Some Unknown Feeling – Part II

Disclaimer:These are not my characters. They are creations of Disney.

A/N: So, I've finally finished this little piece. Getting it typed wasn't too bad. I found more issues in revising it. The encouragement from the reviews pushed me to keep working on it. And an extra special thank you to my beta, Ellen, for all her hard work (and patience!) on this piece too. I really appreciate all you've helped me with here!

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Giselle slumped into the chair beside Robert. "Well, I don't think I want cake." A slight pout appeared on her lips.

Robert grasped onto her hands with his. "I meant, have some cake and we'll talk."

"Oh!" the pout disappeared, replaced with blatant excitement.

"I'm glad to see you're excited over this talk," Robert said, standing to get plates and utensils. He didn't think he'd have to give "the talk" until Morgan was older. Little did he know he'd be asked to give a crash course to a grown woman. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about sex with Giselle, and it was much to his relief that she was, at least, having the same feelings as well. She just didn't know what to do with those sensations. Kissing was a new favorite hobby of Giselle's, and those urges in him would surface while in the moment. He was sure, on more than one occasion, Giselle must have noticed his excitement, but just didn't ask.

Giselle's eyes followed him about the room, a faint blush still across her cheeks. "Well, I do like learning new things."

Robert sliced the cake and put one piece before Giselle, along with a fork. Repeating the process for himself, he then sat back down into his chair.

Giselle had no focus on the cake, not the least bit hungry at this particular moment. "Well?"

Robert lifted the fork to bring a small piece of the cake to his mouth. Swallowing, he began, "Well then. Where to begin…" He mashed up a piece of the cake, toying with it on his plate. "What have you been feeling lately? I know you said you can't really explain it, but can you try?"

Giselle sighed and slouched back in her chair, thinking for a moment. "I feel warm," she started, turning her eyes back to Robert, "and the feeling doesn't just go away. It keeps pulling at me. Oh! It only comes around when I think of you, or see you." She grasped the table with one hand. "Is there something wrong with me?"

"No!" Robert said, putting his fork down and shaking his head. "No, not at all. It's perfectly natural."

"Oh. Oh, good," she nodded, her scarlet curls bouncing just so. She placed a warm hand on top of his. "Please tell me, Robert."

He heaved up a sigh and gave her hand a squeeze. "Well, there is more for a couple to do than kiss."

"Oh! I do love kissing," Giselle interjected.

Robert smiled and continued. "Kissing, in time, leads to touching." Here, he paused, trying to carefully find his words. "Men and women are different, Giselle."

Giselle shook her head, a smile across her face. "I know that, Robert." She'd seen herself without any clothes on. It wasn't like she closed her eyes when she took a shower or got dressed. Men had a different body shape and she was sure they had different body parts. She may have come across as dim-witted, but she knew more than most thought.

He bowed his head slightly. "Think of it this way--"

"Can't you just show me?" Giselle pulled at his hand, smiling innocently.

Robert eyed the woman sitting in front of him, grinning without fully knowing what was going to happen when he showed her. He held her hand in his two. "I need your complete trust, Giselle. And if you ever want to stop, you just need to say the word."

Giselle's smile faded. She leaned forward and caught his lips with hers. Her tongue sought entry to his mouth, and he gladly complied. He ran his hands through her hair, cradling her head in his hands. Her hands lay resting on his thighs, her knees between his. She reluctantly broke off the kiss, leaning her forehead against his. "I trust you, Robert," she caught his eyes with her own.

With that, Robert stood up and tugged at her hand to follow him. The pair walked hand in hand down the hallway to Robert's bedroom. She'd been staying in his room for the last two weeks, but they were only sleeping together, literally. Giselle's eyes remained downcast as he led her to the bedroom. She didn't know what was to be expected, but she felt something big was about to happen. Robert did his best to reassure her with a gentle squeeze to her hand. He didn't want her to worry, though he knew she would. He didn't want her to be nervous, though he knew she would be. He wanted to make her as comfortable as possible, so he did his best to not let his own pang of nervousness leak through.

