night of the party, then again the next day. She inhaled quietly, and squeezed her legs together, trying to create some friction. She wiggled and he groaned, hands clamping on her hips to keep her still as she felt him grow harder beneath her. She wiggled again and he bucked up into her, tossing the cone into the ocean.
He cupped the back of her head and pulled her down for a kiss as his other hand trailed up her leg and under her skirt. His fingers traced her through her undergarments. Her eyes half closed and she broke the kiss with a gasp as his fingers moved under her panties and slid into her. She sighed at the feeling of him filling her again.
After leaving Granny's the night of their first date, he walked her home and they agreed that things needed to slow down a bit, that they needed to get to know each other a little more before they were intimate again. Their next three dates, a picnic in the park, dinner at the new restaurant, Tiana's, and driving a town over for amateur theater production, were like that, no more sexual than the kisses they exchanged at the end of the evening, leaving her wanting as the tension between them grew.
Tonight they had met after each of their business closed and had strolled down the main street, stopping at 'Any Given Sundae' and taking their treats down to the dock. Belle had finished her cone by the time they had come to the swing and had sat herself in his lap.
“Jackson,” she sighed as he slowly moved his fingers inside of her.
“Tell me something?” he whispered in to her ear.
“What?”
“Anything. Just tell me something about you.” She jerked as he thrust his fingers all the way in and pressed his thumb against her clit, gently caressing it. “Tell me something that no one else knows.”
“I-uh, oh, I-I like to watch lesbian porn.” That definitely wasn't what he expected and he froze, his hand stilling its motions. She looked at him to see an eyebrow raised.
“You trying to tell me something, Sweetheart?” he asked, starting to withdraw his hand. She quickly reached out to stop him, pushing his fingers back into her.
“No, well, maybe. I've never really thought about it. But that's not what I mean. I meant I prefer it over other types. I don't really like heterosexual porn. It's all male power fantasies where a blow up doll would be just as good.”
She looked at him as he nodded.
“I have rarely watch it as I never liked the way the treated the woman.”
She smiled and kissed him, using the grip she still hand on his wrist to encourage him the keep moving. His thumb returned to circling her clit.
“Once Ruby,” she continued “made me watch gay porn, cause “Come on Belle, two hot guys doing each other, what's not to like!”, Well I didn't because it was all the same. The situations, the way one partner treated the other, it was still all about power. But Ruby clicked on one that was two woman.”
She stopped speaking and bit her lip when he crooked his fingers inside her, rubbing back and forth against that spot, a hand clenching in his hair as she moved her hips in tandem, her orgasm building.
“It continued playing as she went to refill her glass and I was entranced by the way they treated each other. It was sensual and romantic. In a half hour video, they will spend ten minutes just kissing.” She kissed him. “Or lightly touching each other,” She tickled the nape of his neck with her fingernails, and ran her other hand down his chest, sliding it between them to cup him through his pants. “slowly building up to the intimate action and afterward, they would hold each other, making sure they were alright. It turned me on more than anything I'd ever seen.”
Their eyes met again as they kissed passionately. His hand slid out of her as she opened his pants, pulling him out of his boxers, caressing him. Breaking the kiss, she stood and straddled him, slipping her legs through the space between the back of the swing and the seat, and sliding onto him.
Her toes could just reach the dock and she pushed off, setting the swing into motion. They moaned together as they rocked, her head setting on his shoulder, a hand in his hair. His hands ran up and down her back.
“Your turn.”
“Hm...I spin.”
“Spin?”
“Yes, my aunts were spinsters. In all uses of the word. The last two people in our small village to make a living out of it. Though to be honest, it wasn't much of a living. Even though we didn't have very much, it was a good childhood. When I get frustrated or need to clear my head, I use the Great Wheel I have in the back of the shop. It makes everything seem...simpler.”
He raised his feet and propped them on the railing, pushing the swing into motion a little more. Belle sighed and turned her head into his neck, leaving kisses as they rocked. The pressure was building inside her and she clenched her muscles to bring him along.
