A/N: So, I've been somewhat distracted by my squick fic, and haven't given Professor Gold any sex for a while, so it's time, I think.

Deweymay prompted: "accidental sexting between Rush and Gold."

Well, this should be fun...

Monday dawned, unusually cold and grey, and Belle shivered a little, clutching a light jacket around herself as she hurried towards class. She had had to spend almost the whole of Sunday fending off questions from Ruby about her mystery lover. It had been more than pleasant to wake up with Rush, and they had indulged in one another twice more before he had left at eight-thirty in the morning. Ruby herself had returned at around ten, looking around with sharp eyes for any further clues that would point to her roommate's new conquest, but Belle had made sure to give Rush his belt before he left. Ruby had pretended to sulk when Belle refused to tell her anything, but had been easily distracted by Belle's questions about her own activities the previous evening. Ruby had launched into an enthusiastic summary of her exciting encounter with Victor Whale, one of the medical grad-students that frequented the campus bar nearest their apartment. It meant that Belle had had to say very little for the rest of the evening, other than to ask the odd question. The downside was that following Ruby's extensive descriptions, she probably now knew the dimensions of Victor's penis almost as well as he did, which was going to make it awkward to speak to him in future.

She ducked inside just as the rain started falling, and hesitated before taking the stairs up to the teachers' offices. She had not spoken to either Gold or Rush since she had last seen them, and while she had missed their company, she felt that she needed a few days to herself. There was a lot of study that she had to finish, due to spending most of her weekend with her nose in the crotch of one or the other of her professors, rather than in her books. If she was honest, she was also a little sore from the sudden upswing in her sex life. A few days alone in her apartment with only Ruby and her curious mind for company would be welcome.

She reached the second floor corridor without seeing anyone, and knocked on Rush's office door, bouncing up and down on her toes. Rush was not in his office, it appeared, and she sighed as she sent him a text, telling him she would pop by to see him later that day. She was still typing, chewing her lip as she walked, and was so engrossed that she almost ran into the other object of her desire. He put a hand on her shoulder before she could barge into him, and was smiling as she looked up from her phone, his eyes crinkling.

"Belle," he said pleasantly, and she grinned at him, breathing in the scent of his cologne and enjoying the heavy warmth of his hand on her.

"Hey," she said happily. "I was coming to talk to you. I wondered if you wanted to do something this week, say...Thursday night?"

He let his hand drop, settling back on his heels. "I'd be delighted," he said formally. "Why don't I take you out to dinner?"

She shot him a coy look, batting her lashes.

"Is that all you want?" she asked innocently, and his eyes darkened, causing a delicious lurch deep in her belly.

"No, Miss French," he said quietly. "There are other things I want."

Belle bit her lip, enjoying the flirting, and the fact that he was trying not to smile at her.

"Is that right?" she asked carelessly, trailing a finger up the line of his shirt-buttons. She felt him shudder slightly at her touch, saw his eyes close for a moment, and felt a frisson of excitement. Yes, the wait was going to make the reward all the more delicious.

Gold could feel himself twitch at her brief touch, the light of amusement in her blue eyes as she saw his reaction to her.

"That's right, Miss French," he managed. "I'd be disappointed if our expectations differed too much, but I have no wish to indulge your curiosity here in the corridor."

"Well, Professor Gold, I'd be very interested to hear what you do want," she said primly, but with a glint in her eyes that was anything but innocent. Her full lips curved upwards in a mischievous little smile, and she turned on her heel, tossing her hair and sauntering off with hips swinging. He stared after her, watching her perfect legs and her pert little arse and trying to ignore his growing erection. She rounded the corner, out of sight, and he turned towards his office, opening the door with a sigh. Once inside, he sat down in the chair and thought about Belle. She was incredible, utterly perfect and beautiful, and she wanted him! Quite what he'd done in a former life to earn this reward he wasn't sure, but he hadn't forgotten her parting words. Grinning to himself, he pulled out his phone. He doubted that Rush dragged himself away from his whiteboards and endless equations long enough to send Belle salacious messages, but that certainly wasn't going to be Gold's problem. His thumb flickered across the screen as he tapped out a text.

