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imgilmoregirl · 6 years

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A Table For Three

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Summary: Belle French moved recently to Storybrooke, where she met two men that can drive her mad. She planned on choosing one of them, but the solution she found for her dilemma was way better.

Notes: Disclaimer: I don’t own Once Upon A Time or any of the characters and storylines in the show. This is just a fanwork made for fun.

@hotmechanic14 prompted: something like really cute, like Belle’s boyfriend is Gold and she ends up going to college and meets Rush. Gold and Rush were old work buddies and have no problem belle being with both of them.

I tried to get something between both, so I really hope you like it. It’s the first time I write Rush and I really wanted to do it right, to which I also have to say, sorry for the delay!

When people made reservations in restaurants for three, it is generally thought a family would come over, or maybe a small group of friends, but certainly nobody ever expected to see two men and a young woman having dinner and flirting. Belle French had moved to Storybrooke about six months ago, she accepted two amazing jobs in there, the first at the public library and the second at the university, teaching some Literature classes.

She never thought life in a small town could make her as happy as she felt ever since she got there, but then, the wonderful jobs and the wonderful Scottish men she found there made everything better. Belle had always been an adventurous person and most of the time she was travelling, which was why she chose to rent a small apartment and not grown attachments there, but by the moment the landlord came to collect her rent by the end of the first month, he took all of her breath away.

She had heard all about him around town and, by what people described, she was starting to expect Dracula to come collect her rent and maybe to threaten her with an axe too, but all she heard was wrong. Robert Gold was one of the gentlest men she had ever met and he always looked handsome in his suits. For all time, Belle knew him, he was nothing but kind with her and whenever she saw him, her heartbeat increased.

It would have been perfectly easy for her to fall in his arms, by the moment she found herself enchanted by him, if it wasn’t for the fact that there was another man that made happy feelings burble on her stomach. His name was Nicholas Rush and he was a teacher at Storybrooke University, just like her. He taught Physics and they had the most interesting talks every Monday morning during their break.

Belle guessed she had a thing for hot older Scottish men, and she couldn’t help herself biting down her lip and staring openly at both of them whenever she shared their company. She was just leaving home on a warm morning when the three of them stumbled on each other at the corridor of her building, a brief argument between the men – who knew each other for years now – followed before they made it clear that both of them had come over to ask Belle out.

It was a problem, of course, because she didn’t know what to say. She wanted to go out with both of them and didn’t want to lose anyone, so she proposed they’d all went out together and by the end of their date, she would decide who she wanted to be with. So, on the Saturday night she found Rush and Gold waiting for her by her doorstep, the professor wearing dark trousers, white shirt and a caramel jacket, while the landlord was all usual black suit and purple tie.

She couldn’t help but to think that both of them looked delicious and that she would be damned if she truly had to make a choice that night.

“You look beautiful,” Rush started with a smirk, gesturing towards her blue dress.

“Stunning, I would say,” Gold completed.

“Thank you both,” Belle said, smiling at them and accepting the arms they offered her as they made their way out of her building. “I hope our reservations surprise me.”

“We’ve got a nice place, very far away from this town,” Gold guaranteed.

Far away from Storybrooke was good, very good actually, as people in that town couldn’t stop whispering about everybody’s life and she would surely be fired if her boss knew she what she was up to that night. It was hardly the right conduct for a teacher to openly go out with two men at the same time.

Mr. Dove, Gold’s personal butler, took then to the Enchanted Destiny, a fancy restaurant with various options of entertainment, and they were led to a table for three near the windows. There were lots of people dancing around to the music a classic group played and there were others sat in tables like theirs, having nice conversations as they ate their meals.

They decided to go for a white wine, made their requests of dishes and, as they drank, all three of them felt a bit awkward, Belle specially because she was catching a few rude glances towards them, all from people that seemed to be shocked with the fact she had gone over there to have dinner with two men.

“I feel like they are all staring at us,” she murmured.

“They are,” Rush snorted, taking a sip of his drink. “A fucking bunch of useless assholes.”

By his side Gold cleaned his throat, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Watch your language in front of the lady, Mr. Rush.”

“Oh, don’t be such a hypocritic idiot,” he retorted. “And do not play my grandpa. I thought we were here to impress the lass.”

Her cheeks flushed as she traced down the border of her glass. She loved the sound of their accents, even when they were being idiots with each other, Rush’s tick and profound, Gold’s a bit lighter for the long time he had already spent in America. They sounded wonderful to her ears.

