Summary: Belle is caught reading and Rumplestiltskin indulges in her book obsession.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Once Upon A Time.
Rating: M
Pairing: Belle and Rumplestiltskin
A/N: I am borrowing scenes from the Sleeping Beauty trilogy by Anne Rice. I do not own it, just borrowing it to further my fic
READING TOGETHER:
Belle knew that she should be cleaning but all the books just screamed at her to be opened, the words needed to be read. After all she had been left alone in this large castle. Rumplestiltskin was off doing whatever he was doing and Belle was blissfully on her own. Cautiously she went to the stairs and peered down them. Nothing. Belle set aside her cloth and plucked a book from the shelf. She quickly settled herself on the settee, tucking her legs under her and opened the pristine black leather bound book. It was century's old, but still looked brand new. Belle couldn't wait to star devouring the words written on the page. Line by line she read ravenously until what she read next made her gasp and a blush heated her cheeks. She held her place, turned the pages back to the cover, and read the title; THE CLAIMING OF SLEEPING BEAUTY. "Oh my…" Belle chuckled. Her curiosity was peeked even more now. She settled down and continued to read growing more enraptured with the tale that was being told on the pages.
Rumplestiltskin came through the massive doors and into the main room to find Belle not in her usual spot, reading by the window. He smirked and shook his head and knew instantly where she was. Shaking his head, he had second thoughts about showing her the library, but then again, it had made her happy. Belle happy caused less problems for him. Before his foot set down on the first step he stopped and carefully crept up the steps. He wanted to see her when she thought she was alone. While the cat was away the mouse always felt compelled to play. Rumple wanted to see what kind of play his lovely little mouse contented herself with. Every step he ascended had his imagination running rampant with different images of what Belle could be doing. Standing on the final step, needless to say, he was fighting off a wave of disappointment. She was reading, curled up, with the book in her hand. But his eyes hit on the touch of crimson to her lovely cheeks. 'My, my… What could she be reading?' Rumple thought as he continued to watch her.
Belle sat there transfixed with the writing on the page. Her heart was beating faster and she fought to keep her breathing normal. The words she read were erotic to the core. The heated her flesh, made her blood flow faster through her veins. Her mind played with the images being depicted, only in her minds eyes, it was her and Rumplestiltskin playing each scene, each wicked sensuality written out. In the beginning it would have shocked her to think of him in such a manner, but the days had changed to where she was thinking of him more and more. He had shown her the human side of him. The more words she read, the more she saw her and Rumplestiltskin playing the parts. Normally when Belle read she cast herself each murderess, strumpet, or heroine while her mind kept the main male character as written. Her mind reeled and her cheeks flushed with the next scene that she read. "She was shocked. She had never thought of this. She thought suddenly, cruelly of who she had been, a Princess, a she thought of all her young life before she had fallen asleep, and he almost gave a little whimper. But this was her Prince who was commanding her, not some dreadful person she was being given to as a wife who might have demanded this of her. She closed her eyes and took it into her mouth, feeling its huge size, its hardness. It nudged the back of her throat, and she pushed up and down on it as the Prince guided her."Belle licked her lips at the image playing out in her mind.
Rumplestiltskin watched Belle lick her perfect lips feeling a shot of desire lance right through him. Then he watched as her left hand rested at the base of her neck and then her fingers feathered down to the edge of her white shirt. He should call attention to himself, stop this, and leave her to read in peace. Even as he thought that he knew it wasn't about to happen. He liked watching her too much as her fingers fidgeted with the black ties of her corset. The ties loosened giving Belle more room to breathe. "That must be some book, dearie!" He called out revealing himself to her. He could no longer stand in the shadows watching her. Belle jumped and the book tumbled to the floor. Rumplestiltskin came to her, "Did I startle you?" He asked knowing that he had. The mouse had been caught by the cat.
Belle looked up at his voice pinpricks of crimson flushed her cheeks at being caught until she saw the strangest look on his face. It was curiosity mixed with desire mixed with playfulness. What had changed? Did it matter? Belle felt the same tidal force of playfulness slam into her and her target was Rumplestiltskin. She might as well see if she can crack his icy veneer. "Yes," Belle answered, her voice on the breathless side, but she continued to speak, "I thought you wouldn't be home hours." He stalked towards her with power filling the room. She felt it crawling along her skin and it thrilled her. Rumplestiltskin crouched in front of her, picked up the book, and handed it back to her.
