(Disney) Sheathed
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salmon_pinkTitle: Sheathed
Fandom: Disney (Beauty And The Beast)
Pairing: Belle/Beast
Rating: R
Words: 1150
Timeline: Post-movie
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "dangerous".
Summary: Her happiness is warmth, but her memories are of heat.
She wonders.
Everything is perfect. Perfect in a way that seems as though it can’t possibly be real. So perfect it must be magical.
There is laughter in the castle, music and light. Happiness radiates through the corridors of white marble that she remembers not so long before being dark and forbidding. People would rather dance than walk and she joins them, laughs with them, looks them in the eye as humans where before they bounced at her feet as objects.
So perfect, and yet Belle wonders.
Adam is beautiful. Tall and strong and so loving, so attentive. He showers her with presents but never meaningless trinkets - every object he presses into her hands tells a story, reminds her of a shared adventure. She watches him as he begins to fulfil his duties, to act like the monarch of the kingdom that he was always intended to be. He struggles at first, but only under the weight of his own expectations and fears. He is just and kind, but it takes a little encouragement from Belle for him to realise it.
When he is with her, her heart soars. In those moments where they can be alone, he will wrap his arms around her, holding her back pressed tightly to his chest, and she can only melt against him. His breath will tickle her ear as he presses his face to her hair and she shivers as he inhales her scent. Her fingers curl instinctively around his wrist, stroking along the back of his hand as his palm presses possessively over her stomach.
And yet Belle wonders.
It is only in those few moments during the day when they’re apart. She never feels crowded, but it is only in separation that she can catch her breath and her thoughts.
There is something wrong. Something she cannot place.
She cannot help but wonder what it could be.
Her initial thoughts turn to her independence, to the shock of change. Before she cared for her father and their house; now an entire castle of servants wish to care for her. She has a husband now, a man who would do anything for her.
Those thoughts are easily dismissed, however. She is a part of the castle and everybody works together as a team. She is not tied down, she is not trapped. If she chose to leave tomorrow on her own adventure, Adam would understand. Adam would help her pack and eagerly await her stories upon her return.
He is perfect, too perfect, and it takes some time for her to admit that perhaps that is the problem. Perhaps that is what is wrong.
She loves him entirely. She fell in love with his soul. And yet…
Sometimes she jolts awake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, squirming and twisted in the sheets, the glint of fangs burned across the back of her eyelids and the phantom feeling of fur beneath her hands.
She does not understand herself or her feelings but she knows she must come to accept them. She tries, and perhaps it makes her detached, perhaps it plays across her face too clearly, because Adam begins to watch her.
She catches his eyes on her, some emotion shining there but just out of her reach, and a thrill races down her back.
Belle realises she has missed the intensity in his gaze. It has been replaced by contentment and warmth and she feels ill that she should ever want to see anything but those emotions in the eyes of somebody she loves so very much, but she cannot deny the way her body aches as he looks up at her through the curtain of his hair.
She feels as though the answer is close, if only she could keep a level head, and so she begins to keep her distance. She does not mean to punish him, thinks perhaps she is only punishing herself. She cannot keep lying to him, cannot be a part of his new perfect world if she is unable to even place her own imperfect thoughts.
Even when he begins to unravel, she stays back, although it hurts her not to rush to his side.
The villagers do not notice. Many of the servants are unaware as well. Only those closest to him can tell, and she sees the concern on their faces as he becomes quieter, withdrawn. He misses her, even as they continue to live under the same roof. She misses him terribly as well.
It is only when his temper begins to flare that she finds herself surrendering. Only it does not feel like a surrender - it feels like she is returning home. She goes to him, allowing herself to be alone with him for the first time in weeks.
He had made no comment when she chose to sleep in a different room, and it was just another way in which he was too perfect for her and her confusion.
She finds him miserable, face buried in his hands, having raised his voice to Lumiere.
Lumiere is, of course, unbothered, but she knows Adam is distraught. Angry with himself.
That anger returns when he looks up at her, but he is not angry with her, she knows. It is different, and perhaps he has been wracked by the same confusion that has captured her.
He’s across the room before she can find words, and he has never held her so tightly, never kissed her so fiercely.
Crushed against his body, Belle shivers.
