Belle smiled in the muted sunlight as she turned onto her side, tugging a little on her blue nightie which had twisted beneath her. Rumple shifted slightly but didn't wake. She propped her head up on her arm and used her other hand to pick a stray hair away from his face. He was sleeping with one arm above his head and one knee bent out toward her. He slept in a white t-shirt these days, which she thought was a shame. She would have preferred topless or one of those silk sets he used to wear. For a few more long moments, she just looked at him as he slept. She felt a little guilty waking him out of his peaceful state, but she was eager to start the day.
Softly, she slid her fingers down his cheek. "Rumple," she whispered and ran a finger over his bottom lip. He took a deep breath as he woke, smiled, but didn't open his eyes. "Good morning, Rumple." she said softly and leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
He turned his face toward her, eyes still closed "Is it morning already?" His voice was dry and he gave a little cough to clear his throat. His next words were a little more smooth "It can't possibly be morning yet."
"You might believe it if you'd open your eyes" she said, poking his shoulder.
"Perhaps you're right." He agreed and opened his eyes. He squinted a moment as he focused, and then he grinned at her. "Good morning, sweetheart"
She loved when he called her that, and he knew it. Her free hand traced a lazy trail, her eyes following, from his temple down over his chest and found her hand caught by his and held there. She could feel his heartbeat against her palm, slightly faster than it should have been, given that they were doing nothing but laying in bed. She looked across the pillows at him and found him staring rather intently at her. She knew that look, but she took her hand away and sat up. "It looks like it'll be a nice day." she said casually. It must have been a more interesting dream than she thought to have him looking at her like that so soon after waking.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position as well, frowning. "Surely the day can wait."
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I should go open the library."
He leaned forward and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. The corner of his mouth came up in a mischievous grin as he said, "You'd better not." and leaned in to nip lightly at her shoulder.
Her fingers laced into his tangled hair, gently encouraging him to continue. She considered just going with it as her husband's tongue flicked over her collarbone, his hands absently roaming down her sides and back. However, she abruptly removed her hand and leaned away from him. "Are you hungry? Maybe I should make breakfast." She made the suggestion of a movement toward the edge of the bed.
"Don't you dare, dearie." His voice was low and his eyes were dark. She was 'dearie' now, and that was always good.
"Are you sure? Maybe just some tea, then..." she turned away from him, though she had no intention of actually leaving the bed.
The suggestion had the intended effect. She found herself caught by the shoulders, spun to face her husband again and then pushed back into the pillows and lumpy bed sheets. He climbed on top of her, locking her legs together between his own as he straddled her thighs. "Not...thirsty." he growled as he took both of her hands in his and slowly lifted them over her head, holding them there firmly. He pressed a hard kiss against her lips and let go of her hands. She kept them in place over her head as he pulled back, dragging his hands down her body as he went, stopping at her hips for a moment to appreciate the view. "My Belle..." It was sweet, but there was possession in it. Normally, she would bristle at that, but in this context all it did was send her heart fluttering.
She appreciated her view just as much, though she wished he'd take off the t-shirt. Her eyes raked his body as if she could see through the offending piece of clothing. His thumbs were making light circles at her sides as he looked down at her, and she thought he might not even be aware of doing it. She bit her lower lip, wanting him to continue what he'd started. Wanting his hands to wander over her body as she knew he was imagining. "Rumple..." she pleaded quietly, arching slightly into his hands and trying to open her legs a little although they were pinned between his. She didn't even care where he touched as long as those clever fingers of his started moving again.
He made a noise like a hiss and growl together at the movement and plea before heavily laying his weight on top of her. He wasn't a large man, but it still compressed her lungs a little, and her breath left her in a little puff. His hands clasped over hers and he sealed their mouths together in a hungry kiss. In this position, she could feel that he was hard, pressing himself against her through layers of fabric. She writhed beneath him as his tongue danced behind her teeth, sending heat through her body which clouded her mind and gathered between her legs. When he broke the kiss, they were both breathless and panting. Belle tried to recapture his mouth but only managed to brush the tiniest bit of his lower lip. She tried again, but was distracted as his hands slid up her body, leaving the distinct tingle of magic wherever they touched. It was always a strange sensation when he used magic so close to her, but it usually ended in something pleasant. She smiled shyly as the result of this usage became clear...her clothes were gone. Where they had gone to, she had no idea, but she was naked beneath him.
"That's not fair" She pouted at him, squirming a little and anxious to get back to it.
"I don't play fair, dearie." His voice was softer than his words implied, and he moved against her, his erection rubbing between her legs even through the striped pants he still wore. "You know that."
She wanted so much more than he was giving her. Wanted his skin against hers. She lifted her hips up against him and moaned for him, begging wordlessly. Rumple's hands found her breasts, gave them a squeeze, and with little warning, he lowered his mouth over a nipple while his expert fingers circled and flicked the other. She arched in earnest, the sensation sending jolts through her body and into her core. "Oh!" she breathed, twisting her hands into the pillow above her and trying to get more friction between her legs. He continued to rub against her slowly, maddeningly. "Please..." She whispered. She felt him grin against her skin.