"Read to me," Rumplestiltskin commanded; his tone pure sinful velvet. Her hands shook as she accepted the book from him and he sat beside her. Leaning into her he continued, "I want to hear the words in your voice that is as soft as silk when it's not raking me over the coals with anger." Belle looked at him and rolled her eyes. He smirked at her settling himself against the edge of the settee to watch her cheeks turn a darker shade of red. Rumplestiltskin was having entirely too much fun teasing her.
Belle took a deep calming breath and decided to turn the tables on him. He was trying to make her uncomfortable; well she could do the same to him. She had noticed the way he would stare at her when he thought she couldn't see him. Of course, in unguarded moments, she would stare at him with rabid interest. Belle skipped a head in the book she had been reading to try and find the right scene to make him blush this time or she would at least make those pants he wore a little tighter. But what scene should she read? All of them were so deliciously wicked and erotic. Belle wanted the right scene to make him lose his senses.
"I'm waiting," Rumple leaned close to her again, whispering darkly. "I want you to read to me." He urged her as wickedly as he could. Rumple wanted to listen to the way Belle read and knew the book that had caught her fancy. It was a tale he had read when he had needed to distract himself from current events.
"You're going to be waiting for a little while," Belle purred in return flicking through the pages. To torment him she shifted and rested against him as she continued to idly flick through the pages. She tried not to notice the way his arms wrapped around her waist and sifted a fraction of an inch so she was pressed to his chest. Nonchalantly, Belle rested her elbow on his knee. She tried not to notice the heat of him bleeding through the leather of his pants and into her arm.
"Just pick up where you left off," Rumple reached for the book, but she held it out of reach and he wouldn't use magic. Again he reached for the book and again Belle moved it from reach. Just to tease her he tried to reach for the book again. Easily she kept it from his grasp. Delighted, he laughed resting his hand once again over her stomach feeling the skin beneath the bodice quiver from his touch.
"Nope," Belle tucked her head up under his chin and felt him freeze for a moment, but he quickly relaxed. He, after all, had pulled her in against him. "Nothing was really happening in the part I was reading." That was an outright lie. The Beauty in the tale had been secured to a wooden contraption for all to see. It had sent a jolt of thrill through Belle to imagine such a sight. Though, her mind had twisted the scene so that it was her mounted on display, naked to the glow of candle light, but only Rumplestiltskin had the pleasure of viewing her. She could imagine her dark curls over her shoulders as she tried to hide her face, trying not look at her dark master while he stood admiring her many charms.
Rumple leaned back against the edge of the settee bringing Belle with him as he waited for her. In truth, waiting only heightened the moment her voice would fill the silence of the library. His mind raced with the possible scenes she could chose to read from the deliciously wicked story that had been penned well before her family had ever begun. When he had been but a man, there had been rumors of a Kingdom to the south that demanded slaves be sent, tributes, Prince's and Princess's to be trained. Nothing had come of it though. It was merely rumors. He could even remember back when he was a boy of hearing the same tall tale's being told by distant traders. Contenting himself with his reverie, Rumple waited for Belle to make her choice.
Belle tried to think past the feeling of Rumplestiltskin's finger drawing a circle on her abdomen. She doubted he knew that he was doing it as she felt he had become lost in thought. He wasn't urging her to start reading. He wasn't teasing her. He was lounging with her against him and idly drawing shapes on her stomach. It made her momentarily forget what she had been do, then she came to the chapter entitled PRINCE ALEXI and she figured this would be a good place. Again she became distracted when Rumple changed the pattern he was idly drawing on her, they were runes he was now scribbling upon her with just his nail. Should she read this? She was so determined to make him lose himself, why was she backing out now? Belle gathered her courage and started to read, ""You will not look away again." The Prince said to Beauty. "Do you understand me?""Yes, my Prince." Beauty said at once, only too eager to show her obedience, and in the very midst of her painful distress, and odd feeling of resignation came over her. She must look at Prince Alexi's exquisitely muscled young body; she must look at his taut and molded buttocks. If only she could hide her fascination, feign only submission." Belle made a sound of appreciation for the image she had read, but her mind projected Rumplestiltskin walking in front of her in his tight leather pants.
Rumplestiltskin listened, kept his body relaxed even though is muscles tightened at the sound of her voice. He knew the scene she had chosen to read out loud and he knew well what was yet to come. While he was listening his mind played with the scene; he imaged Belle, a helpless Princess for him to do with as he pleased. In his mind she trembled with desire, her lips quivered from unfulfilled desire. For now he was going lie here, listen to her sweet voice and try to battle back his intense desire. Just to be him, Rumple mused, "You certainly chose a riveting scene with lots going on." Gently he nudged her with his hand and she chuckled at him. "Come now, get to the good stuff." Rumple just hinted that he had read the book before and he could Belle picked up on it. She sat up and looked down at him with surprise lighting her eyes. He could only smirk at her.