“Belle,” he sighed, caressing the back of her neck, “Look at me,” She lifted her head, and he cupped her face. “Come for me, Sweetheart. I want to see you. Will you do that for me?” One of his hands dropped between them and massaged her clit. “I want to see the pleasure I'm bringing you cross your face. Can you do that for me?”
If she was going to answer him, it was lost as her orgasm took her, her eyes flutter shut and her hips jerked against his.
“That's it, Sweetheart,” he said, stroking her clit to prolong the pleasure, until she bucked again. “So beautiful.”
She rested against his shoulder, her insides throbbing in aftershocks, and watched as he withdrew his hand and sucked his fingers clean. The sight made her clench tight around him and she felt that he was still hard.
“What about you? I could use my mouth on you.”
She shuddered at just the idea of having him in her mouth, shocks of pleasure bursting through her and she licked her lips imaging his taste, but he shook his head.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said, moving her to settle more firmly against him, as his feet pushed the swing into motion again. She wasn't sure how long they sat there, rocking, with him inside her, the only sound the gentle lapping of the water against the dock and the creak of the swing’s rusty chain.
Title: Swinging at Granny's
Rating: NC-17
Paring: RumBelle
Summary: Third in the Swinging Verse. One and Two should probably be read first.
A/N: Please read and respond to the A/N at the bottom.
Gold got to Granny's ten minutes before seven. Seeing his favorite booth near the hallway was open he quickly secured it. He looked over the menu, not wanting to waste any time with Belle not paying attention to her. When he heard the door open he looked up, but quickly raised the menu to hide behind as Jefferson came in. He knew if the other man saw him, he would invite himself to sit and ask a bunch of question about where Gold disappeared to last night.
But the other man walked right up to the counter where Ruby Lucas was stacking coffee cups that had just come out of the dishwasher.
“Red!” he said, plunking down on a stool. “Did you ever find out what happened to your friend last night?”
“Yeah,” the girl sighed, placing a cup of coffee in front of him. “I should have know better then to bring her. It wasn't really her scene. She's more the holding hands and moonlight walks type. Apparently she found your library and fell asleep reading.”
“My library?” Jefferson gasped, spilling the coffee he was taking a sip of.
“Yeah.” Miss Lucas gave him a confused look, wiping up the spill.
“You're sure she was in the Library?” Something in Jefferson's tone made Jackson grip the menu a little tighter.
“Yeah, why?”
“I think it might have been more her scene then you think!”
“What!”
“Hm. As I was cleaning up today, I noticed that the library had been...used.”
“Yes, it was 'used', by Belle! She said she fell asleep reading!” She threw the rag into a bucket under the counter and went back to stacking.
“She might have fallen asleep, but she wasn't reading before hand,” he laughed. At Miss Lucas' angry look, he sighed. “Red, my couch in there is leather, it doesn't hide what happens on it.”
“Why didn't she tell me! I tell her everything!” Ruby hissed, “And who was she with!”
“I don't know about the first, but I'm pretty sure about the second. And as soon as I corner him...”
Jackson shifted in his seat. Jefferson was the only person in town he would call a friend, he was also a better lawyer then Gold, tenacious when he wanted answers.
Two things happened then. Jefferson saw him in the mirror behind the counter and Belle walked into the diner.
“Belle!” Ruby called to her friend, coming around the counter and grabbing her hand, just as out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jefferson twisted on his seat and grinned at Gold. “We need to talk!”
“Hi Ruby. Can it wait?” Belle said distractedly, looking at him. He put down the menu and felt a smile quirk his lips. Ruby looked between the two of them, then at what Belle was wearing. “No, it can't!”
She started to pull Belle down the hallway, but Belle dug her heels in.
“Later, Ruby.” she shook off the brunettes hand and walked over to join him in the booth. “Hi.”
“Hey.” It came out a lot softer than he intended and he cleared his throat. He was glad when Mrs. Lucas came out of the back and yelled at her granddaughter.
“Ruby! Don't just stand there gawking! You have orders to take!”
Throwing looks between them the entire time, she took their order. Both ignored her to stare at each other until she left, then they both blushed and looked away.
“So....”
“Yeah,”
“What made you want to be a librarian?”
