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Belle is obsessed with her savior. She has Gold help her abduct the blonde sheriff, then encourages him to have a go too. Sick, twisted, dark fic with Emma noncon material and love-Triangle BellexEmmaxGold.
The Beauty the Sheriff and the Beast
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It had been weeks since the curse had been lifted and magic had been officially banned from their world. Their surroundings had remained the same just as they had remained the same magicless beings planet earth had made them become. The curse had worked and had gone, and left a tingling sensation in the former fairies and goblins who yearned for the emptiness of their souls to be filled. The ex-witches reached out in the early mornings for a touch of the sun's warm beams of light in a desperate attempt to extract what little energy they could. The ex-wizards too thought that magic could be found in natural elements and took long baths to fill their being with the power of the fluid.
Needless to say none of it worked for the magic had fully gone. Everyone was people now; no animals or odd trolls. Everyone had to work their way to a happy ending without the use of the 'supernatural'.
Belle turned on her side and gazed at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Ever since the curse had come to an end she had come to this morning routine of tossing and turning until it was ten o'clock and she would throw herself out of the bed melancholically. With a deep sigh and long slow strides she made her way out of the room and down to the kitchen where her partner stood with tea and coffee. It was a Sunday so he had no need to be at work. And as they were still in Storybrooke they lacked an active church. As soon as the spell had come to an end most of the formerly trapped citizens had made their way to Boston or beyond. This party included the nuns and priest, which left the church unattended and in a rather quick state of decay.
The dark-haired beauty wrinkled her nose as she greeted the man who so kindly had taken her in. "Morning." She said, voice hoarse enough to make her wince. She quickly downed the cup of tea he had given her and smiled. She instantly felt much better.
The man in front of her sipped from his cup of coffee while he leaned against the kitchen's counter. "Still not slept well, dear?"
She loved the sound of his voice. His rough Scottish accent never ceased to send shivers down her spine. "No." she silently admitted and averted her eyes. Despite not being able to view him she could tell he must be smirking, broadly.
"Are the dreams still haunting you?"
She hummed and nodded her head. The sound of his cane could be heard as the man approached, his bad leg slowing him down as he limped towards her. He then gently lifted her chin with his fingers until her eyes locked with his brown ones.
"I wish I could help you, Belle."
The honesty tainting his voice sounded odd. The man was clearly desperate to please his beauty but had not succeeded so after she had been rescued from the hospital. The secluded asylum that had held her imprisoned for all these years had not had as great as an effect on her mind as one would have thought. The sessions of doctors trying to make her believe she was crazy had made her uncomfortable and insecure but had not eradicated the memory of him, neither had they succeeded in tainting her mind with vile thoughts. She still remembered him. She still, in her own way, loved him.
And he had come to rescue her. This time as a man, not a creature. He had been someone she could love better than when his skin had been gold and his eyes the oddest shades. Not to mention that his teeth looked better this way too. The only shame she found in him was that he had switched from drinking tea to coffee and that he would stench of smoke at times. Whenever she caught him with a cigarette she would scold him for it and she could see his shame. But secretly she thought he looked attractive when he smoked, though she would not admit it out loud.
He had been more reformed in his attire than when he'd been the creature. The leather had made place for expensive smooth suits. His pants showed little less bulge but that was fine by her. She remembered his old name: 'Rumplestiltskin'. Some called him that way now the curse was broken. Belle would stick to it too, though whenever she saw it fit she would address him as 'Mr Gold'. For practical purposes she used both.
His behavior had changed dramatically as well. At first he had been stern and somewhat displeased. He reminded her of the beast by the way he would grit his teeth and lower or raise his voice. Now that the curse had gone she saw him a bit more gentle and shy. If he hadn't been able to remember his former lives and experiences he would have been the coward again he used to be before he obtained the Dark One's powers. Now he was a mingle and mix of all he'd been. He had the shyness and kindness of his original self, the odd humor of his dark self and the cunningness of his Storybrooke character. He was, so she knew, a rather amusing mix of himself.
And by God she wanted to sleep with him.
She did, in a way. They shared the same bed and occasionally he would scoop up close or she'd spoon him, but usually that was all. Belle counted herself rather frustrated because of a very stupid reason.
A rather silly and meaningless reason.
Or so she thought.
She sighed and closed her eyes. Gold took the empty cup from her and placed it aside, then hugged her and ran his fingers through her brown curls.
"Let's take this slow, dearie." He whispered.
"I am not mad." She whimpered against his fragile form. "I am not mad."
Rumplestiltskin Gold shushed her. "I know you're not. The nightmares will go."
He managed to ease her nerves but the comfort he provided did not solve the sharp pangs her heart received. She gripped his blouse firmly and fisted the fabric close.
"Archie helped a great deal." She said.
"Yes, he did." Gold whispered in her ear. His breath tickled her skin delicately.
"But my mind won't leave the thought, the memory."
