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Confessing Love Again and Again (Belle/Nala)
Title: Confessing Love Again and Again
Length: 650 words
Fandom: Beauty and the Beast/The Lion King: college students AU (Disney Hall)
Pairing/characters: Belle/Nala
Rating: G
Warnings: girlkissing
Prompt/challenge you're answering: no_true_pair: Belle and Nala: "I'd hate to ruin the surprise."
Excerpt: Sometimes when Nala was out, Belle read them, her curiosity a curse. Badly-spelled devotions, achingly-sappy poetry... it hurt Belle to see how much they cared.
Nala was a gorgeous woman, there was no getting around the fact. She was tall and well-built, her calves strong. Her skin was soft coffee brown and her eyes large and bright.
She was the most attractive woman on the tennis team, and she got love confessions all of the time. Nala tacked the paper ones up on the bulletin board in her dorm room-- not to be mean, she explained to Belle, but because it would be rude just to throw them away.
Sometimes when Nala was out, Belle read them, her curiosity a curse. Badly-spelled devotions, achingly-sappy poetry... it hurt Belle to see how much they cared.
She figured that one of these days Nala would choose a suitor. And it would never, ever be her.
She'd never write notes like that.
*
Nala was often busy with tennis and clubs and social gatherings, so Belle spent a lot of time in their dorm room, alone. She was a member of the chess team, but they only met once a fortnight.
When she was alone, Belle wrote poetry. It was her secret vice. She'd seen the uncomfortable looks on Nala's face when she read her admirers' offerings. These poems were for Belle alone, heady tributes to breasts, butt, mind, heart. She wrote a hundred confessional poems, tucking them carefully away in a binder when Nala came back and life started again.
Valentine's Day was the worst. Even good-natured Nala seemed exasperated by the number of cards she received. But she read each one in utter silence, pinning them to the bulletin board like dead butterflies.
The plainest, smallest card received the most attention. Belle was working on her homework while Nala was sorting out her social life, and in the corner of her eye she noticed Nala lingering over the card.
"What do you think of this one?" Nala asked thoughtfully, corssing the room to press the card into Belle's hand. Belle read it and her heart crept into her throat.
This was her work.
How had someone--? How in the world--?
"I don't like it," she said, hearing her voice crack. Nala lifted her eyebrows.
"I think it's cute," she said.
*
The next day there was another card with another one of Belle's poems in it. When Nala left for tennis practice, Belle pulled her binder out and flipped through the pages, looking for signs of interference. She couldn't see anything.
*
There was another week's worth of poetry. Nala kept returning to their dorm room clutching the small white envelopes and not saying who had given them to her. Belle watched in increasing horror as her most private thoughts were tacked onto the bulletin board.
On the ninth day, Nala came in with an envelope, but she handed it to Belle without opening it.
"For you," she said.
"Me?" Belle asked.
"That's what I was told."
"By who?"
"I'd hate to spoil the surprise."
Belle frowned, but Nala's cool face would brook no challenge, so she slit the envelope and pulled out the card with trepidation. She wondered if the person was going to try to bribe her or blackmail her in exchange for not revealing her identity. She hoped it wouldn't be something too arduous. She wanted to stay as Nala's roommate as long as she could.
Belle,
Your poems are wonderful; your mind is beautiful. I cannot hope to achieve anything as great, which was why I "borrowed" them. Please accept my apologies. I found your book by accident one day.
Since I am not a skilled writer, this is all I can offer.
Your love for me burns
Kisses in my skin; I can't
tell you how I feel
Until know, that is. I'm in love with you, Belle.
Nala
When Belle looked up from the page, eyes wide, Nala kissed her, and they didn't stop kissing for some time.
The next day they started taking down the bulletin board.
Length: 650 words
Fandom: Beauty and the Beast/The Lion King: college students AU (Disney Hall)
Pairing/characters: Belle/Nala
Rating: G
Warnings: girlkissing
Prompt/challenge you're answering: no_true_pair: Belle and Nala: "I'd hate to ruin the surprise."
Excerpt: Sometimes when Nala was out, Belle read them, her curiosity a curse. Badly-spelled devotions, achingly-sappy poetry... it hurt Belle to see how much they cared.
Nala was a gorgeous woman, there was no getting around the fact. She was tall and well-built, her calves strong. Her skin was soft coffee brown and her eyes large and bright.
She was the most attractive woman on the tennis team, and she got love confessions all of the time. Nala tacked the paper ones up on the bulletin board in her dorm room-- not to be mean, she explained to Belle, but because it would be rude just to throw them away.
Sometimes when Nala was out, Belle read them, her curiosity a curse. Badly-spelled devotions, achingly-sappy poetry... it hurt Belle to see how much they cared.
She figured that one of these days Nala would choose a suitor. And it would never, ever be her.
She'd never write notes like that.
*
Nala was often busy with tennis and clubs and social gatherings, so Belle spent a lot of time in their dorm room, alone. She was a member of the chess team, but they only met once a fortnight.
When she was alone, Belle wrote poetry. It was her secret vice. She'd seen the uncomfortable looks on Nala's face when she read her admirers' offerings. These poems were for Belle alone, heady tributes to breasts, butt, mind, heart. She wrote a hundred confessional poems, tucking them carefully away in a binder when Nala came back and life started again.
Valentine's Day was the worst. Even good-natured Nala seemed exasperated by the number of cards she received. But she read each one in utter silence, pinning them to the bulletin board like dead butterflies.
The plainest, smallest card received the most attention. Belle was working on her homework while Nala was sorting out her social life, and in the corner of her eye she noticed Nala lingering over the card.
"What do you think of this one?" Nala asked thoughtfully, corssing the room to press the card into Belle's hand. Belle read it and her heart crept into her throat.
This was her work.
How had someone--? How in the world--?
"I don't like it," she said, hearing her voice crack. Nala lifted her eyebrows.
"I think it's cute," she said.
*
The next day there was another card with another one of Belle's poems in it. When Nala left for tennis practice, Belle pulled her binder out and flipped through the pages, looking for signs of interference. She couldn't see anything.
*
There was another week's worth of poetry. Nala kept returning to their dorm room clutching the small white envelopes and not saying who had given them to her. Belle watched in increasing horror as her most private thoughts were tacked onto the bulletin board.
On the ninth day, Nala came in with an envelope, but she handed it to Belle without opening it.
"For you," she said.
"Me?" Belle asked.
"That's what I was told."
"By who?"
"I'd hate to spoil the surprise."
Belle frowned, but Nala's cool face would brook no challenge, so she slit the envelope and pulled out the card with trepidation. She wondered if the person was going to try to bribe her or blackmail her in exchange for not revealing her identity. She hoped it wouldn't be something too arduous. She wanted to stay as Nala's roommate as long as she could.
Belle,
Your poems are wonderful; your mind is beautiful. I cannot hope to achieve anything as great, which was why I "borrowed" them. Please accept my apologies. I found your book by accident one day.
Since I am not a skilled writer, this is all I can offer.
Your love for me burns
Kisses in my skin; I can't
tell you how I feel
Until know, that is. I'm in love with you, Belle.
Nala
When Belle looked up from the page, eyes wide, Nala kissed her, and they didn't stop kissing for some time.
The next day they started taking down the bulletin board.
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