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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Belle/Rumplestiltskin_|_Mr._Gold
  Character:
      Belle_(Once_Upon_a_Time), Rumplestiltskin_|_Mr._Gold
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, Porn, Library_Sex, Underage_Sex, Librarian_Belle,
      Teen_Rumple, Masturbation, Alternate_Universe_-_Non-Magical, Cunnilingus,
      PWP, One_Shot, Sex, Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-22 Completed: 2015-10-24 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5424
****** The Adult Section ******
by Johniarty
Summary
     When Miss Mills assigns Reid Gold a paper over spring break, he heads
     to the library to study - and finds more than he expected in the
     beautiful librarian, Belle French.
Notes
     I'm jumping on the bandwagon and throwing my hat into the ring for
     taboo relationships!
***** Chapter 1 *****
[Belle in the library]
 
 
Miss Mills just had to give them homework the week of spring vacation. Reid
Gold hated her; the teacher’s nasty habit of invading his personal space and
forcing him to stay after class seemed far less friendly than David suggested.
He found it strange that David should escape her notice. Taller, broader, the
captain of the football team, he seemed the perfect candidate for unwanted
teacher attention.
Not Reid.
Smaller than the other boys his age, too skinny, too fragile, he didn’t
consider himself much to look at. Sometimes Milah smiled at him in the
lunchroom, but he felt that came more from pity then genuine interest. She and
Killian were together, after all, and Killian didn’t seem like the sort of guy
you just left.
He was a bloody bully.
The damned essay came right on the heels of Miss Zelena Mills holding Reid back
during the lunch break. She perched on his desk and wrapped her arms around his
neck, quietly insinuating that she’d like him to meet her near her car when
classes were over for the day. He, of course, refused, and Miss Mills looked as
if she’d strike him. He could see she didn’t like being denied.
Six pages on the colonization of the United States, with a full bibliography -
easy for most, but Reid didn’t have ten years of American education to fall
back on. He wasn’t even sure where to begin. Backpack slung over his slender
shoulders, he headed for the Storybrooke Public Library as soon as the students
were released. He didn’t have a computer; his mothers couldn’t afford one, but
he didn’t mind. The library had free internet for anyone with a card, and
though he hadn’t been in quite some time, his card still sat safely in his
wallet.
“Welcome!”
Behind the counter, the librarian gave him a bright smile. ‘Belle’, read her
name tag. Reid hadn’t seen her the last time he came in, but that had to be a
good year ago. Another class project, freshman year, brought him to the
library, but the harsh Miss Bleu had been in charge then. … She didn’t like him
very much.
“Um, I need - I need some help, please,” Reid said quietly as he crossed to the
counter. “I have a paper to write. U.S. History. But, I don’t really… I don’t
really know much about it.”
He felt as if his tongue tripped over his heavy accent. The librarian didn’t
seem to mind, however. She smiled sweetly at him as he tried to explain.
Blushing, he pulled out his notebook and flipped through it until he found Miss
Mill’s rubric.
“We’re supposed to cover the colonization up until the revolution, but I’m not
from the U.S. I don’t think I learned the information she wants us to
regurgitate, and I’m not sure where to start looking.”
Belle giggled, catching his slip. “Well, I’m not sure what you mean by
‘regurgitate’, but I can certainly help you find some history books. Follow
me.”
Reid noted her own accent; Australian, perhaps? She wasn’t from the U.S. either
- it made him feel a little less self-conscious around her. He kept pace with
her, listening to her heels click off the floor as she guided him through the
shelves.
“Here we are! Most of these are textbooks, but there’s plenty of nonfiction
written by historical scholars in here as well. And if you need anything - “
“Reid.”
“If you need anything, Reid, come find me behind the counter. I’m more than
willing to help.”
Belle flashed him another of her dimpled smiles, and he took a moment to admire
her beauty. From the carefully mussed ponytail of rich auburn hair to the
glimmering crystal of her blue eyes, Belle was utterly breathtaking. He hoped
she didn’t notice his stare- he kept it polite, above her collarbone, though
that proved difficult. In her fashionable black heels, she seemed to tower over
him.
