"So, what are you going to do to me?" Belle asked as she looks up at Rumple with fear in her eyes.
"Go," he says and points toward the door.
"Go?" Belle questions.
"I don't want you anymore dearie."
Belle gets up and heads towards the door, but then she stops. She turns around and marches back to Rumpelstiltskin, getting right in his face.
"But I want you," she says. "Doesn't anyone care about what I want? I would be a disgrace if I were to go back to my kingdom now. No one will want me. But despite what you say, I know that you want me. I know that you want me to stay."
"Don't kid yourself dearie. You were merely a caretaker for my vast estate. I have no use for you anymore."
"I know that's not true, and you know it too. When you've come to your senses, I will be upstairs cooking your dinner."
And with that Belle storms out of the dungeon, leaving Rumple flabbergasted.
Rumple can't believe what just happened. His little maid stood up for herself. She knew what she wanted and she went after it. Isn't that what Rumple was always doing? Making deals with people to get what he wanted. Rumple knew what he wanted and he always got it. In just the little time that Belle had spent with him, he had already made an impression on her. He was secretly glad that Belle had decided to stay. He did want her.
Later, as Belle was making dinner, Rumple snuck up behind her.
"Hello, dearie," he whispered into her ear.
Belle jumped right out of her skin, dropping the teacup she was holding in the process.
"Rumpelstiltskin! You scared me." Belle bent down to pick up the teacup that she had dropped. "Oh, I'm uh so sorry, it's…it's chipped. You can hardly see it."
"Well it's just a cup," Rumple responds.
Belle relaxes when she sees that Rumple isn't mad. "Your dinner is almost ready sir," she says.
"Very well, dearie. You can bring it to me in the dining hall. Bring a plate for yourself as well. I'd like for you to join me."
Half an hour later Rumple was sitting in the dining hall when Belle came from the kitchen carrying two plates full of food. She set one in front of Rumple and another, a few seats away, for herself.
"Come closer Belle. I'd like to have you near me."
"Yes, sir," Belle replied and she scooted to the seat next to Rumple's.
"I have decided that you can stay," Rumple begins. "On one condition."
"And what condition might that be?" Belle asks.
"You will no longer sleep in the dungeon. You will sleep upstairs, in my room, in my bed."
Belle's eyes immediately glanced up when she heard what he had said. "Did he really want her to sleep in his bed, with him?" she thought.
"Do we have a deal dearie?" Rumple asked.
"Yes. We do." Belle said. This may not be the conventional way, but she may get the happily ever after she wants after all.
So this is a short drabble that I've had in my head for awhile. It does have the potential to be more, but I'll only continue if I get some interest. Please drop me a comment. They make my day
