I was tagged by the amazingly awesome - ripperblackstaff
1.Something old - a blurb from one of the first fics you’ve ever written.
That would have to be the smut scene from my first fic "The Gold Motel". It was kind all over the place. Some of my stuff is still all over the place.
Norman leans in slowly, carefully, and kisses her on the lips. Belle hesitates a moment, then kisses him back.
He raises he’s right hand and places it on her shoulder. Belle mirrors this with her own hand. Norman halts, takes a breath, and looks up at Belle. “Y-you’re alright, d-d-dearie? If I do something you don’t like, please, just hit me again like you did before.”
“Why do you think I’m still holding the cane?” she counters.
Norman smiles and says, “Fair enough,”and they both continue kissing.
Norman moves up against Belle, easing her up to the head of the bed. Belle follows his every move. He kisses her softly, tentatively. She can’t remember the last time anyone wanted to touch her. She’s enjoying this moment.
Norman had moved from kissing her soft lips to her neck. He’s greedily kissing and absorbing every inch of her. He begins to unwrap her towel. For the first time he sees Belle’s body, full and exposed. It’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
He kisses her breast with open mouth kisses and takes her nipple delicately between his teeth. Belle moans in pure pleasure as he slowly moves down her body, kissing every inch of her with open mouth kisses.
Belle asks Norman to stop. “Take off your clothes,” she says.
Norman complies and quickly takes off his green jacket and brown shirt. Then, she feels his body against hers for the first time. This is heaven. He continues his way down her body and stops at her thighs. He rubs them with his warm hands. Belle arches her back at the feeling. He kisses her thighs and puts one hand between to spread them. She opens a her legs wide for him, and Norman gets his first taste of her. She is wet, warm, and sweet. Norman Gold has never tasted a woman before, never tasted the folds between her thighs. He never imaged this.
Belle moans at the flick of his tongue over the soft, sensitive parts between her legs. She has never felt anything like this. It’s a mixture of fear and pleasure. She moves her hand to to back of his head and runs her fingers through his hair. She draws him closer to her, but it’s not enough. Belle makes a sound that takes her by surprise. This is pure ecstasy.
“I’m s-s-sorry, Belle! What did I do wrong?” Norman replies.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I…I just need to feel you. All of you. Inside me.”
Belle looks at Norman, and she nods, “Oh, yes.”
Norman begins taking off his pants. His cock is hard from giving Belle pleasure. She takes his cock in her hand and strokes, feeling the length of him. His hips rock forward.
“I’m so s-s-sorry!” Norman cries.
“Stop saying ‘I’m sorry,’ and fuck me” she says, feeling suddenly emboldened by his timidity. Norman complies and eases his cock between her warm, wet folds. Belle moans with pleasure and excitement. Feeling more confident, Norman thrusts, each time header and faster than the thrust before. Belle moans louder each time. He kisses her and sucks on her neck. He slips his fingers down between her legs and plays with her curls. She can feel herself about to come, but she fights it. She tries to hold it off, but she can’t. Normans fingers are making circles over Belle’s little mound of curls.
They come together, riding each other’s orgasm, completely in sync. Norman falls on top of her, then quickly scrambles up. “I shouldn’t be here,” he says frantically. He rolls out of the bed, grabs his clothing, and quickly leaves the room.
Belle lies on the bed, lost and confused. She can’t believe he just…left her like that. She’s unsure what just happened. She’s never done anything like this before—never had sex with someone she only just met. It was scary and exciting and—she loved every minute of it. Instead of dwelling on the reasons why he left, Belle falls asleep, thinking of the strange and unusual night she just had. And hoping that Norman returns.
If it wasn't for my beta it would have been worse.
2. Something new - a snippet from something you’re currently working on, or from the last thing you posted.
I'm currently working and have finished "Counter Love" part 2. Just waiting to ask for it to get beta'd.
It's been almost 15 minutes sense Gold had taken the call from Charming. Belle has finished her count of the books, but stayed sitting on thee floor, remaining unseen was part of her little game. Moments later the bell to the shop rings and Charming walks through the door. Standing behind the counter, Mr. Gold greets him warmly.
"Ah, Charming. How nice it is to see you. I'm sure we'll be able to find something your wife will love and for the little prince to enjoy."
"I'm looking for something special, something we can give him when he get older," Charming says.
"I have just the thing. I know he'll be growing up to be just like his papa." Gold turns and takes a sword from the shelf behind him, "This should be perfect for the product of true love."
"That a gorgeous sword, but I was looking for something kinda smaller," Charming replies.
