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#thought i’d take a leaf out of katie’s book and just post the most effervescent little moment for my otp
lumiereandcogsworth · 2 years
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He laughed at her joke.
Sun was bursting through every space between the curtains, painting golden lines across their bodies. Belle’s finger drew invisible circles on Adam’s chest, while his hand ran up and down along her ribs. The night before had been filled with glowing candles and crystal starlight; flowing wine and joyous music. They danced and danced until they were floating among the glimmering chandeliers. No one near, just them.
Now it was morning, with birds singing sweet songs and teacups gone cold on their nightstands. He caressed her jaw, finger and thumb landing so delicately on her round little chin. “My wife,” he said, beaming brightly. It hadn’t even been a whole day. “My husband,” she replied, smile gleaming like the first peak of sunshine after a storm.
They lay together in bed, bare bodies and gentle hearts. Yesterday they made promises, they held hands, they kissed, they danced. But today they’re lying in bed together, and Belle is making her husband laugh.
“I love that smile of yours,” she said.
He looked at her as though she were the only blooming rose in a garden of buds and thorns. He lightly tugged on her chin, bringing her lower and pressing his lips to hers. She tasted sweet and lovely, he never wanted to forget the taste of her. He smiled as they kissed, as their hands found every part of their bodies and the sun rose higher in the sky.
They laughed and played and danced; even now, even here, they always danced.
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