Summary: She was young, rich and beautiful. He was older, poor and most thought not much to look at. That is until the princess laid eyes on him and she knew she wanted him. Problem is there is also something dark lurking in the seemingly sweet young princess. She sends word to have the spinner brought to the castle. He is delighted to be finally spinning for royalty. But is spinning what the princess wishes from him?
In this story Rumplestiltskin isn't the Dark One, the curse of the Dark One is quite different and will be explained within the content.
A/N: This story has been in my brain for days and won't go away! I just have to write it down and I realized it was much more than a one shot so it couldn't go into my one shot project. Oh, in case nobody knows what that is...I'm going to work on a one shot project where I'll release a Rumbelle one shot every now and again under the same story title. I'm still working on the first one shot for that. But, this caught my brain, I began writing and yeah. I just realized this story would not be content at leaving it where I have. So, stay tuned for it.
Warning: There WILL be sex! This is rated M for a reason. Take heed dear readers. And I'd like to state I don't own Once Upon A Time or any characters. If I did...Rumple would be locked in my room and I would not be writing this lmao.
Read and enjoy!
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Chapter 1:
Not much intrigued the young princess of Avonlea, not anymore. During her youngest years she'd spent in libraries being educated about things most women of her time couldn't even comprehend. Politics, war, science, and history were her favorites. Any subject she could get her hands on. She used to be bright and bubbly, a happy young girl, and then something changed her. Changed her into something she wouldn't even recognize.
The thing that'd changed her was her marriage to the young knight Gaston. Her father had forced her into the union, and she turned to her books in desperation. In turning to her books, she uncovered something dark, a dark old magic, a magic as old as time itself. She'd sought this magic to save herself from her fates, save her from the man she was supposed to marry.
Of course, it didn't save her, not fully. All magic does come with a price after all, and now she felt almost trapped within herself. Oh it didn't save her from her marriage, not completely. She still wed to Gaston and had to endure him, but her new found magic set her apart from the rest, gave her a shell that she welcomed willingly.
In her life she felt empty, as though a piece of her were missing. She'd never felt this way before, but in her marriage she wasn't happy. Sure, Gaston was, but she was not. She loathed the man she was married to more than she'd care to admit. And she just knew another piece of herself was out there, somewhere, waiting to fulfill her and make her whole once more.
Things weren't right. She knew she was supposed to be his light in his darkness. Instead, darkness overcame her light, and she felt like she was drowning most of the time, drowning in a sea of blackness that overcame her as soon as she'd found the books about the oldest dark magic known to man kind.
Perhaps she were going crazy, going mad in her marriage to the knight. She dreaded her father passing on the throne, then she would become Queen, it wasn't something she desired, not at all.
Riding through town on their way back from church that afternoon, she looked outside the carriage window with a sigh. Thankfully she didn't ride with her husband, he'd been busy at some meeting of sorts, and she just rode with one of her maids.
Watching the townspeople boredly, Belle let out a sigh, leaning against the ledge as she blinked, her eyes falling upon a shop where a man worked just outside. Holding one hand up, her maid saw her and told the driver to stop, causing the carriage to stop just by the small shop. Looking up at the name of it, seeing that it was a spinning shop.
So, the man was a spinner.
Her eyes looked over him from the cover of her carriage, and his eyes turned up to meet it there. Certainly he couldn't see inside, but she could see him.
"Is something wrong m'lady?" the maid asked with concern.
"Who is that man?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. Why did she even care? He was a penniless spinner, what did it matter to her?
The maid sat up and looked out the window, blinking and shrugging. "A spinner I suppose.."
Something stirred inside her as she watched the mans brown eyes glass over with curiosity at the royal carriage sitting there. He was several years her senior, that was for sure, and he had the best brown eyes she'd ever seen. His face had stubble like most peasants, but it was not a full beard. And he was of average height it seemed with short messy brown hair atop his head.
Oh not much intrigued the young princess anymore, but something within her said this man intrigued her. And she just had to have him. For what, she wasn't completely sure yet.
Turning to look at her maid slowly. "Have him brought to the castle this afternoon."
Her maid looked shocked. "Are you certain?" she asked. When Belle gave her a stern look, she nodded. "Aye, m'lady." she replied. Leaning to open the door on her side, she stepped out to go speak to a guard.
When the maid got back into the carriage, Belle looked at her slowly.
"Its done, m'lady. He'll be at the castle shortly after us..." she said.