She smiled and started to tell him about her mother and her love for books. After that the conversation flowed and they were finished dessert before he knew it. Miss Lucas slapped the check down with one more glare. He snatched it and stood to pay as he saw her mouth open to argue.
When he turned back to the table, he saw the Miss Lucas had dropped into his seat and was having a conversation with Belle that involved a lot of hand waving. Belle just shook her head or nodded and replied calmly to her friend. When he saw Jefferson eying him, he quickly made his way back to the booth and slid in next to Belle, only to heave a sigh as Jefferson dropped into the booth next to Ruby.
“So,” he started, looking straight at Belle, “Red here says she brought you to my party last night. Did you have fun?”
“Yes,” she said and he saw her glance at him out of the corner of her eye.
He smiled back and together they deflected the questions, turning them back on the other two or directing them else where so the four of them ended up discussing the recent gossip about young Henry Mills running away to find his birth mother. He liked Miss Swan and he and Jefferson started talking about the ramifications of a possible custody battle between her and the mayor.
“If it were to come to that,” he said “I think I would insist that the court be in another town. Even-” He cut off and looked at Belle. She had an innocent look on her face even as her hand trailed up the inside of his thigh. “Even though Mayor Mills isn't well liked, to insure an unbiased judgment, I think it would be for the best.”
He finished quickly as her hand cupped him, squeezing rhythmically as he talked. He leaned forward and cleared his throat, listening to Jefferson as she unzipped him, pressing his lips together when her hand wiggled into his boxers and started to caress him. Hardening in her hand, he wondered how she was able to look so serene and keep it from looking like she was doing anything with her hand.
She responded to something that Jefferson asked, but for the life of him he didn't know what as her thumb swiped across his head and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from bucking his hips. She giggled, shooting him a side look and reached down to cradle his balls, keeping his shaft rubbing in the crook of her wrist.
He made a sound and when the other two looked at him, he quickly grabbed a napkin and mimed a sneeze, sitting back in the booth to press his length back into her hand. She rubbed her palm across the head, coating it in his pre-come before she started stroking him in earnest. When he knew he wouldn't be about to keep himself from coming, he reached under the table to stop her hand.
“I'll be right back,” she said suddenly, she raising an eyebrow at him, a smirk on her lips. “I need to wash my hand.”
As Ruby and Jefferson watched her go, he quickly zipped up his pants, a plan forming in his mind.
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Belle shut the bathroom door behind her, glad that Granny's was older and had single stall bathroom, a sink and mirror next to a toilet. She leaned on the sink, head handing, as she shifted from one foot to the other. It wasn't enough friction to relieve the ache, but she kept doing it as it felt good. Not as good as the memory of him inside her, both last night and this morning, and she hopped that once they left the diner, they could make a new memory. Her apartment was right across the street, but she was aching and a little relief wouldn't be amiss. She reached one hand under her skirt and into her panties, stroking all the way down to gather some moister and bring it back up to her clit.
Her head popped up as the door open and he slipped in, clicking the lock and leaning back against the door.
“Now, I don't think that's what you said you were coming in here for.” He took a step forward, leaned his cane against the sink, and pressing against her back, grasped her writs and pulled up. Holding it under his nose, he breathed deeply, then met her eyes in the mirror. “I believe you said you were cleaning your hands?”
She gasped as he drew her finger in his mouth, tongue swirling around it as he sucked it clean, then his tongue sought out anywhere on her hand that had her, or his, arousal on it. His other hand wasn't idle, it snaked around her waist and took the place of her's against the folds, caressing her gently before two fingers thrust into her. She moaned, head falling back onto his shoulder, hips pushing forward to meet his hand. She raised her free hand and sunk it into his hair, tugging to keep herself quiet.
“Not yet, Sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear when her walls started to grip his fingers. She whimpered when he removed his fingers, but moaned when he held them up for her, rubbing them against her lips before pushing them into her mouth for her to clean. She never really cared for her own taste, but she moaned again when she felt his other hand moving between them and the clink of his buckle. He pulled his hand free with a pop and caressed the side of her face as he whispered to her.
“Brace yourself on the sink, but make sure your eyes are on mine. I want to see all of you.”