“Thank you, miss - “
“Miss French. Um, Belle,” she giggled, pointing to her name tag. “Good luck!”
When she left, Reid busied himself with searching through the history books for
something useful. There had to be something…
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Arms heavy with books, Reid carried his collection to a table near the back to
study. He worked better alone, in quiet settings, and it wasn’t difficult to
find an area to his liking. In all truth, he rather enjoyed the library, even
if he didn’t visit frequently. So much knowledge, free to share, constantly in
rotation… It was a place of learning. A place of escape.
Hours passed as he read. By the time the sky burned orange, he’d finished two
textbooks and a book on the genocide of the indigenous peoples of America.
Heavy subject matter - it left him feeling drained. Reid needed a break.
As he walked through the shelves on his own, browsing for something interesting
to read, a heavy red curtain caught his eye. There were no signs posted
outside, nothing indicating what the drape concealed. Reid took a quick glance
around, checking for children, or students, or even Miss French; he was alone
entirely.
Good.
Steeling himself, he lifted the edge and ducked inside.
He really wasn’t prepared for the discovery. There were four large shelves
covering the walls of the small room, and several shelves throughout. The
interior shelves held books and magazines, covered with scantily-clad to naked
men and women on display. The outer walls, however, were filled with DVDs
bearing names like ‘Barely 18 Virgins’ and ‘Twinks On Display’.
Porn. The library still had a bloody porn section.
Reid knew he shouldn’t be there. He wasn’t even sixteen yet, let alone old
enough to borrow the pornographic content - what if he got caught?! God, just
the thought of what his mothers would say nearly had him running from the
little nook. Curiosity, however, got the better of him. He crept forward,
looking through the books and trying not to glance at the men and women on the
DVDs. One with no decoration sat nestled between two rather explicit bodice
rippers. From Eden, the title read. Reid lifted it from the shelf and took a
seat on the floor, intending to give it nothing more than a cursory glance.
Belle found him there near closing, nose buried between its pages, cock
straining against his jeans, completely oblivious to her presence.
===============================================================================
Funny. Belle recalled seeing the other patrons leave, but the shy boy from
earlier hadn’t passed. He hadn’t checked out any books either. The Library
closed at nine, but she couldn’t lock up if people remained inside. Reid seemed
the kind to get lost in a good book; he couldn’t be too far away. Smiling,
Belle went in search of him, starting in the U.S. History section.
Reid wasn’t there, but nine books were missing. No wonder he hadn’t left yet.
At one of the back tables Belle found his backpack and the books he’d taken
down, but she found no sign of Reid himself. She took a moment to glance over
his notebook, chuckling at his quick scrawl.
Took the country by force, slaughtered the indigenous peoples, still celebrate
the bloodshed to this day.
His teacher was certainly going to enjoy his paper, Belle was certain.
She resumed her search, calling his name, but he wasn’t anywhere. It was like
he vanished into -
“The adult section,” Belle whispered, clapping a hand over her mouth. She
completely forgot! So few patrons borrowed the pornography that Belle never had
much of a reason to pay attention, but there was nowhere else Reid could have
gotten to.
Belle hurried toward the red curtain, ready to usher him out. However, he
wasn’t doing anything too untoward when she found him. Reid sat on the floor
reading a novel, oblivious to Belle’s presence. A single glanced confirmed her
suspicions - it was one of the erotic novels, though one she hadn’t had the
pleasure of reading. Its plain red cover and gold filigree decoration stood out
among the bodice-rippers and nude magazines.
And Reid was erect. Belle found herself staring down at him, his brown hair
obscuring his face as he gingerly turned the page. A soft sigh escaped his
lips. Oh, she hated to interrupt…
“Reid?” Belle asked. “Sweetheart, the library’s closing, and I don’t - I don’t
think you’re old enough to be back here.” Her cheeks flushed pink as he gave a
start. “Sorry! Sorry, I have to lock up now, and… it’d be a real, a real shame
if you didn’t get home…”
His large brown eyes were dilated and dark, even in the bright halogen bulbs,
and Belle licked her lips at the sight. He was handsome, if a little
undernourished, with his nose a bit long and his lips thin and curved…
No. She shouldn’t think such things. He was just a boy!
“Sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t know what was back here, and I found a
book… Time just slipped away.” Reid put the book back and hurried past Belle,
heading straight toward the table he studied at earlier.
Belle stepped in and opened the book, searching out a random passage. She was
curious to what held his attention for so long.
“With one rough snap of his hips he’d pinned John down against the sheets,
snarling against the back of his throat as he fucked him hard and fast. Full as
he was, John felt sheer bliss as Jim filled him. His muscles burned with each
thrust and he choked out praises in broken sobs. Nails clawing at the sheets,
he met each press of Jim’s hips with eager -”
Porn. Queer porn, from the looks of it. Belle made a mental note to read more
into the book at a later date as she tucked it back into the shelf - none of
the patrons would notice her reading a book with a such a nondescript cover,
and if it was good enough was Reid…
But why did that matter?
“I’m sorry,” Reid muttered again,  helping Belle put the history books back. “I
know I’m not supposed to be back there.”
“Accidents happen. I understand the natural curiosity that comes with books,
Reid. I won’t tell if you won’t.” Belle gave him a playful wink and led him
toward the door.
“Thank you, Miss French. Is - is it okay, if I come back tomorrow?”
“On a Saturday? You really want to finish your paper, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am, I do.”
“You’re always welcome here, Reid. Sneaking into the adult section isn’t going
to change that.”
Belle bid him goodbye and turned on the Library’s alarm. She hoped he came back
the next day…
===============================================================================
The lock on Reid’s door was weak, but he didn’t need anything fancy to keep his
mothers out. Visions from the book swam before his eyes as he switched off the
lights. Still uncomfortably erect, he stripped out of his clothes and climbed
beneath his sheets. One shy hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he
recalled the images of the tan John succumbing to pale Jim’s desire. Faster, as
his thoughts went to Belle - she watched him reading, he knew she had to have
seen the effect the book had on him. He wondered how her shapely legs would
feel over his shoulders, how those perfect lips might kiss him… Gasping, Reid
squeezed his cock and thrust into his hand.
When he came with a muffled gasp, Reid couldn’t help but wonder how Belle would
have reacted if he’d been touching himself in the adult section. If she’d
walked in on him.
A sick, lonely part of him longed to find out.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Reid gets more than he expected when Belle offers her company.
Chapter Notes
     I WAS GONNA DRAW IT OUT BUT THE SMUT HAPPENED AND I COULDN'T STOP ORZ
     This is why I can't write nice long fics
     oh well! I hope you guys enjoy this!
At the counter, Belle flipped through From Eden.All in all, she supposed Reid
could have been caught with worse - she knew just how explicit some of the
magazines could get, and that didn’t even begin to touch on the content of the
DVDs. She knew that today would require more vigilance on her part. Maybe she
could ask him for his id, or convince him to sit closer to the checkout
counter.
            His entrance coaxed a smile. Belle raised her head and gave him a
little wave.
            “Hello, Reid! Need any help today?”
            She hoped to avoid any awkwardness still lingering from the night
before with sheer kindness. After all, if Belle acted as if she’d forgotten,
maybe Reid would feel more comfortable around her. As he crossed over to her
station, Belle tucked the book away behind her computer monitor.
            He didn’t need to know.
            “Um, yes, actually. There was a book I needed last night, but I
couldn’t quite reach. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to drag a chair over…”
            “Oh! I have a ladder, actually, for the tall shelves! I can
certainly get that book for you!”
            Belle grabbed the white wooden ladder and followed Reid back to the
history shelves.
            “Which book are you looking for?”
            “Guns, Germs, and Steel,”Reid answered. “It’s up top, there on the
left… I’m sorry,” he muttered, looking down at his worn trainers. “I don’t want
to be a bother, Miss French.”
            “You’re no bother! I’m here to help - can’t spend all day reading,
can I?” She laughed as she aligned the ladder, recalling many slow days where
she did nothing but. That was the best perk about working at the library - all
the books she could read, whenever she wanted.