Belle nodded, glancing out of the window to see a guard walk up to the spinner and say something to him. "Good." she said, leaning back and chewing on her bottom lip. She had to figure out what it was about that man that made something flutter in her. Many wouldn't call him overly handsome, not women who cruised around in her circles anyway. Besides, he was a peasant and seemingly quite a few years her senior. But when her eyes laid upon him, something stirred deep inside her and she just had to know him, had to speak to him. She felt drawn to the peasant spinner. She would surely find out tonight.
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A Few Hours Later
They'd of course arrived at the castle in time, and she'd been told the spinner she requested was waiting for her in one of the many rooms of the castle. She didn't go straight to him, and she'd been told that he seemed quite confused as to why he was there. She'd given the orders to have him be given food and drink while she'd consulted her books.
The one book she needed held nothing she needed to know, and she closed it, frustrated. Picking it up, she stared at the old leather bound cover. The book was so old, probably one of the oldest ever known, written in the original language that few people could understand. Of course she could understand it, she could understand many languages, she'd had the best tutors in Avonlea growing up. And, growing up with her thirst for knowledge helped.
Looking over the cover, she sighed slowly. The title on the book read "The Dark One" and it'd been the very book she learned bits of magic from. It spoke of a creature that was a beast, a monster that could kill endlessly if he wished using magic. And it spoke of his beauty, his light that held him back from the darkest sides of himself. It was a record of the oldest tale in the world, a tale of two cursed souls destined to be together, a true love of sorts. A twisted true love.
The book held the stories, some magic tomes that opened up what had to be a magical side of her she'd never known existed before this book entered her life. She'd convinced herself that she was supposed to be one of the characters in this story. Could it possibly be that she was the beast, the darkness? Perhaps she'd gotten her symbols mixed up in reading the text. She sure felt dark most days now, she felt like people were expendable. Maybe if she found this other part of her that she knew she was missing, maybe then things would be clear.
A sigh came from her lips as she shook her head, resting the book down on the desk in her bedroom and opening a drawer with a key. Sticking the book in and hiding it, not quite locking it yet though.
Walking up to the full length mirror in her room, she reached up to pull the pin from her hair, letting her long chestnut curls fall over her shoulders. Reaching over to rest the pin on the vanity just nearby and moving her hands up, fluffing her curls up. She was a beautiful woman alright, she knew that, people always told her, spoke of how she was the beauty of Avonlea.
Her long dress that fell to the floor hugged her curves in just the right ways. The dress was a soft blue, the neck wide with the sleeves fallen off her shoulders. Gold trimmed the neck of the dress, and the sleeves went down her arms, gold around the cuffs as well. The bodice lace was a golden color too, tying behind her and the fabric fell to the ground to spool around her feet.
Running her hands up, she slowly took the earrings from her ears, placing them down and her fingers ran down the side of her neck, touching the beautiful golden necklace at her neck that fell down, a brilliant blue sapphire dangling just above her cleavage. Touching the stone, she sighed and closed her eyes before she reached back to take it off, resting it off to one side with her earrings.
Turning to her desk, she opened the drawer again and reached within it, slowly taking a dagger from the drawer. Bringing it up, she looked at the curved blade that had ornate decorations engraved on the blade itself. Turning it to look at the face of it where it was mostly blank except for one name, her own. Her name was engraved beautifully on the side of the blade closest to the hilt, and after her name there was a "&" symbol with a long blank space where another name should fit. Staring at the blade, she bit her bottom lip.
"Is this spinner the one?" she asked, gripping the hilt of her blade as she stared at it. No answer came to her of course and she sighed, considering bringing it with her to meet the spinner. Maybe then things would be clear. Shaking her head, she rested it back into the drawer, closing it and locking it with the key. Running her fingers along the keyhole, magic sealing it before she moved to put the key in her bedside table.
It was time to meet the spinner.
Taking in a deep breath, she walked out of her room and started towards where she'd been told the spinner was kept. It was at least three hours since he'd been brought there, the sun was starting to set over Avonlea and the cloak of night would overtake the county soon enough.
Walking down the steps gracefully towards where he was being kept, her heart beating faster as she walked, getting closer to him. And once she was outside the door she felt as though her heart were nearly beating out of her chest. Taking in a deep breath, she reached to open the door and step in, closing it behind her.
He sat in one of the chairs in the room looking around with a bored expression. Of course it couldn't be too fun for him sitting there. When the door opened, he looked up to the beauty that walked in, the Princess herself. Sure, everyone knew the princess, but no peasant got this close to her before.