She gasped and did what he said, meeting his eyes as he trailed a hand down her back, pulled up her skirt and moved aside the string of her thong. A whine escaped her throat when he didn't enter her, but pushed his erection between her outer lips, the head brushing against her clit. He placed his hands and started to rock.
Keeping his eyes, she pushed back and shifted her hips, trying to get more friction, but he would step away keeping the contact to teasing. She didn't realize that the gasps she was making weren't soundless when he stopped moving, head cocked to the side and she head footsteps come down from the stairs from the rooms upstairs. They stopped right outside the bathroom and he met her eyes again.
“Keep quite, Sweetheart,”
She barely finished nodding before he pulled back and slammed into her, holding her hips as he quickly started a furious rhythm. She bit her lips to strangle the scream that wanted to be let loose, letting go of the sink to rub her clit as she pushed back onto him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her upright, stepping closer to pin her against the sink.
“Are you close, Sweetheart?” His hand lightly trailed between her legs “Do you need to come?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
He pulled out and spun her around, lifting her to sit on the sink, he trust back in and pressed his lips to her. She wrapped herself around him and held on as the pleasure built and built and built, until she bit into his suit covered shoulder as she exploded.
“Fuck,” she heard him whisper as he shuttered in her grasp, hands clenching her ass as he stumbled the step and a half to the toilet. They both moaned as he slid deeper in her when he plopped down, but she just nuzzled into his neck, not caring about the world.
When she finally lifted her head, the look in his eyes made her breath catch in her throat and she leaned forward to kiss him.
“I think we've been gone too long,” he murmurer a few minutes of kissing later. She sighted and nodded, reluctantly separating them and reaching for the toilet paper to clean up. When they were presentable, she paused with her hand on the door, and looked back at him, biting her lip.
“You know,” she started slowly, “the back door is a lot closer then the diner. You all ready paid and I personally don't want to face Ruby tonight. As far as she knows, we snuck out a while ago.”
“I like the way you think, Miss French.”
“Good, then will you walk me home, Mr. Gold?”
He nodded and they slipped out the back door. She ignored the smirk and wink Jefferson threw their way as the passed the front of the diner and concentrated on the feel of Jackson pressed to her side.
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End Author's Note: There is going to be one more story in this verse. It's called “Swinging around Storybrooke” and it's a prompt verse! So, if you have something or somewhere you want these two to do, send me a prompt! Any and all things within my writing ability are allowable.
Okay Quill, I got this. Swinging Belle - what was your immediate reaction to see your mystery man when you opened the door? If you had seen him walking down the street, would you have looked twice? Did you regret on giving him more of a clue when you left? Swinging Gold - why did you not want Jefferson to know about your mystery lady? Why did you go to this *party* in the first place? Would you have *actually* gone to the library, or would you have put it off?
Belle: unfortunately, I didn’t immediately see him when I entered the pawn shop, he was in the back. But when I heard his voice behind me, and he pressed him self against my back, my heart started pounding and my throat went dry as that tingle started down low. The man’s voice alone is pure sex and I wanted! I was also happy as I was sure I should have left him a more concrete way of finding me if he wanted to.
Gold: I went to Jefferson’s party because the man is an insufferable liar! “come on, gold! It just going to be a few associate over to relax! And you, my friend, need to relax!” As for not telling him, I a very reserved person and don’t share my business willy-nilly, but also, that night seemed much too personal, special, to share with anyone. Oh, yes, I would have gone to the library that day. The fact that she left the card meant that she was willing for something more.
Swinging!Gold, when you woke up alone, before you found the library card, what did you think?
Jackson knew something was different as he started to wake. His back stuck to the leather of the back of the couch was not normal as he knew he usually was wearing a shirt when he was over at Jefferson's. His front was cold and her grinned against the cushion as her reached out to pull the woman closer, making a mental note to ask for her name. He thought they might get breakfast and continue their conversation, but his hand landed on nothing and his head popped up.
He was alone.
He flopped back down and tried not to let his mind wonder. After how amazing last night was, he didn't really want the thoughts that of course she left, that in the cold light of the morning she regretted what happened last night, that she had only come to the party for slightly anonymous sex and wouldn't have anything to do with him if she knew who he was.