“You know it will be hard to pick one of you if this argument keeps going through the night,” she said.

Nodding, Gold stood up, holding out a hand for her.

“So, well, Ms. French… I mean, Belle, would you like to dance?”

“I would love to.”

Rush pulled on a face at that. He clearly didn’t enjoy being left alone, but she murmured a promise to come back as soon as she could and he seemed to get better, pouring himself a second glass of wine and Gold led her to the place where people were dancing to those classic, beautiful tunes.

She laid a hand on Gold’s shoulder, reaching for his free one as he pulled her close by her waist. Belle was really shorter than him, but with high-heels they were almost eye level, which she thought to be wonderful because never before she had truly stopped to admire his brown irises.

“I was dying to steal you for myself, even if just for a little while,” Gold admitted, causing a smile to spread in her lips.

“You’ve been getting a pretty great amount of moments with me ever since I moved to Storybrooke.”

“Aye, I think you’re right, but none of those were like this one here.”

Lifting her head, she caressed his nose with hers, feeling a delicious heat pool on her belly with the desire of kissing him senseless. Oh God, he was even more handsome from this short distance than he was from any other.

“Yeah, and I’ve waited a lot to be with you this way,” she said as she spun her around the salon. “You’re a good dancer, Mr. Robert Gold.”

“Why, thank you.”

A part of her wished she had just kissed him, but that date wasn’t just about them, it was about Rush too and he was all alone on the table, so she concentrated in dancing and when they finished, she allowed Gold to lead her back to her seat.

“I’ll leave the lady with you for a moment,” Gold said generously, disappearing down the corridor that lead to the bathrooms.

It was nice to have sometime alone with Nick too, as they didn’t really hang out in any other places that weren’t the many classrooms of the university, or the teachers’ room in general. Well, once they went to Granny’s to buy a coffee together, but they were on a run so she guessed it didn’t count for anything.

“That grumpy oldie keeps sounding like my grandfather,” Rush complained, gesturing with this chin to where Gold had gone, making her chuckle. “I’ve got you that book we’ve talked about Monday morning. I also got to read it and I think it’s amazing.”

Belle’s eyes got wide with excitement as they always did whenever she was talking about books with anyone.

“Oh, I’ve told you so! Ariel Fisherman is one of the best authors I know and she has a splendid research about the Brontë sisters,” she sighed happily, reaching for his hand as squeezing it gently. “I’m so thankful you’ve found this book. It was sold out I every store I tried to buy it.”

“It is always a pleasure to make you smile,” Rush grinned. “I only wish you had more classes at the Uni, so we could talk more during the breaks.”

If it was to enjoy his company, Belle would be happy to teach ten classes a day, but she had two jobs, which made it impossible, but then, when she moved to town she had never imagined that being at the Uni would be way more interesting than being at the library.

“Unfortunately, the library needs me too.”

He learned forward, about to say something, but a waiter came from the kitchen with their dishes and both of them straightened positions as the young man placed the plates in front of them, just as Gold came back to the table.

“It seems I have a wonderful timing,” the landlord murmured with a smirk.

Belle gave him a smile before looking at the salmon in her plate, beautifully decorated with broccoli, sweet basil and tomatoes. It smelled just like fancy food should: wonderful enough to make her stomach growl. Gold had opted for duck and Rush was having grilled meat, which also looked good.

There wasn’t much talking during the dinner, although Nick had insisted in making a quip or two about Gold’s reputation around town and how everybody feared him enough to cross the street when they saw him coming over. It made Belle laugh, but it certainly wasn’t anything fun for Gold.

“The food was delicious,” Belle said when they finished their meal. “Thank you to whoever is paying the bill.”

“Gold is,” Rush said with a giant grin, leaning against his chair.

“Half of it,” Gold remarked. “I’m not paying for what you just ate.”

Nick rolled his eyes at him, reaching for his jacket’s inner pocket and taking his walled out of it. He was a professor, money obviously wasn’t a problem for him as it wasn’t for Robert as well, they were just being babies about it because it was apparently natural to them.

“Considering that you don’t stand twenty minutes of delay in the rent’s payment, it doesn’t really surprise me.”

“Wine, at my place,” Belle proposed, rising up to her feet in an attempt to end the silly argument. “When we arrive, I’ll tell you two who I chose.”