"You've read this before?" Belle asked. She could hardly believe it, but then again this was his book. He would have had plenty of time to read every book shelved in this room. Exasperated she lightly hit his chest. He jumped slightly keeping the teasing glint in his eyes. Belle shook her head at him.
"Of course," Rumple grinned, "It is in my library," He shrugged. "But, I do enjoy the way you read." He opened his arms to her and asked, "Would you please continue?" the sound of her sweet accented voice was a song to his ears and did much to soothe the savage beast he had become.
Belle settled back down against him, but this time she handed him the book. "I want you to read to me." She would have thought he would have hesitated, but his left hand took the book from her and she was free to turn into his side, to rest her head on his chest, and drape her right arm across his stomach. This time she could draw little patterns on him as he had done to her. She wondered what erotic images his voice could conjure as he read to her. Belle imagined herself, again bound, but this time she was tethered to the end of a four poster bed with her hands above her head, her back arched forcing her chest out, and her hair was swept up into an intricate bun. Rumplestiltskin was before her in all of his dark glory wearing black leather pants, skin tight, a crimson silk shirt, and a matching black vest; leather as well. Belle tried so hard not to gasp at the image her mind had painted.
Rumple skipped ahead and found a scene that would make his Belle, his Beauty, blush a heated crimson. ""Open it," he said softly. Immediately Prince Alexi moved to put his lips to the seam of the Prince's breeches. With a skill that amazed Beauty he unsnapped the hooks that concealed the Prince's bulging sex, and revealed it." Belle gasped lightly at his side. Rumple angled his head to see her eyes closed and her teeth set into her bottom lip. She was picturing the scene as he read the words to her. Could a woman ever look more beautiful? Rumplestiltskin continued to read, "The organ was enlarged and hardened, and Prince Alexi freed it from the cloth now and tenderly kissed it. But he was in great pain still and when the Prince thrust the organ into Prince Alexi's mouth he was not prepared for it. He fell backwards a little on his knees and had to reach for the Prince, caressingly, to stop himself from falling." Again he looked at her and her eyes were still closed. "Now, now, no sleeping," Rumple teased her gently.
Belle's finger dug into the leather at Rumple's side as he read to her. His voice was smooth, dark, and wickedly pleasing to her ears. She had closed her eyes as to better picture the players. She wanted to see each scene unfold as best as her mind could conjure it. Then he stopped and teased her. "I'm not sleeping." She mumbled. "I'm picturing the story as it unfolds in all of its sinfully erotic glory." Belle looked up at him and his eyes had grown even darker. The amber seemed to glow with something more than his power. He said nothing more as he lifted the book to start reading again. This time, Belle shifted the cloth of her skirt and draped her right leg over his having her knee just inches from his manhood. Rumple tightened the hold of his right hand on her side. She almost wondered what it would be like if he were to slip his hand over her hip.
Rumple tried not to feel her leg resting between his, or the heat of her knee just barely reaching his enflamed desire. He raised the book to continue reading to Belle when signaling chimes echoed through the silence of his Castle. Rumplestilskin growled at the broken moment. Setting the book in his lap, he conjured a mirror to reflect the visage of the person who dared to interrupt his moment with Belle. In the mirror he saw Regina, but Belle would see the reflection of the peasant he had disguised Regina as. A growl rumbled in his chest at her ill timing.
Belle was confused, the spell of the moment broken by the woman reflected in the mirror. "Who is that?" She asked sitting up so Rumple could move from her side. Disappointedly he did move. Belle had grown accustomed to his warmth all too quickly and the served to confuse her. He didn't look pleased to have to leave her side either. Belle wasn't pleased that they had been interrupted by someone desperate enough to come to the Dark Castle just to seek an audience with Rumplestiltskin. She forced herself not to pout.
"Someone foolish enough to make a deal with me," Rumple answered forcing the tidal wave of his desire to settle into a placid pond so he might deal with Regina and not give away the fact that he had been with Belle. If he gave a hint that he was coming to care for her, Regina would find some way to use Belle against him and he could not have that. "Stay here, I'll return." He came close to her cupped her face and made her rise to her knees. "We'll pick up where we left off." Rumple promised darkly making Belle shudder, and then he was gone.
TO BE CONTINUED…