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(Chapter Seven: Back to Reality)
Belle’s eyes flutter open and the sunlight peeking through tall curtains, in the distance, floods her vision making it hard for her to see.
Once her vision adjusts to the morning light, she notices something warm, hard and smooth, rising under her head, a thumping sound in her ear and the sound of quiet inhales and exhales.
She lifts her head before beholding a handsome, fiery maned male and the human version of The Beast, blissfully asleep.
Her head tilts as her brows furrow before she starts glancing around his room which appears tidy and clean, unlike how it appeared when he was still The Beast.
She places her hand against his cheek.
“Adam!” she says in an attempt to wake him.
She calls his name a few more times before his lids slowly rise.
“Belle. What’s going on?” he groggily says as he squints at her.
“Do? Do you remember what happened last night?”
His brows dimple.
“Y-yes—we were looking at the enchanted mirror, together, on my bed after everyone left, once we broke the curse and—” His voice trails off as he appears perplexed.
“Right. I can’t remember what happened after that, either. Then I awoke and I realized that we both fell asleep, in this bed.”
A strange, sinister feeling lingers over them for a moment—as if they’re floating in a row boat, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean without a compass or a paddle.
Then Adam smiles as he shrugs.
“Well, it’s not a big deal, really. What’s important is that the spell is broken and now, we can be together.”
He leaps up from the bed, still in the attire he was wearing when the spell was broken.
“I have to go talk to Cogsworth and my other Head of Staff about preparations for our wedding! I’ll tell them, we are to be married as soon as possible!” he exuberantly tells her as Belle stares at him, her eyes having a lost energy in them.
He leaves her cheek with a kiss.
“Be back,” he sings before rushing out of the room like a giddy child.
Now alone, Belle sighs while sitting and hugging her bent legs.
She wonders why there’s a feeling of uncertainty, in her heart.
She wonders why the unsettling feeling from just now, is remaining lodged in her stomach.
But she concludes that perhaps, it’s just wedding jitters and that she’ll feel better once her and The Beast—Prince Adam—have said their vows and committed the rest of their lives to each other.
‘I’m not used to sleeping in late with having to work on the farm and go to the town market and all, so I might as well take advantage of it—at least for today,’ she tells her guilt-ridden conscious as it screams at her that there’s no time to rest and that slothfulness, is a terrible habit to form.
She blocks it out, rebelling against it as she plops sideways back down, in the bed.
~*~*~
Gaston awakens to the feeling of his cheek smashed against a cold, hard ground with the sound of birds chirping and singing around him and wind blowing through his loose, tousled hair.
Once he finally pulls himself to his feet, he glances around, only to find himself surrounded by the same forest and on the same, dirt path that he was on, after he left The Beast’s castle.
He realizes that everything went black, not long after he beheld the forest’s menacing qualities, magically vanishing.
After a little thought—only a little—he decides that he must have gotten tired and passed out along his journey back to town.
Then, his brain starts hurting from having to think longer than he’s used to and he starts trudging down the path, on his way back town, to face the humiliation from everyone discovering that he didn’t win Belle and didn’t kill The Beast.
For a moment, he considers lying to them about it. But then, something unusual happens. He decides that it would be better to do the ‘right’ thing and tell everyone the truth.
Gaston freezes while turning his face, his mind feeling like scrambled eggs.
‘Right’ thing? When did I ever start caring about that?
After one second longer of reflection, he shrugs.
‘Whatever. I’ll do the ‘right’ thing, then,’ he tells the nagging voice in his head.
Then, he spends the rest of his journey grumbling to himself and inwardly taunting the voice in his head about how stupid it is, that it actually believes in things like doing the ‘right’ thing. Hah!
~*~*~
As soon as Gaston gets back to town, he goes straight to his cabin, near the edge of it.
Once he shuts the door, he deeply exhales as the weight of travel, starts lifting from his broad, thick shoulders.
He takes a moment to lean against his door and revel in finally being back in his warm, comfortable home.
Then, he leans down to remove one of his boots.
But before he can start pulling it off, forceful, urgent knocks on his door, stops him.
He goes to open it before rolling his eyes as he finds Lefou, goofily grinning at him, on the other end.
