A/N: This is an AU continuation of A Twist in Time. It is NOT CANON for that universe. I can't stress that enough! It continues directly from Chapter 11 of A Twist in Time so I definitely recommend reading that first. It's technically a remix as A Twist in Time is a WIP and will be continuing in a different direction.

He was kissing her. Belle. He had Belle in his arms and was kissing her. And more importantly, she was kissing him back. Rumplestiltskin would have pinched himself if he weren't otherwise more pleasantly engaged.

The sound of a door slamming cut through the haze he found himself in and he pulled back with effort.

"Are you alright?" he asked, smoothing her curls back from her face.

Belle was slumped against him, a dreamy smile on her lips.

"Never better," she replied.

It was only then that Rumple realized the state they were in. Their future selves seemed to have abandoned the room. Serves them right, he thought derisively. It was about time they had a taste of their own medicine. So he and Belle were alone. Alone in an empty bedroom. And he was stripped down to nothing but his trousers while Belle was only clad in a thin nightdress.

He could feel the heat of her through the fabric of her gown, feel her soft little curves pressed up against his naked chest. If he didn't get out of here, and soon, he would ruin her.

Belle chose that moment to reach up and kiss him again, completely destroying his resolve. He turned them around, pressing her against the wall and trailing kisses down the column of her throat. Belle let out a shuddering moan that went straight to his groin. As his lips made their way up and down her neck, he allowed his hands to roam, falling from her waist to her hips and sliding back up to cup her pert little breasts.

Belle's head fell back against the wall as she let out another one of those delicious moans.

"Rumple," she gasped.

He broke away from her then, staring down at the goddess before him. Her pupils were blown wide with lust, her pink lips parted as she gasped for breath. It didn't escape his notice that he'd barged into this room an hour ago to save his Belle from this very fate, corruption at his hands.

He let his offending hands drop from her chest, stepping away from her.

"I'm sorry, Belle," he ground out.

"For what?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"I shouldn't be taking advantage of you like this," he replied. "Just because we know we're together in the future, doesn't mean I expect anything from you now."

"What are you saying?" she gasped.

"I should go." He turned to exit the room, but Belle grabbed hold of his wrist before he could get more than one step away.

"You love me," she said simply, and he wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement.

"Yes," he rasped out.

"I love you, too. And because the integrity of our entire future depends on it, we're soon going to forget that fact."

"Yes," he said again, turning to look at her.

"If we're going to forget that we're in love, that we're true love, I want to enjoy it right now."

Now it was his turn for confusion. "What are you saying?" he asked.

Belle bit her lip, looking up at him coyly through her lashes.

"I'm saying stop being so noble and make love to me, Rumplestiltskin."

He couldn't have stopped himself if he wanted to, and he definitely didn't want to. As soon as the words had left her mouth he was kissing her again, nibbling on her bottom lip until she opened her mouth to him and then stroking his tongue against hers, finding every little place that could make her shudder and moan. He wouldn't be able to remember them next time he had the honor of kissing her, but by God he was going to find them now.

Belle gripped his shoulders, kissing him back eagerly. Her lack of experience was more than made up for by her enthusiasm. She ran her hands down his back until she reached the waistband of his trousers. A second later she had given him a sharp slap against his backside.

Rumple pulled back, quirking an eyebrow at her.

"I'm sorry," she giggled, her cheeks blushing prettily. "But I've wanted to do that for ages. You have a fantastic bum."

Rumplestiltskin couldn't contain the laugh that bubbled up inside of him. Not his typical sneering giggle, but a genuine laugh, deep and happy. It sounded foreign to his own ears.

"By all means, darling, I'd never want to deprive you of something you enjoy."

Belle bit her lip before snaking her hands down to his backside again, this time giving him a firm squeeze.

Rumple grabbed her around the waist at that, carrying her the few steps to the four-poster bed and laying her down against the pillows. He stretched out beside her, leaning down to kiss her again. He couldn't seem to stop. He thought he could kiss Belle every day for a lifetime and never grow tired of it.

