I had this idea after someone showed me the Daft Punk song, Touch. Now, normally I'm more of a Led Zeppelin kind-of-gal, but I liked this song a lot. This isn't a songfic, the concept was just inspired by it along with some of the other ideas swirling in my head. I do not own ANYTHING of Once Upon A Time. Hope you like the story and please review! Thanks!
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Touch
Belle
Belle couldn't quite remember the first time it happened; she hadn't even registered it at first. But after, shock set in, then desire. A longing to go back and replay the moment over and over.
His touch. The first accidental caress had sent her reeling into this madness. He was evil, he was wicked, he was scaled and clawed. But when his hand brushed against hers, none of that mattered. His skin was rough, but he acted gently. He had pulled his hand back, as if he was sorry to submit her to what should have been an unpleasant sensation.
Belle wouldn't say that she was in love. She definitely did not feel that sort of emotion for her captor, the Dark One. But she was attracted to him. She felt weak-kneed and dizzy when close to him. She would daydream of him and miss him, even if he was only on the other side of the room. She felt happiness, elation, joy when near him. The rush of emotions she felt when engaged in playful banter with the Dark One was enough to send her into a drunken bliss. Belle delighted in, savored, desired his company. But she couldn't—shouldn't—say that she was in love with Rumpelstiltskin.
Now whenever Belle handed Rumpelstiltskin his prized teacup, she would make sure that their fingertips brushed. She would place a hand on his shoulder whenever she glanced over his work at the spinning wheel. Belle half hated herself for her drive to feel the Dark One. As a girl, Belle would tease her love-struck companions and their overall girliness. The other half of her was too consumed with her drive to be beside Rumpelstiltskin. She would do whatever she could to feel him near her, to feel the roughness of his skin and the smell of his leather and the coolness of his silk.
Even if it meant flinging herself from a tall ladder.
I really hope you liked this story! I'm probably going to right another chapter from Rumpelstiltskin's point of view. I might not if no one ends up liking this chapter. Please review! Good or bad I don't care! BYYYYEEEE!