They exchanged a glare before going to the exit to pay for the bill. Dove – who had probably spent the whole night bored inside the car – drove them back to Belle’s apartment and she led her two gentlemen inside, telling them to make themselves comfortable while she went to the kitchen to pick the red wine she had in her fridge.

“It’s the sweetest bottle I have,” she said as she poured three glasses. “I think it was waiting to be opened today.”

“So, who do you choose lass?” Rush asked as he accepted the wine she offered him.

Belle smiled, a wicked, wide grin as she looked between them, the two most handsome men she had ever met. Staring at them now, she thought that they even looked a bit alike, which maybe could be able to explain why she couldn’t say no to any of them.

“Both.”

“What?” Gold inquired, almost choking with his wine.

“I choose both. I mean, if that’s ok for you two,” she shrugged. “I like both equally. You’re two wonderful Scottish men who just turn me on in a way nobody else does and I can’t say how much I want to kiss each of you now.”

Gold was jaw-dropped. Rush was more sceptical and the smirk in his lips told her that he liked that idea more than he should. He shared a glare with Robert, shrugging at him to, still keeping his smirk.

“I think I’m surprisingly ok with it,” Nick said.

“Are we going to get some alone time in between?” Gold questioned

“That’s for sure,” Belle guaranteed.

His insecure expression became softer and he pulled his glass down to the coffee table stretching out a hand for her, which Belle took with no hesitation.

“So, come here, sweetheart.”

She slid to his lap, her skirt pooling up around her waist as she bent down her lips to kiss him, open-mouthed, sliding her tongue against his as she felt a hand caressing her exposed tight, but judging by the fact that Gold was cupping her face with both of his, this one could only belong to Rush. Belle smiled as he groaned against her mouth and she braced herself closer to him.

“Yeah, don’t forget me,” Rush complained, reaching to hold her hand.

Pulling away from Gold, she touched his face and licking his lower lip.

“I wouldn’t dare to forget you, Nick.”

This agreement, she decided, was the best thing she did in her life, because she was going to make sure all of them got the best of it.

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emospritelet · 3 years

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27 - GoldRushBelle

27: “All I want for Christmas is like a dozen orgasms. Is that too much to ask?”

Yes, it really has been 2 years since I posted the first part of this fic, but I promised threesome smut and I’m delivering!

[AO3 Part 1] [Part 2]

Gold looked at the Santa hat he had been given, let out a defeated sigh, and tugged it down onto his head. Belle beamed at him, turning on her toes and heading for another door, and Gold shared an amused glance with Rush. The white pom-pom on her Santa hat bounced as she entered the kitchen, and an excited squeak floated back to them.

“You do realise she’s already set her heart on this place,” said Rush, and Gold smiled.

“So it would appear,” he said. “I have to say that my initial impression is positive, though. You?”

“Yeah.” Rush looked around, hands on hips. “It’s got a nice feel to it, I suppose. Seen anywhere for my whiteboards?”

“No, we didn’t look in the basement yet.” Gold grinned at Rush’s snort of annoyance. “You should check upstairs. There are five bedrooms, all decent sizes with plenty of light.”

“I’ll take a look.”

“I’ll go check out the kitchen,” he said. “Sounds as though Belle likes it.”

He turned on his heel to follow Belle.

“You should wear that hat to class,” Rush called after him, and his grin widened.

The kitchen was everything he could have wished for. Gleaming cupboards, granite worktops and modern appliances, and a large tiled floor with space for a table and chairs so they could eat breakfast in the morning sunshine, and within easy reach of the coffee maker. He walked around slowly, opening cupboards and mentally planning the dishes he would cook. The layout was exactly what he would have chosen himself, the appliances perfectly placed for efficient movement between fridge, sink and stove, and there was plenty of worktop space for preparation. He peered into the larder, nodding approvingly at the shelving and storage space. The sound of Rush’s footsteps made him back out, and he caught Belle’s eyes as he turned to face her. She was beaming at him, barely restrained excitement making the pom-pom on her Santa hat quiver.

“Well?” she said eagerly. “It’s everything we wanted, right?”

“Looks alright,” he said warily, and she huffed at him.

“Come on! You can do better than that!”

“Okay, it’s perfect,” he admitted, and she bounced up to him, rising up and sliding her hands over his shoulders as she kissed his nose.

“Told you,” she said happily.