            Carefully balanced on the ladder, Belle stretched up toward the
book. She lifted one leg and spread it from the one carefully keeping her on
the ladder, flashing the waiting Reid below. She shouldn’t be doing it, but
Belle knew exactlywhat Reid would do.
            He’d look.
            She wanted him to.
===============================================================================
 
Belle seemed to be having as much trouble as he’d had. Reid waited patiently as
Belle leaned, keeping his eye on the ladder. If it tipped, he’d keep it from
falling over. Least he could do, right? She was going out of her way to be kind
to him, to ignore the horrible embarrassment of the previous the night…
            The ladder rocked slightly and Reid hurried to steady it.
            “Are you -”
            He glanced up to ask her if she was alright, but the words died on
his lips. He could see right up her skirt, straight to the see-through_white
panties cresting her hips. Through the mesh he could see her hair, and the
slight part of her lips. Her thigh-high hose stayed in place through the aid of
a garter matching Belle’s underwear. Reid let out an audible groan, unable to
tear his eyes away from the sight of her lingerie.
            Did she know what she was doing?
            So occupied, Reid didn’t realize he’d let go of the ladder. As
Belle’s fingers closed over the spine of the book, she let out a triumphant
sound - and lost her footing. She fell, toppling off the ladder in shock, but
it was enough to jolt Reid out of his stupor. He caught her in his arms,
blinking in surprise as her arm wrapped around his neck.
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            Falling was notpart of her plan. Though Belle grabbed the book, and
got the little confirmation she wanted, her heart beat in terror as her foot
slipped. How embarrassing, to crack her skull on the tile while she was still
so curious about Reid. Hell, before she even got the chance to really talk to
him. However, before Belle could dwell too long on how badly she was going to
hurt herself her descent ended.
            Reid caught her.
            One arm wrapped around his neck, and Belle stared at him.
Stared.Lips parted, eyes wide, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth… He
looked as if her weight should send them both toppling, but he kept himself
steady.
            As her heart raced with adrenaline, Belle did something she knew
she’d regret.
            She kissed him.
            Reid’s lips were soft and plump, and though he gave a start of
surprise he quickly melted into her kiss. He was clumsy, and shy, but eager -
his fingers pressed into her back as he pulled her a little closer, trying to
mimic her movements.
            Inexperienced. Reid was inexperienced, and part of Belle ached to
be the one to teach him.
===============================================================================
 
            Her lips tasted like vanilla chapstick. Reid cradled Belle close
even as his arms began to tremble, kissing her eagerly. He hadn’t expected
this; how could he? A kiss - he barely knew her, she was older than he was, and
yet Reid couldn’t find the strength to pull away.
            Not until Belle did.
            “Sorry,” she said, cheeks flushed pink as she met his dark eyes.
“Thank you, for catching me, I got a little, um, carried away…”
            Reid set her down, still too stunned to say anything. The kiss
ended far too soon for his taste; he craved Belle, though he knew nothing about
her. He longed to slide his hands up her soft, pale thighs and ghost fingers
over the sheer mesh of her panties…
            “Reid?” Belle asked gently, pulling him out of his shock.
            “Sorry. I didn’t mind, Belle, I - I’m glad you’re alright.”
            The sunlight caught her beautiful hair as it cascaded down over the
shoulders of her grey cardigan, giving her a glowing golden halo. Never in his
life had he laid eyes on someone so gorgeous, and she’d kissed him!
            “Would you… sit with me, while I work?”
            “If you’re willing to move closer to the desk, so I can still do my
job,” Belle replied, “then I’d love to.”
            Reid lead her to a table at the front and pulled out his notebook,
fully intending to work as they chatted. What interest Belle could have in him
he wasn’t sure, but he was glad for the company. Conversation and companionship
made Miss Mill’s assignment seem less daunting.
===============================================================================
 
            Around eight, Belle excused herself from the conversation. They’d
covered more than she expected; Reid’s ‘mothers’, his crush on Milah, his
sewing skills, the few people he considered friends… Knowing so much about Reid
made her feel more confident - and made him even more irresistible. He was a
good boy, a good man, with a kind heart and hope for the future. Despite the
obstacles in his life Reid excelled, even if he wasn’t too confident in
himself.
            She really admired his strength.
