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Taking his hands in hers, she guided him to place one on the small of her back and close the other one around her hand. Suddenly, in the midst of his nervousness, he was aware as he'd never been before of how massive each paw was. They didn't just dwarf her delicate hands-- they were so big that one could span all the way across her waist. He saw the girl he was dancing with as a fragile porcelain doll in his clumsy hands; he must be careful not to break her.

There were times when she could almost forget that he was in fact a beast--when they were reading together, or sitting in the garden talking. But now was not one of those times. With one hand not quite on his shoulder, for she couldn't reach that high, and one hand in his paw, she was very much aware of the brown fur, the huge difference in size. It just didn't bother her. Some small sliver of her mind considered, as she placed his paw on her back, how those razor-sharp claws could cut into flesh and how easily his huge bulk could crush her. But she had never in her life felt safer than now, when he was holding her.

He felt a thrill run through his entire body--his human body. For a second all he could do was feel different. From the top of his head to his bare toes, he felt different. From the core of his heart to the tips of his fingers, he felt different. He grabbed for Belle, gingerly taking her face in both hands, and it was like he was touching her for the first time. In his heart, there was a twinge of fear amid the excitement and the joy--fear that his heart could not handle everything he was feeling right now.

Before her amazed eyes, fangs disappeared, claws disappeared, and out of the body of a beast burst the body of a man. She had to touch him to make sure he was real--that it was real. There was suddenly a stranger before her, where her beast had been. But then he opened her eyes and they were his eyes, and he name came to his lips like it belonged there, and she knew it was him. He reached up both hands to touch her face, and she remembered the feeling of a monster's paw on her skin even as she felt a human's hand. It's you, she said, and then their lips met.

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Taking his hands in hers, she guided him to place one on the small of her back and close the other one around her hand. Suddenly, in the midst of his nervousness, he was aware as he'd never been before of how massive each paw was. They didn't just dwarf her delicate hands-- they were so big that one could span all the way across her waist. He saw the girl he was dancing with as a fragile porcelain doll in his clumsy hands; he must be careful not to break her.

There were times when she could almost forget that he was in fact a beast--when they were reading together, or sitting in the garden talking. But now was not one of those times. With one hand not quite on his shoulder, for she couldn't reach that high, and one hand in his paw, she was very much aware of the brown fur, the huge difference in size. It just didn't bother her. Some small sliver of her mind considered, as she placed his paw on her back, how those razor-sharp claws could cut into flesh and how easily his huge bulk could crush her. But she had never in her life felt safer than now, when he was holding her.

He felt a thrill run through his entire body--his human body. For a second all he could do was feel different. From the top of his head to his bare toes, he felt different. From the core of his heart to the tips of his fingers, he felt different. He grabbed for Belle, gingerly taking her face in both hands, and it was like he was touching her for the first time. In his heart, there was a twinge of fear amid the excitement and the joy--fear that his heart could not handle everything he was feeling right now.

Before her amazed eyes, fangs disappeared, claws disappeared, and out of the body of a beast burst the body of a man. She had to touch him to make sure he was real--that it was real. There was suddenly a stranger before her, where her beast had been. But then he opened her eyes and they were his eyes, and he name came to his lips like it belonged there, and she knew it was him. He reached up both hands to touch her face, and she remembered the feeling of a monster's paw on her skin even as she felt a human's hand. It's you, she said, and then their lips met.