Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own OUAT or its characters. Just borrowing, because I'm bored and need something to write to entertain myself :D

Tags: *Belle, *Rumpelstiltskin, *Angst, *Smut, *a little fluff, *The Dark One doesn't play nicely, *Things may get a little rough, *Belle soothes her beast, *AU post 04x12 Heroes and Villains

Summary: Rumpelstiltskin is fearful of Belle's safety after he rescues her from the Queens of Darkness. He wants to frighten her into leaving so she'll give up the insane notion that there is good in him and never darken his door again. All to protect her. He shows her the monster within. Too bad she's the only one to be able to soothe her beast.

A/n: Yeah, this has been bugging me for a while, so I decided to write it. He gets a little rough in the beginning, so if you have triggers for that, this is your warning.

The Beast Within

By:

CharlotteAshmore

"Why do you care about me?"

"I don't. But if anyone's gonna crush your heart, it's gonna be me."

Had he really said that? The Dark One stormed through the Great Hall and stopped at his spinning wheel, giving it a violent turn. What had made him say that to her? He was tempted to bang his head on the wheel. But no, she would see and then come rushing over to inquire over his well-being. He watched her warily from the corner of his eye as she followed him into the hall and removed her cloak, laying it over the back of his chair. Was something wrong with the coat rack in the bloody foyer?

"Where are you going?" he snapped as she strolled past him, heading towards the door which led into the kitchen. His fingers rubbed idly against his thumb as his large amber eyes swept over her body from head to toe, silently searching for any injuries her modest dress couldn't hide from him. His teeth gnashed together as his gaze narrowed in on a particularly livid purple bruise left by the tentacle Ursula had viciously wrapped about her pale throat.

"I'm just going to the kitchen to see to dinner and I thought I would bring in the laundry I'd hung earlier," she said, raising one long finger to point in that direction.

"I'm not hungry," he growled.

"Rumpel, you're always hungry," she replied in a droll tone. "And even if you aren't, I am. Kidnappings always give me an appetite."

His skin itched as he saw the rope burns on her delicate wrists. He wanted to touch her, soothe her, call forth his healing magic and make the marks disappear from her perfect skin. If anything were supposed to mar her lovely flesh it would be his mark as he tasted her, suckling gently until she moaned his name, proclaiming to all the world that she truly did belong to him. But no … he couldn't allow himself to fantasize about things that would never happen. She'd been put in danger because of him. It was his fault she'd been taken. His enemies were striking back at him through her and now Regina knew how much she meant to him. Fuck! He had to fix this.

"Rumpelstiltskin, did you hear me?" she asked worriedly when he didn't answer her.

He swallowed hard and took a step back. When had she moved so close? Damnit, now he couldn't keep his thoughts focused. "Nevermind that, dearie. I don't want you going back outside tonight." With a wave of his hand, the laundry appeared on the table as it had earlier, but now it was folded and tucked away in a wicker basket for her to put up later.

Why do you care for me? Her words whispered through his mind again and he was forced to tamp down the emotions roiling in his belly. He could never let her know … she would laugh, have power over him, play him like a fiddle at a country dance. No, never again would someone have power over him. He was the Dark One and by the gods he'd act like it!

"Are you alright?"

"Go, little maid. See to your tasks before I assign you more." He gave her his back and went to his wheel. Perhaps he could spin her out of his mind. The monotonous turning of the wheel would soothe him. He did his best thinking at the wheel, after all. Surely he could chase one little girl out of his mind … if not his heart. He ignored her as she turned to go, his entire body screaming at her to stay. It was best she find somewhere else to be in the castle just then when his whole world was askew.

Yet the more he sat there, spinning his straw and letting his mind wander, the more it came back to focus on her. The whole problem was that he did care. Very much. More than he'd cared for any other woman in three centuries. She'd burrowed her way into his heart and he doubted he'd ever be able to pull her out. But she was in danger with him. His enemies - and there were too many to count - they would all eventually try to use her against him. What if next time he couldn't find her? Or what if he were too late to save her?

His foes might try to ferret his secrets out of her despite the fact she wasn't privy to any. They would hurt her, torture her ... No! He couldn't allow it. The thought of someone hurting his Belle made his vision haze with red, his blood to boil with unmistakable rage. No one would hurt her whilst he lived. No one but him, he thought, his shoulders drooping dejectedly.