He slowly sat up and was reaching for his pants when he saw the copy of “Thornbirds”, that he knew he had placed it on the end table before things began last night, was reading the night before was sitting dead center on the coffee table. He picked it up and saw a business card sticking out of it. A business card for the Storybrooke Library.
He didn't own it so he hadn't been in the building since they reopened it, and the head librarian was Mrs. Potts, a kind older woman who never gave him any trouble with her rent. She had a few assistant librarians, who he had to approve the salary of on the town council, but none of their names were coming to him.
He dressed and slid the card in his pocket, heartened that she had left a clue, and slipped out of the mansion before Jefferson awoke. He didn't want to tell the other man what happened last night. It was much too private. It took less time then the walk to his car to pull up the hours of Storybrook's Public Library on his phone and make plans to stop by on his lunch.
So yesterday was ForzaOUAT's birthday and I tried to be “sneaky” and “mysterious” and surprise her with Birthday Smut. I failed at the “sneaky” and “mysterious” part, I seemed to have filled her prompt well. For the rest of you, here it is.
Prompt was: Rumbelle-“Both go to a swingers party with a friend who didn’t want to go alone and end up hiding out in the same room. Smut ensues.” (under cut for smut)
Belle was sure her smile was strained as she shrugged off the hand trying to wrap around her shoulder. She now understood why Ruby wouldn't tell her anything about the party at a mansion in the woods she was dragging Belle to, though there might have been a hint of wordplay in the statement: “You're coming with me, Belle! After Gaston, you need to get back in the swing of things!”
She smiled politely and quickly turned to the drinks table as someone else approached her with that look in his eyes. Her eyes widened when she saw the hallway next to the table was empty. Empty and quiet! And ever better, through the partly open door at the end, she could see a bookshelf! Quickly glancing behind her she, she saw no one was looking and darted down the hall to the safety.
It was with a sigh of contentment that she leaned back against the closed door of the library, all sounds of the party shut out.
“Escaping the debauchery as well, Dearie?”
She jumped at the voice and sucked in a breath at the man sitting on one of the couches. The voice alone sent shivers down her back to make her knees week, but the sight of the well fit suit, the rugged handsome face over it topped with the floofy-ist hair that had her hand clenching with the need to be buried in it. All of this on top of the fact he was reading 'Thornbirds', He was her naughtiest dreams come true.
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Jackson Gold looked up from the book he was reading when he heard the door close. He had thought that Jefferson's library would be the safest place to get away from the insanity going on in the main part of the mansion and he wondered again what induced Jefferson to invite him to a swingers party of all things!
The barb on the tip of his tongue to tell the amorous couple,or more, to move to another room died on his lips as he saw the woman leaning against the door. He was pretty sure he forgot to breathe as he took in the brown curls, the shapely body and gorgeous legs exposed by the short skirt she was wearing. The relief on her face let him know that she was hiding just as he was.
“Escaping the debauchery as well, Dearie?”
She gasped and snapped her head towards him, causing him to forget to breathe again at the incredible blue of her eyes.
“Yes,” she said slowly, head titled to the side, and he wondered what caused her to swallow so hard as she stared at him. “Is that okay?”
He nodded and waved his hand to the rest of the room.
“By all means.”
She swallowed again and took a hesitant step into the library. He thought she would pick a book of her own and they would read in peace until they were able to leave, but he didn't expect her to sit on the couch with him. He's not sure how her tentative question about the book, which she said was her favorite, turned into a conversation about other things, or how that turned into them looking at each other and leaning to for a kiss, but he wasn't going to complain.
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Belle sigh both because of the kiss and the face that she finally got her hands into his hair. She twined strands between her fingers, never wanting to stop, but she did so that she could push his suit jacket off. He shrugged out of it while she worked on his waistcoat, it and his tie and shirt were quickly disposed of. Once he was bared to the waist, she pushed him back on the couch, hands roaming along his chest, nails scraping his nipples as they puckered. He groaned and reached up to cup her nape, pulling her down for another kiss.
