Hi, this is my second character/OC story so bare with me please. Also this will be an M most of the time or if I get enough reviews requesting it at certain points in this story. ^^ also I'm gonna tell you right now, if you don't like Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold then please hit the magical BACK BUTTON and be on your jolly way outta here.

Yep I'm a fan of Mr. Gold (I'm just gonna call him that since it's A LOT easier to type) he is my favorite character in this new and lovely series so don't expect this to be my only story on the subject.

So, seeing as I tank at summaries I'm not gonna write an extended one, also I don't want to give anything away. Also it may take one or two chapters before the suburbian Mr. Gold is properly introduced so once again bare with me please.

Also here are some 'definitions' and explanations (I lived my summer life at the renaissance festival with the Gypsy and Mythological women, not all of these statements will line up with others beliefs or thoughts)-

Ranku- a bound 'shirt' that only covers what's needed and is worn during important ceremonies.

Necro: a binding similar to a necklace that can grant certain magical beings amazing powers and abilities, the pendant is often in the shape of the owner's totem animal.

Please be sure to tell me what you think of my story and any suggestions you may have~

Disclaimer: I do not own this awesome new TV show, I swear! Also if I did Rumpelstiltskin would have a WHOLE LOT more face time in it and this would probably be a 'side-lined story-line' (a separate plot from the main focus for those of you who don't understand my retard lingo) ^^

Also I'm gonna tweak a few things so that my story can work to my liking.

The king and queen were hosting a ball, a celebration that was in honor of their young prince, Prince James Charming. The young boy was a mere 10 but the entire land felt it necessary to hold a grand party, you see it was the anniversary of the day the worlds most vial and disturbed villain was locked away for trying to steal the beloved prince when he was but a babe. And who was this vile man you might ask? Well that man-no Being, was the one and only Rumpelstiltskin.

The small boy started to giggle when the gypsy women made their way to the center of the ballroom. Their leader Pandora took her place front and center in a long black skirt a crimson and black scarf bound around her chest served as a ceremonious gypsy ranku and an obsidian necro in the form of a dragon. She raised a separate scarf that had phoenix feathers bound into the edges and begun the dance.

The thirteen gypsy women span around, their long skirts spiraling around them, the slits cut in the sides showed enough to leave the men wanting more and their women suitors from getting jealous. Suddenly a black spark erupted from the center dancer Pandora's necro and soon engulfed her much to the surprise of the crowd.

A large black phoenix swooped up from the group. It spun in decorative styles and forms occasionally casting off its large dark feathers which lit to multicolored flames and fizzled out before they touched anything. The phoenix-Pandora sparked out and disappeared to the crowd's utter shock.

The ball carried on though when the gypsies closed their dance, apparently her disappearance was planned.

A small spider crawled along the wall of the forest's prison; it was almost invisible to anyone who was even there to care. Its spindly long legs helped it make its way with ease through, over, and around the cracks and other deformities of the rock walls that made up the prison.

"I know your there deary, no need to hide from me! The filthy guards are at the 'oh-so-loverly' ball commemorating my imprisonment, and how I had hoped to make an appearance." Came the slightly sing-song voice of Rumpelstiltskin who was currently lying on the floor languidly, waving his thin arm to an imaginary tune buzzing through his mind. He didn't even so much as glance up when a dark fog encased the spider which soon turned into Pandora herself.

"Now I know for a fact that you are filthy yourself, you haven't bathed in 10 years." Came her reply in a velvety alto tone along with a deep rhythmic and somewhat seductive laugh.

"Yes but I can safely say that some of those guards haven't bathed in at least 20." Replied his cackling voice. He sat himself up on the straw covered ground to look up at Pandora, noticing the slight lift in her lips as she gave a tiny smile. "Might I ask why you haven't been here in the past few days? You always come to visit me but you suddenly stopped." His tone became increasingly sad and somewhat annoyed. His large brown eyes looked at her questioningly; she could see the hidden hurt that lay deep beneath their enchanting surface.

"I'm sorry. You know I am-" she took a step closer to the bars as did he "-the royals have been breathing down my neck in particular recently ever since that idiot guard who stood watch over your cell caught me leaving the corridor." She stepped forward once again and gently touched his cheek in a comforting manor. "Although, I soon had him discredited to a simple forest patrol man. As you know, I'm a master at bending the truth over the edge and back again." She gave a slight smile.

Lemon start- probably till like the last paragraph

"You know I've been simply dying for some company. Maybe you could supply me with some, Panda." Rumpelstiltskin drawled out, using her pet-name, as she traced his jaw with one of her long nails. His eyes closed in ecstasy with the simple gesture and he quietly mewled his approval.

"It's going to cost you." Pandora stated simply leaning in an inch away from his face. Pandora's warm breath gently caressing his closed lips which he soon opened in an impatient gasp.

"As does it always with you." Rumpelstiltskin said a bit more playfully as he wound his arms around her waste through the bars, pulling her closer to him until only the bars kept them apart. "Name your price." He smirked as she let out a slight moan at his actions.

