Sequel to And the Rain Came Down. Hope you like it. Reviews would be awesome. I'm open to all suggestions. Enjoy!
Emma's eyes opened in the darkened room. Light was coming from behind the curtains that hung over the long windows. She turned her head to see that her husband was not in the bed with her. Getting up she went to the open door that led to the adjoining room. The nursery. There she found her husband, and her newborn son. The scene before her was one that made her heart swell. Her husband was asleep in a chair, the small boy on his chest. His strong arms were curled around the baby, and the infant was snuggled into his shirt. She stood, just watching the pair sleep. To an outsider, it may have seemed that a monster was holding the boy. Pale green-gold skin, dark eyes, and yes sometimes his fingernails did resemble claws. This man though, he was no monster. He was her love, and she was his.
She padded into the room over to the chair where they slept. Placing a kiss on Rumpelstiltskin's cheek, she woke him. " Hey," she whispered. " How long have you been in here."
He looked down at the baby on his chest. " It seems like forever, but only a few hours I believe. I thought I would let you rest."
" I needed it. Thanks." She reached down and took the baby from him, careful not to wake him. Emma laid the boy down in his crib. The crystal mobile of unicorns that should have been hers swung gently when she brushed it. Emma took her husband by the hand. " Come back to bed." she said quietly and they crept out of the room.
Once in their bedroom, she helped him take his boots off. He finished undressing and changed into a pair of sleeping pants." What time did you get home?" she asked him. He had been out on his " business". He was still Rumpelstiltskin, and he still made deals. Though he had slowed down considerably since their marriage. She got under the covers and snuggled up to him. His arm went around her.
" It was late. I was going to wake you, but you seemed so tired lately. I had a bath and then saw to the boy, which is how you found me."
" You know, he has a name. You can't just keep calling him boy." Emma said, playfully pushing against him.
" Yes I know. How could I forget? Griffin James Gold. How lovely that you named him after your father."
" Hey, you picked his first name. I picked the middle. That was the deal. Besides, who are you to talk about names...Rumplestiltskin? " she laughed. " Besides, I thought you liked the idea of Gold being his last name?"
" I do. Believe me, my name was no joy to grow up with. I don't even remember if I ever had a last name. It doesn't matter. What matters is your happiness, and besides, Griffin Gold does have a certain ring to it."
Emma ran her hand over his chest. Her mind wandering. " Are you happy?" she asked him. Her mind was on Belle and Balefire.
" I'm happier now than I have ever been." He rolled over to face her. " I have you to thank for that Emma." He told her and ran his fingers through her hair. " You have given me so much. Your love, has made me whole. You've filled the empty place in my heart. You are my soul mate, my true love." He kissed her gently. " You've given me a beautiful son. Yes love. I am happy."
Emma smiled at him. " I'm glad." she said. Her finger came up to trace his lips, the curve of his jaw. " I love my villain." She kissed him deeply.
" I suggest ma'am, that you stop that. You've not yet healed enough for me to have my wicked way with you." he said menacingly.
Emma reached down and felt his arousal. " I can take care of that." she purred into his ear. Pulling back the blankets she reached in and freed him from the undergarment he was straining against. Placing small kisses on his neck she worked her way down his chest until finally she took him in her mouth. He hissed in pleasure, and his hand tangled in her hair. Taking his entire length in her mouth she slowly slid up and down, pausing to lick the head and tease the small opening there. He placed his hand on her head and she took him in her mouth once again. One hand gripped the base of his member, the other reached down to gently squeeze is sac. She felt him tense and knew it wouldn't be long. " Love, I'm about to," was all he got out, and he spilled into her mouth. Emma received what he gave, she had never done it for anyone but him. Maybe it was because they were bound, but she didn't mind the taste of him. When he was finished, Emma tucked his softening friend back into his pants. " Go to sleep, " she whispered to him.
His eyes were closed. " If this is a dream, then I pray I never wake. I would sleep for an eternity."
" It's not a dream. I love you." she kissed him. Emma pulled the blankets back over their bodies and wrapped herself around him. Their home was quiet, and they both slept.
Across the Enchanted Forest, far into the mountains, hidden by crags and cliffs sat a large stone dwelling. Inside the dwelling was a man. The man sat on an old chair at an old table. The walls around him were filled with paintings. Paintings of his ancestors. Paintings of glorious deeds. Paintings of a kingdom that was once his. Now, all he had were his paintings. He looked around. It wasn't fair, he thought, it should be mine. Then kingdom, the Princess, the power. " It should all be mine," he mumbled.
A bastard son of a long dead king. Errol sat at the table. " They came back. Why did they come back. It was mine." He said to the empty room. He stood up knocking a chair over in the process and walked to a large painting of a man in royal dress. A crown sat on his head. " They were finally gone. Vanished from the Enchanted Forest. Now after all this time they're back. I ruled for those long years. Now they come back and look where I have returned. With nothing but stolen portraits." He said to the painting. " And a ring that's worthless." He looked down to his right hand. On the ring finger sat a large gold ring, with a black stone in the center flanked by small rubies. His mother had given it to him. She said it was his fathers, the only thing he had ever given her. Besides her son of course. It bought her silence.
His mother was a beautiful young woman when the king met her. He was traveling across the land when he spotted her from his carriage. Ordering his men that they would camp near the village, they stopped for the night. He inquired about her and before the evening was out, had her brought to his tent. What was a young woman to do when faced with fine food and furs. She gave in. The king took her, and left her in the morning with the ring, left with her promise that she would tell no one of what had happened. Later when she found she was with child, she tried to speak with the king. He took her to the home that Errol now stood in. He kept it stocked with food and anything else she needed. As long as she was silent about the identity of the father, all would be well. A few months later, she held the new baby in her arms. She named him for her father. The king came after the boy was born. His mother begged the king to take him and raise him as his own. As the prince he was. The king denied her request, telling her that he had just married, and that his new wife was pregnant. No, he would not take the boy, but he would continue to provide for them. And so he did. Soon after his visit news spread through the kingdom that the queen had given birth to a beautiful daughter. Snow White they had named her. She looked down at the baby boy in her arms. " You have a sister Errol," she told him, " and one day, you'll live in the palace with her, where you belong."
He stood now in the home that he had grown up in. He had to abandon the castle when he heard of the return. Now, he wanted nothing more than to claim the kingdom that was rightfully his. He should have it, he would have it. He just had to find a way. Errol knew what he needed, and that was magic. He had none, and knew of only one being stronger than the Queen. It was just a question of figuring out a way to convince them to help him. He took and old book from a nearby table. Turing the pages he stopped on one. A drawing there among the paragraphs. A smile came to his face. " Yes. This will do. Now, I just have to get it."