It was necessary. He would show her the monster. She didn't believe it of him, no. She believed him to be lonely, suffering from lack of companionship for entirely too long. She didn't see him as the Dark One. To her, he was Rumpel … just a man, albeit a misunderstood one. He would have to prove to her just how wrong she was. It would be one of the most difficult things he would ever have to do, but it would be her salvation in the long run. She would run home to her father and perhaps marry that lummox fiancée of hers, but she would be safe. Sometimes, he'd like to think she would remember their time together... An afternoon sharing a cup of tea, a night before the fire in her library reading together or even their little bickering squabbles as she begged him to tell her of his deals.

If he frightened her badly enough she might only be visited by memories of him in her nightmares. It was a price he was willing to pay to assure her safety. Whatever the cost, his little dearie must be safe. Whether he could live with himself after the deed was done? Well that was another matter entirely.

***XOXOX***

Belle sucked on her finger, frowning at the blister already rising on her skin. What else would she have to endure today, she thought miserably. She wrapped a dish towel around the handle of the pot and pulled it away from the low fire burning in the kitchen hearth. It had been simmering for the better part of the day. She was thankful it hadn't burned into a gloopy mess due to her sojourn with the queens.

Perhaps once his belly was full and sated, his temperament would improve. A slow smile played at her lips. He cared for her. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he did indeed care for her. And it wasn't just because he saw her as a possession, one of his 'things'. Oh no, she'd seen genuine concern in his over large amber eyes. He could be so expressive with his emotions when no one was looking and closed off when one was. He was very careful to play the monster with her in order to keep her at arm's length. Therefore, he must have been greatly upset with the thought of losing her to have him shed the mask before his enemies.

She couldn't help but care for him. Everyday she'd spent with him she grew a little fonder until her heart beat just a bit faster in his presence. She craved the moments she was able to be with him and she wanted more. Did he love her, she wondered. No, she very much doubted that. It was enough to know he cared. He wouldn't have come for her at all if he didn't. She could be happy with that and hope the feelings would blossom into love over time. They had forever, after all. She couldn't help the smile which curled her lips as she prepared the dinner tray to bring into the hall. They would have a nice dinner and then they would talk. Should she be bold, brave and perhaps a little daring? Or should she be timid and shy, allowing him to come to her? She shook her head. She'd surely die of old age waiting for him to make the first move. Bold she would be.

***XOXOX***

The Dark One prowled anxiously before the hearth, the sound of his boot heels muffled against the thick Agrabahan rug. It was all he could do to stop from biting his nails – claws, he corrected – in his nervousness. Was he really going to do this? Did he have the courage to turn her against him, to frighten her away? The very thought of having to look into her lovely cerulean eyes and see fear … fear of him … it made his stomach churn violently. It was a good thing he hadn't eaten since afternoon tea, otherwise he'd be losing his dinner on the rug.

He forced himself to take a deep calming breath as his mind whirled. No more shared stories in her library, no more accidental brushings of fingertips as she handed him his tea cup, no more … no more Belle. He could already feel his former loneliness creeping up on him, despair, and desolation. His light would be gone for good, leaving him shrouded in darkness once more. But she would be safe. She would go home to her family and she would be safe. Perhaps if he kept repeating that to himself, he'd actually begin to believe it.

Rumpelstiltskin's ears pricked at the sound of her short silver heels tapping a staccato against the cool stones in the corridor. Any second she'd waltz through that door and he'd have to turn into the beast he kept caged within. He had to remember that he was doing this for her own good. Why then did it feel as if his heart was crumbling to dust?

He felt his chest clench with emotion as she came into the hall and bestowed her brightest smile upon him. "Good evening, Rumpel. Are you ready for dinner?" she asked, setting the tray on the table. How could she think he could eat at a time like this? When his whole world was shattering apart? He put on the mask and let the darkness free, letting it consume him for what lay ahead, maintaining enough of his fragile control to assure himself he wouldn't harm her.

The sorcerer strode over to the table and snarled at her, gripping the tray in both hands and hurling it into the hearth, bits of food and drink smattering against the rug. "I told you I wasn't hungry!"

