Belle's POV

I was trapped there was nothing I could do there was a choice which I had to make now. A choice I almost couldn't make, a choice between the two people who I held most close to my heart. My father and the man I loved; the beast. I loved him as I thought of that there it gave me a jolt of fear, for all we had shared together this night and the one before.

I could remember last night so clearly, we had been in the library reading as usual, I could feel the Beast's blue eyes on me watching me as I read out some story to him. When I closed the book my eyes turned to those of the beast who were still watching me with some, look which I now know must have been love.

"That was a beautiful," said the Beast as I closed the book stroking its cover feeling almost ashamed of his loving stare with those beautiful eyes.

"It's one of my favourites" I said still not looking at him, to embarrassed I think now, embarrassed that I love him, or maybe I was scared. That's it I was scared, scared of what would happen if I admitted it to myself, what would happen if I said it to him and he didn't say it back, though I am now sure that he would of said it back.

Suddenly I felt his hand running though my hair and I open my eyes to face him; then something happened, something beautiful, something new. I leaned forward and the Beast followed in the same manner, our lips touching in a manner I have never known.

The kiss deepened greatly, my hands made their way though the Beast's soft fur, his warm body gently caressing mine. The Beast offered me his hand, I took it and we made we made are way sneakily though the castle our lips still meeting each other at passionate corners when the Beast thought he heard some one with his hunter's ears. Then we made it to the west wing and we let our passion explode, the Beast ripped my rose pink dress from my body leaving it exposed in the moonlight. I pulled at his shirt pulling it off my hands following it down to his breeches pulling them off. Our bodies becoming close, his heart rate increasing, skin sinking into his warm soft fur. The smell of dry roses from the rose in the jar reaching my nostrils.

A soft moan escaped from my lips as they made their way around his face, my hands rooting deeply into his fur. A growl escaping from his mouth giving a low rumble to his body. Then he pulled back his blue eyes stared at me with a mixture of fear and what I can only say is love showing deep in his eyes.

"Belle, we should stop." His voice was timid and afraid; I didn't quite get what he was saying at first. His tone was something between a mixture of fear and passion.

"Why?" I said equally confused.

"Because…Because, I could… could hurt you." He said his voice chocking in the night.

"No, you won't, you can't hurt me." And with that I drew him closer my kisses deepening, my hands reaching into his fur much more. Our bodies became one in the night collapsing into the tattered remains that were his bed. And then we did something which I could never regret are bodies became one and so did our souls joining together in one truly beautiful moment.

When the moment finished I pulled the sheets over us into his warm fur breathing in his deep wood sent. I pushed up close to him to feel his soft fur and enjoy his warm touch. And that's what we did just lied there close to one another in the night, the Beast running his massive hand though my hair, a smile lightly on his massive face.

I fell asleep still in his arms his soft fur protecting me from the whole world. But when I woke I found myself back in my own bed the sheets wrapped warmly on bare skin, a rose by my bedside the only reminder from last night. We carried the day on as if it had been any other during my time in the Beast's castle. If the servants knew of the events of last night they never let it on. It was them which carried on the idea of the dance which I and the Beast shared that night.

I had not expected the Beast to let me go that night, for I felt what we had shared the night before he may have become to think that he owned me. I should of have thought wrong for that I knew that the Beast is nothing was nothing like that monster Gaston. I could see the pain in his eyes when he let me return and the fear that I would never return to him. It was all I could do to thank him, before I had to run of to find my father and from the shame of how I felt for the Beast.

And now I was standing her having to decide between my father and the Beast, for you see I had realized that if I showed the mirror, the monster Gaston would lead a mob there to destroy the Beast and my Beast….

Would… Would… be killed. No I couldn't think like that, I couldn't, wouldn't think like that, I would find something to save both my father and the Beast. Even if it meant I had to… marry Gaston.

"Two, little words Belle, that's all it takes." Gaston whispered in my ear and I was brought back to the present in a sudden rush.

"I… I... will, marry you Gaston" I stuttered.

"Done," and with that Gaston grabbed my arm leading me to the village crowd. Not giving me a moment to think of the terrible decision I had just made, and the Beast back in the castle who was the one person which I truly want to be with.

I should prodley explain this terrible mess that I have just written it's just something I've had in my head for six months now.

This story if basically what if Belle had said yes to Gaston to save her father and the Beast. And what if Belle and the Beast shared a special night and that night turned into something even more wonderful.

The chapter titles are all song lyrics from the film and the Broadway (maybe more Disney if I'm desperate). But anyway this is my first M rated fic and it was very hard to decide that I wanted to make it M rated or not, I tried to not keep too graphic (that didn't work) and then I remembered later issues in the story so best to be safe. However most chapters will be rated at teen standard.

Also another thing is that I do not think he is hotter as a Beast than a man (which I love hehehehehe). I just tried to show what Belle felt during the time in the castle, and the feelings that were referred in something's there, were "new and alarming" in a new and more adult way.