This is thanks to XxRogueAngelDreamingxX with whom i was discusing the subject and has badgered me to write this ever since... here you go.
"Pants."
"No pants."
"Pants."
"No pants."
"Pants."
"No pants."
"Pants."
Rumpelstiltskin was attempting not to cackle wildly. Magic was back in Storybrooke. He had many things he could be doing. Looking for Bae, making sure that the Savior and Regina didn't actually kill each other, or even squashing the Blue Fairy. However he was not doing any of that.
Currently he was too busy trying on his clothing from the Dark Castle, and celebrating the fact that he had regained full use of his leg. He had forgotten how good the leather made his ass look. He had certainly caught Belle staring at it often enough.
He wondered what she would say if she saw him. Hmmmm. Now that was a thought.
"No pants."
"Pants."
The only way to get into the leathers and boots was magic. As such, it was only natural he would try them back on after twenty eight years of suits. Magicking his clothes on still felt more natural. After all, he had done it on a daily basis for over three hundred years.
"No pants."
"Pants."
"Rumpelstiltskin! What on earth are you doing?"
He jumped back from the mirror somewhat guiltily at the sound of Belle's voice.
"Well, you see… Magic. And … Clothes…and…"
He stopped stammering and turned.
"What do you think?"
"I've always loved those pants. They make your butt look so good."
He smirked.
"And I always did wonder how you got them on. I mean they're practically painted on."
"Magic, darling."
Belle was eyeing him appreciatively. Not one to pass up an opportunity he smiled.
"No pants." She was staring at his naked body.
"No dress!"
"Rumpelstiltskin!"