Belle's eyes widened in alarm and she shrank back from him just a bit, wary of him. She'd seen him in fits of pique before – after a deal which hadn't gone well, when a bit of magic went awry, or when he would have to start over on a potion – but never like this. "Rumpelstiltskin-"

"You presume too much, push too much, little maid," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom as he stalked her. "Always provoking the beast. I've tried to be patient with you, but it is pointless. You need to see me for what I really am."

"I-I know who you are," she said softly, wincing as his high pitched giggle filled every corner of the cavernous room and sent a tendril of icy fear skating along her spine.

"Do you? Do you think you've tamed the beast, dearie?" he asked, his eyes twin coals of glowing amber. "I am your master, or have you forgotten? I've been too lenient on you. It has escaped your mind that my will is tantamount and yours is irrelevant."

Belle trembled as her back came up against the tapestry hanging on the wall. She reached for him, her hand recoiling slightly as it brushed against his dragon hide waistcoat with its ornate buttons. "Rumpel, what has gotten into you? This isn't you," she murmured, her eyes pleading with him to calm. "Tell me what's wrong. Let me help you."

His hand snaked out to curl about her throat, but he couldn't find it in himself to exert more than a gentle pressure. He couldn't hurt her to prove his point. She couldn't see the faint purple tinge of his hand as his healing magic sought out the bruises left on her throat and soothed them away. His thumb brushed over the rapidly beating pulse just beneath her jaw, his voice scornful as he sneered, "Help me?" He laughed. "You are the root of my problems. It is because of you I lost something quite valuable. Something I'm never likely to get back."

Belle turned her head to the side, unable to bear looking upon his glowering countenance a moment longer. This wasn't her Rumpel. This wasn't the man she was growing to love. This was the demon, the Dark One, and she was afraid. "I'm sorry."

She was afraid and the thought made his stomach roil in protest, his very soul screaming and his heart feeling as if a thousand knives were piercing it. He gnashed his teeth against the pain. "Sorry!" he spat. "I'd be willing to bet you're happy my enemies have learned to use you against me. That's what you want, isn't it, dearie? To be the hero and kill the beast?"

She shook her head as far as his grip would allow, trying to convey with her eyes how wrong he was about her. "No! No, Rumpel, never." She felt her courage rise within her, making her brave. "I would never hurt you. You're not a beast. I don't care what you do, but you'll never be able to convince me of that."

Damnit! What was wrong with this girl? She should have run screaming for the door already. "Really, dearie?" he asked, his voice cold as ice. "Perhaps I can change your mind." He gathered her hands in one of his behind her back and pulled her flush with his body, his lean lines molding perfectly to her soft curves. He could see the trepidation in her eyes a mere second before his mouth crashed down over hers. Every instinct in his body recoiled. He'd never used force on a woman before and though he didn't plan to do anything more than frighten her, it went against every moral fiber of his being. She would hate him. It was what he wanted. Why then did he feel like curling up in a corner and sobbing for what he'd never have with her?

His grip about her wrists was loose. Any moment now, she would push him away and run for the front doors. He'd already removed the wards which held her prisoner inside the castle. There was nothing stopping her from fleeing and breaking their deal. He would let her go. She would be taking a long thought dead part of him with her, but take it she would. No one had ever touched him as she had, nor given so much of herself freely and without reservation. She held his heart – damaged though it was – and it would belong to her forever.

Rumpelstiltskin fought down the pleasure surging to life in his groin as his tongue plundered her mouth. She tasted of warmth, sunshine and love and he never wanted to let her go. One taste of her was all he'd have to see him through the lonely years ahead and he reveled in it, committing it to memory to sustain him. His hand rose to cup her breast, gently squeezing, his thumb brushing against her nipple through her layers of clothing. The darkness within him urged him to rip her bodice away, to feel her skin beneath his questing fingers, but he couldn't bring himself to take what wasn't freely given. He had to stop. Surely she'd be ready to run now, before he crossed a line from which he'd never come back.

He released his hold on her wrists, his arm sliding around her waist to hold her close to his heart for one second longer. And then his world tilted on its axis and left him floundering in confusion. She wasn't pushing him away. Her hands delved into his hair and held him in place, her tongue pushing into his mouth to lick over his soft palate and fight for control of their kiss. She was kissing him back, holding him close, pressing her sweet body against his as if she would never let him go.