She looked him over, her eyes scanning him. He looked just as he did in town, he was only a bit taller than her and did look older, she wasn't quite sure how much older. And he wore a simple white tunic with white pants that were both dirty and faded with brown boots that looked as though they'd seen better days.
"How old are you?" her voice said, looking him up and down with curiosity in her brilliant blue eyes. Her voice was soft as her eyes moved up to meet his.
He seemed nervous, and he was. Taking in a breath as he looked at her. "I...I am thirty-seven years majesty..." he said, his voice thick with his Scottish accent that made her insides tremble.
Slowly she nodded as she stepped up to him, looking up at his face. "And your name is?"
"Rumplestiltskin..."
Another nod came from her as she crossed her arms slowly across her chest so she wouldn't reach out to touch him. "Quite a strange name. I like it though. You are a spinner in town, I presume?"
He nodded slowly. "Aye, m'lady..." he answered, watching her curiously, still wondering what the Princess of Avonlea could want from him. He was just a poor spinner, one of many in town surely. He was dying to come out and ask her, ask why he was there. But, she was a princess, he was a peasant, he had no right to address her without being asked. Really, he'd never thought he would ever stand in the same room as the young, beautiful woman.
"I quite like your accent. Where are you from...Rumplestiltskin?" she asked.
When his name rolled off her tongue it sent shivers through him, made the hair on the back of his neck stand on ends in a good way. It caused the breath to catch in his throat as he looked down at her. She was a bit shorter than him, and he wasn't a tall man to begin with, either. "Many thanks, m'lady. I hail from Glasgow, Scotland majesty..."
She nodded a little, crossing her arms across her chest. "Quite a journey from Glasgow. Can't say I've ever been. What brought you to Avonlea?"
"Work, majesty. I needed to find a job to care for my family..."
Her fingers gripped her arms a little when he mentioned a family. Of course he had a family, most men did. "Family? What sort of family?"
"A wife and son, majesty..." he said slowly. Yeah he was married but it wasn't anything particularly wonderful. Truthfully his wife Mila despised him and their life together, and she was never silent about it. They were an arranged marriage when they were both very young and forced into it. The best thing to come from their marriage was their son Baelfire.
Nodding a little, Belle slowly walked around to his side. Reaching up, she brushed her fingers through his hair to brush it behind his ear, looking up at his face. It sent a tingle of electricity through her to touch him and she wanted to do it again. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, to feel him pulled flush against her.
The thoughts spinning in her mind made her shudder and pull her fingers back, caressing her hand in her other one as she glanced off to one side, trying to collect herself. What was it about this man that made her want him so? She wanted him in ways she'd never imagined she could, he made something stir within her.
She wasn't the only one whose mind was spiraling. Rumplestiltskin felt the same electricity at her touch, it made him grip his hands into tight fists in order to continue standing still. Looking over at her, seeing the way she looked away, he took in a deep breath. "A-Apologize m'lady...but...but might I ask why I was brought here?"
Looking back at him, she took in a breath and nodded a bit. "How learned are you, Rumplestiltskin? Can you read and write?"
"A little..."
Nodding a bit, she knew not many of the peasants were illiterate. "What do you know of the legends of the Beauty and the Beast?" she asked curiously.
"Not much m'lady...its a fairy tale I know. A beautiful woman tames a man who is said to be untamable..." he said, watching her curiously.
A chuckle came from her lips as she shook her head. "Such simple telling of it.." she said, looking down. "There is much more to that tale than people say. And it is not a simple fairy tale." she said, turning her eyes up to look at him. "It is the truth. A tale as old as time itself, magic as old as time itself. Can you, a simple spinner, even comprehend such a thing? A magic so strong, so deadly..."
Watching her, he was confused. "I know of magic, Princess. Magic isn't something to be messed with."
"Perhaps not..." she said with a shrug. Looking at him, she crossed her arms across her chest tightly in attempt to do something with her hands. "Its addicting, magic. You know...the tale of the beauty and the beast says that the beast was overwhelmed by magic...a dark, dark magic. And she saved him from that, it is their curse to bare together."
"You shouldn't play with dark magic, majesty..." he whispered slowly, looking at her. His eyes met hers and he took in a breath. They were quite a brilliant blue color.
She gave him a small smile. "Some people...have no choice in the matter.." she said in a soft whisper. Stepping up to him so she stood just inches from him as she looked up into his brown eyes. "You have a job here at the castle...if you'd like it, Rumplestiltskin. I assure you'll be well paid, quite better paid than you would in that shop of yours..." she said, the subject changing in an instant.
