A/N: This is my fourth, and probably last OUAT story. This was originally an extended scene from my first story, but I decided against it. Main pairing is Emma&Belle with a hint of Rumbelle. Has nothing to do with my other stories and will probably have three parts again. This might be a little strange, but I've always imagined Belle to be the type to become really attached really, quickly, especially the way she was portrayed on the show. Takes place right after 1x7. R&R, and please enjoy!
The walk from the hospital was a long one, and her leather boots were cutting into her heels. The night air had turned bitterly cold, stinging the young woman's eyes as she walked down the street. It was nearly midnight, but she desperately needed a drink. Slamming into Granny's Diner, she was relieved that it was nearly empty, except for Leroy, of course, who was huddled over three empty shot glasses. Emma didn't care as he glared her down as she dragged out the stool a few chairs away from him. Ruby was out the back in a minute, big smile plastered on her face when she saw Emma.
"Emma! How are-" Ruby's smile faltered when she took in Emma form.
Disheveled hair and puffy face, Emma's shoulder's were heaving up and down.
"Emma?" Ruby approached her cautiously.
"You know what?" Emma's face was turning beat red, a fake smile twitching wildly on her face, threatening to crumple any minute, "I could really use a drink!"
Nodding nervously, Ruby scuttled back into the kitchen the fetch Emma a quick drink. With a loud sigh, Emma tried to force her body to relax. Graham was gone. Gone forever. That kiss, that sweet, last kiss, memory tainted forever. Face scrunching up, hands wringing through her blonde locks, Emma took slow, deep breathes as she tried not to cry.
"Sister, if you're looking for sympathy, you're looking in the wrong place" Leroy's gruff voice cut through her train of thought.
Eyes darting over, Emma attempted to glare down Leroy, but he hadn't even turned his attention away from the drink he proceeded to slam.
"I don't want anything to do with your sympathy" Emma tried to snap at him, but the usual coldness that was in her voice had barely even a whisper of it's usual iciness.
Leroy snorted and shoved the now empty shot glass away from him.
"Graham's dead"
Leroy stopped fiddling with his shot glass. There. It was out. She had finally admitted the words she had been trying to keep suppressed, as if not saying them would make it less true. Ruby had just returned from the back, stopping dead in her tracks at Emma's words.
"Emma! What do you mean-" Ruby's voice was very shrill as she made her way over to Emma.
"Hey sister!" Leroy snapped before Ruby could become frantic, "I need to order another drink"
Ruby gaped at him for a moment, cheeks turning red as she lifted a finger to give Leroy a lashing, but he quickly cut her off.
"I said I need another drink" he then motioned towards Emma, "Her next round is on me"
Taking the hint, Ruby pulled out two glasses and filled them with whiskey. Sliding one to Emma, Ruby gripped the woman's hand. Eyes sparkling with unshed tears, she gave Emma's hand a squeeze before excusing herself.
"Thank you" Emma whispered. Leroy snorted again, retuning his attention to the new drink in front of him.
Two hours later, she was the only one left in the Diner. Glass after whiskey glass was slammed down, but nothing could erase him from her mind. Hot tears trickled down her cheek, but Emma no longer cared. Graham was dead. Officially pronounced dead. Ruby had called a coworker to relieve her shift for the night. When Emma showed no signs of telling her what had happened, the young girl squeezed Emma's shoulder and let her be. Elbows resting on the counter tops, Emma shut her eyes and tried to push the memory of those warms hands on her cheek.
There was a sniff beside her and Emma's eyes flew open. Staring at nothing but the white floor beneath her, Emma heard another sniffle to her left. Turning her head so slightly, Emma found herself staring at a pair of dainty blue silver heels on tiny feet. Eyes slowly moving upwards past the girl's legs covered in white stockings, a head full of thick, auburn hair was tumbling down shoulders also slumped over, tiny, delicate looking hands clutching an old, metal beer cup.
"Excuse me" Emma didn't even remember the girl coming in, "Are you ok?"
Emma found bright blue eyes staring back at her. She couldn't help but let the rest of her eyes skim over the girl. She was dressed in a blue, old fashioned dress with puffy white sleeves.
"I'm so sorry, did I startle you?" the girl had a soft twang in her voice.
"I didn't see you come in"
"I saw you sitting here, and you looked so sad. I wanted to come over, but I didn't think you'd want me saying anything" the girl gave her a soft smile.
"I'm fine" Emma said flatly.
"You're the new Deputy Sheriff, aren't you" the girl asked her, the twang in her voice becoming more pronounced.
"Yeah, the new Sheriff" Emma winced at the title. She didn't know why she had said that. Graham was the only Sheriff!
"Then why are you so sad?"
"I said I'm fine!"