Of course. Who else would it be?
“Bonjour Gaston! I saw you made it back in to town and wanted to know if you defeated that horrible, bloodcurdling beast!” he clownishly says.
Gaston stares at him before his eyes slide down.
“No. I didn’t defeat him. But he spared my life. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to rest so I can recover from my journey.”
Lefou cheeses at him.
“Surely, that hideous beast didn’t wear out the mighty Gaston, that much!”
Old instincts ignite within Gaston at the feeling of his ego being pricked and his fist swings up, in preparation to give Lefou a good clunking, atop his fat, silly head.
‘Curse you.’
‘Terrible person.’
‘Insane, mindless animal.’
‘I was a monster.’
‘Do the right thing.’
Gaston’s body jerks back as his mind is flooded with a bunch of words and voices, most sounding like his own voice along with snapshots of scenes surrounding the moments the words were said.
Gaston’s brows crinkle from his baffled state as he looks away from Lefou.
It almost feels like these things happened in real life. It makes no sense. And why would I call myself a ‘monster’ and speak of myself in past-sense (he meant ‘past-tense.’ Don’t be a douche, lol)?
“G-Gaston! Are you alright!”
Lefou’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts.
Gaston is so lethargic, not just from his journey but from all the thinking he’s found himself doing, since the blackout, this sudden, annoyingly heightened conscience that’s developed within him and so on, that instead of fighting whatever’s pulling him back from his usual reaction, he surrenders to it.
His arm falls and Lefou’s beady eyes grow large in shock.
“Lefou. Just let me rest, please.”
He slams the door in his face before he can say anything.
After turning from the door and wearily exhaling, Gaston reaches the inside of his bedroom before soon, falling into a snoring, sprawled out slumber on his stomach with his large feet hanging from the sides of his bed.
~*~*~
It is now evening and despite not wanting to get up because of a strange, sad feeling dragging him down, Gaston gathers the strength to before heading off to his tavern.
As he walks through the door, he finds himself compelled to behave in an unusual way as he finds himself trying to shrink his tall, muscular frame and duck his head.
The minute the room grows silent, he knows that he’s failed to hide and he’s failed miserable.
Great. Yet another failure to add to my sea of failures, as of late.
“Gaston! He’s alive!” he hears someone ebulliently saying.
Soon after, everyone is cheering, clapping, toasting and so on.
Now standing still, Gaston glances around the room at all the townsfolk there.
Why does he feel surprised that they’re there?
“Thank you, everyone. Thank you,” he half-heartedly says before modestly drifting to his favorite chair and turning it away from everyone.
After the bustling and commotion returns to the place, for the rest of the night, he drinks pint after pint of ale while drowning in another feeling that was once foreign to him—loneliness.
~*~*~
After shutting his door, Gaston drunkenly staggers to his bedroom before stripping off all his clothes because he feels like he just stepped into a giant, metalworking forge.
He eventually finds himself observing his form, in a long mirror.
As he keeps watching himself, it isn’t long before he’s bursting into tears and punching the mirror which causes it to shatter while it creates bleeding cuts, on his hand.
The time comes when after continuing to sob and cry in a ball, in his bed for a while, he falls asleep.
~*~*~
It’s been three days since Belle broke the curse with her kiss.
Her and Adam are now enjoying each other’s company, on the balcony of their bedroom after having retired from their wedding reception, still churning on, in the grand hall of the castle.
While gazing at the woods in the distance, past the boundaries of the castle walls, Adam takes another sip of his wine.
He looks up into the heavens.
“Wow. The sky is especially clear and beautiful, tonight.”
He turns to Belle with a seductive gleam in his eyes as she is also sipping a glass of wine.
“Just like you.”
As her heart becomes like the wings of a butterfly, Belle’s eyelids grow heavy while her cheeks become like her former beast’s enchanted rose.
Belle’s flowing cleavage wrapped in golden yellow, begins to heave as Adam is drawn to her like a moth to a raging flame.
She feels herself shiver as Adam’s warm, sweaty hand lovingly cradles the side of her face.
Then as she gazes up into him as if hypnotized, their eyes become like magnets which causes Adam’s plush, pink lips to drift nearer to hers.