Though he heard her, he wasn't sure he heard the right words, he must have been mishearing something. "Pardon? You're going to give me a job? What...type of job?" he asked, wondering what she could possibly want with him.
A giggle came from her at his question, shrugging a little. "Spinning of course." she answered, keeping her eyes up on his, locking his gaze with hers. "Unless you don't want it..." she said. Slowly she unfolded one arm from her chest, reaching up to run her fingers along his shoulder, her eyes following her fingers before looking back up at his face. She just had to touch him, she felt as if she didn't touch him than she'd explode.
Taking in a deep breath, she could smell him with how close she stood. He smelled of the forest and something unmistakably him, unmistakably male. She delighted in his scent in ways she never did her husbands. Closing her eyes halfway as she turned her eyes up to look into his, slipping her fingers up his shoulder and running her fingertips along the side of his neck. "You intrigue me, Rumplestiltskin. Not many people can do that. In fact none can quite intrigue me like this. I wonder why..."
He gulped slowly, feeling her smooth fingertips along the skin of his neck making his pulse quicken. She was a very, very beautiful woman that he knew, and he'd be a fool if he wasn't attracted to her. Her standing this close almost suffocated him with want to touch her, to feel her, to grab her shoulders and crush her to him in a way he'd never felt with his wife. And he instantly felt guilty about it.
"I...I don't know...m-m'lady..." he muttered slowly, attempting to keep his instincts in control. What was it about this woman that was driving him mad?
Another smile came over her as she watched his brown eyes darken with desire at her touch. Leaning up slowly, she leaned close to his ear before she whispered softly. "You know...I like a man that can take what he wants, Rumplestiltskin. And I'll have you know, my name is Belle. Its just us here, why the formalities?" she asked in her soft whisper. Leaning back down so she could look up into his eyes.
He gulped slowly at her words, a shudder running down his spine as he slowly moved his hands up. Resting his hands on her forearms, slowly gripping her tightly through the fabric of her dress, making sure not to hold her too tight, though. Looking down at her, he pulled her up so her chest was flush against his, her face just inches from his. Leaning down, he claimed her lips with his in a hard, almost crushing kiss.
A groan came from her as she let her eyes fall closed once his lips touched hers. Her fingers rest against his chest as she leaned up on her toes a little to press close to him. Tilting her head to one side slowly as she kissed him, deepening the kiss slowly.
They both felt something as their lips moved against one anothers. His tongue moved out to touch along her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to comply, her tongue moving out to meet with his, to taste his mouth even better. Their tongues moved along each other as though they were old friends reunited after so long apart.
Wiggling her arms free from his grasp to move her arms up and around his neck, pulling him even closer, leaning up more on her toes so she could be more level headed with him.
And once his hands let go of her arms, moving down to slowly cup her ass, bringing her up close to him as he gripped her.
Gently she shifted to step backwards, pulling him with her so her lips didn't break the connection with his. Her butt hit against the table that was in the room that he'd been eating from just earlier. And he took the hint. Hoisting her up so she sat against the desk and she could feel the sheer strength in his arms, the strength of a man who worked hard for a living. Shifting her legs spread and bringing him up in-between them, her dress still in the way of him being too close to her.
It was like everything happened at that moment, a dam burst within both of them at the feel of lips on lips. He became quite a bit bolder than he had before. His hands slid up and down her back slowly as he broke the kiss, leaning to start tracing kisses along her jaw and down the side of her neck.
Her smell was intoxicating, her skin was oh so smooth under his lips. She felt like soft velvet against him and smelled of lavender, vanilla and roses all mixed together.
His lips traced along her shoulder before he leaned up to claim her lips again. One hand moved up to tangle within her hair, gripping her chestnut curls in his hand. His mind was spinning. Was he really standing here, kissing the Princess of Avonlea, the most beautiful woman in the provence? It must be a dream, some sort of amazing dream he'd wake up from to find his wife laying beside him in their bed. He'd never felt this kind of passion for the woman he shared a life with.
Sparks ignited behind her eyelids from his kisses, a soft moan coming from her lips. Her fingers slid up and started to pull at the ties to his tunic. Once she got the ties undone, she reached down to unbuckle the belt around his waist atop of the garment. Pushing it off, she pulled the tunic loose and leaned back from the kiss to pull it up and off, tossing it to one side of the room.