“Looks ideal for you, Gold,” remarked Rush, from his place in the doorway. “Enough cupboard space for your collection of weird ingredients that no one else uses. You can spend the evenings in here making truffle vol au vents and asparagus foam, or whatever.”

Gold gave him a flat look.

“You like my cooking.”

“Well, it’s certainly better than mine.”

“Given that your idea of an exciting recipe is putting tomato on your cheese sandwich, that’s not exactly hard.”

“Stop sniping,” said Belle, and bounced over to Rush. “What do you think? It’s perfect, isn’t it?”

Rush sniffed.

“Found a room for my whiteboards,” he said, and Belle squeaked and bounced on her toes.

“You both like the house, I knew it!” she exulted, clapping her hands. “This is the one, and we’re gonna buy it and live here and get a dog!”

Rush blinked rapidly.

“We’re getting a dog?” he said. ��Since when?”

“Since you both decided that you love me,” she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

“That was bloody ages ago.”

“Then it was decided ages ago.”

“Yeah, but I don’t remember discussing getting a dog at the time.”

“And some cats!” added Belle.

“Some cats?”

“This is what happens when you’re late,” said Gold snidely, and Rush sighed, running a hand through his hair and making it even messier.

“Fine,” he said, “but you can walk the dog.”

“We’ll all walk it,” said Gold. “It’ll do you good to get your arse out of the house and get some Vitamin D once in a while.”

Rush grumbled under his breath, and Belle giggled as she grabbed his hand.

“Come on, the realtor said there was a hot tub!”

Gold watched with a grin as she dragged Rush towards the back door. It led out onto a wide section of decking that overlooked the extensive rear garden. Thick evergreen trees marked the boundary, and he nodded approvingly.

“Nice and private,” he said.

“All the better for shenanigans,” said Belle, winking at him.

Rush had found the hot tub sunk into the decking, and was squatting beside it with a puzzled look on his face. Gold was about to ask him what the problem was when he reached out and dipped his fingers in the water.

“This thing’s on,” he said.

“What?” Belle dropped down beside him and stuck her hand in. “Weird. It’s warm.”

“The owner’s definitely out of town, right?” said Gold.

“Yeah, I had a look in the fridge, and it’s empty,” said Belle. “Plus there’s only really the bare minimum of furniture here. Definitely no one in residence.”

“Maybe the cleaning staff turned it on or something,” suggested Rush.

“Maybe.” She pushed to her feet with a wicked grin on her face, brushing water from her palms as she looked them over. “Lucky for us, hmm?”

“Lucky?” Rush was looking confused, and Gold wanted to sigh as Belle’s grin widened and she sidled up to him.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she purred.

“No,” said Gold flatly, and Belle pouted.

“Oh, come on!”

“I am not stripping off and getting in that hot tub,” he said. “The realtor could be back at any minute.”

“No she won’t, she’ll be back at two, she said so.”

“And if she’s early?”

“She won’t be!” insisted Belle. “She has to get to the airport and back in the Christmas Eve traffic! If she’s even back by two I’d be surprised.”

She was grinning at him with that wicked glint in her eyes that he loved, and he was surprised to find himself giving her proposal serious consideration.

“I’m still not keen on the idea of getting in someone else’s hot tub,” he said. “I doubt it’s what they expected to happen when they decided to sell the place.”

“Yeah, but we already decided we’re gonna buy the house,” she reasoned. “It’ll be our hot tub soon. Imagine all the fun we can have in it.”

“Which can wait until after we’ve purchased this place.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Currently standing shoulder to shoulder with my sense of propriety,” he said. “Looking at you very judgmentally.”

“Well, tell it to lighten up, it’s Christmas.”

“Yeah, come on, it’s not that big a deal,” put in Rush. “There are cleaning products in the kitchen. If it makes you feel better, you can clean it afterwards.”

Belle raised an eyebrow, that grin still on her face, and Gold sighed, feeling his resolution drain away. It was true, he could always clean it.

“When I said I wanted to spend some quality time together this Christmas, this wasn’t quite what I had in mind,” he said, in a dry tone.

“I’ll even help you clean it, if you like,” offered Rush, and Gold gave him a look.

“Well, now I have to agree, just to get you to clean.”

Rush grumbled under his breath.

“Look, why don’t you call the realtor and make an offer?” he said. “It’ll make you feel better, and then we can concentrate on enjoying ourselves.”

Gold nodded.

“Good idea. Hang on.”

He fished out his phone, thumb flicking at the screen to call the realtor. The dial tone sounded, and then the whooshing sound of a car on a highway.