He tore himself away from her, a puzzled frown drawing his brows low over his eyes as he attempted to disentangle himself from her embrace. But Belle wasn't having any of it. She kept one hand twisted in his hair, the other coming up to trail over the mottled green gold skin of his face. "You're not a monster, Rumpelstiltskin."

"Wh-What?" he managed to choke out.

***XOXOX***

Belle willed herself to drag in a deep calming breath as she let her hands slide down to rest against his chest. Her body still thrummed with newly awakened need and it was no small effort to force herself to concentrate. "You're not a monster, Rumpel. I've lived in this castle alone with you for months. If you were the monster you claim to be, you'd have ravished me long ago." She peered up at him from beneath her lashes. "You've shown me so many sides of your personality. I've seen you cantankerous, manic, silently contemplative, and playful. Never have I seen you violent or cruel … at least not with me. You care for me, Rumpel. Otherwise you wouldn't have come after me today. Now would you please tell me what this is all about?"

His lip curled as he took a step back and put some much needed distance between them. "I am trying to make you leave, you foolish girl."

Belle gasped, hurt by his careless confession. "But why? We had a deal, Rumpel, and you never break your deals … and neither will I. Why would you want me to go?" she asked.

He turned his back on her, moving over to the table and bracing his palms against the polished surface and leaning heavily upon it. "You're a liability, nothing more."

"You're lying," she accused, following to stand at his side. "Stop being afraid and tell me the truth! Why go through all of this instead of being honest with me?"

"It is not your place to question me," he hissed, hiding his anxiety behind a mask of anger. How had everything gone so wrong? This wasn't how he envisioned the scenario when he'd thought it out. He should have known his Belle would find some way to thwart him. He hadn't been in control of his emotions from the day he'd set eyes on her.

"Too bad!" She grabbed his hand and made an attempt to pull him along behind her.

"Where are we going?" he asked, puzzled by her odd behavior. What happened to the fear she was supposed to show for him?

He dug in his heels when she didn't answer. She huffed in exasperation and tugged harder on his hand. "We're going to stop this miscommunication between us, oh mighty Dark One, and talk about what it is we want from this relationship of ours. If we're to do so, I would at least like to be comfortable."

Rumpelstiltskin had to appreciate the fire blazing hotly in her eyes. She was magnificent on the rare occasions he could break through her calm demeanor and rile her temper. The least he could do was hear what she had to say. He wondered if she knew just how privileged she was to be the one person in the realm who could order the Dark One about. If anyone were to find out, he'd be a laughingstock, but at the moment, he couldn't have cared less. She would come to her senses when he explained to her why she had to leave.

He balked again when she paused outside of her bedroom door and pushed it open, loath to invade her personal space. "I –"

Belle didn't wait for him, striding into the room and lighting the lamps in her sitting area. The hearth was already blazing and the room was warm and cozy. He paused on the threshold, his eyes darting about the room to land uncomfortably on the open door leading into her bedroom. He didn't want to be anywhere near a bed with Belle so close to hand. He didn't need the temptation.

"Are you going to come in or shall we have our talk out in the drafty hall?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously. She really wasn't in the mood for any more of his evasions. She watched the fingers of his right hand rub nervously against his thumb and her eyes narrowed. "And don't you dare even think about poofing away to some obscure part of the castle, because I will find you."

The mage cast her a dark look and stomped into the room to flop down onto the large overstuffed sofa he'd procured for her comfort. He flinched as she sat down close to his side, her warmth seeping through her skirts and his trousers where her hip pressed into his. There was no escape as he'd sat down close to the arm of the sofa and there was no room for him to retreat. He was further unnerved as she turned to him and place her hand on his silk sleeve.

"Rumpel … tell me what has changed. Why are you trying to make me leave you?" she asked, softening her tone.

He closed his eyes so she couldn't see the depths of his despair. Her hand was cool on his cheek as she caressed him for a moment, turning his face to look at her. Why was it that he could lose himself in her eyes and wish to spill all his secrets? She was more dangerous than he'd thought. Finally, he sighed, tired of fighting. "You're in danger the longer you remain with me."

"You … ah … you were frightened for me when I was taken?"

He gave her an incredulous look. "They took what was mine. It's as simple as that, dearie. Don't try to read more into it."

"You were," she said, biting her lip. "And now you're trying to push me away, trying to make me leave so it doesn't happen again."

