(Disney) Bedtime Stories
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salmon_pinkTitle: Bedtime Stories
Fandom: Disney (Tangled/Beauty And The Beast)
Pairing: Rapunzel/Belle
Rating: NC-17
Words: 330
Notes: Dirty talk. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "read".
For so many years, Rapunzel longed for new books. Books about the world, about art and food and music and discoveries and people.
In all her dreaming, she never thought of the idea of somebody reading those books to her.
But now she has a whole library to choose from, and Belle settles beside her and reads out loud to her, voice warm and soothing. She reads stories of adventure, of romance, of tragedy and triumph. She reads tales of fantasy and history, of great explorers and scientists. She even reads recipes, when Rapunzel asks of it, and they laugh together and discuss what they’ll eat for dinner the next day, what delicious dessert Rapunzel will create for them.
And at night, alone in their room, Belle reads different kinds of stories. Her voice is hushed and heated as she reads about lovers, about the touch of skin against skin, about lips and tongues and teeth and the curl of fingers. Rapunzel squirms in the circle of her arms, growing wet and needy, thighs moving restlessly together, the sound of the words heating her from the inside out.
Belle’s eyes flicker from the page to Rapunzel’s face and back again, a secret smile dancing on her lips, until Rapunzel is breathless and desperate, until she can no longer hold herself in check. Pressing her face to every part of Belle’s skin that she can reach, pulling impatiently at Belle’s nightclothes until she reveals more of that creamy flesh. Sucking marks into Belle’s neck, cupping and squeezing her breasts, listening to the catch of Belle’s breath as she attempts to finish her page.
But it’s futile, when Rapunzel has her sights set on Belle’s pleasure. And soon the book is abandoned, their legs tangled together, hands moving between each other’s thighs. Re-enacting the story or simply getting lost to the familiar rhythm of each other’s bodies, until the only words left are the whispers of love and the promise of forever.
Fandom: Disney (Tangled/Beauty And The Beast)
Pairing: Rapunzel/Belle
Rating: NC-17
Words: 330
Notes: Dirty talk. For
100_women, prompt "read".For so many years, Rapunzel longed for new books. Books about the world, about art and food and music and discoveries and people.
In all her dreaming, she never thought of the idea of somebody reading those books to her.
But now she has a whole library to choose from, and Belle settles beside her and reads out loud to her, voice warm and soothing. She reads stories of adventure, of romance, of tragedy and triumph. She reads tales of fantasy and history, of great explorers and scientists. She even reads recipes, when Rapunzel asks of it, and they laugh together and discuss what they’ll eat for dinner the next day, what delicious dessert Rapunzel will create for them.
And at night, alone in their room, Belle reads different kinds of stories. Her voice is hushed and heated as she reads about lovers, about the touch of skin against skin, about lips and tongues and teeth and the curl of fingers. Rapunzel squirms in the circle of her arms, growing wet and needy, thighs moving restlessly together, the sound of the words heating her from the inside out.
Belle’s eyes flicker from the page to Rapunzel’s face and back again, a secret smile dancing on her lips, until Rapunzel is breathless and desperate, until she can no longer hold herself in check. Pressing her face to every part of Belle’s skin that she can reach, pulling impatiently at Belle’s nightclothes until she reveals more of that creamy flesh. Sucking marks into Belle’s neck, cupping and squeezing her breasts, listening to the catch of Belle’s breath as she attempts to finish her page.
But it’s futile, when Rapunzel has her sights set on Belle’s pleasure. And soon the book is abandoned, their legs tangled together, hands moving between each other’s thighs. Re-enacting the story or simply getting lost to the familiar rhythm of each other’s bodies, until the only words left are the whispers of love and the promise of forever.
