Rumbelle – Fanfick
The door falls into the lock. Belle looks up to face Rumpelstiltskin, who just entered. She smiles and turns again to the fire she is tending in the big old kitchen stove.
Ah! Here you are! I have a question for you!
Yes?
Just leave that and come here!
Belle gets up, smooths her skirts and brushes her hands nervously at her apron, trying to get rid of the coom. Her eyes plunge into Rumpels enormous pupils. He seems nervous too, for he is blinking a lot.
I… I have to confess that I feel attracted to you. I mean sexually. And I wanted to ask you whether it would bother you to engage in intercourse with me.
He couldn't face her while saying that, but now his gaze has captured hers again, trying to detect her feelings. But nothing. Just a blank stare.
In blunter words: I want to have sex with you, but I wouldn't force you. If it's a no, that's fine. I won't be angry or treat you anyhow different. We'll just forget what I've just said.
Still no response of any kind.
Allright, dearie. Let's forget about it.
Rumpel turns and is about to leave, when Belle brings herself to open her mouth.
Stop!
Rumpel faces her again, his eyes betray that he's afraid she's going to be mad at him, but still he can't do otherwise than watch her.
You say you're attracted to me.
Yes.
When?
Eeeeh… well about nearly all the time.
I've not realized.
Well… I'm good at hiding things.
They both chuckle.
You see, the thing is... It is weird.
I know.
No, you don't. I mean, it's weird, I cannot explain it, but I'm also attracted to you... I tried to understand it… Maybe it's because you're the only man around.
Rumpel grins.
That's a raaaaather loose interpretation of the term *man* I would think.
Belle rolls her eyes, pouting.
But maybe it's because I'm powerful and veeeery wealthy.
He sees a glim of anger in her eyes and hastily adds:
Just a quip.
He reaches out to her and folds his arms around her. They kiss. He slowly opens the ribbons of her apron, gently pulls it around her neck and tosses it to the floor. Then he proceeds to the lacing of her dress and after checking her gaze, he slowly lowers the dress. Belle stands before him in her undergarments, a thin white silken chemise. Rumpel strokes gently her cheek, follows her neckline and traces an invisible trail to Belles breasts.
[…]
After reaching the climax Rumpel buries his face in her breasts. Then he props himself on one elbow and strokes her reddened cheeks, her wonderful hair, pushing away a rebel strand out of her beautiful face, glowing with warmth. She looks at him with wide eyes full of surprise and wonder. Seeing his searching gaze she smiles at him reassuringly. He gives her a quick little kiss on the corner of her still smiling lips.
I think a nice warm bath will do you good. And then stay the rest of the day in your bed and read those books you have on your bedside locker. I'll get you a nice cup of tea, what do you say?
Sounds nice…
And with one click snap Rumpel pulls away and a big bathtub stands in the room fuming with hot water and dispersing gentle rose perfumes, along with an armchair on which a very comfortably looking bath robe is draped, fur slippers standing beside.
I'll leave you to it, then.
Smiling and blowing her a kiss Rumpel quickly leaves the room.
While Belle is enjoying her bath, suddenly appears a tablet out of nowhere, with the promised cup of tea and some scones and chocolates. Belle smiles.
Later she goes to find Rumpel, who pensively sits at his spinning wheel, spinning gold, but far slower than usual.
You know, it wasn't necessary to send me the tea per magic.
Well, you know, I thought, you would like a little privacy…
I appreciate the feeling… but it's not necessary… In fact, I wanted to ask you something.
Anxious Rumpel rises and comes on arms lengths to her.
What is it?
Can I sleep in your bed tonight?
What for?
Well, obviously just cuddling, since you said I should rest.
Rumpel smiles.
Just cuddling, ey?
His smile transforms into a grin. He playfully grabs her hair with one hand and cups her chin with the other, to lift her gaze up, straight into his.
You know, that *that* is an absolute torture for *any* man?
Now Belle grins too.
I didn't realize… but I suppose you deserve a little random punishment?
Absolutely! Punish me as long as we both shall live!
Belle gently kisses him.
We'll see about that!