Belle bit her lip out of a mixture of habit and slight nerves as he moved her underthings away, but her mouth quickly relaxed when she felt his lips against her skin. The part of her that still held the smallest bittnerness wondered what the people who thought he'd ravished her would think of this, to see him tender and her willing and wanting.
There was a moment, when his fingers slid inside her, where she had to pull her mind away from the memory of the clerics trying to prove what they said he'd done. But then there was his mouth again, touching the places only her own clumsy fingers had been before, and every bit of unpleasantness and darkness of these last years was gone, replaced with pleasure and heat and him.
"Oh," she gasped, the quiet exclamation filled with a laughter that was purely joy, not a bit of mockery or scorn. Her legs relaxed, falling absolutely wantonly, as she arched against his touch.