“Cara Deville-Waters.” The familiar drawl came oozing out of the phone, and Gold smiled.

“It’s Mr Gold,” he said. “We’d like to make an offer on the property on Arendelle Drive.”

“Excellent,” she said, with relish. “I thought it might be what you wanted, after our initial discussions. I told you the price has recently been reduced in order to achieve a quick sale, but given that discount, the seller is unlikely to be too flexible. I’m authorised to accept offers within a certain range, so that should help to grease the wheels, as it were.”

“Yes, well, I don’t propose to bandy offers back and forth,” said Gold. “We both have things we’d rather be doing, I’m sure. Four percent off the asking price. I’m not trying to rip your client off, but I won’t pay more than it’s worth.”

There was a moment of silence.

“I do admire a man who knows what he wants,” said Cara. “Very well, Mr Gold, that’s within the range that the seller has authorised. I accept. Subject to contract, of course.”

“Of course,” said Gold. “As long as there’s an understanding that the house will be taken off the market immediately.”

“I’ll call the office directly after you hang up,” she said. “Would you be able to pop to the office today to sign the preliminary documentation? It’s just with it being Christmas…”

“Yes yes, we’ll drop the keys around later,” Gold assured her. “We just want to spend a little more time here. Uh - planning, you know.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure there’s a lot to plan, what with the three of you to consider,” she said carelessly. “Did you find the hot tub, by the way?”

Gold hesitated.

“We did.”

It was almost as though he could feel her smirking.

“A pleasure doing business with you, Mr Gold,” she drawled. “Do give my regards to your partners. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too.”

He hung up, and turned to the others, grinning widely.

“We have our house,” he said, and Belle squealed in excitement and hugged him. Rush piled in after, making him stagger, and Gold laughed.

“Well, at least next Christmas should be different,” he said. “We’ll have to ask how soon we can move in.”

The other two drew back, and Rush kissed Belle’s cheek.

“So,” said Belle, raising a brow. “Are we gonna try this hot tub?”

Gold gave her a level look.

“I suppose there’s no harm in giving the thing a test run.”

“Is that a yes?” asked Belle eagerly, bouncing on her toes, and he couldn’t help chuckling at her excitement.

“How could I possibly resist the look on your face?” he said. “It’s like you just got everything you want for Christmas.”

Belle pursed her lips, shaking back her dark curls.

“All I want for Christmas is like a dozen orgasms,” she said. “Is that too much to ask?”

“A dozen?” said Rush, scratching his chin and looking thoughtful. He glanced at Gold. “What’s our record?”

“Eight, I think.”

“We might be pushing it to fit a dozen in one session.”

“Then you’d better get on with it, hadn’t you?” she said tartly. “Come on, you’re both scientists. This must be a calculation you can both make.”

“What about half now and half later?”

Belle sighed dramatically.

“Alright, fine!”

Rush grinned, sharing an amused glance with Gold, who smirked.

“Last one in buys the drinks this evening,” he said, and tugged at the knot of his tie.

Belle squeaked, tossing her bag to the side of the tub and shrugging out of her coat. There was a flurry of motion as pieces of clothing were shed, a pile of jeans and shirts and underwear tossed onto the deck, and twin splashing sounds as Belle and Rush jumped into the hot tub. Gold had already accepted that he would be last, but there was no way he was about to toss his suit onto the floor, thank you very much.

“Would you get in here?” called Rush. “You must be freezing your bollocks off.”

“I assure you they’re perfectly fine,” he remarked, shaking out the suit pants.

“I can kiss them better if there’s a problem,” offered Belle, making him grin.

He could hear splashing and murmuring, interspersed with wet-sounding kisses, which made his grin widen. He was getting cold standing in the nude, though, so when everything was folded to his satisfaction, he hurried over to the tub, leaning his cane to the side. It was a relief to sink into the water, which was pleasantly warm, and Belle slipped from Rush’s lap, scooting over to him and pulling him with her until he and Rush were either side of her.

“Turn on the jets!” she said excitedly.

Rush reached behind himself, pushing a large button. The water began to bubble and seethe, and Belle kissed Gold, straddling his lap as his arms went around her.

“When we came out here to do a house viewing, I hadn’t planned to get naked,” remarked Rush.

Belle broke the kiss, leaning back a little.

“It’s nice though, isn’t it?” she said, and Gold nodded.

