Beauty and the Beast Drabble
It wasn't until they were reading together that he noticed-- really noticed-- how tiny she was. He would be able to cover her whole chest with just his palm, he thought. He'd be able to hold her two pert breasts with just a cup of his paw.
Not that he'd ever dared to try it. She was too small, too fragile, too perfect. But he thought about it- thought about how her slim waist and her curves would fit in his hands. How he would like to move his paw from the appropriate place near her shoulders, down past the dip of her waist to the curve that rested just below. Oh, yes, he thought about it. At night when he was alone, he thought about taking her into his hands, how good her skin would feel under him, how he'd love to run his paws along her body to feel every dip and curve she possessed.
He let out a grunt and twisted away, letting his hand fall from her body and into his lap.
Belle lifted her head from her book, feeling the absence of his hand. “Is something wrong?” she asked. She wished he would put his hand back- she liked his touch. It burned where he touched her; his caress warmed her skin through her dress and lit a fire inside her body. His hands were large, and sometimes Belle wondered what it would feel like if he touched her in other places. If he lit a fire inside of her just by holding his paw to her back, she could barely imagine what it would feel like if he touched her in more intimate places. She wanted to know what it felt like.
“Beast?” she asked again. She reached her hand out to his, moving it so she could settle under his arm. She wrapped his hand about the front of her waist... And if she happened to let his hand graze across her breasts to see if that made the fire inside her burn even hotter as she moved it, only to find out it most certainly did, well...
“Shall we continue?”
I've decided to post my old fanfics on here, with some minor editing. Starting with a post that was a fill for this prompt on the Disney Kink Meme.
Not that he'd ever dared to try it. She was too small, too fragile, too perfect. But he thought about it- thought about how her slim waist and her curves would fit in his hands. How he would like to move his paw from the appropriate place near her shoulders, down past the dip of her waist to the curve that rested just below. Oh, yes, he thought about it. At night when he was alone, he thought about taking her into his hands, how good her skin would feel under him, how he'd love to run his paws along her body to feel every dip and curve she possessed.
He let out a grunt and twisted away, letting his hand fall from her body and into his lap.
Belle lifted her head from her book, feeling the absence of his hand. “Is something wrong?” she asked. She wished he would put his hand back- she liked his touch. It burned where he touched her; his caress warmed her skin through her dress and lit a fire inside her body. His hands were large, and sometimes Belle wondered what it would feel like if he touched her in other places. If he lit a fire inside of her just by holding his paw to her back, she could barely imagine what it would feel like if he touched her in more intimate places. She wanted to know what it felt like.
“Beast?” she asked again. She reached her hand out to his, moving it so she could settle under his arm. She wrapped his hand about the front of her waist... And if she happened to let his hand graze across her breasts to see if that made the fire inside her burn even hotter as she moved it, only to find out it most certainly did, well...
“Shall we continue?”
I've decided to post my old fanfics on here, with some minor editing. Starting with a post that was a fill for this prompt on the Disney Kink Meme.