Once behind the closed door, Robert stepped toward Giselle and placed his lips upon hers once again. Her hands found their way into his hair, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. His hands played with the fabric around her hips. His lips left her mouth to travel down her neck, stopping to pay special attention to the curve there. Their nights of passionate embraces had led him to discover the places that Giselle intensely enjoyed. This spot, in particular, elicited a soft moan from her, which only spurred on Robert's actions. His hands snaked around her back, grabbing for the zipper of her sundress. As the zipper went lower, he felt Giselle tense. He ceased in his progression and made eye contact with her. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Giselle replied, adding a kiss to prove her point. She slipped a hand from the nape of his neck to guide his hand back to the zipper of the dress, dropping a kiss upon his neck.

His hand guided the zipper down as far as it could go. He brushed the light material off her shoulders and the dress fell to a puddle around her feet. Giselle couldn't help the flush that came to her cheeks; whether it was that new feeling that was raging through her or the slight embarrassment at her lack of clothing, she couldn't tell.

Robert took that moment to take in the woman before him. Her lips were reddened from kissing and she stood before him in a white lace bra and matching panties. He inwardly thanked Sam for taking her shopping for the necessities.

Again, Giselle felt that nervous twinge and began wringing her hands.

Robert grabbed her clasped hands, "You're beautiful."

Giselle smiled, and her nervousness melted away. She leaned forward to kiss him once again, her turn to run her tongue along his neck line and kiss her way to his ear. He gently moved her backward, the back of her knees hitting the bed, causing her to fall, somewhat ungracefully, to the bed. Robert sat beside her and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Giselle caught his hand with hers. "Let me?" That small smiled still played across her lips.

Robert placed his hands in her hair once again, pulling her to him. Their bodies twisted awkwardly while kissing. Giselle wriggled to find a better position, ultimately deciding on straddling his lap, her hands on his shoulders for the moment. His hands drifted down to her bare waist, savoring in the feel of her skin in his hands. Her fingers worked at releasing the buttons, but she kept getting distracted by his lips.

Robert's mouth had begun a new adventure lower and the sensations were driving her mad. His tongue swirled at the base of her clavicle, delving between her breasts. Between moans and the occasional giggled whispers, his shirt was completely unbuttoned and cast aside. Robert removed his undershirt and it was Giselle's turn to gawk.

Still perched over him, she sat back on his knees. She'd seen men without shirts on before. Often in the park men, would be sunbathing, running, or biking with no shirt on. But she had never seen Robert without a shirt on. She placed a hand in the middle of his chest, just as she did the night she first had that warmth spread in her stomach. This time, she let her hand feel its way down to his abdomen. Robert's eyes rolled back slightly; they hadn't done much other than kissing and already his arousal was very obvious in the outline of his boxers.

Robert pulled her back for another kiss, lying on the bed and bringing her with him. She was now firmly settled upon his blatant erection. Giselle broke off the kiss and sat up, inadvertently grinding against him. He released a groan, grasping onto her hips to still her movement. "Robert?" Giselle set her hands on his chest. A rush of liquid heat pooled at the apex of her thighs, now sitting atop him. "What is that?" She gave a slight roll of her hips, trying to satiate the throb she was feeling.

His fingers dug into her hip, grasping to hold her still. "That," he opened his eyes, "is an erection." He took this moment to roll over, now pinning her smaller frame beneath his. "Just like you've been feeling things," he paused to lay leisurely kisses along her jaw, "I get them too. That's just where I get them." He smiled and ran his hands over her shoulders and behind her back to unclasp her bra.

Giselle simply nodded her head, seemingly at a loss for words at the moment as she gave a shrug of her shoulders to remove her bra. She weaved her hands back through his hair, pulling his lips back to hers for another kiss. His mouth moved down her jaw-line and neck, sucking and nibbling his way to her breasts.