“It’s relaxing, certainly.”

“I can just imagine us all snuggled in here with a glass of wine, watching the sunset.”

“I suppose that could be arranged.”

“With our new dog.”

“You want the dog to come in the hot tub?” said Gold. “I draw the line at having sex in front of the dog.”

“Agreed,” said Rush.

“The hot tub isn’t just for sex,” said Belle reprovingly. “Honestly, do you two think of nothing else?”

Rush made an indignant sound, and Gold had to agree.

“Says the woman who suggested sex in the hot tub in the first place.”

“Oh, come on, this is definitely a joint venture!”

“I’ll remind you, Miss French, that the multiple orgasms were your idea,” he said severely, and Belle pouted.

“I love it when you’re strict, Professor Gold.”

“So help me…” he sighed, and she giggled.

“Sorry,” she said. “It’s just that this is so exciting! A new house for all three of us! It’s the best Christmas present ever!”

“The master bedroom looks big enough for three,” said Rush. “If we get a king bed, of course.”

“We can each have our own bedrooms, too,” said Belle. “If we want to, that is. And I get my library. It really is perfect.”

She kissed Gold again, her mouth soft and hungry, and he ran his hands over the curves of her hips, feeling himself begin to swell and harden. Belle pulled her mouth from his, kissing down his neck, and he groaned as a shiver of pleasure ran through him. Her lips pulled at his earlobe.

“How do you want me?” she whispered, and Gold let his head roll back with a moan.

“We could start out in the tub and maybe end up on the deck,” suggested Rush, from his right. Gold raised his head.

“I vote for staying in this nice warm water.”

“Fine, but it could make positioning a little difficult.”

“That deck’s pretty hard, though,” said Gold. “And it’s cold.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I saw something.”

Rush heaved himself out of the tub and ran, dripping, through to the lounge. After a moment he returned, wrapped in the rug from the lounge floor with his thin legs sticking out beneath it. Soft twists of wool were standing up from his shoulders like the fur of some great beast, and he whipped it off, spreading it on the deck.

“Fucking cold out here,” he said. “This should be okay, though. Soft and warm.”

“So now we’re ruining the rug too?” said Gold flatly.

“There’s dry cleaning.”

Gold sighed, shaking his head.

“This is the worst thing we’ve ever done.”

“Worse than that time on the plane to London?”

Gold inclined his head.

“Okay, maybe not,” he acknowledged.

“That was your idea,” Rush reminded him.

“In my defence, I thought the toilet door was locked,” said Gold patiently. “And we agreed we weren’t going to mention it again.”

“You can always up the offer a little, if you feel that bad about it,” suggested Belle, and he frowned.

“Well, let’s not get carried away…”

“Thought as much.”

Gold rolled his eyes, clicking his fingers.

“Give me my phone again.”

Rush reached for it, handing it over and spreading out the rug before getting back in the tub and heaving a sigh of relief. Belle slid onto his lap, kissing him, and Gold brought up the call history to call the realtor again. The call went to voicemail, and he assumed she was on a call.

“Yes, it’s Mr Gold again,” he said airily. “I’ll throw in another grand for the rugs. Pleasure doing business with you.”

He hung up, setting the phone down, and turned to the others, grinning wryly.

“I guess we’re all set.”

Belle beamed, and slipped from his lap to sit between them. He felt her hand on his knee, slowly stroking upwards, and glancing to the side he could see that she was doing the same to Rush. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation, and Belle’s fingertips gently caressed his inner thigh, stroking in slow circles, inching closer. He heard Rush gasp at the same time as him, Belle’s finger stroking up the length of his cock, the fingertip circling the head. The bubbling water was a pleasant sensation against his skin, increasing the pleasure of her touch, and he groaned as she wrapped her hand around his length and began to stroke, palm tugging at his flesh, the pad of her thumb flicking over the head.

Gold let his head fall back against the deck with a thump, a contented groan coming from him. He could hear Rush making a similar sound, and surmised that Belle was touching him in the same way, both hands working to the same rhythm. He closed his eyes, mouth open, breath quickening as he concentrated on the delightful push and pull of her palm. The past week had been busy and stressful, and he thought how wonderful it would be to come home from the university to this house. How pleasant to sit together in their hot tub and do this at the end of a long day.