His eyes are wild when he pulls back. Dangerous, although he could never truly be a threat to her. He pushes at her, not rough but demanding, and she allows it, feels breathless for it as he urges her towards the bed.
His hands paw at her clothes and she gasps, back arching for him, legs spreading. Hungry for his hunger.
His teeth scrape at her neck, and she does not see fangs in her mind, only his face and his eyes and his passion. Only Adam, not the Beast, but also not the perfection that she has grown used to since the transformation.
For he is only perfect in his imperfection, in his passion and desire and his need for her, and she realises just what has been missing in their perfect lives. It is this side of him, this side that is greedy for her, and she realises that she is just as greedy for him and that they have both been holding back.
No more, she promises to him and to herself. She will take everything he has, she will cherish it, crave it, and she feels a sigh of contentment and a groan of desperation war on her next breath as she opens herself to the darkness that lurks beneath the tenderness, to that feral side of his desire.
Fandom: Disney (Beauty And The Beast)
Pairing: Belle/Beast
Rating: R
Words: 1150
Timeline: Post-movie
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "dangerous".Summary: Her happiness is warmth, but her memories are of heat.
She wonders.
Everything is perfect. Perfect in a way that seems as though it can’t possibly be real. So perfect it must be magical.
There is laughter in the castle, music and light. Happiness radiates through the corridors of white marble that she remembers not so long before being dark and forbidding. People would rather dance than walk and she joins them, laughs with them, looks them in the eye as humans where before they bounced at her feet as objects.
So perfect, and yet Belle wonders.
Adam is beautiful. Tall and strong and so loving, so attentive. He showers her with presents but never meaningless trinkets - every object he presses into her hands tells a story, reminds her of a shared adventure. She watches him as he begins to fulfil his duties, to act like the monarch of the kingdom that he was always intended to be. He struggles at first, but only under the weight of his own expectations and fears. He is just and kind, but it takes a little encouragement from Belle for him to realise it.
When he is with her, her heart soars. In those moments where they can be alone, he will wrap his arms around her, holding her back pressed tightly to his chest, and she can only melt against him. His breath will tickle her ear as he presses his face to her hair and she shivers as he inhales her scent. Her fingers curl instinctively around his wrist, stroking along the back of his hand as his palm presses possessively over her stomach.
And yet Belle wonders.
It is only in those few moments during the day when they’re apart. She never feels crowded, but it is only in separation that she can catch her breath and her thoughts.
There is something wrong. Something she cannot place.
She cannot help but wonder what it could be.
Her initial thoughts turn to her independence, to the shock of change. Before she cared for her father and their house; now an entire castle of servants wish to care for her. She has a husband now, a man who would do anything for her.
Those thoughts are easily dismissed, however. She is a part of the castle and everybody works together as a team. She is not tied down, she is not trapped. If she chose to leave tomorrow on her own adventure, Adam would understand. Adam would help her pack and eagerly await her stories upon her return.
He is perfect, too perfect, and it takes some time for her to admit that perhaps that is the problem. Perhaps that is what is wrong.
She loves him entirely. She fell in love with his soul. And yet…
Sometimes she jolts awake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, squirming and twisted in the sheets, the glint of fangs burned across the back of her eyelids and the phantom feeling of fur beneath her hands.
She does not understand herself or her feelings but she knows she must come to accept them. She tries, and perhaps it makes her detached, perhaps it plays across her face too clearly, because Adam begins to watch her.
She catches his eyes on her, some emotion shining there but just out of her reach, and a thrill races down her back.
Belle realises she has missed the intensity in his gaze. It has been replaced by contentment and warmth and she feels ill that she should ever want to see anything but those emotions in the eyes of somebody she loves so very much, but she cannot deny the way her body aches as he looks up at her through the curtain of his hair.
She feels as though the answer is close, if only she could keep a level head, and so she begins to keep her distance. She does not mean to punish him, thinks perhaps she is only punishing herself. She cannot keep lying to him, cannot be a part of his new perfect world if she is unable to even place her own imperfect thoughts.
Even when he begins to unravel, she stays back, although it hurts her not to rush to his side.
The villagers do not notice. Many of the servants are unaware as well. Only those closest to him can tell, and she sees the concern on their faces as he becomes quieter, withdrawn. He misses her, even as they continue to live under the same roof. She misses him terribly as well.
