Gaston | ON HOLD

EIGHT

"I can't." LeFou's face fell as he looked down at the man kneeling before him. "If I don't bring you to the girls-- Stanley. He doesn't even know--"

Morgan's heart broke as a lone tear streamed down the strange man's cheek.

"I understand," Gaston nodded as he gestured towards the bean in his friend's hand. "You do what you need to do," he said. "But Morgan, you must know--" the hunter paused, swiveling on his knees to face her. "I have never felt anything for those three putes back in France. And I never will! I promise, no woman will ever replace you in my heart."

Morgan sniffed, trying to hold back her tears as she watched the man she barely knew, yet was falling for nonetheless, promise to never forget her.

"Do you, feel the same way about Gaston?"

Morgan shuffled uncomfortably as the strange man's intense gaze landed on her. This entire thing was fucking nuts. It had only been a week, and for goodness sake, the two men standing before her were fictional characters from a parallel universe or what have you. But despite all of that, no matter how loudly her brain screamed that this was definitely moving way too fast, she couldn't deny that in her heart, she felt something for Gaston.

"Do you feel the same way?" The man urged, asking again.

As Morgan looked back and forth between the two men, she realized that it was her future that hung in the balance. She could speak up now, giving the little man the answer he was waiting for and continue to be with Gaston, for at least a little bit longer. Or she could remain silent, ensuring that she would never see the storybook villain again.

Tears streaming down her face, Morgan responded. "As crazy as it sounds-- yes. I think I do."

"Well then." LeFou lowered his arm stashing the bean back inside his coat pocket. "Who am I to stand in the way?"

With a smile, the hunter stood, pulling a sobbing Morgan into his arms "What about the girls?" Gaston asked. "And Stanley?"

"I'll deal with them," LeFou smiled.

Expelling a heavy sigh, Gaston gave LeFou a grateful nod before placing his chin a top Morgan's head. "Why are you crying, love?" Gaston asked before swiping his thumb across her cheek.

Morgan hiccupped as she turned her face upwards. "I can assure you, these are happy tears," she told him.

But unfortunately, not everyone in the room was amused.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Tom raged from behind the embracing couple. "You can't marry a man you just met!"

"Hold on there, Elsa," Morgan objected as she shuffled around in Gaston's hold. "First of all, you and I are never going to happen. So you really need to just 'let it go'. And secondly, no body ever said anything about getting married."

Shaking his head, Tom threw his hands up in defeat. "Whatever," he snapped turning to leave. "I'm out. But just remember, this is the bed you chose to lie in."

With a shrug of her shoulders, Morgan watched as the door shut on her friend. Your damn right it's my bed, she thought. And as long as Gaston was there, she'd gladly lie in it.

"How on Earth did you find me, old friend?" Gaston slapped LeFou on the shoulder before ushering him over to Morgan's kitchen table. The two men took seats on opposite sides.

"And what was that in your pocket?" Morgan's eyebrow drew up as she placed herself next to Gaston. She had to admit, she was just as curious as the hunter-- if not more.

As he drew in a long breath, LeFou quickly recounted everything that had happened. "Apparently, this opens up some kind of-- magical portal," LeFou explained as he pulled the bean out from his pocket.

Underneath the table, Gaston's hand idly rested just above Morgan's knee.

"The girls threw one down on the ground," he continued. "And then pushed me into the swirling vortex."

Morgan gasped.

Thankfully LeFou thought it was due to the horror of his story. In actuality, Gaston's strong fingers were slowly crawling towards Morgan's most intimate parts.

"When I came through on this side, I was nearly crushed by a large, horseless carriage." LeFou's fingers curled around the bean, angrily forming a tight fist.

Gaston's hand curled down Morgan's inner thigh, lustfully forming a tight knot deep inside her.

"Turns out, it was your friend Tom that was inside," LeFou finished.

As a deep shade of crimson colored the tips of both Morgan's ears, she could only nod in response to LeFou's story.

"Well," Gaston smiled. "That was awfully lucky."

Crossing her legs, Morgan squeezed her thighs against Gaston's advancing hand-- but the hunter was just too damn strong.

"You know, the girls back home will be devastated when I don't return you," the chubby, little man informed them. "But then again, I suppose, no one breaks hearts like Gaston."

Morgan held her breath. A few more centimeters, and Gaston would be--

"Oh god!"

Morgan shot up from her chair. The embarrassment creeping into her cheeks along with a feeling of hot and bothered.

"I uh--" Morgan stuttered as she tucked a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear. If she wasn't so flustered at the moment, she might have slapped the smirk off of Gaston's face.

"I'm going to go change into something a bit more appropriate." Morgan recovered, gesturing down to her current attire of a pink, flowered bath robe. "And when I come back, how 'bout I scrounge up some breakfast?"

"Let me guess," LeFou smiled broadly. "Eggs?"

"No, no, my friend," Gaston chuckled. "Just wait until you try pizza."

With a roll of her eyes, Morgan laughed before making her way down the hallway.

"That girl, she has a certain je ne sais quoi about her, no?"

"I still don't know what that means," Gaston frowned.

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