"I know," Gold said again, this time his embrace tightened. "There's no magic for me to take it away."
"I know," Belle said with a faint smile, realizing that she was the one to 'own the knowledge' at this point. She loved it when they echoed each other. She pulled away just enough to lock eyes with him.
"But I am determined." She stated, and she could tell by the look in Gold's eyes he was wondering about what was going on inside her head.
Quickly she clarified her words. "Ever since you rescued me I could not stop thinking of her. I want her, more than ever."
Mr Gold's kind expression dropped as he was rather unsure what to make of his beloved's wishes. "She is our hero and leads her own life."
"She is my hero too." Belle corrected him idly. "She was the first kind face I saw in years. You don't know what it was like, Rumplestiltskin, to be locked up day and night in a grey cell with no sense of time or space. You don't know how it is to have people scold you and brainwash you. And then.. the solitude!" she gasped and ignored his painful expression. He had been pretty lonely himself but in her eyes it was hard to compare it with her own position. After all Gold had busied himself with his son, then with the curse, then with the savior, then with all of them at once. " Emma saved me." She rectified.
When the door had opened and the blonde sheriff had peeked around the corner to tell Belle to 'get out of here' the beauty had instantly felt electricity touch her heart and knew that her rescuer was someone special. And now that someone had been haunting her dreams for long enough. Belle desired the other lady who in her eyes was just as beautiful and courageous as she thought herself to be.
Granted, Emma was older and more experienced, but that would not withheld Belle. The dark-haired beauty wanted the town's sheriff like mad. The many attempts at sex with her former beast had been rather failing because her mind kept drifting to the blonde heroine. Instead of becoming more aroused and reaching her peak she would be overwhelmed with memories of the asylum, of Rumple when he had been a beast, of the many things she wanted to do to Emma but could not, of all the things she would never have.
Gone mood.
She glared at the man in front of her rather dangerously now.
"I want her begging me to satisfy her."
Rumplestiltskin's eyes had darkened and he caressed her cheek. "If it is Emma you want, then it is Emma you shall have."
Belle blinked. Had she heard his low mutter correctly? A wicked smile grew on her face. "You'd be willing to help me get her into bed? Just for once?"
The man hesitated and retracted his hand to place it inside his pocket. "Only once?' He mewled at her and she let out a small laugh.
"Of course you'd like the thought of it." She said with a smile. Her eyes sparkled and she instinctively knew she had not been looking as alluring for ages as she did now. She had not been this excited for a long while. "All right. I'll give you my deepest and darkest desire on a plate, Rumplestiltskin. I want Emma, forever. Just as I want you, forever. I want her groveling in pleasure. I want her submit to my wishes while I have you please her above me. I want so much."
She hardly realized how worked up she had become until she found Rumplestiltskin had her pushed against the wall, arms pinned above her head, and silenced her with a firm kiss. His dark eyes matched hers and his grin widened. "This I can do for you." He promised. "Belle, I've always wanted to see you happy." She could tell he was keeping quiet how he could profit from this situation if it were to occur. Belle quickly captured his lips in her own. He was considered a darn good kisser, and she was most definitely his equal. The kiss deepened and for a moment tongues met.
When the kiss finally broke Rumplestiltskin let go of her hands and turned away from her. He limped to the archway while Belle let her hands fall to her sides.
"She won't come on her own." The man stated hoarsely without looking at Belle. The beauty knew he was right. Emma finally had started to build a life and had often boasted about her virtuous existence. She had forsaken men and sex until she found the true one – both Mr Gold and Belle had flinched at this confession of hers- and was to 'refrain from any such teenage foolery' because she now had her son to care about and would maintain her position as a hero. She wanted to be the true example of parenthood.
There was no way she would come just to have sex with a desperate ex-asylum-patient and her fiancé. No way.
A wicked smile curled her lips. Belle had never been afraid to do what was needed to be done in order to reach her goals. She used to be all focused on becoming a hero. But now her focus was on becoming one with her hero. And as a result she would go to any length to reach her goal.
With a sparkle of mischief in her eyes she nodded at her lover. "I'll prepare the dungeon." Her words reached his ears and he mimicked her wicked smile. He had expected no less, she could tell. Their thoughts were often on one line. If their hero would not come willingly they would have to force her.
"I'll go and get some duct tape, love." Mr Gold said while he tried to suppress his amused smirk.
"And I'll arrange we can use my father's van." With a small movement of the head Rumplestiltskin Gold acknowledged her choice of transport and left his position in the archway. With him gone from the room, Belle leaned against the counter and gripped the edge of it hard with both hands. She bit her lip to keep from giggling. Soon, very soon, her fantasies would become real and her painful itch would be scratched. And all because her lover would do anything to please her. Anything.
She looked up at the ceiling and let out a deep throaty breath.
"You'll be mine, Emma." She whispered. "Mine."