Beauty and the Beast

Pansy arched her back and thrust forward, spreading her knees, taking Ron deeper. She rolled her hips, following his direction as he guided her hips. “That’s it my dear, find the movement you want.”



She drove her body onward craving a release. Ron’s body was amazing and getting off while riding him was just as equally exciting. She leaned over him letting her breasts brush against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down over him, thrusting upward.



She began tightening down on him and dropped her knees lower, so he hit her clit as he thrust. It was just what she needed and she let out a cry as she squeezed down and came hard. Ron pushed himself on to his own orgasm. His movements picking up speed made her own release last longer, until he came in a surge of fluid inside her.



She collapsed on her husband, resting her face in his chest and heaving for air. Ron caressed her back and toyed with her hair. Her weight on his body was a comfort. He relished it until she rolled off him, rising on her knees and taking the goblet of ever-chilling water from the end table. He slid up and relaxed against the headboard. She was still shy enough to clutch the sheet to her body, but he was hoping that soon enough she would be comfortable enough around him to lay about naked.



She handed him the goblet, and he took a drink. He had to admit the cool water was refreshing. She faced him, holding the sheet to her breasts. “Enjoy it that way did you?” Ron asked.



She blushed. “Yeah.” She said looking at him. She contemplated his face.



“What is it?” He asked.



“Will you take off the mask for me?” She asked.



Ron’s face fell. Nobody hat seen his face except the healers, not even his family. Pansy had been his wife for a month now, and he was growing closer and closer to her, but he still didn’t know about removing his mask. He knew in time he would but not this soon.



He hadn’t shown anyone, and he knew as his wife, she deserved more consideration, but he was unsure. “I don’t know.”



She looked confused. “Why not?” She asked genuinely confused. Ron had been accommodating with all of her questions, no matter how personal. He had always told her she was his wife and therefore different from everyone else. Why not show her?



“Why do you want to see?” He asked, wondering at her motives but more afraid of her reactions.



“I’m your wife. You said that we should be most comfortable with each other if nobody else. I admit I was afraid to see them before Ron, but it’s been a month and I think we are forming a good life together.”



“I think so too.” He admitted.



“I don’t want secrets between us. I have shared so many things with you, let you into my most deepest dreams and even my shames.” He looked back to her. “I’ve let you do things to me I would never have imagined.” She spoke with a new confidence that he hadn’t seen before. “I don’t like the thought that there is a part of you I don’t see.”



Ron thought about her words. She made sense but just as he had not pressed her for something she wasn’t ready for, he would like the same consideration.



He turned to face her to tell her just that and he saw her hands reaching out for him. Frantically he hauled himself out of the bed and yanked his trousers on.



“Wait Ron…” she jumped off the bed, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean…..” She cried holding the sheet to her chest but Ron was already out the door. She ran to get her dressing gown on and hurried down the hall.



She hurried downstairs but looked around and found him nowhere. It would take some time to search all the rooms, so she went back to her room to wait for him, but she ended up falling asleep alone.





The next morning she dressed as soon as she woke and hurried down to the study. The door was open but the room was empty. “Jessima,” she asked the maid who came through the hall, “where is my husband?”



“He spoke with some of the stable hands and then left on his broom. Usually when that happens he ends up buying a new creature or making a sale of one of his.” She said matter of factly.



“Oh ok.” She said glancing back in. Maybe she could leave him a note.



“Ma’am, the cook did mention that she wanted to finalize the menu for the party.” She told her.



“Oh that’s right,” she looked back in the study, “tell her I’ll be there in one moment will you?” Jessima hurried off and Pansy moved to the desk. Taking out a quill she wrote a note to her husband.



‘My dearest Ronald.

I say ‘my dearest’ because that is how I have come to see you. The dearest part of my life. I want to give you my most heartfelt apology for trying to take something you were not yet ready to give. You have been so patient with me and so wonderful, it makes me feel less of a woman to assume I could not do the same. Until you decide otherwise, I will say nothing further about the mask. Consider my feelings known, as I have said them already, and will not voice them anymore.

You have found a special place in my heart Ron, and my feelings grow stronger and stronger every day. Please assure me in some small way that I have your forgiveness, even if I have lost your respect. I will do what I must to earn it back.

Your devoted wife, Pansy’



Leaving the note on his desk she left the study, spending the day preparing for the party she and Ron were giving soon to celebrate their nuptials from the month before. Ron had wanted to wait until the majority of his family was back in England, and Pansy had needed the time to feel ready to celebrate.