It is only when his temper begins to flare that she finds herself surrendering. Only it does not feel like a surrender - it feels like she is returning home. She goes to him, allowing herself to be alone with him for the first time in weeks.
He had made no comment when she chose to sleep in a different room, and it was just another way in which he was too perfect for her and her confusion.
She finds him miserable, face buried in his hands, having raised his voice to Lumiere.
Lumiere is, of course, unbothered, but she knows Adam is distraught. Angry with himself.
That anger returns when he looks up at her, but he is not angry with her, she knows. It is different, and perhaps he has been wracked by the same confusion that has captured her.
He’s across the room before she can find words, and he has never held her so tightly, never kissed her so fiercely.
Crushed against his body, Belle shivers.
His eyes are wild when he pulls back. Dangerous, although he could never truly be a threat to her. He pushes at her, not rough but demanding, and she allows it, feels breathless for it as he urges her towards the bed.
His hands paw at her clothes and she gasps, back arching for him, legs spreading. Hungry for his hunger.
His teeth scrape at her neck, and she does not see fangs in her mind, only his face and his eyes and his passion. Only Adam, not the Beast, but also not the perfection that she has grown used to since the transformation.
For he is only perfect in his imperfection, in his passion and desire and his need for her, and she realises just what has been missing in their perfect lives. It is this side of him, this side that is greedy for her, and she realises that she is just as greedy for him and that they have both been holding back.
No more, she promises to him and to herself. She will take everything he has, she will cherish it, crave it, and she feels a sigh of contentment and a groan of desperation war on her next breath as she opens herself to the darkness that lurks beneath the tenderness, to that feral side of his desire.
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Date: 06/05/2011 00:53 (UTC)I always thought turning him into a Beast, especially under such conditions, was an overreaction, considering it was his parents who really did the wrong thing-raised him spoiled.
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Date: 08/05/2011 15:29 (UTC)The idea of Beast's parents is interesting too. Because, yes, if they raised him, they were his moral compass. I mean, even though we never see Beast's parents in the film, it seems fairly safe to assume they were around for at least part of his life. If he was raised entirely by the staff, he'd see them more as family, but he seems to treat them like servants - it's not until later in the film that he really treats them like more than that. So it's possible he was with his parents long enough for them to instill in him a sense of superiority, for them to colour his view of the world so he saw Mrs Potts and Lumiere et al as his servants to be lorded over. ARGH, now I'm thinking too much about this!!
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Date: 10/05/2011 16:12 (UTC)One girl is beautful, well-mannered and kind, because she was raised that way until her mother died. (The fact that she basically gets kicked around and punished if she's NOT well-mannered is overlooked, right? I'd be polite, too, if I'd lose my dinner or get beaten for it!)
The other girl is rude and selfish, because her mother teachers her to be that way. (Personally, I always thought her telling the fairy-in-disguise to get the water herself rather fair, considering she had the jug on hand and all-your hands ain't broken, lol).
What kind of punishment is it to make someone drop snakes, toads, and nasty things from their mouths with every syllable-especially when there's NO END to it? That fairy didn't even set a term for a learning curve!
And really, dropping precious jewels and flowers from one's mouth merely because one was nice enough to give a stranger a drink is also a bit of an over-reaction, not to mention incredibly inconvenient to the girl in question, lol.
Regarding the Beast, whether it was his parents or some guardian or other-even the castle servants-whoever had the raising of him is at fault. You can't blame a brat for ~being a brat, until the person is presented with the knowledge that they are, and given the chance to change. THEN, if they don't want or can't, they earn the consequences!
(It's like looking at our ancestors and making PC judgements of them because we consider something wrong today. You can only do that if the thing was considered wrong ~then; otherwise, it was just...life.)
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Date: 10/05/2011 16:19 (UTC)I find the terms of Adam's punishment not only unfair, but obstructive. Putting him in a form that most people are going to find terrifying and expecting someone to love him-and, if he can't find someone by X-time, it's permanent? He's going to be a monster forever because people are too afraid of the way he looks to see the way he acts? (Of course, he acts bad, too, but they wouldn't know that, lol.)
It would be different if it were a "Cupid and Psyche" kind of curse, where he was human by day/monster by night, or vice versa. He'd still have the incentive to change, but also the opportunity to mingle with people without terrifying them ~or being hunted by local sportsmen.
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