His pleasure was building, and he didn’t want it to be over, but Belle sensed him nearing climax and let go, leaving him tingling and aching. She pushed up, turning to straddle him and sinking down onto him with a moan of pleasure as she took him deep inside. Gold groaned, pushing his hips upwards, sliding into her as he gripped her hips. Rush had shuffled closer, and Belle reached out to him, grasping him beneath the water and continuing to stroke in time with the rise and fall of her hips.

Gold raised his head, putting his mouth to her wet nipple and sucking hard, and Belle moaned again, quickening her pace a little. Her cheeks were flushed, her thigh muscles tense against his, and he could sense she was close. She gripped his shoulder, rocking against him with tiny, high-pitched cries, and let out a long moan of pleasure as she came, her flesh fluttering around him. Gold groaned in answer, pushing deep inside her, feeling the scalding heat of her against his hard flesh. Belle continued to rock against him, her moans fading to a contented murmur that made him grin. She raised sleepy eyes to his and kissed him hard before lifting off him and straddling Rush in turn.

Gold missed her heat, his cock still hard and eager for her, and he growled in pleasure as she reached beneath the water with a firm hand to tug at him once more. Glancing to the side he could see her take Rush deep inside, pale thighs opening wide. Rush groaned as she sank down onto him, cupping her breasts with his hands and putting his mouth to her. Gold watched as he licked her, pink tongue circling her hardened nipple, and Belle moaned, shaking her hair back as she began to move her hips in small thrusts. Her hand was still stroking him, her grip firm, and he licked perspiration from his upper lip, the heat of the water and the pleasure of her touch making his heart thump and his skin hum.

Rush had licked across to her other breast, lips pulling at her nipple, and Gold watched as his tongue stroked upwards to her throat. Belle let out a cry as he bit down, squeezing Gold’s cock as her hips jerked and making him gasp.

“Fuck, you feel incredible!” growled Rush. “Come for me, love.”

Belle moaned, rocking her hips, her pace increasing as her hand pumped. Gold could feel his pleasure rising, his skin tingling as his pulse throbbed, and he closed his eyes, waiting for the bliss to take him. He was so close, so close, but then Belle released him with a cry, making his eyes fly open at the loss of her touch.

“Fuck!” he gasped.

Glancing to the side, he could see her in the midst of her pleasure, head thrown backwards as she bucked her hips. Rush’s arm was clamped around her waist, his mouth pulling at the hard peaks of her nipples, and Gold let his hand drop to grasp his cock with long, slow strokes. Belle was slowing her pace, rolling her shoulders with a sleepy grin on her face, and she leaned in to kiss Rush before reaching for Gold’s arms and sliding over onto his lap. Her mouth was hot and sweet, her body soft and yielding in his arms. She pulled her mouth from his, kissing down his neck and sucking at the point where his pulse throbbed. Gold groaned in pleasure, and Belle’s lips trailed up to his ear.

“Was that bad timing?” she murmured. “It felt like you were almost there.”

“Just makes it all the sweeter when it comes,” he rasped. “Just like you.”

Belle giggled, kissing his neck again, and slipped from his arms, heaving herself out of the tub to sit on the deck between them. She leaned back on the rug, knees bent and her feet in the tub, the water frothing around her pale calves. He watched Rush rise up out of the water, parting her knees with his body, hands pushing her thighs wider as he bent his head to her. Belle arched her back with a moan of pleasure as Rush’s tongue stroked her, the soft tip parting her folds.

Rush eyed him, inclining his head, and Gold shifted closer, grasping Belle’s foot and lifting it out of the water. He drew his tongue along the arch, making Belle jerk and moan, then sucked a toe into his mouth and circled it with his tongue. Belle gasped in pleasure, and Gold continued to lick and suck as he watched Rush’s hands slide up over her belly to squeeze her breasts. His head was working as he licked at her, and Belle’s eyes were closed, a rapturous expression on her face, full lips flushed and parted. She arched her back, hips pushing upwards, and Gold stabbed his tongue between her toes, watching the colour rise in her cheeks and chest as her breathing hardened. Rush’s right hand slid down, fingers pushing between her legs, and Belle let out a desperate whimper that rose to a cry as she came, legs jerking with the force of it.