I want you, my sweet. I want you naked in my bed. I want to run my tongue over every inch of your delicious little body. I want to lick you until you fall apart in my arms and scream my name. I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk.

He pressed send, and it was then, when the confirmation that the message had reached its recipient flashed up on the screen, that the blood drained from his face and pooled somewhere in his lower back, a cold ball of horror.

"Oh, fucking kill me!" he muttered, seeing Rush's name sitting happily in his outbox like a fucking slap in the face. How the hell had he managed that? Granted, it was a new phone, and he was still getting used to it, but he didn't usually have such problems with technology. One little slip of concentration, one moment when his mind was too focused on thinking about what he wanted to do to Belle to notice what he was doing, and he ended up sexting a fucking colleague! And it would just have to be Rush, his bloody rival! Shoving back his chair, he rushed from the room as quickly as he could with his damaged leg. It was just after 9:30, which meant that Rush would be teaching in the small lecture hall near his office. With any luck, he could get to the man before he picked up his fucking phone...

He made his way along the corridor as quickly as he could, acknowledging the greetings of staff and students with a grunt as he did so. Peering through the door to the lecture hall, he saw Rush, as expected. The man was shooting his mouth off about something as always, gesturing wildly as he did so, making chopping motions with the flat of his hand to emphasise a point. Gold wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about; perhaps one of his brighter students was giving him shit about string theory, or loop quantum gravity, or whatever the fuck the latest flavour-of-the-month made up pile of physics garbage was that Rush would no doubt go batshit crazy over. Good luck to them if they were.

Gold pushed open the door quietly, stepping into the room and trying to catch Rush's eye, but the man was in his stride. He walked down the stairs a little way, some of the students shooting him curious looks. A few of them, who were also in his own class, were trying to avoid his gaze. He made a mental note to find out why later; there was a paper due the next day, and he suspected some of them had guilty consciences.

"No, for fuck's sake!" Rush snapped, flicking his hair out of his eyes and glaring at the students. "Didn't any of you do the bloody reading for this? It's really quite simple when you apply yourself, and yes, Mr Millner, I'm looking at you!" He pointed at a dark-haired young man who had sunk so low in his seat that it looked as though he was trying to slip beneath his desk. "Skipping the prep work for this session and trying to give me a ridiculous fucking excuse that you couldn't do it because you were, and I quote, 'way too out of it last weekend' is not acceptable! If you expect to pass this class I'm going to need to see a bloody sight more commitment than the pathetic attempts you've offered up so far!"

Gold cleared his throat, and Rush turned with a scowl at the interruption. The expression didn't leave his face when he saw who it was.

"Professor Gold," he said coolly. "May I help you?"

"I just wanted to say that I sent you a text message in error," said Gold, pleased at how calm and offhand he sounded. "It wasn't meant for you, and so I'd appreciate it if you deleted it. Without reading it, of course."

Rush stared at him for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twisted upwards in a tiny smile.

"Of course," he said, a little too politely to make Gold feel entirely comfortable. "Was that everything?"

Gold hesitated on the stairs, unsure whether to reiterate that the message be deleted, and Rush rolled his eyes with a sigh, digging in his pocket to pull out his phone.

"My apologies, ladies and gentlemen," he said dryly. "It appears that Professor Gold's social life takes precedence over my teaching you the material I intended, but let's humour him this once."

Gold was bristling with annoyance as he watched Rush's thumbs fly over the screen, and the man's face broke into a smile as he read what was there. He wiggled his eyebrows at Gold, amusement plain on his face.

"Well, I'm more than flattered, Rumford, but I'm afraid you're really not my type," he said pleasantly, tucking the phone back into his pocket. "My delicious little body will be remaining fully-clothed, and spared the ministrations of your no doubt skilful tongue."

There were snorts of suppressed laughter from some of the students, and Gold glared at him.

"You said you wouldn't read it!" he snapped, and Rush shrugged.

"Curiosity. Ever the scientist, you see." He was grinning now, and Gold felt like storming down the steps of the lecture hall and strangling the skinny little fucker. He turned on his heel instead, seething, and trying to ignore the whispers and giggles of the students.

