A/n: So this idea spawned from a theory I had recently: if a kiss is going to break Rumpelstiltskin's curse (at least in fairytale land) then will it also have the same effect in our world now that he brought back magic? The below is the resultant. :3 Again, apologies for such a short fanfic, I haven't really come up with any decent sized plots for once upon a time fic (possibly a good thing). Please review. :)

He'd only just made it home from the pawn shop. Besides all the other planning he had to do, business was booming. Why? Well, with the curse now broken and everyone remembering who that had been, they suddenly remembered that there were certain trinkets they used to own which they'd very much like back. And if these had miraculously come over to this world, where was the most likely place for them to turn up? Why, Mr. Gold's pawn shop, of course! It was incredibly frustrating. Rumpelstiltskin would have thought that, even without knowing he'd been responsible for magic's return, he still had enough of a reputation that this would discourage the deluge of visitors. Not so. Perhaps they had all grown to used to Mr Gold.

He unlocked his front door and was instantly distracted from his thoughts as he spied Belle. She breezed into the entrance hall in a slip of a dress and gave him a dazzling smile.

"I was wondering when you'd get in," she skipped up to him and grabbed his collar, dragging him down to press her lips against his.

Rumpelstiltskin kissed her back, until he felt the familiar drain of his powers and pulled back. "Belle... you know we can't..."

Belle sighed. "No, we can. You choose not to."

Rumpelstiltskin smiled as he brushed a strand of hair back from her face. "Soon. Perhaps. When we're through this whole thing... maybe..." He could tell from her frown that she didn't believe him. Perhaps she was right not to.

Then Belle smiled again. "Are you sure...?" She ran a hand down his cheek, across his chest, then into his jacket and grasped his tie. Then she tugged, dragging him after her into the living room.

"Belle... really..."

She pushed him down onto the sofa. Then sat down next to him. Or rather, almost on top of him. "We don't have to kiss you know."

"Yes, well I'd imagine that that would have the same associated feelings. And more contact..."

"And how would you know if we don't try?" Belle was pulling off his jacket now, climbing further onto his lap. She was on top of him, pressing into him, and he could feel her every curve.

He wasn't sure if it was his powers slipping away, or simply the rush of hormones, but whatever it was it scared the man enough that he tipped Belle off of his lap and onto the sofa, scrambled to his feet and retreated hastily upstairs with a completely unintelligible mumbled excuse.

Belle was left alone on the sofa, and after staring up the staircase where Rumpelstiltskin had disappeared for a moment, let out a small sigh. It wasn't like she thought he didn't love her. It just saddened her that he felt he was not able to survive unless he lived under this curse. The house's pipes screeched suddenly, and Belle heard the sound of the shower coming on. Despite her best efforts, she could not quite stifle a giggle.