            Belle busied herself with guiding the last few patrons out,
checking out books when needed and making a quick sweep to make sure no one got
left behind. Though it was an hour early, she locked the doors and returned to
Reid’s table.
            It didn’t matter that Belle was rushing into this. She knew exactly
what she wanted; she saw it in his heated glances, she heard it in the way he
breathed her name.
            “Reid… I know you’re curious.”
            She set From Edendown on the table before him, right beside Guns,
Germs, and Steel.His eyes widened at the sight.
            “I’m not - I don’t know what you mean, Belle. Miss French.”
            “I read this book today, during the slow hours. It’s about two men,
one of whom is transgender, and focuses on his gender euphoria with his partner
during their rather active and creative sex life. You were… engrossed, when I
found you last night. Are you interested in men?”
            Reid turned pale, his wide eyes blinking up at her in surprise. It
wasn’t a subject she expected to lead anywhere, but from his panicked
expression Belle could see he’d given his orientation a lot of thought.
            “N-no! No, I… I like men and women,” he said quickly, accent thick
and heavy as he struggled to explain himself. “My father discouraged that,
before he left, and I’ve never brought it up to my mothers, but I can’t… I
can’t. I just can’t talk about that, it isn’t -”
            Belle placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, soothing his anxious
train of speech.
            “Is there anything else you’re curious about, beyond boys? I’m
always willing to help, Reid.”
            The way she leaned over him, Reid caught a glance of the curve of
her breasts beneath the open neck of her blouse. Belle’s sweater draped over
the white material, open and inviting. He tried to look away, to look anywhere
other than her chest, but it didn’t help - her legs were just as tempting, clad
in her shimmering white hose tucked into the black high heels she seemed to
favor.
            Truth be told, Belle didn’t want him looking anywhere else.
            “I… Y-yes, Miss French.”
            “Tell me?”
            “I’m not really… it’s not really appropriate, I think. I can’t.”
            Belle reached down and ghosted fingers along his jaw.
            “Please? I promise I won’t admonish you, Reid - I genuinely want to
know.”
            Reid took a breath and forced himself to meet her eyes.
            “How it’d feel to break your garters with my teeth.”
===============================================================================
 
            The second time Belle kissed him, Reid was ready. He wrapped his
arms around her waist and pulled her close, parting his lips eagerly. She was
in control here; he wanted her, yes, but Belle knew what she was doing. He was
still inexperienced, almost entirely. When they were younger he’d kissed Milah
a few times, and Jefferson more recently, but Belle was more skilled than both.
            Together they staggered toward the back, away from any prying eyes
that might pass by the windows. Belle’s hands slid under his large, secondhand
sweater. Her touch was soft and gentle, even as she dragged her nails down his
skin. Reid wasn’t entirely sure where she was leading him, but he didn’t really
care - Belle dominated his senses, driving him wild with every new touch and
every new press of her lips.
            Eventually he found himself pressed against a shelf, plastic
creaking beneath him. Belle slid a thigh between his legs and kissed him again.
She let out a soft moan when they parted, flashing her stunning blue eyes at
Reid. The pause gave him time to take a quick look around.
            The adult section. She’d brought him to the back room, hidden
behind the red curtain.
            His eyes snapped back to Belle. Never had he seen someone so
captivating. Belle seemed to radiate light, from her warm smile to the soft
curl of her hair - angelic, pure, even as her fingers toyed with the waist of
his jeans.
            “Is this okay?” she asked gently. “Is this what you want, Reid?”
            “Oh yes,” Reid breathed in response. “I want this.”
            Belle grinned and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
            “Get on your knees, Reid.”
            He did as he was told, dropping to his knees before her. Belle
tangled one hand in his hair and tugged gently, listening as he let out a
pleased sigh. He loved being controlled; Belle’s hand kept him grounded, and
filled him with a sense of belonging - something he always longed for. In that
moment Reid felt like he belonged to Belle, another fixture in the library
under her protection. He felt wanted. Cherished, even, and his heart beat a
little faster.
            “I want your mouth,” Belle said quietly. “... But don’t break my
garters.” Chuckling, she draped one leg over his shoulder and pressed her heel
into his back.