Looking up at him, her eyes studying his chest. He wasn't the overly muscular type, he was more slim but handsome all the same. Leaning forward, she gently kissed the middle of his chest, closing her eyes halfway as her lips tasted his skin. Slowly she kissed to his right nipple, taking the small bud into her mouth, running her tongue along it, hearing the man it belonged to gasp and moan out.
Smiling, she leaned back from his chest, leaning up to claim his lips again. Feeling his hands move down her back over the ties of her bodice, his fingers played with one of the ties, almost asking permission. Smiling, she nodded against his kiss. "Do it." she whispered into his lips. "Please do it, Rumple.." she muttered.
At her words, he pulled at the ties of her dress, pulling it loose and leaning back from the kiss to help her pull the dress down. It was a lot fancier than anything his wife wore, and to him it wouldn't look nearly as good on Mila as it did on Belle. It definitely wouldn't look as good coming off, either.
Belle shifted the dress down, shifting up as he helped get it past her butt and letting the fabric fall to the ground, kicking her feet a little to get the fabric off. Moving her feet to push her shoes off before she laid back on the table, bringing her long legs around his waist, pulling him up against her.
A moan came from her as she felt how hard he was for her. It made her grip him tighter, her knee moving up a little as she pulled him close to her core. Tilting her head back against the table, closing her eyes as she moaned out. "Rumplee..."
Taking in a breath, she opened her eyes halfway, glancing over at the door. Holding one hand up, pointing at it so the door would magically lock and seal. The spell she spun went along the walls, soundproofing the room, too. She didn't want any disturbances right then. Looking up at him with a small smile, seeing his eyes were everywhere at the same time.
She was nearly naked in front of him except for the white cotton panties she wore. Bras weren't too in fashion yet, most of the time the bodice held them in place. "Like what you see?" she asked, shifting her hips to rub herself against him a little.
Resting his hands on the table at either side of her, he let out a moan at the feel of her grind against him like that. Nodding slowly, he leaned down to kiss her belly button, running his tongue against her taut skin, looking up at her face. "Aye...I do. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, Belle...you must know that..." he said. Running his hands to run his fingers along her sides slowly, feeling her skin.
Her skin was velvety smooth while his was rough from work. He had the hands of a worker no doubt, his skin was rough and calloused in places. But, she didn't mind it, she loved the contrast between their skins.
Slowly he placed soft kisses along her belly, kissing up in a line from her belly button to the middle of her breasts. He wanted to kiss every single inch of her, touch every inch of her skin because who knew when he'd wake up. He wanted all of her, every single bit of her.
Shuddering a bit as she looked up at him. Resting her hands on the back of his neck, moving her fingers up to intertwine with his hair, gripping it slowly as she pulled him up to her. Leaning to claim his lips again, shuddering again slowly at the contact. Every bit of her skin that touched his felt like it was on fire for more and more. Her whole body wanted him, and she wasn't sure where it was coming from, but she was alright with it.
Gently he leaned back from the kiss, reaching to slip his fingers along her sides, hooking them in her underwear and pulling them down her long legs, letting them drop to the floor. The sight of her made his pants painfully tight. Looking up at her face, swallowing a little. "A-Are you sure about this...m'lady?" he asked slowly.
She let out a sigh at what he'd called her. Leaning to sit up, she kissed his bottom lip. "If you call me m'lady or majesty one more time then no. My name is Belle. Please, Rumplestiltskin. Its just you and me here, nobody else." she said, her hands moving to cup his face, rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs. "I want you. I don't want a facade, a fake self. I want who you are.." she told him, kissing his bottom lip slowly.
Listening to her voice, he let out a sigh, resting his hands on her elbows and kissing her top lip in response, brushing his nose against hers and closing his eyes just halfway. "Is...is this what you brought me here for?"
She blushed and leaned back, letting her hands fall from his face and shaking her head. "No. I'm not sure why I brought you here. I just...I saw you and felt something. I haven't felt something in years, Rumplestiltskin. I haven't felt a thing since my marriage. And...and when I looked at you, I felt things. I felt something stir inside me. Why are you analyzing this right now?" she asked.
Slowly moving her hand down to untie his pants, sliding one hand into them and moving to grasp his hardened length, causing him to gasp and close his eyes at the feel of her hand on him. Her free hand slowly pushed his pants down as she stroked him with one hand. If he wasn't standing at full attention before, he surely was now.
Leaning up, she kissed along the side of his neck and to his ear, nibbling on it slowly. "Make me feel, Rumple. Please." she whispered.