"Look, I know when someone's not fine, and you are not" the girl seemed to take this as an invitation and scooted over to the barstool next to Emma. "I've been here for some time now and not once have you looked up from your glass"
Bright, sunny blue eyes piercing into hers, Emma couldn't help but flinch as the girl invaded her personal space. Her face was a milky white with a splash of pink for color, giving her a very porcelain doll look.
"The problem is you're in love" the girl said with a nod as she grabbed Emma's hands into her own, "And you're heart is breaking because you're not with the one you love. You need to go find your love!"
"Look kid, I'm not in love" Emma snapped as she tried to yank her hands away from the persistent girl.
"Believe me, I know love" the girl said with a soft smile as she reclaimed Emma's hands, "And you're in it"
'You'd think this woman solved the universe's biggest puzzle' Emma though snidely.
"Now go, be with him" the girl said with a squeeze to Emma's hands.
"He's dead!" Emma couldn't help but snarl as the last glass of whiskey began taking its desired effect, yanking her hand forcefully out of the girl's.
"Oh my goodness!" red spots formed on the girl's cheeks, "I am so sorry!"
"Yeah, save your sympathy" Emma said with a light snort as she looked back over to her half empty glass of whiskey with a frown. The girl was still staring at her. "I didn't get your name"
"I'm Belle" the girl said with another smile.
"Figures" Emma said with a chuckle as she remembered Graham blubbering something about a curse and everyone being fairy tale creatures.
Graham… Emma immediately felt her eyes begin to water up. Had it really been just a few hours ago? Looking up, the girl was giving her a smile so sympathetic that it would've put Mary Margaret to shame.
"So, where's the Beast" Emma said with a snicker.
"He was a coward" Belle lifted her chin adamantly, "He said he didn't want me"
"Yeah, well, that's men for you" Emma reached out and patted the girl's shoulder, "Trust me, I know. Any particular reason why you decided to drop by next to me anyways?"
"I've had my heart broken enough that I can sense it enough when another person is reaching out" a small tear dribbled down Belle's cheek.
"That's why I don't bother with love" Emma said, eyes rolling as she silently wished the girl would just leave her alone, "And I'm not interested in having anyone reach out to me"
Emma was startled when she felt Belle's hand reach out to stroke her shoulder, and she brushed off the girl's attempt to connect with her. Emma drained the rest of her glass. There was something strange about this girl next to her. Whiskey taking a hold of her, Emma glanced around the Diner, blinking when she realized no one else was in the room with her.
"Where is everyone?" Emma could hear herself slurring her words.
"There's no else here but you and I" Belle said, placing a hand on Emma's unsteady shoulder, "Everyone left a while ago"
"I-I need to get home!" Emma brushed Belle's hand off her shoulder and staggered towards the door. Before she could exit, she saw the dart board next to the door. The same dart Graham had used to get her attention still in it's same place.
Belle instantly appeared by her side again and Emma felt all her barriers drop in one, solid emotional plop in her heart.
"He's gone!" Emma felt herself cry loud, heartbroken wails, "He's never coming back! He's dead, he's dead! Graham, no!" Feelings arms extend around her shoulder, Emma allowed herself to be pulled in a tight embrace.
"There, there" she felt Belle pet her hair, "You'll be fine. Let's get you home"
Clinging to the blue dress, Emma allowed herself to be dragged out of the shop by Belle. Feeling as if she was walking on air, Emma didn't even remember her telling Belle where she lived as they walked down the dark, empty sidewalk. The entire way down, Emma could faintly hear Belle singing a soft, soothing tune. Before she knew it, she was standing outside her apartment door. Hands shaking, she fumbled for her keys, only to have them snatched away from her.
"Now, look at yourself" she hear Belle say next to her, almost tauntingly, "You've had so much to drink you can't even let yourself in the door"
Keys clicking, the door to her and Mary Margarete's apartment creaked open. Emma sighed again, her heart breaking at the sight of the dark, empty room. Mary Margaret was out again, and she desperately didn't want to be alone this night, of all nights.
"Don't worry" Belle seemed to read her mind, "I'm not leaving you all by yourself"
With a flick of the hallway light, Emma allowed herself to be dragged to her room. She had tried to make a beeline for her personal bottle of whiskey on the table but Belle scolded her and brushed off her pleas.
"You don't need anymore to drink tonight" Belle chided her as she steered Emma towards her bed.
Sinking into the bed, she looked up to see Belle hovering over her, before moving to her feet. Emma frowned as she felt the girl begin removing her shoes.
"Why have I never seen you here before?" Emma said, the whiskey in her system making her words come out in a gurgle.
"It doesn't matter" Belle said with a laugh, "The only reason I saw you was because you looked so lonely"
"I…rather…be…alone" Emma stammered, her tongue suddenly becoming thick.
