Authors note: Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has read part one, left kudos or comments. I truly appreciate it! I hope you all enjoy part two.
The Right Questions, part two
It took Severus Snape quite a while to break free of the magical bonds holding him to this chair. Simple incantations didn't work the way he was used to. No, the magic in this land had a sort of different feel to it. And it wasn't until Severus had begun to seethe and rage against his bindings while casting simultaneously…he was now a free man.
Keeping his senses on the alert for any strange sorcerers lurking about, Snape took a turn about the room. The wide windows overlooked mountains, but far below he could see tiny thatched roofs and tendrils of smoke. He went over to the spinning wheel. This was no museum piece, like the broken things scattered about. The wheel itself spun smoothly, the wood felt like silk. The bench next to it had an indentation, the kind of thing that took years to produce. No. This was used quite frequently.
Snape extended his wand, toward the goblin's teacup, left sitting alone at the table. "iAccio teacup./i" The cup moved not an inch. Snape's eyebrows furrowed, the lines deep between them. He closed his eyes, and forced himself to think of things that he usually kept locked up tight in the back of his mind. /iAccio,/i cup! He opened his eyes in time to see the little chipped cup sail across the room.
It disappeared in a puff of purple smoke. It poofed back to the table at the same moment Rumplestiltskin appeared, holding a woman against his side. He did not seem surprised to see Snape freely moving about.
"It's my castle, dearie, do you truly think I don't know what goes on in it?"
Snape said, "I take it your lady was truthful with you? Charming. Might I be returned to my realm? I actually have quite a bit to do before term starts." Idly, Snape wondered what would happen if the Dark Lord attempted to summon him while he was….where ever this was.
"Rumple, what did you do?" The woman pushed away from the goblin. Her eyes were an amazing clear blue, her hair shining chestnut. "Hello," she said. "I'm Belle."
"Severus Snape. Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Oh really? I've never heard of that school, where is it exactly?"
"Belle…" Rumplestiltskin said.
"It's in Scotland."
Belle blinked. "And that would be…?
Snape looked at Rumplestiltskin. "Well, if I knew where we were currently, I would have a better frame of reference to furnish you with directions."
"This is the Dark Castle," Rumplestiltskin said, ungraciously.
"Seriously?"
"Yes, why, is that a problem? I AM the Dark One, you know."
"The Dark One?" Snape echoed. "How…trite of you."
Rumple produced a ball of fire in his palm.
Snape continued, "And do you have a group of followers that you call the Dark Followers? Perhaps this is the Dark Lady?" He gestured at Belle. "Do you have a Dark Dog or Dark Cat curled up on your Dark Bed?"
"This grows tiresome, Magician," Rumplestiltskin growled.
"Put that fire away, Rumple! Where did this man come from?" Belle tapped her foot on the floor.
"Well I needed a specialist in Potions, you see—"
"Yes, because my word was not good enough to believe!"
Rumplestiltskin continued as if she hadn't spoken. "—my spell brought him from a different realm. Another land with magic." He glanced over at Snape. "The deal was struck, all shall be as you requested when the time comes."
Severus smiled tightly. "I suspect you will have your hands full with your lady, Sorcerer. She doesn't seem too pleased with you."
Rumplestiltskin scowled. "Be gone, Magician, and remember, magic ialways/i comes with a price."
"Goodbye, Sorcerer, and see that you remember your own advice," Snape said, before disappearing in a swirl of smoke.
Rumplestiltskin "Now Belle, I think we have some things—" He stopped. She was gone. "Damn it."
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When Belle arrived at her bedchamber, she nearly wept with relief. She tuned the lock on her door, well aware that Rumple could simply poof into the room if he really wanted in. She struggled to get her dress off; one entire side of her body was achingly sore. For a moment she sat on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed. No. She mustn't think yet.
With a deep sigh, she rose and entered the bathing room. With a thought, the tub began filling with hot water. She dipped a finger in. Perfect temperature as usual. Carefully, she stepped in, holding on to the side for balance. She let her head hand back.
The hot water soothed her aching side. Deep purple bruising began at her thigh, mottled the area over her ribs and culminated in a greenish brown smear on her shoulder. After their hesitant kiss, Rumplestiltskin had tossed her carelessly into the dungeon cell. She loved him, true, but could not help the anger and sadness over how she had been treated. He was rather terrifying in his fury, throwing chairs and roaring in her face as he shook her harshly.
Belle took some deep breaths, forcing the air out slowly. True Love's Kiss. It could not be faked. It could break any curse, even his apparently. Rumplestiltskin was her true love! She tried to think objectively, but couldn't help a snort of disbelief. Of all people in the realm, The Dark One was her true love! Giggles rose up, and would not be denied, in spite of the deep aching that the laughter caused. She held her right arm tight against her body, still snickering.
Some time later she dragged herself out of the tub, and put on a clean dress. Dried her hair in front of the fire, and twisted it into a long plait. Well. This mess would not sort itself out. She reached for the door. A knock sounded at the same moment her fingers touched the lock, and she jumped back, startled. "Yes?"
"Belle," Rumple said through the door, "Can we talk?" His voice sounded suspiciously subdued.
She turned the lock and opened the door cautiously. In spite of herself, she couldn't help but sweep her eyes over him. Still dressed in his gold waistcoat with the red silk shirt and leather breeches, he looked different somehow.
He made no move to enter her room, but hovered in the doorway. "How…how are you?"
She shrugged, then winced a little. His eyebrows furrowed, and deep lines appeared in his face.
"You're hurt," he said softly. "I…hurt you?"
Why, oh why, did the broken look on his face hurt her so much? Belle cleared her throat. "When you, ah, tossed me in the dungeon." She watched his eyes close for a moment.