"How about-" she removed her hand from his face, much to his dislike, and placed it on her charcoal black lips in thought. "-that we have a nice, comfortable life together once you get out of this retched place." Pandora eyed the prison walls with great disdain.

"Oh, 'tis done! That is a prize we both want, should be easy to gain with all this straw from the cell." They both laughed at the joke, it truly was what got them here in the first place, though at the moment who was complaining?

"And how, pray tell, should we close this deal?" Pandora said with genuine curiosity, though she could easily guess the answer if she tried.

"How about, like this." Rumpelstiltskin leaned in, as did she once she caught his motive, and they met in a seemingly small kiss. Making the next move he slid his tongue over her bottom lip, an action she soon mirrored to his own. The kiss grew more passionate as the time ticked by and then all too soon they broke apart to pant for much needed air. "You honestly don't know how much I've missed you." He stated imbetween breaths.

"Oh I have a guess." Pandora ground her hips against his, gaining a friction that sent sparks up both their spines.

"Come in here Panda, quite being such a tease!" he moaned childishly, the pout on his face made him look truly petulant. Pandora simply ghosted through the spikes which served as bars navigating into another deep kiss. Rumpelstiltskin made quick use of backing her against the spikes and ran his impatient hands up and down her sides before they found the master knot to her ranku and undid it skillfully as he had done just a week's time before. The long scarf rippled down to the ground leaving her top half completely unadorned and free for his liking.

Rumpelstiltskin dragged his coarse hands across her now nude chest, his hands stopping to tweak her hardened peaks as she moaned in pleasure and delight while still enacting the kiss. He broke apart form her lips, gaining an upset mewl from her, though he moved his mouth down to the crook in her neck and inhaled deeply.

"I see you still like cinnamon" He commented smelling the scent of her favored shampoo still clinging to her hair. His mouth soon clamped down onto her neck as he suckled the skin tenderly so as not to leave a large and dark mark.

"You don't have to watch yourself; I'll be giving taro readings over the week, so I'll be wearing the shawl you gave me." At those words he bit down fervently, now trying to leave a mark to remind her to come back.

Pandora thrust her hips against his again, feeling his arousal through his tattered pants. He moaned breathily when she groped him through his clothes. Her other had which had rested on his shoulder moved to slide off his vest and skillfully undo the buttons of his shirt. Pandora's hand slid up his now exposed chest lightly fingering one of his nipples making him flinch from the delicate contact.

As she slid her other hand into his trousers, he mirrored the gesture as his hand dove into her skirts to cup around her now wet womanhood. They moaned in unison at the pleasurable feelings, he slid a finger over her clit causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy.

She placed one of her thin legs up onto his hip allowing him a better angle as his hand which had moved to grab her ass undid the knots on her skirts which soon pooled to the ground with the rest of their forgotten clothes. Pandora gently slid his pants down past his thighs as they fell the rest of the way down to his ankles, revealing his hard erection. Rumpelstiltskin moaned at the feeling of being released from his cloth prison, the cold air colliding with their heated skin.

"Uhn Panda, you know I hate it when you torture me so!" He groaned as she grasped him before he could thrust in. She simply dragged his tip across her wet entrance before replying in a similar tone "Yes but the last time I was here you cut out the foreplay, you know I hate it when you do that." He started to whimper in slight pain and she could feel him throbbing "Oh very well…" with those three simple words he thrust into her with a long sedated passion.

"Faster, you know very well I'm not delicate like the dumb blondes you granted wishes for." She said as he sped up his thrusting. Pandora raised her other leg up to his hip so he could get into a better position.

Rumpelstiltskin's rough hands were now fully supporting her ass against the wall as he felt release coiling up in his stomach. Pandora's inner walls clamped around him as she came, sending him spiraling into release with a strangled howl.

Lemon end

Rumpelstiltskin carried her over to his sad excuse for a cot and set her down gently, not once separating from her. She was clearly tired due to the strenuous evening and their go around the block.

"Good night Panda." He said as she looked up at him with tired eyes, he leveled himself onto the mattress so that they were positioned comfortably facing each other.

"But what if someone comes and sees us, you and I know the penalties." She said rationally

"Ah but it's a holiday, all the guards are out getting laid and no one in the right mind would come and visit me." He all but spat out the word holiday, Pandora smacked his arm playfully.

"So I'm not 'in the right mind am I?" She asked playfully. She smirking up at him as he let out a chuckle.

"No I believe you are only about as sane as I, but insanity is a gift, without it I wouldn't be able to do what I can." He stated in that goofy tone of his as he gently placed his lips on her forehead. "Now get some sleep Panda, you could really use the extra hours."

With that they both fell asleep in each other's arms, still bonded, and thinking of only each other.

Life at this moment was good, though it wouldn't stay that way.

How was it? I wanna know! Also to all of those who might raise the disturbing question the Pandora in the story has absolutely NOTHING to do with my cousin Pandora so don't even go there!