He let out a slow sigh of contentment at the feel of her against him. Shifting his feet to push out of his shoes as he rest his hands on her shoulders. Gently pushing her back so she laid back against the table. Climbing onto it, he moved his hands down to rest on her thighs, pulling her legs tighter around his waist.
At first he was hesitant. He'd never felt like an exceptionally good lover when it came to Mila. She seemed to view sex with him as a necessary evil, and they rarely ever were together like that anymore.
Slipping his hand down to gently cup her, his fingers moving over her folds and feeling her wetness, feeling how slick her folds were, hearing her moan at his touch. Slowly he slid one finger easily inside her, feeling her tight passage grip his finger, making him moan in and of itself. "G-Gods...you're so wet..."
Wiggling her hips slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Please...I need you. I feel like I'll explode if I don't have you..." she whispered slowly, desperately.
His fingers slid from her, moving to take ahold of himself and position against her opening. Taking in a breath, he pushed his hips forward. Letting himself go, he rested both hands on the table at either side of her head with a loud moan at the feel of the tip of him push inside her.
Just that little bit felt better than anything he'd ever felt before, it felt like heaven, and he could understand her now about feeling something. Slowly he pushed his hips forward to sheath himself fully in her wet warmth, lowering his head to rest his forehead against her shoulder, closing his eyes tightly. Being held within her felt like heaven, it felt so perfect.
"B-Belle.." he moaned.
"Rumple!" she replied. Moving her arms around his neck, she moved her fingers to grip his back a little. Closing her eyes tightly, bright lights flashed behind her eyes at the feeling of it. She felt like she would burst.
Tilting her head back against the table, she shifted her hips to thrust against him, wanting desperately for him to move a little. And he complied, starting to move his hips to thrust in and out of her, his fingers gripping at the table underneath them.
Her fingers gripped his back, nails scraping along his skin as she moaned out, feeling him move inside her. She'd never given herself to any other man besides her husband, and she'd only done that because it was the necessary evil of being married. Gaston repulsed her and the act of sex was never something she enjoyed. Truthfully whenever she had sex with Gaston she'd just hope it ended soon. But, being here underneath Rumplestiltskin, she never wanted it to end. The sensations he caused through her body with each thrust of his hips set her afire.
Leaning her head up, she claimed his lips with hers in a hungry kiss, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip to get him to open them. Once his lips parted, she kissed him more fully, pressing her tongue into his mouth to taste him. Never had she even thought to put her tongue in Gaston's mouth, she didn't revel at the taste of him the way she did Rumplestiltskin. The spinner was like an addiction she was quickly acquiring a taste for.
His tongue moved out to press along hers slowly, mingling with hers in an almost fight for dominance. Finally he won the battle, their tongues retreating back into her mouth as he explored her.
And in a moment he leaned back, breaking the kiss, causing her to whine. Hearing her whine, he thrust his hips harder so she'd gasp and moan out. Tilting his head to kiss her ear. "Moan for me, my beauty. Moan my name. Scream it. You're mine, Belle. Scream it." he whispered in hushed breaths, not even sure where the words were coming from since they were almost automatic.
Placing slow kisses down the side of her neck, his hands moved off the table to rest on her sides, running up and cupping her breasts, feeling her soft smooth skin in his hands, his thumb tweaking her nipples slowly.
"G-Gods! Rumple! Rumple-stilt-skin!" she moaned out loudly, tilting her head back, knowing nobody else could hear them, but at that moment she didn't care. Pressing her head against the table, she bit her bottom lip while she moaned out, her legs gripping his waist. "F-Faster! Faster, Rumple! Harder!" she moaned.
But he purposely slowed down his thrusts, gritting his teeth in effort not to pound himself into her. "You...you know what I want. Scream it."
She whined, gripping his back tightly. Oh his back would have scratches on it when they were over, that was for sure. "I-I'm yours! Gods Rumple, you bastard! I'm yours! Pleaseee move faster..."
A smirk formed over his lips as he thrust his hips harder and faster than he'd been doing before. Resting his hands on the table at either side of her and bringing himself up a little so he could look down at her through half closed eyes. She was the best sight he'd ever seen, especially like this, writhing underneath him, moaning, panting, her hips thrusting to meet his. And knowing it was him that put the look of pure pleasure on her face made him swell with a sort of male pride.
She could feel something build up within her and it made her movements more urgent to reach whatever it was. She'd never really had a climax with Gaston. She'd always been too busy thinking about how she wished it was over. So, she wasn't too sure what it felt like, that this building up.