"You know, if I didn't think they were related, I'd totally ship those two," whispered one girl to her friend, as he passed. Gold glared at her, and she smiled innocently, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger.

"Oh, and Gold?" Rush called, a snide tone to his voice. Gold paused with his back to the man, but could feel smugness radiating off him. "If you really want to fuck me so hard I can't walk it's gonna take a hell of a lot of whisky."

A ripple of scandalised laughter ran through the body of students, and Gold slammed the door on his way out.

He remained in a foul mood for the rest of the day, much to the distress of some of his students, and his sarcastic responses to some of their more inane questions reduced a couple to tears. He was pleased to get back to his office after the last class of the day, and sank into the chair with a sigh. His leg had been giving him more pain than usual, which didn't help his mood, and he decided against marking the pile of work on his desk. His humiliation at Rush's hands wasn't the fault of the second-years, and they shouldn't suffer because of it.

"Something you want to tell me?" Belle's sweet voice, warm with amusement, made him look up. She was leaning against the doorframe, her eyes gleaming and a tiny smirk on her face. She held up her phone.

"Rush sent me your message," she said with a grin, and he let his head roll back with a groan.

"Fantastic," he grumbled, and she giggled.

"Relax, I know you don't like him that way," she teased, and he frowned.

"Not funny, Miss French," he said dryly.

"Oh, come on, it is pretty funny," she grinned.

"That'll teach me to send salacious texts, I suppose," he sighed, and she giggled again, shutting the door behind her.

"I was going to stay away until Thursday," she said. "But you seem to be having a bad day."

Gold grunted. "Oh, it wasn't all bad," he said dryly. "I managed to make three students cry, which is something of a record."

Belle gave him a exasperated look. "I think Rush manages that on a daily basis," she remarked, and he scowled.

"Great, so he even beats me on the intimidation front, does he?" he grumbled, and she shook her head.

"When are you two going to get that this isn't a competition?" she asked wearily, and he snorted in amusement.

"Of course it is, dearie. If it weren't he wouldn't have humiliated me in front of a class full of students by paraphrasing my texts."

Belle's mouth fell open. "He did what? Sneaky bastard didn't tell me that."

"Well, in his position I may well have done the same," he admitted, pinching the bridge of his nose. "The second year astrophysics class now has a much better idea of my sex life than I would prefer. If I start seeing suggestive graffiti around this place I know who to blame."

Belle giggled, eyes sparkling, and he shot her a wry look which she elected to ignore.

"Well, perhaps I can make you feel better," she said coyly, putting her bag on the desk and scattering the papers there. He sat back in his chair, lifting an eyebrow.

"Oh?" He pointed at her phone. "I hardly think this office is the ideal place for what I suggested."

"No, I agree," she nodded, putting the phone back in her bag. "I think you should let me take care of you, instead."

He smirked, drumming his fingers on the desk. "Indeed? Just how do you propose to do that, Miss French?"

She walked slowly around the desk, hips swaying, and he briefly licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Well," she said softly, her voice in a lower register, almost a purr. "First of all I think you should move back a little."

He pushed the chair back obediently, its wheels squeaking slightly, and she lifted one pale, shapely leg and stepped across, standing between his knees. His breath quickened as her perfume drifted into his nose, and he hesitantly put his hands on her hips. She carded his hair with her fingers, and he closed his eyes at her touch, letting his lips part.

"Mmm," she breathed. "You feel good, Professor Gold, do you know that?"

He didn't trust himself to speak, so contented himself with running his hands over her rear, squeezing her gently. Her fingers left his hair, moving down to his shoulders, and she bent her knees, slowly lowering herself until she was facing him. She closed her eyes as she leant in to kiss him, and he moaned a little, tasting her, her mouth warm and sweet. His fingers sank into her hair as they kissed, and he felt himself stir as her hands slipped lower, sliding along his thighs. She sank lower, shifting onto her knees, and he broke the kiss with a gasp as her thumbs stroked over the hardness between his legs.

"Belle!" he gasped, and she smirked.

