TWENTY•NINE

thepoeticsir:

lonewolfeandbelle:

lonewolfeandbelle:

I like this dress.

Lex

I remember that I didn’t think she was pretty when we first met. We had run into each other on the steps of our university and she started to fall. I caught her on instinct, putting my body between hers and the stairs as we tumbled down them. She wound up bruised anyway and twisted her ankle. I gave her a piggyback ride to the infirmary.

“Sorry about knocking you down a flight of stairs.” I sighed. “I’m Alex by the way.”

“Isabella. Belle,” she said, shifting her weight a little. “Thanks for helping me to the nurse. I’m not too heavy, am I?”

“No. It’s fine, Belle.” I tried to keep her talking. “You can call me Lex if you like. I’ve never really liked Alex or even Alexander.”

“I like Lex a lot, actually,” she replied. “It’s very modern. Lex and Belle sounds like the perfect couple name.”

I sat with her while she iced her ankle, her foot propped up on a bunch of pillows. The nurse wanted to keep her there for an hour. She had laughed off the injury, said she was so clumsy, she could trip over nothing and choked on air all the time.

Her eyes got haunted after she said that, and she reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a well-worn stuffed bunny, which she clutched to her chest.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“Oh,” she replied, looking down like she hadn’t realized she grabbed him. “This is Hatter. He goes everywhere with me.”

I thought she’d been joking. Part of me thinks that the reason I asked her out was to see if Hatter went on our first date. He did, tucked in a backpack. She played with his ear during dinner, held him in her lap during the movie. As the night wore on, she became more beautiful, every time she laughed or looked up at me and apologized for talking too fast or too much. Every time she worried her lip during the increased silence. We went to a nearby park and she placed Hatter in a swing beside her. I pushed them both, starting to warm to the bunny. When he came out of the backpack, she came out of her shell.

“I’m sorry I talk so much. Normally it’s just me and Hatter,” she said, kicking her feet.

“And he doesn’t talk back?” I sort of asked, pushing her a little higher.

“No,” she muttered. I wasn’t sure if mean ‘no he didn’t talk’, or ‘no he does talk to me’. But I didn’t press it.

I took her hand and pulled her against me, waltzing with her in the sandbox. She wore a cream lace dress with tiny white polka dots. She looked like an angel under the full moon, her beautiful brown skin glowing. She tipped her head back to look at me.

“Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?” she asked, smiling brightly.

I snorted at her. “You certainly don’t mean you? Little princess all in white whose best friend is a stuffed bunny.”

“He’s the vice undersecretary of my legion of evil.”

I nodded and cradled her hand in mine. “Oh, of course. I meant no disrespect to the vice undersecretary Hatter of the legion of evil.” I looked at him swinging in the infant swing. “May I kiss her, Hatter? Is that okay?”

She stood on her toes and kissed me. “You may. But you don’t have to ask Hatter.”

I kissed her back, supporting her with a hand on her back as we swayed in the moonlight. It was a perfect ending to a perfect date.

I walked her to her apartment but didn’t expect anything beyond a good night kiss. It quickly went beyond a simple kiss, even with Hatter pressed between us. I’d been scared of moving too quickly because I knew I really liked Belle. I wanted there to be a second date.

She let me in, and we kissed down the hallway towards her bedroom. I stopped her, pulling away from the kiss. “Don’t think I’m expecting sex, Belle…”

“Don’t think, Lex,” she replied, dropping Hatter on the floor.

Isabella stepped away from me, closing the curtains on her window before unzipping her gauzy dress and stepping out of it. She smiled shyly at me. In that moment I don’t think she could have been more beautiful. She looked so small and delicate, something that needed me to protect her. She had a scar on the right side of her rib cage, a mark someone would pay for putting on her body. I went to her and took her in my hands, pressing a soft kiss to her scar.

“I’m scared,” I admitted. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“How could you hurt me?”

“My taste- they aren’t normal, Belle. I…”

She took my face in her hands. “How could you hold me this gently and hurt me?”

I ripped off my polo shirt and tossed it away, then picked Belle up and carried her to her bed. “I want to taste you,” I said, kneeling on the mattress with her still wrapped around me. I laid her back. “Put your arms above your head.”

Belle smiled serenely at me as she settled her arms above her head, leaving her body bare to me. I eased her panties down her legs, letting my fingers glide over her silken skin.

“Open up for me.” I tried to keep the command out of my voice, afraid I’d scare her with my dark side.

She parted her legs slowly. “You like being in control, don’t you Lex?” she asked. I felt myself nodding. “That’s okay, I like being controlled. Tell me what to do, I’ll be perfect for you.”

I put her feet up on my shoulders and went down on her. That first taste had her arching off the bed and me sighing with pleasure. How the hell could she taste that good? She kept her hands above her head, easily following my instructions, as I tongued her. I’d never really gone down on a girl before, but I wanted it with Belle. I couldn’t explain why but I wanted every part of her, every inch of her to be mine. She whimpered sweetly and I growled the word against her.

“Mine!”

“May I come for you, Lex?” she asked.

I was slightly distracted. My tongue had run over a flat scar inside of her. Three small stitches. Someone had hurt her, very badly, and when I found out who did it- if they weren’t already dead, they’d wish to be. It was in that moment I realized why I’d never really been able to open up to anyone. I hadn’t met Belle yet.

“Lex?” she whimpered softly.

“Yes Belle, come for me.” I could feel her holding back. But that was okay. We’d learn together at some point. I sat back on my heels and watched the way she bit her lip and quietly came for me. I worked my slacks down my hips and moved to cover her. The fear of hurting her was stronger now. She kissed me.

“It will be okay, Lex, don’t be scared.”

She made me feel huge, her little body was so easily dominated by mine. “If it hurts…”

“I’ll ask you stop. But I don’t think…Don’t over think this moment, okay, make love to me.”

My muscles bunched as I struggled to hold myself above her. I eased into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to me. Her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth formed a cute little ‘o’ as she took every inch of me. But she didn’t ask me to stop. I kissed her. She moved with me, silently urging me to continue. She hid her face in my neck and muffled her cried.

I felt her come twice with me inside of her, felt that masculine swell of pride. Her lips were swollen from all my kisses.

“Would you like to come in my mouth?” she asked, staring up at me with those deceptively innocent eyes.

I did. I wanted to feel her mouth on my cock more than I wanted to draw the next breath. I nodded and moved off of Belle. She knelt in front of me.

“Teach me how you like me to suck you.”

She took me in her mouth and my eyes closed with a sigh. I knew she’d be perfect at this. It ended much too quickly for my taste, but there was always time to try again later. For much longer.

Belle discreetly drug Hatter to sit beside the bed and laid with her arm over the side. I could see her stroking his ear in the full-length floor mirror and smiled at her. She fell asleep shortly after, and I propped myself up on my elbow to watch her. How had I ever doubted how beautiful she was?

I studied her body, noticed there were more scars on her, a few on her back, one on her elbow, one on the back of her knee. I’d never felt strong emotions before, but I felt a few right then. I felt hatred for the unknown person that had hurt her. I also felt a burning need to make sure no one ever hurt her again. And I also felt love like I never had before, and acceptance. Isabella hadn’t made me feel like a freak for what I enjoyed. She seemed naturally inclined to give me what I needed, as if from the moment she met me she knew she’d accept my dominance and I’d accept her submission.

With a sigh, I pulled Hatter into the bed with us and snuggled Belle against my body and spent the first of many nights with her. She woke up in my arms nearly every morning after that.

“Teach me how you like me to suck you.”