The Cabinet

Belle was standing in front of the cabinet, attempting to sort out some of the overflowing drawers. The clean clothes had been moved from the bed to the chair and back to the bed entirely too many times, and she had decided to finally put them away. However, the clothes were really the last thing on Belle's mind. In fact, her mind was wondering to such subjects where clothing was not at all required.

Absentmindedly Belle picked up something dark and lacy from the clean pile. These were identical to the ones she was wearing, and she couldn't help but imagine Gold taking them off her. Throwing the panties into the draw with a sigh of frustration, Belle willed her mind to stop such inappropriate thoughts immediately. While indulging in that line of thought was rather enjoyable, there were many things that needed to be done.

It seemed, however, that the only type of thoughts that were willing to stick around where the ones involving precisely the lack of the aforementioned item of clothing and the presence of any sort of comfortable space or surface. Shaking her head as in an attempt to clear it, Belle slammed the drawers shut she looked questioningly at the cabinet making a mental list of where the newly stored items were located. Somewhere in that cabinet resided many useful items such as various undergarments, shirts, some writing utensils as well as things like scarves and belts and… Fuck. Why the fuck now. It's just the damn laundry. Belle was now staring the cabinet down as if had done something of a terrible nature to offend her. Which it did, of course, in her opinion.

Even angrier at herself for letting her thoughts wonder off again and uttering expletives, Belle turned around with the intentions of marching into the kitchen to take care of dishes while attempting to ignore the colorful scenes from the unruly imagination. That intention didn't last very long as the second she was facing away from the cabinet she was pushed back against it. Gold was pinning her arms down and laughing at her surprise.

However, Belle, who was just imagining a very similar situation, was not amused, and blushing deeply looked down to avoid eye contact. How in hell did he come in so quietly?! There was not much time for her to consider the question as he pulled her away from the cabinet and closer to himself, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and gently turning her head to face his. "What's the matter, dear?" Looking at Belle, his eyes darkened. Gold already knew the answer. Laughing again, his hand sliding down her back and giving her behind a firm smack, he mockingly added, "Besides, what language! You should know better, really."

Bracing herself against Gold, Belle breathed in sharply. All thoughts of laundry and dishes were now gone. Regaining his firm grip on Belle, Gold pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, "Where were we? Why don't you tell me what you want, hmm?" Instead of words Gold felt her mouth on his. Continuing to kiss her he slipped one hand under her shirt while clumsily pulling drawers open and blindly and unsuccessfully searching for anything that resembled rope, belts, scarves or even tape.

As Belle started to unbutton her shirt, Gold let out a low growl and decided that the damn cabinet and all its contents are useless at this point, making a mental note to reorganize it later. Giving it a good kick, he turned back to Belle, who was more than amused at the poor cabinet's predicament. But a few seconds later, both have already forgotten about the damn piece of furniture as Gold ripped Belle's shirt off and pushed her onto the bed.

(may or may not be continued at a later date).