Slowly her fingers slid over his shoulders and down his arms to grip him there as she moaned out loudly, moaning out jumbled versions of his name, bits and pieces of the syllables rolling off her tongue.
As his hips thrust, the feel of him moving in and out of her like that was slowly pushing her over the edge. She moaned out loudly, nearly screaming as she fell over the peak of her climax, hitting hard, making her entire body shudder and tremble with the force. Her eyes closed tightly and her mouth fell open just a little bit.
Her already tight walls tightened even more around his length, making him grit his teeth with effort to hold back his own climax. He wanted her to ride out her own before he hit his. Shifting up a little, his hands moved to take ahold of her thighs. Slipping his fingers up to grasp her knees, pulling her legs up so they went over his shoulders, her heels resting at the back of his neck, giving him an even better angle than he'd had before.
The movement, combined with her climax, made her feel so, so good. Her whole body shuddered as she moaned and screamed out her pleasure. Her fingers had to let his arms go, so she rest her hands flat on the table, her fingers gripping at the wood beneath her. "O-Oh gods yes! Yes! F-f-faster!" she moaned out, feeling his length hit something deep within her she hadn't even known existed.
Her eyes rolled back beneath closed lids as white lights fluttered behind them as she felt him thrust hard and fast inside her. Chewing on her bottom lip slowly, muffling her moans a little, she breathed hard. "C-C-Come, Rumple! Gods please..." she muttered without realizing that she was even speaking.
Hearing her words, he thrust hard inside her, hearing skin slap against skin as he moved, mixed with moans from them both, small screams coming from the woman beneath him. Thrusting in hard, pressing all the way inside her to hit his own climax, spilling his seed deep inside her.
The feeling caused her toes to curl as she screamed out, arching her back a little, grinding her heels into the backs of his shoulders hard, her fingers gripping at the table to no avail. White lights exploded behind her closed eyes, biting her bottom lip as she shuddered. And she felt something, something different and knowing about this. Her body knew his she was sure.
Slowly slipping her legs down from his shoulders, his arms catching them as he held her, breathing hard on top of her.
She shuddered, biting her bottom lip as she saw flashes of images behind her eyes. Memories of him, his face, always near her wearing various different types of clothing in different environments. She shuddered hard at the strength of each wave. Arching her back and tilting her head back slowly as she saw him. And thats when she knew; he was her beast, the one that should share her curse with her. She'd loved him a thousand times before, and she'd love him thousands more times.
As each memory settled down, she took in a breath as she lowered her back against the wood underneath her, opening her eyes just halfway. Each memory was but an image, a picture taken within each bit. Images of him smiling at her, of him on top of her, of him sitting at a desk, of him sleeping in the same bed next to her. And she wondered if he saw them too.
Smiling up at him as he opened his eyes, seeing him return her soft smile with one of her own. Slowly he lowered her legs so they were around his waist, still joined intimately with each other. Leaning down, he brushed his nose against hers and kissed her gently. Slipping his hands along the table so his arms moved underneath hers, picking them up a little.
She responded by moving her arms around his neck, leaning up and kissing him back, closing her eyes halfway. Running her fingers along the back of his neck just gently, slipping her fingers up into his hair. "That was...amazing..." she whispered slowly.
Nodding in agreement, he kissed her as he held close to her. "It...it was." he said, panting just softly. A sheen layer of sweat covered both of their skins. His skin was tanned and looked so dark next to her pale velvety skin.
She was dying to ask him, to ask if he'd seen, if he remembered, but she wasn't sure. Chewing on her bottom lip, she rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes halfway. "Did...did you see it?"
"See what?" he asked lazily as he leaned back to kiss the side of her neck. Shifting to slowly pull himself out of her, shuddering a little and moving to lay next to her against the table. There was barely enough room for the both of them to lay there.
Shifting slowly, Belle laid on her side, cuddling up into his side as she felt his arm move around her shoulders, looking up at his face as she rest her chin against his chest, her hand just next to her head. "Memories?"
He shook his head and took in a deep breath, running his fingers along her shoulder and arm slowly. "No." he said, looking down at her face. "What kind of memories?"
Sighing a little, she pouted and shook her head, resting her cheek against his chest. "Nevermind it." she said. Running her fingers along his chest, drawing small patterns on his skin. "I've never felt so amazing..." she whispered, glancing up at his face. "Come stay in the castle, Rumplestiltskin. Take the job I offer..."