Belle was arching against him, her breasts pushing against his chest tantalizingly. His hand fell to the tiny row of buttons at the neck of her nightgown and he began undoing them one by one. Belle held her breath as she watched him pluck each button from its hole, baring more of her creamy white skin with each pull.

Finally he reached the last button, halfway down her chest. He glanced up at Belle, her eyes wide as she met his. At the imperceptible nod of her head he pushed the two halves of her gown apart, freeing her to his gaze.

"So beautiful," he whispered. Belle's blush spread from her cheeks down her neck and across her chest, but her smile was radiant.

Without breaking eye contact Rumple bent his head and took one flushed pink peak into his mouth.

"Gods," Belle gasped, falling back against the pillows, hands gripping his hair.

He laved her nipple with his tongue, dragging his teeth over the hardened peak as his hand came up to mimic his mouth at her other breast. Belle was writhing beneath him, her hands in his hair pulling at it almost painfully. But he wouldn't stop for the world.

He licked and sucked at her breasts for what felt like an eternity, living out every fantasy he'd ever had of his sweet little maid with her cleavage on display, slowly driving him insane. It was only when Belle was shunting her hips up against him, gasping out incoherently that he finally relented.

"Please –" she gasped.

"What do you want, darling?"

"I – I don't really know," she replied. "I just need something.

Rumplestiltskin grinned, his hand going to the hem of her nightgown. He pushed it slowly up her legs, fingers trailing up her calves to rest behind her knee, tickling the soft flesh there. When Belle began to squirm he continued pushing the gown up over her thighs, stroking the skin of her inner thigh softly.

Belle's hips bucked up involuntarily as he finally made his way to her core. She wasn't wearing any drawers, completely bare beneath her thin nightdress. Rumplestiltskin parted her folds with one finger, moaning at how wet she was. She wanted him, honestly and truly. Her body couldn't fake this reaction.

Belle gasped at the intrusion of his finger.

"Yes," she sighed. "Oh gods, yes."

Emboldened, Rumple inserted one finger inside her, stroking her gently as his thumb came up to rub at the little bundle of nerves nestled under her curls. Belle cried out, her hips moving against his hand. He added another finger, crooking his fingers within her until she was shuddering, crying out her voice nearly hoarse with exertion. Her inner walls tightened around his fingers and he moaned at the feeling, imagining the same on his cock. He coaxed her down from her high, raining kisses down on her face and neck, telling her how beautiful she was, how perfect. He couldn't have imagined ever getting to see Belle like this, but she was more beautiful than his imagination ever could have come up with.

"Please –" Belle gasped again. "Need you. Want you."

Rumple's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at that. The thought of being inside Belle, the thought that she wanted him that way, was almost enough to have him coming in his pants. He needed to pace himself if he didn't want to disappoint her.

"All in good time, love," he told her, pushing her hair back from her face, his mouth finding hers once again.

Belle's kiss was sloppy this time, her body exhausted from her orgasm. It was perfect.

Rumple grabbed the hem of her gown, now rucked up around her hips, and in one swift movement pulled it over her head, leaving her completely bare before him. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the candlelight of the room, some ethereal goddess sent to save him. So beautiful, and so good, she could be his salvation if he only let her.

He kissed her again, unwilling to stop for even a moment. He trailed his kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, nipping at the skin between her breasts and down across her stomach before finally burying his head between her thighs.

Belle cried out, her upper body coming up off the bed in surprise. If he was going to have to forget this entire encounter anyway, he was going to make it something worth forgetting. He dragged his tongue across her clit, sucking on the tiny nub as his fingers came up to stroke her once again.

Belle was gripping the bedclothes, her face a mask of ecstasy as she cried out. Her sweetness burst across his tongue as she climaxed, the taste of her better than he could have ever imagined, something fragrant and wild like a perfect spring day. So alive and fresh and beautiful.

