Belle had been at Dark Castle for many months now, being here forever with Rumplestiltskin didn't seem such a horrible death sentence, like it did in the beginning. His wit and charm had weaved it's way into her heart. Of course his frequent temper fits were unavoidable, but Belle smiled to herself, he even looked beautiful to her in a rage.
"I think he likes to just break things, so I will clean them up while he watches." Belle remembered the time he had called her into his tower lair. Belle giggled. That's what she called it, because he was always up to something when he was in there.
She had entered ,with his permission of course, to find glass,smashed everywhere. Belle put her hands on her hips as she took in the destruction, Then her eyes landed on the culprit. He was sitting, cross-legged on top of the table, with a wicked, smug expression on his face, complete with his trade mark grin. He dangled a glass bottle in his finger tips over the edge of the table." We have alittle mess up here dearie, don't you think you should get started?"He gestured to a dust pan in the corner. Belle giggled as she thought about that day. But it was infurating at that moment. He had sat quietly and watched her every move, as she then got down on her knees and started putting the shards in a pile as best she could. Rumple just watched her with that stupid grin he always wore, dangling that dam bottle over the edge of the table.
She knew perfectly well what he planned for her. When she was almost finished, he would drop the bottle in his hand , then look innocent, like she was suppost to believe he didn't mean do it. REALLY? But on that day, she had been ready for his little game.
As she was on her hands and knees, she was sure that he watched her backside. As always, when she got it all done and was about to stand, he would drop that bottle. Belle smiled, she had the bucket close at hand, that she was putting the debree in, when she shoved that bucket right in the path of the bottles downward decent. It fell into the bucket instead of her now glass free floor. She smiled triumphantly up at her tormenter as his look of surprise quickly changed into that of a sour puss.
"HUMPH" Rumple declared his defeat as he jumped off the table and headed out the door. "Hurry up dearie, I need my afternoon tea." He smirked with a wave of his hand for emphasis. Belle just shook her head as she watched him leave, "What exactly does he get out of that, I wonder?" Belle stood up with her bucket and followed him out.
He acts like a bored child , Belle said to her self as she thought about him in bed that night. The great and most powerful sorcerer Rumplestiltskin, a mere child in an adult's body. At the end of each day, her thoughts always seemed to drift to him and that body of his.
Belle awoke to the next morning and went down to the kitchens to make tea and get her master his breakfast. "Dearie?" He always began like that, Belle thought. "I'll be going out for awhile, but I'll return soon." Rumple pushed his chair back from the table as he stood.
"Are you going to make a deal, perhaps?" Belle inquired as she stacked the dishes, preparing to take tham down to the kitchen. "Perhaps" Rumple purred as he suddenly appeared at Belle's back, just little too close. Belle was bent over the table and as she stood up, she felt her skirts graze against his leather pants. She turned to him and had to put her hands on the table to steady herself. He was almost up against her. The depths in his deep green eyes appeared to swirl with colors. " Well..uh..B-be careful then." Belle managed to whisper. She didn't need to say it aloud, for he was nose to nose with her. She could feel his warm breath on her face.
Rumplestiltskin looked down at her breasts then his eyes traced thier way back up to her eyes. "Behave today, while I'm gone...my little..Belle." When Rumple spoke in his quiet voice, it sent shivers down her spine. he always put an emphasis on her name when he spoke it. He usually just called her dearie, but when he said her name, he always seemed to be alittle to close for comfort. Belle bit her bottom lip. He was in her personal space yet again, Belle thought. she always had alittle trouble meeting that gaze he gave her. It was if he could look into her very soul with that gaze, she felt her cheeks grow hot. He looked like he was positvely gloating as he strolled out of the room and out the frount doors.
Belle watched him walk through the gardens as he went around the corner and out of her sight. Belle tilted her head. "I wonder" she thought , as she crept out the door after him.