            His cheeks were pink as he leaned in and trailed kisses up Belle’s
thigh. The hem of her flirty skirt brushed him, and Reid paused, glancing up at
her.
            “It’s alright. Keep going, Reid.”
            Nervous hands lifted the cloth as he ducked under it. Belle’s skin
was so soft, so smooth against his cheeks, and he couldn’t help but feel a
little overwhelmed. This was happening. He was actually sliding his fingers
under the white mesh panties and caressing her downy hair. Reid knew it was…
not wrong, not in his eyes, but frowned upon, and that only increased the
thrill. He pulled her panties down and unsnapped her garter, letting them rest
above her knees. He loved the way the hose looked, however; even with the
panties circling her thighs, he wanted her to keep those on. He reattached the
garter straps and let one snap gently against her skin, coaxing a surprised hum
from Belle above him.
            His tongue slid between her lips, slow and cautious as he listened
for any sign that Belle wanted him to stop. Instead her leg gripping him a
little tighter, a tremor working down her thigh.
            “Good boy,” she whispered, letting her head fall against the
shelves. He could hear the gentle impact and feel the shelf give a little
shake.
            Each little sigh told him where to go. She seemed to prefer Reid’s
attention on her nerves, pressed against his face as he let his tongue roll in
short circles. His fingers held her parted as he wrapped his lips around her
skin and sucked quickly. Fast, varying the way his tongue touched and teased,
Reid focused on the way Belle cupped his head through her skirt.
            “Oh… Reid, a little harder…”
            He pulled back a little and licked lower, lapping at her wet skin.
He knew exactly what Belle wanted from him, but when would he have another
chance like this? To worship her at his leisure? With a small chuckle Reid slid
his tongue into her, fucking her slowly.
            “Not what I - what I meant, but that’s… Fuck, Reid,” Belle
breathed. “Don’t stop…”
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             Reid certainly seemed to have no trouble pleasing her. Belle
cupped his head through the material of her skirt, rolling her hips into his
mouth and tongue in a steady rhythm. He was clumsy, yes, but it felt incredible
- he wasn’t afraid, he wasn’t holding back. Belle moaned, digging her heel into
his back a little harder. She wanted his tongue deeper, she wanted to fuck his
face as his fingers took its place…
Her trembling legs grew more unsteady as she grinded against his nose, little
waves of pleasure washing over her. As her muscles tightened Belle grabbed him
and pressed him closer, rutting faster. She knew she wouldn’t last, not with
the stimulation of her nerves - but Belle wouldn’t stop until she came.
“I need your mouth higher,” she whispered. “If you, if you use your fingers
there…”
            Reid did exactly as Belle suggested, sucking at her clitoris and
sliding two fingers into her slick heat. He fucked her with his fingers,
coaxing her climax with eager determination.
            “Ah! Yes! Just, just like… like that… Oh, god…”
            She gasped, muscles tightening and going rigid as she came. Feeling
Belle shake Reid pulled back, ducking back out of her skirt. His face was slick
with spit, his hair a mess, but he licked his lips and smiled up at her with a
coy gleam in his dark eyes.
            “Good boy,” Belle said, removing her leg from his shoulder. “Stand
up, let me see you.”
            Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Belle kissed him hard and
walked him backward toward the more sturdy bookshelves. She could feel the heat
of his erection through his jeans - poor Reid was achingly hard, and Belle
couldn’t leave him wanting.
            She could have, but she wanted more.
            Her steady hands undid the button on his jeans and slid them down
his narrow hips. Reid’s black boxers did nothing to hide his flushed cock; he
was hard enough to press through the opening that rested against his groin.
Belle wrapped a hand around him and stroked slowly, smiling as he let out a
shaking moan.
            “Aren’t you big,” Belle said, pressing flush against his body. “I
want you to pick me up, Reid,” she whispered, “and hold me against the
bookcase.”
            “Yes, Belle,” Reid replied, his eyes blown dark in his desire.
Before he lifted her he reached down, sliding her panties lower. Together they
worked one of her black heels through the leg, leaving them dangling against
her other ankle. Reid lifted her, kissing her again as she wrapped her legs
around his waist.