"Sit back," she whispered, and he leaned back with a sigh as she fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it, her fingers plucking at the fastening of his pants until they opened, the zip making a harsh sound as she pulled it down. He was fully hard, and she made a tiny, satisfied noise as she reached inside his underwear to free his cock. Her hand gripped him firmly, sliding gently up and down, and he let his head roll back with a groan.

"Fuck, that's good!" he breathed, and heard her let out a brief, delighted chuckle. He looked down at her, at the look of concentration on her face as she touched him. A droplet of fluid leaked from the end of his cock, and she ran the pad of her thumb across it, sending a pulse of pleasure through him.

"Please, Belle!" he begged, and she flicked her eyes up to him, a tiny smile on her face, before lowering her head to him. The first touch of her lips was wonderfully soft, and she swirled her tongue against the head, licking off the smear of fluid. Gold groaned loudly, his hands stroking over her hair, slipping his fingers into its soft waves. She ran her tongue around his balls, sucking one gently into her mouth before letting it slip out. His heart was thumping, his breath hard, and he groaned again as she ran the tip of her tongue around the base of his cock, slowly drawing it up the shaft to the head.

"You're killing me!" he whispered desperately, and she chuckled again, looking up at him mischievously before taking him into her mouth. Gold didn't try to hold back his deep moan of pleasure as her lips slid down his hard length, her tongue wonderfully soft and wet against him. She began rocking back and forth, letting him slip almost all the way out before taking him back inside, one hand still gripping him, stroking him where she couldn't reach with her mouth. He could feel the bliss rising in him, the pleasure building from low down in his spine as this beautiful young woman sucked him. Her free hand stroked his balls, her cheeks hollowing around his length, tiny noises of pleasure coming from her, like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted. He was close, so close...

"Belle!" he gasped. "Sweetheart, I'm gonna...I'm gonna…"

She redoubled her efforts, her mouth moving faster, lips slippery with her saliva, her hand keeping pace as she sucked and slid and swirled her tongue and he was going to burst and he couldn't hold it, couldn't stop it and he let out a strangled shout as he came hard. Belle sucked him with a deep moan of pleasure, pulling every last drop from him, her throat closing up around him as she swallowed. He bucked his hips, shivers running through his entire body, his breath coming in pants as she slowed her movements and let him slip from her mouth. Gold unwound his fingers from her hair and collapsed back in the chair.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart!" he breathed, and she giggled, kissing his softening cock before tucking it back inside his underwear.

"Take your mind off your crappy day, did it?" she asked innocently, and he opened his eyes wearily. She was grinning at him, her eyes sparkling, and he wanted to kiss her badly. Just as soon as he was back in command of his own limbs.

"If this is my reward for dealing with Dr Rush, please tell him he has my permission to piss me off more often," he said, and Belle giggled again.

"Oh, I very much doubt he needs your permission," she said dryly, straightening up. "So. Thursday night. It's a date?"

"It is most certainly a date," he said roughly, and she bit her lip, looking adorably coy. He fastened his belt, zipping his pants as she stood up and walked to the small mirror on the adjacent wall to straighten her hair. He relaxed back in the chair with a sigh, feeling a wave of contentment that only time with Belle seemed to induce. Feeling sated and somewhat impish, he fished out his phone with a smirk and tapped out another message to his nemesis.

Would you be pleased to know that the result of your little stunt earlier was Belle giving me a blowjob in my office? I thought so.

"What are you sending?" asked Belle suspiciously, looking over her shoulder at him and putting her hands on her hips. "That better not be a text rubbing Rush's nose in it."

"Of course not," he said hastily, and tried to delete what he had written. His thumb slipped half way through, pressing the icon he really didn't want, and his eyes bulged in horror as part of his message popped up on his screen as sent.

blowjob in my office? I thought so.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" he groaned, throwing the phone down on the desk as Belle looked on curiously. It buzzed almost immediately, and she nudged him.

"Aren't you gonna check that?" she asked, and he sighed, picking it up.

This is bordering on sexual harassment, Mr Gold. PS give my regards to Belle.

Gold growled to himself. Perhaps he should just stick to emails.

A/N: I'd say I feel sorry for him but they really are as bad as each other.