Once his mouth smashes into hers, Belle’s heart starts racing faster but in a way, that confuses and frightens her.
She ignores the feeling as Adam begins to kiss and slurp her in as if she were his air.
In return, she mimics his energy while using the sensation of his hard muscles against her roaming palms as a distraction from the uncomfortable feelings still lingering within her like a bad odor.
They are very playful and laugh and giggle a lot as Adam struggles to get Belle out of her unwieldy, yellow dress.
Before that, she jokingly told him, ‘But you’ll have to get me out of this thing, first.’
This was after he astonishingly told her in a way that contrasted the stately blue uniform adorning him and that adorned him the day he danced with her as a beast, ‘I hope you are not affronted when I inform you that this Prince would love nothing more than to fu—(beauty and the beeeast!) you, Madame.”
Belle blushed at his language while covering her mouth and giggling.
After they are both completely bare before each other, they drink each other’s lips for a while, in bed.
Then Adam’s lips depart from hers, leaving them both breathless.
“I’m certain the answer is ‘no’ but I thought I’d ask just to be sure. Do you want me to impregnate you, tonight, my lady?”
Belle smiles with amusement.
“No. Of course not. It’s way too soon. I’ll also have you know that I may seem innocent because ‘bookworm’ but I have lots of other kinds of knowledge, too. I have a sponge inside me so don’t worry, my careful Prince.”
Adam smiles with awe-inspired appreciation.
“Looks like you are way ahead of me, Belle. Nonetheless.”
He reveals something between his fingers.
“Lambskin condom. Just to be extra safe.”
Belle shrugs.
“Fine with me.”
After Belle curiously watches him put it on as she thinks, ‘Wow, he’s huge. I don’t know,’ he moves back over her.
“Are you ready for me, my magnificent queen?” he says.
The edges of Belle’s lips quirk up.
“I think so—my handsome Greek god,” she says in a lackadaisical tone.
Adam comedically frowns while shaking his head and looking up, in reflection.
“Greek god. I love it!” he responds.
“Okay. Here I come!”
Belle’s breath catches and her fingers press into Adam’s lower back muscles as she senses him filling her.
From there, as she releases sounds that reveal how much he’s painfully stretching her, Adam asks her over and over, “Are you alright?”
And even though she’s not, she repeatedly lies and tells him, “Yeah, I’m okay,” anyway.
Finally, with one last grunt, she feels him rapidly expanding as he spills himself inside of his condom.
~*~*~
While feeling Adam pressing against her from behind with his arm wrapped around her waist, Belle ruminates on many things.
She wonders why, even though everything has seemed perfect since the curse was broken, it feels far from perfect, inside of her.
She’s still aching and feels unfulfilled. But she doesn’t want to take care of herself because she doesn’t want to hurt Adam’s ego.
But then she feels she should go easy on him since it’s his first time.
There’s a big difference from getting a ton of advice from Lumiere and putting that advice, into action.
She just thought that it all would be more exhilarating. She thought she’d be on cloud nine by the end of it all.
Then again, even if he were better at pleasing women, she has a peculiar feeling that she still wouldn’t have ended up satisfied.
It’s time, that she faces the feelings that have been haunting her, since the blackout and even before that, really.
She knows that she loved The Beast, otherwise her kiss wouldn’t have been able to undo the curse on him.
However, during that time, her body never felt any tingles for him. Her heart felt tingles, though.
But maybe—just maybe—she never actually fell in love with him. Maybe she just started to love him like a sister would love her big brother or even—she knows this a bit offensive—like a dog owner would love her dog.
I mean, he was a beast, after all. She never imagined going to such a place with him because he looked like a walking, talking, wildebeest.
It would be considered very unnatural to be physically attracted to an animal.
It was a very discombobulating experience, being emotionally in love with him but not physically attracted to him. Wanting to hold his hand but not wanting to make love to him.
But she assumed that now that The Beast was human, again, her love for him would become complete like a half moon becoming a full moon.
However, the lack of physical tingles remained. It’s only been a few hours since they’ve been married and she already feels like it’s been Centuries.
She doesn’t have the courage to tell him, though. What will she do, now?
~*~*~
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