"What is it, Belle?" He looked at her with a gleam in his eye. "Is there something you want?" He ended this question by pushing her legs apart with his own and pressing down against her, biting his own lip.
She let out a frustrated moan beneath him and wished the lip between his teeth was hers. She couldn't stand it. "You." She said in something like a whimper. She made a motion to lower her arms - a request for permission. He considered her for a moment and nodded once. Her hands went straight to his face and pulled him into a frantic kiss, all teeth and tongue and breathlessness. Her hands continued down and grabbed the edge of his shirt, tugging ungracefully at it until she managed to pull it over his head. Once it was gone, her hands sought out every inch of him. Belle reached down and gently squeezed the insistent bulge in his pants. He bucked forward against the touch, eyes falling shut. She hastily undid the drawstring and pushed everything down. He helped kick the clothing off and then there he was, naked with her on their bed in the sunlight. She was reminded momentarily of how his skin used to shimmer in the light back in their land. She much preferred this. "That's better..." She trailed her fingers up and down his stomach and chest, nails touching lightly, and he shivered.
He leaned forward and started trailing kisses along her jaw, back toward her neck, and guided her hand down between their bodies until they reached his cock, where he wrapped her fingers around it and grazed his teeth against her shoulder. Belle began more softly than she knew he wanted, her other hand holding a loose grip on the back of his neck, telling him to keep going without saying as much. His hands explored her body, mouth catching every little noise she made. He gave her an almost-painful bite at her throat as he reached a hand down and slipped a finger into her without warning. She yelped in surprise, but was soon begging for more and he gave it to her. She writhed beneath him as he worked two fingers inside her and rubbed with his thumb just where she wanted it. He was rocking into her fist, eyes locked on her face, watching her go pink and hot with pleasure and the need for more of him. "Tell me what you want." His voice was quiet and low, his expression both predatory and pleading as his fingers continued to work her toward the inevitable.
She whimpered and squirmed, desperate for more of him. "You." she repeated breathily, stroking him in the way she new he liked, running her nails gently but insistently along his length once as she met his dark eyes. He hissed and jerked his hips. "I want all of you." She whispered. "Please..." And she lifted her hips for emphasis.
"Yes..." he breathed before abruptly removing his fingers, leaving her feeling decidedly empty and frustrated. But then he moved her hand away from him and she felt the head of his cock against her and she bit her lip, bringing her hands to his hips and pulling, wordlessly begging him to go on. With one smooth movement, he slid inside her and growled "Yes" again as she arched against him and moaned with pleasure.
He started slowly, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting fully inside again. She wished he wouldn't be so careful with her sometimes. She was more than ready for him. Soon, he lowered himself so that there was no room between them, supporting himself on his elbows as he kissed and bit at her neck, picking up the pace and thrusting harder. He slid a hand between their sweaty bodies and insistently rubbed and pressed at her clit, making her gasp and cry out. Her brain was reeling. There was nothing but the two of them and the feel of his body against and inside of hers. She knew she wouldn't last much longer. She clenched her fingers over his shoulder, and her other hand slid over his back until she reached his ass and she squeezed. She was teetering on the edge, whole body tense in anticipation. "Rumple..." she gasped into his ear, and moments later, her world vanished in light and sensation and she could hear herself making noises and didn't care as her nails dug into whatever flesh was under them.
She felt him lose control slightly, his rhythm becoming unsteady as he panted against her neck, a hand tangled in her hair almost painfully. "I'm..." he didn't finish his sentence. She felt him go rigid, movement fast and shallow, and then he was spilling himself inside her, adding to the superb fullness she already felt. Coming slowly down from her own climax, she relaxed her grip on him and kissed his shoulder where her nails had marked him as he rode out his own release, breath coming in short grunts until he went boneless and breathless on top of her, his full weight pressing her into the mattress. She trailed her hands up and down his sides and over his back as he gathered himself again. As he shakily pushed himself up on his arms, he kissed her tenderly. "My Belle..." and smiled before pulling out and rolling onto his back.
Belle turned onto her side and kissed his cheek. As much as she would have loved to just lay there with him, she pushed herself up and said, "I'll be right back." Rumple nodded and wiped his hair out of his face.
When she returned from her quick clean-up, Rumple was sitting up in bed, sheet loosely covering him from the hips down, still covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Good morning" he said, smiling, letting his eyes roam over her still-naked body appreciatively.
She smiled shyly back before sliding into bed beside him, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I would say so" she agreed.
After a few long, peaceful moments, he took one of her hands in both of his and asked, "So, what would you like to do today?"
She grinned and said "I think we've already done it," and kissed him playfully on the shoulder.
Rumple gave a small laugh at that. "Indeed." He paused. "Will you open the library today?"
She shook her head. "I don't think so. How about we go for a walk? In the woods?"
"Of course, my dear. Anything you'd like."
"But for now," she squeezed the hand below hers "I'm enjoying being right here." And she snuggled in a little closer to him, smiling happily.