"Rumplestiltskin," Belle calls into the pawn shop. "Are you here, Rumple?" Belle walks into the back of the shop to find her husband standing around, almost like he was waiting for someone.
"Belle," Rumplestiltskin greets his wife. "How are you this evening, my dear?"
"Fine, I guess," Belle replies. "What are you doing?" Rumplestiltskin smirks and snaps his fingers. The back room of the pawn shop is transformed into a fine-looking restaurant. A table for two has been set up in the middle of the room.
"Oh Rumple," Belle exclaims. "This is great!" Rumplestiltskin snaps his fingers again and Belle is wearing a light blue dress and white heels, her hair falling gracefully in curls around her shoulders. One last snap and Rumplestiltskin is wearing a white button-down shirt and blue jeans.
"Shall we, my lady?" Rumplestiltskin pulls out a chair for Belle and she gratefully sits. A server made of little beads of light serves the couple a roasted quail and quinoa appetizer. Rumplestiltskin and Belle enjoy their appetizer and the server brings out a bottle of champagne. He pours the golden liquid into chilled glasses and Rumplestiltskin lifts his in a toast. Belle does the same.
"To…us," Rumplestiltskin says. Belle smiles and echoes Rumple. Their glasses chime when they meet and the couple sips their drink.
"It tastes like…" Belle tries to place the word.
"Stars," Rumplestiltskin says. "I know. I have bottled the stars for you tonight, my love." Belle takes Rumple's hand and smiles. The server is back, this time with a filet mignon in cranberry bisque. Belle eats her food wordlessly, trying to sear the flavors into her brain.
"You're so quiet, dear," Rumplestiltskin remarks.
"This food is enchanting," Belle replies. "I don't know what to say." The server comes back one final time to bring chocolate cake with vanilla custard. As Belle takes her first bite, Rumplestiltskin waves the server away.
"That will be all, Ross," Rumple waves his hand over the illuminating server and he vanishes.
"Rumplestiltskin, this evening has been quite lavish," Belle informs her husband.
"As I planned it, dear," Rumple replies. "And we're not even finished." Rumplestiltskin wipes his mouth on his napkin and stands up. He lifts Belle out of her chair and pulls her close.
"The clothes you're wearing are so different, Rumple," Belle says.
"A good different, I hope," Rumplestiltskin says.
"Oh the best," Belle unbuttons the top two buttons on Rumple's shirt. He grasps the nape of her neck and pulls her even closer. Rumplestiltskin tips his wife's chin up and gently places a kiss on her lips.
"You're always so gentle with me Rumple," Belle says, almost complaining. "I won't chip, you know." Rumplestiltskin smiles a bit. He kisses Belle again, a bit harder this time. Belle kisses Rumple back desperately. He responds in turn and tangles his hand in Belle's hair. After a moment, Belle pulls away.
"Is this how you kissed your other lovers?" Belle asked.
"What makes you think I had other lovers?" Rumplestiltskin asks.
"You were the Dark One. Every once in awhile, there was someone." Belle says, wise beyond Rumple's understanding. "Did I know any of them?"
"…Cora," Rumplestiltskin replies a bit shamefully.
"No…" Belle says shocked. "She must've loved you dearly."
"What makes you say that?"
"She kept coming back." Belle says observantly. Rumplestiltskin touches his forehead to Belle's. She kisses him hard and he responds.
"I didn't know you liked to play rough," Rumplestiltskin says after a moment. He's out of breath.
"Want to see what else I like?"
"Do I ever," Rumplestiltskin replies. He hungrily presses his lips to Belle's. Belle weasels Rumple out of the white shirt and presses her hands to his chest. "I love you, Belle," Rumplestiltskin sighs. Belle just kisses his cheek.