Rumplestiltskin, for the first time in years, stayed in bed later than daybreak. He turned over to look at the woman who kept him trapped in her bed. Her brown hair was scattered across the pillow, her face slightly upturned to him. Her arm was thrown across this chest and her legs twined with his. Rumplestiltskin leaned down and kissed her upturned face,
"Good morning." He purred. Belle stirred and looked up at him with one bleary eye.
"Morning. Too early. Love you too." She muttered out before laying her head back against his side, resuming her soft snoring. Rumplestiltskin couldn't help but smile. Her declaration of love was a nice surprise but not unexpected. She'd certainly said it enough last night as he'd pounded deep into her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear,
"But Belle, it's morning. Mornings are good."
"Mornings suck." Rumple chuckled at her terminology and sleepy Belle smiled a bit as she felt the rumbling echo through his chest.
"But what if I kissed you awake?" asked Rumplestiltskin as he planted a small kiss on her forehead. Belle murmured,
"That'd be better."
"And if I were to kiss you awake and then make breakfast?"
"Then I'd actually consider getting up." She said, keeping her cold nose nuzzled into Rumplestiltskin's side. He leaned down and whispered,
"Deal." He kissed her face, her neck, her lips, her closed eyes, whatever he could reach. Belle giggled,
"Stop! That tickles!" she curled away from him. He chuckled,
"Be right back." He was gone in a purple puff of smoke and Belle smiled as she crawled over to the warm place where his body had lain and she lay down, quickly falling back to sleep.
Downstairs, Rumplestiltskin was completely confused. He hadn't made breakfast for anyone but himself for years. Belle had been cooking since the day she arrived. What did she like? Rumplestiltskin thought for some reason she wouldn't appreciate his traditional fair of a cup of ale and a hard biscuit. He clanged around the kitchen, grabbing pans and ingredients. If he didn't know what she liked, he'd just have to guess and make everything.
Almost two hours later, he proudly walked up the stairs with a loaded breakfast tray in hand. Slowly opening the door, he found his beautiful Belle sleeping sprawled across the bed. He walked over and quietly set the tray down. On an impulsive whim, he leaned over and licked the side of her face. Belle jumped and shouted a bit before falling backwards off the bed. Rumplestiltskin laughed,
"Your coordination hasn't improved, I see." He said with a grin. Belle grumbled up at him,
"If you had just woke me up like a normal person would…" He laughed again and helped her up onto the bed.
"Yes, but I made breakfast. Surely that has earned me a little fun." He said. Belle perked up at the mention of food. Rumplestiltskin brought the tray over and set it before her, "I didn't know what you liked, so…"
"This is wonderful!" she said happily. Belle dug into the scrambled eggs, eating some before abandoning them for a pancake, which she quickly polished off before devouring a sausage. Rumplestiltskin laughed,
"Hungry?"
"Ravenous. But then again, I hear excessive love-making does that to you." she said with a sly look up at him. He faked surprise,
"Excessive? No, I found it to be just the right amount." He leaned over and kissed his Belle, then joined her in their morning-after breakfast.