Hi everyone, OnceUponATimeObssesed here! This is my first fanfiction and I would love it if you could review it, constructive criticism is welcomed.

This is going to be a series about various Once Upon A Time couples going on first dates, starting with RumBelle.

I hope you like my story, and please review!

Belle Gold awoke to the aroma of cinnamon and vanilla candles. The atmosphere was cosy and natural. It was a million miles away from her father's cold, empty house, or the tiny, cramped cell she had been forced into during the Dark Curse. The thought of everything she had had to endure in that prison sent a shiver down Belle's spine, haunting her mind. Pushing away all thoughts of the bitter past, she reached out for her husband. He wasn't there. When she rolled over, his side of the mattress and blankets were cold.

Climbing out of bed, Belle called out for him. 'Rumple?' she inquired. Her husband appeared, holding a plate of boiled eggs arranged in glass cups, toast, and her favourite peach tea in a large mug. 'It appears you have perfect timing, dearie,' he remarked wryly. 'Relax, my love.' Rumple served up her breakfast in bed, settling comfortably next to her. They ate together, taking turns feeding each other bites of egg and toast, snuggling close. When they were finished, Belle cleared up the dishes, and the couple went into the lounge.

'So, Rumple, what would you like to do on this crisp Saturday morning?'

'Well…'

'Rumpelstiltskin Gold, what are you planning?'

'I was thinking that, even as a married couple, we haven't been on a date yet. Will you go out with me?'

'Of course!' Belle squealed. She dashed off to get ready, whilst her partner smiled knowingly. Two hours later a made-up Belle Gold dressed in a floral sundress hastened downstairs. Her make-up was rosy, and her brown flowing hair was tied back in a messy plait. Mr Gold was wearing casual slacks and a shirt. 'Now, the location of our date is a secret, so I'm going to ask you to trust me.' 'Always,' Belle replied lovingly. Producing a pink blindfold, he softly tied it around his dear wife's head. He then magically transported them to a lush green field where their date was planned and laid out the fancy picnic he slaved over cooking and baking. But he didn't mind, anything for his beloved Belle. Guiding her over, Mr Gold pulled off Belle's blindfold with a flourish.

Belle gasped in amazement. What laid in front of her was more of a masterpiece than a lunch. Cheese and cucumber sandwiches, sausage rolls, bowls of fruit salad, watermelon slices, carrot sticks, a pot of humus, chicken wraps, tortilla chips, sour cream, cheese and chive dip, potato salad, pizza slices, a cheeseboard with cheeses such as applewood and feta, iced cupcakes, gooey chocolate brownies, a strawberry cheesecake, large, soft cookies with chocolate chips and other sweet things, fruity sorbet, sweet gelatos, and an ornate gilded teapot in the centre next to two matching teacups.

'How did you…'

'What can I say? I'm a skilled chef, ' winked Mr Gold.

'It's almost like magic,' teased Belle.

'Me? Never!' answered Mr Gold truthfully in mock outrage. 'Let's tuck in!'

Both feasted like royalty, laughing, teasing, and reminiscing. After the last remnant of the food was eaten, the couple played easy games like Jenga, Twister and bowling with a set of plastic skittles. Finally, dusk fell, bringing darkness with it. With a snap of his fingers, Mr Gold created a hundred or so lanterns that he released, lighting up the sky.

He then proceeded to light a small fire, Belle watching in awe. Her husband was full of miracles today. The flames were soon burning, rising and falling like a beautiful flickering ballet. Beckoning to Belle, put some marshmallows on a skewer and roasted them perfectly. Sandwiching a couple between chocolate and two digestives, he passed one to Belle. 'Taste it,' he said. She bit into a mouthful of dreamy sweetness, loving it. 'Wow,' she breathed. They sat around the fire singing and eating the delightful treats. They laughed and cuddled, making up for all the lost time they had missed. Them being together, it felt right. Like the pieces of a jigsaw, once separate but now all the pieces were in their perfect places. When all the s'mores were eaten, Mr Gold had a rather nostalgic request.

'May I have this dance, Mrs Gold?' he asked.

'It would be my pleasure,' she replied.

He placed a tape in the cassette player and gently placed his hand around Belle's waist. They gracefully waltzed to the music with ease, taking in the moment. It was pure magic. Each could not believe their luck, amazed they deserved such a good person as the other, blissfully happy.

All the while the music played softly in the background:

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

I don't deserve this

You look perfect tonight.

They danced until their feet hurt, collapsing to the ground in a tired heap. Belle laid down on the grass, resting her head on her lover's legs, and deftly began to make elaborate daisy chains with the delicate flowers that were sprinkled about the field. Mr Gold picked up a book, worn, with well-thumbed pages and started to read. His voice was a calm reassurance in the dark, a reminder of everything Belle fought for, would fight for, until the end of time and beyond if necessary.

The warmth of her husband's voice and the lingering smell of the fire lulled Belle to sleep. A gentle, genuine smile on his face, Mr Gold stopped reading. Easing his wife off his lap, he used magic to clear away the remains of their picnic. Then he picked Belle up bridal-style and walked home with her in his arms.

In the comfort of their house, Mr Gold tucked his beautiful wife in bed, astonished at how he deserved such a kind, wonderful woman.

Belle reached up and kissed her husband, soft and sweet. He tasted of marshmallow and woodsmoke and dreams, of love. And in that instance, both knew they were finally home.