Absentmindedly, she pulled at his hair, urging his face closer to her body. His lips grazed the side of her right breast and moved up to take her nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hardened bud.

"Oh, Robert!" her eyes rolled back into her head, taking pleasure in sensations rocketing through her. A grin graced his features as he moved to her left breast to repeat the process. His hands skirted down her sides, pulling at her panties to eliminate them. His mouth moved from her breast to her stomach, dropping a light kiss upon her hip. He slid a hand up her back, assisting her to lift up, so he could pull the lace away from her body.

Robert tossed the garment to the side and left the bed briefly to open a drawer to his dresser, pulling out a condom. It had been a while, but he still kept a stash hidden away. He made his way back to the bed to find Giselle watching him, with her wide cerulean eyes now flooded with black from desire. He felt a new surge of arousal at the sight of her and made quick to remove his boxers.

Giselle's eyes were drawn down his body, watching in amazement as he rolled the condom over himself. Robert looked up to her and caught her with her mouth slightly gapped.

"You doing okay?" Robert questioned, placing a hand on her face, running his thumb along her cheekbone.

"Oh, yes," Giselle bobbed her head, pressing a hand to his bicep. "I'm just…oh, I don't know. It feels good." Her flushed cheeks burned under his gaze.

He ran his hand over her neck, easing her back into the comfort of the bed. He kissed at her jaw line before whispering, "Giselle, do you trust me?"

"Of course," she smiled up at him, clinging to his neck with both of her hands. "Robert. I love you."

He smiled softly at her. "I love you too." He lowered his mouth to cover hers, gliding one of his hands down to her entrance. He slid a finger into her heat, testing the wetness there. A whimper escaped Giselle's lips, and her hands slid down his naked back. Robert nibbled at her bottom lip and positioned his erection at her entrance. He knew it wasn't going to be pleasant, at first, for her, and he wanted to make it as painless as possible. Never did he ever want to cause Giselle any pain.

Robert caught Giselle's lips once again and swiftly entered her, swallowing the sharp shriek that was released. He continued kissing her as he moved within her slowly, hands placed along side of her, supporting his weight as to not crush her. Her hands clung to him almost desperately. A tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek. Robert broke off the kiss and watched her face. "Are you okay?" he leaned down to kiss the tear away.

"Yes," she answered breathlessly. Her legs curled up around his waist, trying to find comfort in the new stirring inside of her. There was a sudden itch that was building deep within. "Robert," she clutched at his back desperately, pulling for him, "I think I need you."

Robert couldn't resist the soft chuckle that came from his lips. He wasn't going to be able to take too much more; it had been a while, and Giselle was driving him closer and closer to the edge. He slipped a hand down and gently pressed against her clit with his thumb.

"Oh my," Giselle wriggled beneath him, "Robert!" The warmth in her belly started spreading, and a tightness began taking over; something that she couldn't control.

Robert dropped his forehead to her neck. "Giselle," his voice murmured. He pressed his hand into the mattress, trying to control his movement as to not hurt her. He felt pressure building and pressed more firmly against her clit.

"Robert!" Giselle shrieked, blue eyes disappearing behind lids and mouth dropping open.

At feeling the tightness and the wave of heat around his erection, Robert grunted into her neck and nearly collapsed on top of her. He quickly caught himself and rolled to her side.

The pair lay side by side; one with eyes closed, trying to get a hold of herself, and the other with eyes open, watching the woman beside him. Robert ran a hand across her stomach and she quivered under his touch.

She clutched at his hand as he was about to take it away. "Oh, Robert." She opened up her eyes and turned her head to him. "That's the one thing that boys are after?"

Robert smiled, "I'm not after just that." He pulled her to his side, kissing her neck. "I want more than that."

Her sapphire eyes seemed to gleam more than before, pulling away from him slightly to catch his gaze, peering at him through her lashes. "There's more?"