She was far too smart for his own good. Still he refused to answer her, refused to give her hope where there was none.

Belle traced her fingers over his wrist beneath his cuff, one corner of her mouth lifting slightly when she saw how he shivered beneath her touch. She twined her fingers with his, clasping tightly when he would have pulled away. "Why did you kiss me? I'm quite used to your mood swings, Rumpel, but that was surprisingly different. Did you really think it would be so easy to frighten me away?"

"Any other woman would have run screaming down the mountain, claiming she'd been ravished by the beast," he admitted ruefully.

"When are you going to realize I'm not like most women?"

He sighed, admitting defeat – if only to himself – and rested his head against the back of the sofa. "It matters not, dearie. Tomorrow I will be returning you to Avonlea and your family. Worry not. The deal I made with you shall remain intact. The ogres will not return."

For the first time, he saw true worry in her lovely azure gaze. "No … no, I won't go."

"You have little choice in the matter." His voice showed evidence of his fatigue, his bone deep weariness, leaving it flat and emotionless. He was resigned and there would be no changing his mind. "I won't have my enemies use you against me. I won't have them try to torture information out of you. I may not be so fortunate to find you in time should it happen again. You're better off if I sever our association now."

His eyes widened in alarm as her fingers twisted in his high collar and yanked his head down, his face now mere inches from her own. "Stop being a coward, Rumpelstiltskin. You are the most powerful sorcerer the realm has ever known. You can't tell me there aren't measures to be taken to assure my safety. You care for me and are just afraid to admit it."

His gaze flickered down to her lips, moist and inviting, daring him to close the distance between them. "I'm not a coward," he ground out, his eyes flashing angrily.

"Then prove it. Make a new deal with me … whatever you want, but I will not give up on you and I will not leave," she vowed stubbornly. "You can banish me a thousand times, Rumpelstiltskin and I will always find my way back to you. It might get a bit tedious after a while, but eventually you will see that I'll never stop fighting for you."

Gods! When had anyone ever wanted him as she claimed she did? Everyone he'd ever loved or trusted had abandoned him at the first sign of adversity. She would leave him too, eventually. "You have nothing I want, dearie," he sneered, biting the inside of his check as the lie fell from his lips.

Her other hand slipped out of his grasp and curled in the other side of his collar, pushing him back against the sofa. "Liar."

"Why do you persist with this?" he growled in frustration. Nothing he said seemed to be getting through to her and he had to know why. "Why do you want to stay so badly?"

"Because I'm falling in love with you, you insufferable man!" She let go of him, shocked at her own behavior. She curled her legs beneath her and sat back on her heels, staring down at her fidgeting fingers. "I'm sorry," she breathed. "I didn't mean to scream it at you."

A chill crept over his body as she moved away from him, taking her warmth with her. He wanted so badly to pull her into his arms and hold her close to his heart, to bury his face in the crook of her neck and his hands in the luxuriant strands of her hair. He wanted so much, yet he could have none of it. "Belle …"

She could hear the hesitation in his voice and it gave her hope. "Rumpel, do you really want to send me away?" she asked, her gaze intent on his. "If I'm wrong –"

"You're no longer safe with me."

"That's not an answer, Rumpelstiltskin. Do you want me?" she persisted, once again inching closer to him, her hand coming to rest on his cheek to make him look at her. "Do you?"

"Yes!" he rasped, his voice thick with the myriad of emotions she invoked in him. "But –"

Belle kissed him on his cheek and slipped off the sofa, calling over her shoulder that she'd be right back as she ran from the room. He was a bloody idiot, he thought as he propped his chin in his hand, awaiting her return as the minutes ticked away. What the hell was he doing? He should be preparing to take her home. Instead he was lounging in her sitting room awaiting her whim. This wasn't going to end well. It wasn't helping that he was beginning to think of ways to protect her so she could remain at his side. He glanced up at the clock on the mantle. He'd give her two more minutes.

She hadn't needed it, breezing back into the room with a brilliant smile on her face and a book clutched tightly to her breast. He recognized it as one of his … one that she was strictly forbidden to touch. "What are you doing with that?" he asked in a clipped tone. "What've I told you about touching my things?"

Belle settled the book on her lap and grinned up at him sheepishly. "Well you did give me the library, and this book just so happened to be in my library, so therefore I'm allowed to touch it."