"Oh, well step over here. I'm sure there's something in this case that will catch your eye." He sits the sword down and leads Charming to the other case. Gold sees Belle crouched under the case, her presents look him by surprise and he jumps back. She quickly put her finger to her lips to suggest that he stay quite.
3. Something borrowed- A scene or section of dialogue from another writer’s story. Maybe something that inspired you or resonated with you. (Credit the writer and link to it if possible, please.)
70% of my fics have been inspired by movies. So I hope this counts. The scene from my first fic "The Gold Motel" is almost directly from the 1960's movie "Psycho". If you know the movie, then you might notice some of the dialog.
“Have a seat, d-d-dearie,” Norman says from behind her. Belle sits on an old antique couch in front of an old coffee table that looks to have been restored. Norman sets the tea tray down on the table and pours Belle a cup. “I hope you like the tea, d-d-dearie. It’s a blend my Papa would make for me when I was a child.” Norman hands her the cup. Belle takes it carefully and looks at it. “It’s chipped,” she says. “Your cup is chipped.”
“Yes, that’s my favorite c-c-cup. I wanted you to use it,” he says while pouring himself a cup.
Belle drinks the tea and looks around the room. “So…you collect antiques?” Belle wants to break the silence. They’re both here because they’re lonely, after all.
“Yes, I restore them mostly,” Norman answers.
“That’s nice. It’s good to have a hobby,” Belle replies.
“It’s more than just a hobby. A hobby is supposed to pass the time, not fill it,” he says softly while looking down at his cup.
“Is your life that empty? That lonely?” Belle asks gently.
“Yes, but…not completely lonely. I have my Papa. He’s always here for me.” Norman Gold answers with a half-smile on his face.
“It’s probably none of my business but…I heard you and your father arguing about me. It sounded a little…controlling. Almost abusive,” Belle says timidly.
“Oh, you heard.” Norman frowns. “He’s usually not like that. He’s usually not like that at all. He’s…just sick, that’s all. I’ve been taking care of him. He’s just been very sick.” Norman sounds defensive.
“If he’s very sick, and it’s taking its toll on you…don’t you think he’d be better, you know…someplace else?” Belle asks while taking another sip of her tea from the chipped cup.
“They always call it ‘someplace,’ don’t they? My Papa! In a place like that! Have you ever been inside one of those ‘places,’ d-d-dearie? They’re just a place to send people to die when they become inconvenient for you! I could never send my Papa to a place like that! NEVER!” Norman says this aggressively, passionately. He’s breathing hard.
“I—I am sorry. I didn’t mean to offend, Norman. I just thought maybe you wanted to get away…to do your own thing.” Belle replies timidly.
“Not everyone is running away, d-d-dearie. And you’re right. It wasn’t your b-b-business.” Norman sounds angry, but a bit calmer.
Belle forces a smile on her face and kindly says, “Well, I should be going. I’m tired, and I have a long drive ahead of me.”
“Where are you headed?” he asks.
“Umm, I’m just out seeing the country,” Belle replies.
“Oh, well—I’ll see you in the morning for check out. W-w-what time will you be up?” Norman asks while looking down at his cup.
She replies, “Very early. Goodnight Mr….I mean Norman. I’ll see you in the morning for check out.” Belle sets her cup down, gets up, and quickly walks out the door. Norman sits and watches her walk away. He quietly stares at the open door for a few moments. The only sound is his heavy breathing. Suddenly, with his cup still in hand, he gets up, throws the cup on the floor, and shatters it. Then Norman walks to the door and slams it shut.
4. Something blue - C’mon, you know you’ve written a really gut-wrenching bit of angst at some point. Let’s hear the saddest or angstiest thing you’ve got. Alternatively? Tell us about the last time you described the color blue.
When Bell is cleaning up the murder scene in "The Gold Motel" part 3.
Belle stands silently as Papa limps his way into the investigator’s car and drives away. She quickly goes to the maintenance closet to fetch the things she needs for cleaning. Once back into the office, she stares at the stains on the floor. Reality finally hits her hard and she cries uncontrollably. A man was just killed in front of her and now she’s cleaning up his blood. The only thing keeping her sane is knowing she will never have to go through something like this again and Norman will be able to live a normal life. She calms down and wipes the tears from her face and starts cleaning. Papa had lied to Bell about the mess. There was a large pool of blood on the floor and it takes her much longer then expected to clean up the mess. She finishes cleaning and double checks the office to make sure she didn’t miss anything. Satisfied with what she sees, she heads to the manor at the top of the hill to collect her thoughts on this emotionally exhausting day. She goes up the stairs to their bedroom and throws herself on the bed. Belle cries herself to sleep.
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