Author's note:

This is GoldenGreen [RumpelxZelena] smut - hence rated M. I felt like Rebecca Maden was too attractive for there to be so little Zelena smut written.

First chapter is essentially an edit of the Zelena/Gold cage scene to set up the following chapter, which is set in the same episode.

This is my first smutty published work so be harsh and enthusiastic [if you want you don't have to be - people gonna peep].

And enjoy!

Zelena and Rumpel – behind the scenes

Chapter 1

"Why don't you be a good boy, and sit back down." Zelena held Rumpel's dagger as she stood in his cage. Her eyes dilated as she watched him sit on the stool in front of the spinning wheel. She smirked and sat in front of him, their knees centimetres apart, while she leaned in toward him with a straight back and drank in his distress; his lips and hands which both shuddered and shook.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Rumpel and Zelena both looked at his dagger, in Zelena's hand. "Don't let me stop you." She glanced back down at the dagger, tempted. "All the voices in my head, will be quiet when I'm, dead."

Zelena chuckled, almost mockingly.

"I'm not here to kill you, Rumpel. But you really do need to keep up appearances." Zelena leaned down and picked up a handkerchief.

"Appearances? Appearances? For what? For why?" Rumpel looked to his wheel. "Let me spin. Spin the madness away." He put his foot to the pedal and began to spin the wheel. "Spin the madness." His arms picked back up where they were with a tremor.

"No." Rumpel stopped and eyed Zelena. His dagger still in her hand. "I think spinning is bringing the madness. Here, come closer." Zelena gripped Rumpel's stubbled jaw and pulled him close, however not enough to her satisfaction. "Stay still, unless you want me to nick that pretty face." Zelena ran a finger over Rumpel's whiskers, put the dagger to the back of his jaw and began to shave. She cleaned the dagger with the handkerchief after each stroke. Her eyes mostly lingered on his lips, however danced upon his cheekbones, his chocolate brown irises and hair which hung over the sides of his face.

"Did I ever tell you about my father?" Zelena smiled bitterly. "His hands used to shake from drink or, worse," her voice had become soft, almost a whisper. "I didn't ask, he didn't tell me. But he couldn't abide going a day without a shave so, I had to learn how to shave him."

"He used to say that, whatever we were feeling on the inside, we had to put on our best face. In our land, you and I never had that choice, did we?" Zelena's eyes became menacing as her voice turned angry. "No matter what we did, our outside showed exactly what was rotting on the inside."

"But, we're in a new land now. Aren't we?" Zelena turned up Rumpel's face as she began to clean his neck. Looking up to his face, hers was incredibly close to his. She could feel her cheeks burn slightly and her palms become sweaty. "A land filled with opportunity. At the least of which," she could almost kiss his jaw line it was so close, "to look our best." Rumpel looked down at Zelena.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Zelena's thumb had a little blood on it. "Did that sting?" She chuckled and ran her hand through his hair. "Nah, handsome as ever." She stood up off the stool, her hips rocking as she walked.

...

As Zelena walked out of the cellar, she called, "And don't forget to eat. I made your favourite." She pointed to the corner of Rumpel's cage, where on a tray was a meat pie and a cup of tea.