            “Fuck me,” she ordered, tangling her hands in his hair once more.
            Reid was more than happy to oblige. He slid one hand beneath Belle,
adjusting his cock to line up with her slick entrance.
            “Belle,” he breathed, lightly scraping his teeth over her bottom
lip.
            He pressed into her, slowly sliding deeper as she arched her back
against the shelf. Belle’s breath hitched as Reid filled her, hot and hard and
nearly throbbing. Even as wet as she was, as relaxed as she felt, it took her a
few moments to adjust to his girth.
            “Move. You aren’t going to hurt me, I promise. Please…”
            Reid buried his face in her neck as he snapped his hips, burying
his cock as deep inside her as it would go. He fucked her slowly at first,
getting used to the sensation of her muscle sliding against his shaft, but
Belle could tell he was holding himself back.
            That wasn’t what she wanted.
            “Let go,” she whispered. “Don’t restrain yourself. Touch me, fuck
me, Reid. I want you. All of you.”
            He let out a groan and gave in, letting his restraint fall away. He
fucked her hard and fast, the shelf creaking behind them as he bounced her
against the books. Reid’s hands gripped her arse, squeezing as she let out
eager moans. Kissing and biting at her throat, he let himself disappear into
the pleasure of Belle’s sex.
            It felt so good to be so full, to feel every inch of him sliding
into her. Belle gripped his hair tighter as he sucked a mark against her soft
skin. She’d have to wear a scarf Sunday, but she didn’t care - it felt
incredible. Reid grunted and moaned into her throat, nearly primal as she
rolled with his thrusts.
            His legs were shaking. He was close, so close to spilling over the
edge, and Belle wanted to feel him come undone. She tightened around him,
teasing him, coaxing his climax like he’d done for her. She felt as if she
could come again from his cock alone, but she wanted him to come first. He’d
been so good despite being so shy…
            “Belle,” he gasped. “I’m -”
            “Fuck! I want you to come, Reid, please…”
            He thrust harder, muttering praises and running his tongue over her
throat, and Belle’s legs gripped his waist tighter. Too much, it was all too
much and she didn’t think she’d be able to -
            “Belle, Belle, Fuck!” he chanted, finally slamming his cock into
her and pulsing his release.
            Belle too, screamed his name, muscles fluttering as she came a
second time.
            Books lay on the floor around them in the ultimate blasphemy, but
she couldn’t find the energy to care. Her body thrummed with pleasure, the
desperate lust sated as Reid kissed her lazily.
            “Sorry, I didn’t mean to finish so… I’ve never, um...”
            “Oh, it was perfect, Reid,” Belle breathed, chuckling. “Absolutely
perfect.”
            He slid out of her gently, still cradling her close to his chest.
Reid didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to let Belle go.
            “I’ll help you clean up the books, I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I
didn’t mean to make a mess…”
            “We can clean up tomorrow, if you’re going to be coming back.”
Belle glanced up at him, pink and sweating and disheveled - still so beautiful
Reid found it hard to breathe, as well. “You arecoming back tomorrow, aren’t
you?” Belle seemed as though she hadn’t considered the possibility of him
leaving. A thread of panic crept into her voice.
            “I’m coming back,’ Reid swore. “I have a paper to write, don’t I?
and I promised to help you clean up the mess…”
            “Will you feel the same every time we make a mess?”
            It was a bold question, laden with the promise of more sex in the
library after hours and more books carelessly knocked to the floor. Belle
didn’t take that lightly; she wouldn’t hurt a book if it could be avoided, but
for the chance of Reid gasping her name so eagerly, she supposed she didn’t
mind.
            “Every time,” he said in response, licking his lips. “I do hate
making more work for you…”
            “Something tells me you won’t mind this so much,” Belle giggled,
cupping his arse in her hands. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and I’ll take you
home, unless…”
            “Unless?”
            “Unless you want to spend the night with me?” Belle offered, a
little shy. She so rarely invited men back to her apartment…
            “I would love to, Belle,” Reid answered. “If it’s not too much
trouble.”
            “No trouble at all,” she whispered, kissing him deeply.
 
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