Rush was letting out a contented groan as he licked at her, and Gold tapped him on the shoulder, making him start to kiss along Belle’s thigh as Gold kissed his way up the other. Belle was still murmuring, and Gold licked the soft skin of her inner thigh, tasting a hint of salt on her. He could smell the scent of her pleasure in the air, and ran his nose over her wet flesh, inhaling deeply. Belle jerked at the touch of his tongue on her sensitive flesh, her sex already wet and swollen with pleasure, and he was careful to only graze her clit as he licked her. His tongue pushed inside her, tasting salt and sweetness, and she sighed contentedly, opening her legs a little wider. His tongue flicked over her again, circling her clit, and she moaned, pushing upwards a little to meet his mouth. He growled at the taste of her, covering his face in her scent, breathing her in.

There was a tap on his shoulder, and Gold began kissing down her thigh to let Rush take his place. Belle moaned, pushing fingers through his wet hair, and Gold kissed all the way down to her toes once more. They had done this for her before; alternating places was always pleasant, and helped with stamina. He thought perhaps they could try it with penetrative sex; when he was deep inside Belle, pulling out to let Rush have his turn would be exquisite torture.

Belle was starting to whimper in pleasure, and Gold smirked before tapping Rush on the shoulder. He got a growl in response, and Belle made a disgruntled noise as Rush moved aside. Her grumble turned to fresh moans as Gold took his place, his tongue moving in circles. Her limbs were stiffening, tension evident in the shortness of her breath and her rocking hips. She clutched at his hair, fingers twisting as her thighs gripped his head, and cried out in climax, pushing up into him. Gold groaned at the taste of her, warm fluid against his tongue.

Rush tapped him on the shoulder, and Gold drew back, slipping down into the water a little to catch his breath and warm his cold torso. Belle was murmuring in pleasure, and she grasped Rush’s hand, tugging him further out of the water.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

Gold watched as Rush reached down, slipping two fingers into her, the pad of his thumb rubbing over her clit. He took himself in hand, guiding his cock into her, and grasped her hips as he slid deep inside with a low groan of pleasure. Belle lifted her knees with a gasp, back arching as she wrapped her legs around him. Her head rolled to the side, her eyes meeting Gold’s, and she held out a hand. He pushed up out of the water, the cold air biting at him as he lay down on the rug at her side, and Belle reached for his cock, stroking it firmly in time with Rush’s thrusts.

Gold shifted closer until he was pressed against her side, the touch of her hand sending ripples of pleasure through his body. He reached up to cup her cheek and turn her face towards him, her skin hot against his palm, her eyes bright and her lips plump and wet. He kissed her, tongue pushing deep, and she moaned into his mouth, squeezing his cock and making him groan. He rolled his hips, increasing the friction, and slid a hand down to cup her breast, thumb rubbing over her nipple. Belle let out a tiny whimper, a shudder of pleasure.

“Fuck, Belle, you feel amazing!” growled Rush.

Belle gasped as his pace quickened, and her hand moved faster, making stars begin to burst behind Gold’s eyes. A tingle started low at the base of his spine, a rising tide of pleasure.

“Oh, sweetheart!” he whispered. “Yes! Oh, fuck yes!”

A wave of bliss poured over him, his vision going black before the explosion of colour in his head. He came with a rumbling groan, his cock pulsing in Belle’s hand, hot fluid spurting over her thigh and coating her fingers in sticky trails. She let go as Rush came, thrusting rapidly, a long, groaning cry pulled from his throat. Belle rocked her hips, her cries of pleasure high-pitched and stuttering, and Gold bent to suck a nipple into his mouth, tongue working in circles as his cock continued to pulse.

Belle’s movements slowed and stopped, her head thumping down on the rug, and for a moment there was no sound other than their heavy, ragged breathing. Out of the corner of one eye, Gold watched Rush pull out and flop down on Belle’s other side, gasping for breath. He grinned to himself, pushing up on one elbow to gaze down at Belle. She was watching him through half-closed eyes, looking thoroughly debauched and utterly beautiful. He kissed her forehead, and she smiled, one hand reaching out to take Rush’s, her other taking Gold’s.

“See?” she murmured. “This is the perfect house. Imagine doing that every evening.”

“I may die,” said Rush, and Belle giggled.

“I’ll just kiss you back to life, then.”

He chuckled, and pushed up, catching Gold’s eyes.

“I suppose we’d better get dressed,” he said. “We have a hot tub to clean and another six or seven orgasms to plan.”

Belle heaved a contented sigh.

“Merry Christmas to me,” she murmured, and Gold grinned.

“Merry Christmas to us.”

#sprite's festive fic fest #rumbellerush #fic: comfort and joy #fic: extracurricular #lemon fic

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