Looking down at her, he sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Is this the job you wanted me to do, Princess?" he asked, a strange hint of anger in his voice at the idea. For some reason he wasn't content with just being an employee to her, and he didn't want to be paid for sex. That was just dirty. Besides, he was still technically a married man. No, he wanted her to be with him because she wanted to be, not because she liked the sex. Though, the sex was amazing, and he'd love to be with her again and again, but not for a job, not like that.
Hearing him, she pouted and shook her head. "No, its just a bonus." she said with a smile, looking up at his face and leaning to kiss him softly. "This was because I wanted to." she said. Shifting and sitting up a little, one hand resting on the table to hold her up as she looked down at him. "I told you...I wasn't sure what drew me to you. Its not like that, Rumplestiltskin. Its not a job. But...but I don't want you to leave, I want to be able to see you again. How else can I if you don't work in the castle? I'm not in town often you know.."
Looking up at her, he ran his hand up her side. Gently moving his hands to take her hips, tugging her over. And she moved to sit up on top of him, straddling him and looking down at his face with a smile. "Say it again."
She laughed a it. "Say what again."
"That you want me...that you don't want me to leave..."
Smiling, she ran her fingers along his chest as she looked down at his face. "I want you, Rumplestiltskin. I don't want you to leave. I want you over...and over...and over again." she said. Shifting her hips a little to grind against him a little, causing him to moan, his hands moving to rest on her hips.
"Mm, love, I need to recover for a bit." he said.
Giggling a bit, she leaned down to kiss him before she sat back up, brushing her hair over one shoulder as she looked down at him. "You're not just a job, Rumple. You're more than that. But I need you to accept a job here...please..."
"What of your husband?" he asked, looking away a little, his hands still resting on her hips.
She sighed, reaching to rest one hand on his cheek, moving his face so he'd look up at her again and giving him a small smile. "My husband is a buffoon and idiot. Its an arranged marriage, he's too much of a dolt." she said with a sigh. Letting his face go and looking down at his chest. "I'm not sure what else we could do other than you working here in the castle..." she said, her eyes raising to look at his face. "You could have a good, comfortable life here...with me." she suggested, almost a little afraid he'd turn her down. After all, he did have a wife and child.
Rubbing her hips slowly, nodding as he listened to her. "And of my family? Belle, I don't see how this could work.."
"But it could!" she protested with a small pout. "There are servants quarters here in the castle, on the grounds..." she said with a sigh, starting to shift to move off of him, slipping down off the table and grabbing her underwear, slowly pulling it on. "Its no matter...you have your wife. I forget some people get to marry for love..."
Looking after her he sighed, reaching to rest one hand on her shoulder as he sat up. Shifting to sit at the edge of the table, pulling her back into his chest as he moved his arms around her waist, running his fingers along her stomach. Kissing the back of her ear slowly as he held her, shaking his head. "Not always. Mine was not for love. I was married very young, she even younger. She was promised to me when she was born. She detests me. If we did not have a son...I would run away with you in a heart beat. I would leave this province, take you where I could make you my wife." he whispered softly, nuzzling his nose against her ear.
Closing her eyes halfway, she cuddled into his back and rest her hands over his, gripping them a little. "Please...take the job I offer...come to the castle, bring your family if you must..." she said, turning her head and looking back at him, closing her eyes halfway. "I cannot go back to not feeling anything, not now that I've found you..." she said.
Moving in his arms so she faced him, moving her arms up around his neck and leaning her forehead against his. She could easily make him remember them, make him know. But, she wasn't sure she wanted to bring him into the same curse she shared. Her soul had loved his through this curse for thousands of years, and she wasn't sure she wanted him to suffer in the darkness with her. She hoped she could be content with just having him without the cursed bits.
Nodding slowly, he smiled as he kissed her slowly. "Aye, I shall take the job m'lady." he said as he kissed her again slowly, running his fingers up and down her back. The job would surely provide better for his family, it might make Mila happy to live within the castle walls.
Belle smiled, leaning and kissing his bottom lip. "Good. I'm glad to have you aboard." she said, running her fingers along his shoulders.
His arms moved around her, pulling her up close to him, her chest flush against his as he leaned to kiss along one of her shoulders. He never thought he'd be this happy, and he was happy with her, feeling her close to him like this. He wanted every little piece of her to be his, but for now he would settle for what he could have.
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A/N: Fin! :-). The next chapter will be up hopefully soon. I'm going to go between working on a chapter for this one, and for my other one A Different Tale.
I hope ya'll enjoyed! Read and review, let me know what you think.