Belle was gasping and shaking as she came down from her second high, her thighs spasming around him.

"Good?" he asked her.

"Incredible," she gasped. "Never knew it could feel like that."

Rumple laughed, another real full body laugh, as he crawled back up her body, settling himself between her thighs.

"More," Belle groaned, her hands dropping to the laces on his trousers, her hands brushing against the hard length of him straining against the leather.

Rumple didn't need to be told twice, quickly helping her unlace him, pulling the breeches down and shucking them off across the room.

Belle was staring at his newly revealed manhood, eyes wide at the sight.

"I've never seen one before," she said, reaching out to stroke him tentatively, her small hand not quite closing around his girth. Rumple grit his teeth at the sensation, grabbing her hand in his.

"Please, Belle," he groaned. "It's your first time, I need to be in control. If you do that, I'll lose control."

"What's so wrong with losing control?" she asked, biting her lip deliciously.

"I need to be gentle with you, sweetheart."

"I need you, Rumple," she groaned, reaching out to touch him again. Rumple grabbed her hands and pinned them above her on the bed, settling himself back over her. He couldn't deny Belle anything, especially this.

"Are you sure, love?" he asked her, giving her one last chance to preserve her virtue.

"I'm sure," she said, stroking his face gently. "I love you."

He could only nod at that. "Let me know if you want to stop," he demanded. "Don't let me hurt you."

Belle nodded as he lined himself up with her and slowly pushed inside, giving her time to adjust to him. She was so tight, so wet his eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of her. She spread her legs wider, wrapping her legs around his waist and attempting to pull him deeper.

"Are you sure," he asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes!" Belle cried exasperatedly, tightening her legs around him and pulling him flush against her.

Belle let out a sharp hiss at the intrusion of his body and he pulled back to see her face.

"Are you alright, darling?" he asked, panicked. His hands dropped to her hips, trying to massage the tension from her muscles.

Belle nodded once more. "Pain's already gone," she assured him. "Take me, Rumple."

He rocked against her tentatively, groaning at the sweet friction of her body surrounding him. Belle's hips came up to meet his, moving together in an instinctual rhythm.

She felt so damn amazing he was sure to embarrass himself. He buried his head against her neck, nipping at the flesh where her neck and shoulder met, trying to stave off the climax that threatened to consume him.

He'd wanted her for so long, longer than he'd even allowed himself to realize. And here she was his perfect, beautiful girl, in his arms. He never wanted the moment to end, but knew it would all too soon.

He snaked a hand down between them, gently rubbing at her right above the place where their bodies were joined. Belle sighed out in pleasure, her hands gripping onto his back tightly.

All too soon she was breaking apart around him, her inner muscles fluttering and tightening around his cock. She cried out, breathless and Rumple was helpless but to come along with her, swept away in a tide of pleasure. His thrusts grew more and more erratic as he came hard within her, some masculine part of him crowing at the thought of filling her with his seed. Then he slumped against her boneless and completely spent.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies cooling in the night air of the bedroom. He felt himself softening and slipping from her body all too soon, and he rolled to her side, cradling her in his arms.

In his euphoric post orgasmic state, it took him a moment to realize there was something wet against his chest, Belle's shoulders shaking silently. He pulled back alarmed. She was crying!

"Belle, darling, what's wrong?" he asked frantically. "Did I hurt you?"

His heart seized at the idea he had caused her any pain.

Belle shook her head, gripping on to him tightly and burying her head against his chest.

"I don't want to forget this," she cried. "It was so perfect and lovely and we'll just forget it. It'll be like it never happened."

"Oh, sweetheart," he gasped, hugging her tightly as relief swept through him. "You've seen the future. Regardless of what happens, we'll find each other again."

"I know," Belle said, wiping at the tears in her eyes. "But the idea of going back to how things were between us, to being so distant and careful around each other, it breaks my heart, Rumple."