The party was going to take place in the ballroom, and many things needed to be done, ordered, planned and organized. The kitchens needed supplies for the feast, the laundry was busy cleaning preparing tablecloths ordering tables. Pansy herself had invitations to get out and a seating arrangement to deal with. She and Ron had already put together the list for the invitations and the quick quill made the job easy.



She didn’t realize how late it was until she yawned widely. She had been so busy that she used the quill while at the dinner table. Ron hadn’t shown up but the staff seemed unconcerned by it. According to Jessima it was a common occurrence when a deal was in the works.



She went to bed that night exhausted and hoping Ron would see her note soon. She was restless and realized that she was fearful. Fearful of what Ron would say to her. Not seeing him all day made her nervous and when she finally fell asleep she was awakened by the slightest noise. The footsteps of the maid in the hall. A door closing in the distance. A bird outside the window.



She awoke again, looking about and saw a figure sitting on her bed. “Ron, is that you?” She asked. There was no response but she could make out his hair. “Did you get my note?” She asked softly. Again no response. She felt her heart hurting. “Did you read it Ron?” She asked him.



In the moonlight she say his head nod. She felt her heart speeding up. “And do you forgive me Ron?” He took a moment and his head dropped but he nodded again.



Pansy smiled and for a reason she couldn’t explain she began to cry. She felt his hand reach out and touch her knee. “I’m sorry I don’t know why I’m crying, I was just so afraid.” She wiped her tears away and reached for the hand at her knee, then she froze.



This was his right hand and the skin was much different then the hand she always held. She felt the scars on the back of his hand and taking his hand in both of hers used her fingers to explore. The skin on his palm was just the same as he other, with most of the damage being on the back of his hand and knuckles. She could pick out scars and trace them in the dark



She gently took his hand in hers and brought his hand to her lips and kissed his palm. Sliding closer, she brought her hands up to this shoulders. When he didn’t move she continued. Bringing her hands up she cupped his jaw. She felt the smooth skin close to his chin, but halfway back the texture of this skin changed. She felt several raised scars along his cheek and up under his eye.



Lifting her fingers she followed the scars up to his forehead and where his hairline was even on one side, when it followed to the other it was pulled back. The scars disrupted the hairline and covered his temple. As with his hand she was able to trace individual patterns of scars.



She held his face in her hands and kissed him gently. He let her plant kisses along his lips, jaw, cheeks, nose, eyelids, anywhere she wanted and he did nothing.



He didn’t want to admit how much her note had touched him. He was coming to care deeply for her too, and that she was asking for his forgiveness without pressure made him feel guilty for running away as he did last night.



She had pulled away and Ron panicked when he moved toward the candles. “No, don’t.” She pulled away like she had been burned. “Pansy,” he reached out and held her hands in his, “I want to say something but understand that this is very hard for me to say.” She nodded and waited patiently. “The fact that I don’t show you what I look like has nothing to do with respect. I do respect you Pansy, more then you know, and I do care about you. You signed your letter your devoted wife, and believe me Pansy I am your devoted husband. What keeps me from showing you everything is plain insecurity and nothing more. Do you understand?”



“Yes, I do Ron, and I’m sure I could say a million things to try and assure you, but all I will tell you is that when you are ready, I will be here.” He nodded. She leaned forward resting her forehead on his, still holding his hands. “I’m very happy here with you.”



It wasn’t an I love you, but to Ron it meant a lot. “I’m glad. I’m happy with you here too.” She lifted her arms and hugged his shoulder. He faced her and returned her hug, feeling her body embrace him for the first time without initiating sex. Just holding her was a comfort.



They lay down together and in the middle of the night Pansy woke. She looked over at Ron beside her, the mask was now in place as well as the glove.



She wondered what she could do to earn the confidence needed to shed his mask, at least with her. He admitted to his insecurity with her and it made her think. Maybe the best thing to do was to just be what she was, as she had been doing.



If she was honest with herself, she asked him to remove the mask because she was curious and she felt as his wife she was entitled to see all parts of him, just as he had seen all parts of her. She smiled as she thought of Ron at liberty with her body. He had seen parts of her nobody else had, but he had always made sure she was comfortable. He never demanded, he always asked.



She firmly made up her mind that she would do the same with him. He could take all the time he needed, and she would wait patiently. When he did remove the mask and let her look at him, she would know that she meant more to him then anything if she could see what nobody else did.



She reclined back and relaxed against him. Without realizing it in his sleep Ron reached out for her, slipping an arm around her waist he pulled her closer. She laced her fingers with his and fell asleep. She would need to rest, the party preparations over the next two weeks would take a lot of time.