He glanced down at the plain brown leather cover devoid of title or author. "Why would you want to read a book on magic? Do you not live day to day with it surrounding you? You have to read about it too?"

"I was curious."

"You were nosy!"

"Fine! I was nosy, but Rumpel there's a spell in here that might suit your purposes," she said exuberantly. She flipped through the pages until she was three quarters of the way and then set it on his lap.

"A binding spell," he frowned, shaking his head. "What would I need with …" Understanding dawned on his weathered face. "Oh no. I am not binding you to me. Forget it!" He snapped the book shut and laid it on the coffee table.

She picked it up again and found the page once more. "It says here that if a magical being binds a mortal to them, that mortal will –"

"Never again be free. You would have my protection, my immortality until such time that I might be killed, and a deep unbreakable bond of heart, mind, body and soul. Yes, I know that, dearie!" he snarled in disgust. "What it doesn't tell you is if the mortal isn't willing, they will go mad, rendered no better than a golem bent on its master's wishes."

She covered his hand with hers and squeezed reassuringly. "But, Rumpel, I'm not unwilling. I want to be bound to you."

"A small portion of my curse would transfer to you –"

"A risk I'm willing to take."

"You'll never be able to leave me –"

"Exactly!"

"Belle!" he cried in exasperation.

"Rumpel, you won't make another deal with me, and I'm glad because it would be too easy to break. This way you can have the forever I promised you … very literally, I might add." She nestled into his side as he read the passage in the book, his arm curling about her waist to hold her there. She took immense satisfaction that he was at least thinking about her proposal. "And you'll never have to worry over my safety again because we will share a bond. You'll always know where I am, will be able to sense if I am in danger … we'll be together, Rumpel. Always. If you truly don't want me, tell me and I'll pack my things. But don't … don't let this opportunity pass us by because you're afraid."

"Stop saying that! And I already told you that yes, I do want you if you still want to stay," he grumbled in annoyance. "I'm worried about you, however, and what this might do to you." His brow wrinkled as he stared down at the spell, continuing to mumble almost incoherently as his eyes flew over the text. " … my blood … what gives me power … sacrifice of innoc - " He blushed clear to the roots of his curly hair.

"What's wrong?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and raising her brows as she noticed the darkening of his skin.

"Er … " he stammered and pointed down at the page "Sacrifice of innocence … um … well … that means you … and me … and …" His blush deepened as he looked towards her bedroom. He felt like a fool sitting there stammering like an untried youth. There was no way she would consent now if it meant giving her permission for him to bed her.

Belle giggled and let her head drop against his shoulder. "Did you really think I wouldn't be giving myself to you after all this, Rumpelstiltskin?" It was her turn to blush with maidenly shyness and she lowered her gaze. She took the book from his lap and settled it on the arm of the sofa. His eyes widened and the breath hitched noticeably in his chest as she threw her leg over both of his and straddled his lap, her arms winding around his neck. For a moment, she wondered if he'd stopped breathing altogether. "This new relationship will be more binding than any marriage, and I fully plan to enjoy my new – for lack of a better word – husband."

The enormity of their situation began to slowly thaw his numb limbs and his mask slipped another notch, allowing her to see his trepidation. He trailed his hands over her arms and pulled them from around his neck, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "There are things you might come to despise about me, Belle, things you won't approve, and then it will be too late."

"Love is never easy, but it's worth the risk." She dipped her head and brushed her lips to his. "I want the chance to love you, Rumpel."

"You're such an odd girl," he teased, smoothing his hands over her back as he held her. "But you're mine … as I am yours, Belle."

She nuzzled her nose against his before leaning back to ask, "How soon before we can begin?" she asked, not wanting him to have too much time to change his mind.

He consulted the book again, seeing that he would have to brew a potion for them both to drink. "I think I have the ingredients for this in my lab. It's simple in design and should take no more than an hour. "You could have a bath in the meantime … prepare yourself for me?" He closed his eyes for a moment, praying for strength. "You're sure?" he asked in barely more than a whisper, his fears rising up to choke him as he wondered if they were doing the right thing.

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm sure. There's only one more matter to settle … your bedroom or mine?"

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! This fic only has two chapters and the next will be up next week. Thanks so much for reading :D