How easy would it be to just not take the potion? To be with Belle, sod the consequences. They could start their future together right now, avoid the heartache and agony the future Rumplestiltskin had implied.

But then he might never find his son. As the future played out now, he would reunite with his son, find his precious Baelfire and finally have the chance to apologize, to beg for forgiveness. He couldn't sacrifice that future, regardless of his love for the woman in his arms.

"We have to, love," he said, kissing the top of her head gently. "We have to preserve our future. Just know that I truly do love you."

"I love you too, Rumple," she replied, resting her head against his chest once more. "I'm glad I got to say it, even if we won't remember."

He kissed her again then, hoping it wouldn't be the last time, her lips warm and soft beneath his own. All too soon she was pulling away from him with a smile.

"At least now I know why our future selves can't keep their hands off each other," she giggled. "We're amazing at that."

Rumplestiltskin laughed for what felt like the twentieth time that night.

"Indeed we are, sweetheart," he agreed, kissing her nose. "Indeed we are.

Eight Weeks Later….

Belle had been Rumplestiltskin's maid for a full eight months and she hadn't been sick one day in that time. Not even a passing cold, so much as a sniffle or a slight fever, had plagued her since she'd been in residence at the Dark Castle. She'd often wondered if the protections placed on his castle to keep out threats extended to sickness as well. She'd always been in good health, but she'd been especially hearty since moving in with Rumple.

But now Belle found herself slumped over the sink in the kitchen throwing her guts up. She racked her brain for what she could have eaten that would cause this, but nothing came to mind. She rinsed her mouth out at the tap and cleaned up the remnants of her sickness before setting to work on Rumple's tea. She was already running late and was surprised he hadn't come down to find her.

She arrived in the great hall a few minutes later with the tea tray, all but shaking from the effort. Her skin felt cold and clammy and she could barely contain the nausea roiling in her stomach.

"What's wrong with you, dearie? You look awful!" Rumple exclaimed as she placed the tray down on the long dining room table.

"Just feeling a little under the weather," Belle replied, trying not to let his assessment of her appearance sting too badly.

Rumplestiltskin narrowed his eyes at her. "You shouldn't be sick," he said flatly. "Can't have the help shirking their duties after all."

He stalked toward her, placing one scaled hand against her forehead. He frowned, obviously not liking what he was seeing.

At that moment, Belle was overcome with another bout of nausea. She rushed to the side, emptying the contents of her stomach into a golden urn next to the fireplace.

"I'm sorry," she said, standing up miserably. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Never mind the urn," Rumple replied, worry etched on his face. "This isn't right."

He walked toward her again, the slight shimmer of magic encompassing his hands.

"May I?" he asked, raising his hands up to her.

Belle nodded and he ran his hands over her, not quite touching her. He started at the top of her head, dragging his hands downward over her shoulders and finally settling over her stomach. His eyes grew wide as he looked up to her face and backed away with a flourish.

"What is it?" Belle asked, alarmed at the shock evident on his face. "What's wrong with me?"

"It appears you've got a little bun in your oven, dearie," Rumplestiltskin sneered. "Just what have you been up to?"

Belle felt as if the air had been sucked from the room. Rumple must be mistaken. That couldn't be the cause of her illness.

"That's – that's impossible!" Belle cried. "I can't be pregnant, I'm a – I'm a virgin."

Rumplestiltskin eyed her warily. "Apparently not, my dear," he said coldly. "Who's the father, I wonder? Have you been entertaining my guests?"

Belle felt like she'd been kicked in the stomach. How could she convince him she was telling the truth? Convince him that there was no man she would want in her bed, none but the one standing before her right now.

"You must be wrong, your magic lied," she cried.

"Magic doesn't lie, dearie," Rumple said harshly. "Women do."

Now he was making her angry.