She moaned herself as he sucked on her tongue. She pulled away to straddle him, crossing her arms in front of her and pull off her blouse and bra in one go. He gasped and brought his hands up to cup her breast, kneading them, before sitting up and pulling a nipple into his mouth. She arched her back causing her to ground against the erection she could feel growing under her. Scrambling between them, she undid his belt and pants, and she lifted up as he wiggled out of them with out removing his mouth from her. She payed no mind to the rip of fabric as her underwear was destroyed, only that is freed her to sink down onto him.
He let go of her breast with a pop and their eyes met as she rose up again and slammed down on him. Bracing her hands on his shoulder, she rode him as hard as she could, helped along by his hands on her hips. Hands that wandered, up her sides to her breast, down her back to cup her ass, kneading them or using his hold to pull her faster down into his thrusts, while he captured her nipple again, sucking on it as her orgasm grew and grew and exploded behind her eyes.
She was only partially as he slammed up into her, his release filling her, mixing with her own juices as she slumped against his chest.
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Jackson was disoriented as he awoke. He ceiling above him wasn't strange, neither was the leather couch under him, he had fallen asleep in Jefferson's library enough time, but he weight on his chest was different. Also, being naked was new, but the weight was naked too. Well, almost. Her skirt was still rucked up to her waist and he was still inside her. As he breathed in her scent, he could feel himself hardening.
The woman was waking up as well, an adorable moan coming for her as she rubbed her face on his chest. As easily as he could, he rolled them, sighing in discontent as he slipped out of her, but it was necessary. Once she was on her back, he removed her skirt and knelt between her legs, lifting one over his shoulder, he extended his tongue and licked her folds from bottom to top, cleaning their arousal off of her, getting her inner thighs as well, before retuning his attention core. He kept up the long slow strokes until he was sure she was awake. When she gripped his hair and bucked her hips, he thrust his tongue into her and brushed her clit with his nose.
Her cries filled the library and he could feel himself getting harder, the ache to be inside her intensifying, but he kept at it, switching to suck and tongue the bundle of nerves above her opening, and thrusting three fingers insider her.
She screamed, back bowing, hands tightening his his hair as she clenched around his fingers. He kept going, drawing it out, not sure if the next scream was another orgasm or a continuation of the first and not really caring, he just kept going and going as more orgasms were pulled from her.
“Stop,” she gasped out, tugging his hair.
He stopped, placing one last kiss on her clit, he moved up to lay on his side between her and the back of the couch. The satiated look on her face pleased him more then any physical release. But when she cupped his face and pulled him down for a almost chaste kiss, he groaned and couldn't stop his hips from rocking against hers. Especially when she kissed him again, persuading his tongue to play with her, sucking it into her mouth as she reached down and started to stroke him. The groan was ripped from his throat as his release spilled across her stomach.
He wanted to say something and opened his mouth to do so, but she just shook her head and pulled his down to rest on her breast. He held off sleep until he was sure she had drifted off.
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The chirping of a bird Belle didn't recognize woke her and she could tell from the light outside the window that dawn as almost here. She had never felt so relaxed and it was all because of the man sleeping mostly on top of her. She carded her hands in his hair, wondering at her thoughts of waking him up for another go, but she sighed and slipped out from under him. Dressing quickly, she thought about trying to find ruby, if Ruby was even still here, but she didn't relish looking through all the couple to find her friend.
Looking back at the man on the couch, she bit her lip. What was the etiquette at this type of party? They didn't even exchange names, was she just supposed to leave? Or was she supposed to wake him up to say goodbye? She had never been one for casual sex, but last night as fantastic and she didn't want to leave with out knowing who he was. Would he want more then that?
She decided to leave a hint, for him to decide. Picking up the copy of 'Thornbirds' he was reading and she replaced his bookmark with a business card for the Library and hurried out of the room.
“Belle!” The quiet shout made her jump and she turned to see Ruby standing at the end of the hall. “You're still here! I looked for you last night and thought you bailed no me!”
` “No, I, uh...” she trialed off and looked behind her. Even though she shared everything with Ruby, last night felt too special, “I found a library.”
“Only you!” Ruby sighed, “But come on! Granny doesn't like when I stay out all night on days I open the diner. Plus, I have to take the rent to Mr. Gold today and you are coming with me as I'm not facing that man alone!”