"You're afraid of getting your heart broken" Belle said with a knowing look. She absentmindedly began stroking Emma's arm, before coaxing her to remove the jacket.
"Why are you helping me? You don't even know me" Emma pulled herself to a sitting position, eyes widening when she found herself face to face with Belle,
"I was all alone for so long" Belle said as she turned away, her full mouth turning up in a wistful smile before looking back at Emma, "And no one deserves to be alone. Especially after their heart has just been shattered"
Emma couldn't move, couldn't even speak as Belle reached out to touch her blonde locks. Seeing the blonde's stunned look, Belle moved even closer.
"You are such a lonely soul, Emma" Belle murmured, still stroking Emma's hair, "Yet such a strong, powerful, genuine soul. Someone whose heart anyone would be proud to have"
A look of uncertainty flashed quickly over Belle's face, her full, pink lips slightly parting as she closed the space between herself and Emma.
Feeling cool, soft lips on her own, Emma relished the physical contact. Indeed, before Graham…Graham…it had been such a long time before she allowed another person to be close to her. When she felt Belle pull away, the only thought in her mind was how desperately lonely she had been all these years, and how tired she was of it.
Gripping the younger woman by the arms, Emma gently pulled her back in for another kiss. This was nothing new to her; being alone for so long had driven her into the arms of several different lovers. Belle gave a sigh of delight and deepened the kiss, her arms going up to find Emma's shaking shoulders. In an attempt to further the kiss along, Belle's tongue traced a hot path against Emma's lip, softly asking for her to part them. With a sudden yip, Belle felt herself being rolled over, finding herself flat on her back, the blonde straddling her, their kissing becoming more urgent and demanding.
Snaking one hand up Belle's blue dress, Emma gently cupped Belle's face in the palm of her other hand. With one hand tracing hot paths along Belle's inner thighs, Emma couldn't help but grin as she felt the woman begin to buck underneath her. Belle's hand's slipping underneath her shirt to explore, Emma nipped, sucked, and kissed at the base of her neck, loving the sighs she was getting in response. One hand slowly, cleverly undoing the fastenings that held the front of the blue dress together, Emma traced a path down the exposed skin, finding the girl's cleavage.
With a mischievous look up at Belle, Emma dipped one hand into the loosened dress and exposed one creamy breast. At the same time, her fingers up the dress found the damp area of her underwear. With a flick of her tongue across the hardened nipple, Emma watched Belle gasp as she wrapped her lips around the rosy peak. At the same time, her fingers maneuvered inside the underwear, moving the cloth to the side. Finding the girl's sensitive, swollen bud, Emma pressed against it, watching Belle gasp and arch her back.
"Oh! Oh my! Emma!" Belle gasped.
Belle's hands flew to Emma's waist, clumsily struggling with her belt and zipper, maddening to get inside. Emma couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's lack of experience.
"Like this" Emma breathed in Belle's ear as she guided Belle's fingers to her aching point.
Grinding against Belle's hand, Emma heard herself moan. Slipping two fingers inside Belle's wetness, she felt her stiffen for a brief moment at the intrusion. Hands mimicking Emma's, Belle soon inserted two fingers inside of Emma before yanking her down for another kiss.
Rubbing her hand against Belle's sensitive clit, Emma felt her arch, and wrapped her free hand around the girl's waist, pulling her closer to her body. Lost in the new found feeling, Belle couldn't do anything but cling to Emma and moan against her shirt in desperation. Feeling the girl's hot walls beginning to clamp around her fingers, Emma moved her fingers at a more frantic pace. Belle's legs rising to wrap around her waist, head thrown back in pleasure, her moans were becoming louder and louder.
It wasn't long before she felt Belle exploding around here, her body jerking in spasms. Spare hand reaching down to manipulate herself, Emma rode herself to climax, coming not to far behind Belle.
"Emma" Belle gasped as she wrapped her arms tightly around the blonde.
Emma gently rolled off Belle and looked down at her, admiring the flushed, rosy hue of her cheeks and her lips, which had now taken on a dark red.
"Oh my Emma" Belle panted, whimpering slightly from the lost of contact, "I do think I could love you"
Pulling Belle close to her, Emma allowed the younger woman to wrap her arms around her and cuddle close to her chest.
"Ssshh" Emma soothed her, stroking the dark locks, "Get some sleep"
Belle snuggled deep into Emma's shoulder, her limbs feeling limp from the sudden rush of ecstasy. Emma felt her eyes closing, her mind finally at ease, no longer lonely. Eyesight fading from fatigue, the last thing Emma remembered was seeing Belle's bright blue eyes hovering close to her face. Lips pressed against her ear, Emma heard the soft whisper.
"I will never leave you" Belle whispered in her ear.
And this is my first femmeslash. Nervous about it like my first smut story. Reviews always loved and appreciated.