"When would I have had the chance, Rumplestiltskin? I never leave this castle, I'm with you all the time. Even when you do have a guest you've never left me alone with them. When would I have had a chance to get with child?"

She was yelling now, her face reddening with the effort. How could he be so obtuse? How could he not see that she'd had neither the time nor inclination to find herself in such a state?

"In any case, I think I would remember… "

She trailed off, the answer striking her like a ton of bricks. Remember.

"Do you remember about two months ago when we both woke up in your laboratory with no recollection of the previous week?" she asked, suddenly scared.

"Yes," Rumplestiltskin agreed. "We'd taken a memory potion. Obviously something happened we both wanted to forget –" He stopped suddenly, eyes widening at her. "You're not suggesting we…"

Belle shrugged, "There's no other explanation. Maybe something happened and we decided it was better to forget and go back to how things were."

Rumplestiltskin just shook his head. "I can understand why you would want to forget that dearie, but I wouldn't."

He looked up at her suddenly as though surprised he'd said the words out loud.

"Why wouldn't you want to forget?" Belle prompted him.

He looked uncomfortable for a minute, twitching his fingers together in that nervous habit of his.

"Well, you're a beautiful woman, dearie," he said as though it should be obvious. "And despite outward appearances I am just a man."

"And I'm just a woman," she countered. "I wouldn't want to forget that either."

"Bedding a monster?" Rumple scoffed.

"Bedding a man I care for deeply," Belle replied. "There must have been more to it."

Rumplestiltskin was staring at her as though she'd just sprouted an extra head. Then suddenly he was standing directly in front of her, moving so quickly he must have used magic. He plucked a hair from his head before reaching up to pluck one from Belle's as well.

"Ouch!" she cried. "What are you doing?"

Rumple didn't answer her, just wound the two pieces of hair together, wrapping them around his index finger. They glowed purple for a moment with the tingle of magic before he trailed his finger across her flat abdomen. The hairs glowed purple again, shining brightly before fading away to nothing.

Rumple looked up at her, his face a mask of shock and confusion.

"It's mine," he gasped.

The portal deposited them back in Zelena's barn. It was still nighttime and Belle wondered if any time had actually passed since they made their excursion into the past.

"We're back," Belle grinned at her fiancé. "I wonder if we missed our wedding?"

Rumplestiltskin grabbed her about the waist, pulling her to him and kissing her gently. "I've never been so glad to see Storybrooke in my life," he smiled. "I believe our wedding is still an hour away. We should make it just in time."

Belle grabbed Rumple's hand pulling him from the barn.

"I want to go down to Granny's and see everyone," she said. "I've missed them."

"We have been stuck with nothing but our own company for a week," Rumple joked. "I'll be right there. I just want to make sure we didn't accidentally bring anything back to the future with us."

"Don't take too long," Belle scolded. "I don't want to be left at the altar."

When Belle arrived at Granny's the party for the new prince was still in full swing, most of Storybrooke in attendance.

"Oh thank God you're back!" Ruby cried, rushing over to Belle through the crowd before she'd even made it through the door. "It's already past her bedtime. I thought she'd have to sleep here tonight."

"Who?" she asked, confused.

"Mommy!" Belle turned to see a little girl, around four years old with long chestnut curls and familiar brown eyes, rushing toward her. The child threw herself in Belle's arms and she instinctively picked her up, cradling her close.

"We were wondering where you guys disappeared to," Ruby continued. "Rowan's been missing you like crazy."

Before Belle could even begin to ask who the child was, the bell chimed behind her as Rumplestiltskin entered the diner.

"Papa!" the little girl said, reaching for Rumple as he came closer.

Rumple accepted the child from Belle, but his face looked as confused as she was sure hers did.

"Rumple," she whispered. "What the hell did we do?"

"Twenty minutes," Rumple gimaced, though his face lit up when the little girl threw her arms around his neck, snuggling up against him. "I gave them twenty damn minutes."