"I could heal you, if you'll allow it?" Rumplestiltskin asked hesitantly. She nodded. "I'll need to uh, see the, the areas…"
Belle gestured at her right leg. "From here, to here." She tapped her shoulder.
He pressed his lips together. "May I?" He glanced up at the doorway. At her nod, he stepped through, leaving the door open. "Please, sit." She did so, and he kneeled in front of her. "I'll need to see…"
Her heartbeat sped up. She tugged at the hem of her dress, bunching it over her lap, but exposing her right leg to the hip. Carefully, he placed a hand on her calf. "I don't want to…to miss anything." Rumplestiltskin carefully ran his hand over the muscle in her calf. He kept his head bowed over her, so all she could see was his riotous wavy hair.
His hands were very warm, and left telltale purple trails of magic in their wake. Slowly he used his hands to soothe away the aches and bruises. It felt like he was in some ways trying to soothe more than her skin. Rumplestiltskin drew a hand over her hip, and she gasped from the sensation. Butterflies jumped in her belly, and heat gathered in the core between her legs. He leaned forward and dropped a kiss on her knee. Still not looking at her he murmured, "I'll need to see the," he gestured helplessly, "other areas…"
"My dress…" Belle bit her lip. "Could you, um,…?" He lifted his head to look at her finally, and gave her that crooked little half-smile. A quick plume of purple smoke later, she was draped in golden silk, covered completely by the draping of it, and feeling a little like a goddess.
Rumplestiltskin bowed his head before her again. "May I?"
Part of Belle wondered what exactly he was really asking. But the fluttering in her belly remained, and as she looked down upon his hair, she struggled with the urge to run her hands through it, pulling him closer. "Yes," she breathed.
Carefully, so carefully, he reached out and parted the folds of silk that covered her sides. Warm hands stroked her skin there, wiping away the pain like it had never happened. His thumb brushed the side of her breast and she sucked in a breath. Rumplestiltskin froze, his shoulders hunching slightly.
Gathering her bravery, she cupped the side of his face, and then couldn't resist sliding a hand through his hair. The strands were surprisingly soft. He rubbed his cheek against her thigh, and she felt him humming against her skin. His hands became bolder then, ghosting across her breast before thumbing her nipple into a tight peak. He rained kisses across her thigh, until he was suckling and nibbling almost between her legs.
Belle felt like an inferno had erupted inside her. She breathed in short gasping breaths, and her heart pounded. Her body felt like it needed something desperately but she didn't know what. Her deepest part between her legs throbbed and throbbed and felt strangely…wet. "Rumple…Rumple…I need…"
"Oh, sweetheart," he said. "I know what you need." He lifted his eyes to her. "Will you trust me to give it to you?"
Time stopped as she stared into his eyes. The world fell away, leaving only this, only them. "Yes," she said, and it was nearly a sob. "Yes!"
His large amber eyes gleamed. "Lean back for me, sweetheart." Belle did, finding pillows there supporting her where that had been nothing a moment earlier.
Rumple looked at his fingers for a moment, and Belle saw the claws retract from sharp points into short blunt human looking nails. "What are you…?" She lost speech, when his fingers trailed along her inner thighs, parting her legs. The silk draped over her, fell away from her center as she moved, leaving her open before him. Shyness overtook her and he seemed to sense it.
"No shame now, Belle, you, you're…you're my true love," he finished in a rush, almost as if he couldn't believe it.
Warmth expanded in her chest, and for a moment she feared she might weep with emotion. "And you are mine," she responded huskily.
"Yes," he murmured into the place where her thigh met her hip. "Yes…" He pressed his mouth against her, and she nearly shot from the bed. Her hand which had been playing with strands of his hair, tightened into a fist.
Rumplestiltskin kept going, using his tongue to lick and lap at her while he teased her opening with the touch of a fingertip. She was not fully conscious of drawing her legs up over his shoulders, and she squirmed helplessly, needing him closer. He eagerly complied, using firmer and firmer strokes of his tongue and lips against her. He slid the tip of his finger into her core, and pressed against the ring of muscle there. Belle sobbed against her hand, nearly growling in need. "Please, Rumple, please!"
He focused now on the little bud, hidden cleverly by a hood of flesh. Her hips rocked against his mouth, and the muscles holding his finger tightened suddenly. He slid the finger all the way into her, and she sobbed in relief. Her back arched off the bed and her legs crossed behind his neck. He gave her everything she needed and more, until the little spasms had stopped and she lay panting against the pillows, feeling like she might actually faint.
The bed shifted as the pillows behind her rearranged themselves. She opened her eyes sleepily to see Rumplestiltskin curled on his side next to her, looking pleased. She smiled. She trailed a finger over his lips. "Will you stay with me tonight?"
He caught her fingers in his, and brought them to his lips. "Tonight, tomorrow, the rest of the week, forever if you want…"
She giggled. "Why I believe you already promised me forever, sir."
"…You will stay with me…forever?"
Her smile lingered softly on her lips. No, he was not perfect, not by any means. But she knew deep in her heart that there would be no other man for her. A virgin she remained—for now—but her heart belonged to the Dark One. "Yes," she whispered, "Forever."
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Epilogue
Severus Snape felt the world slipping away from him. Moisture on his face, his neck, warm blood pumping out of his body forming a puddle underneath him. The edges of his vision slipped away. Purple dots swam before his eyes. He smelled something like ozone, and felt like he was floating. Floating away on a cloud of purple smoke…
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Samuel Spade wanted to weep by the time the afternoon bell rang at Storybrooke High School. "Remember, do the questions at the end of chapter seven. You WILL be tested on them, and I expect good marks this time, not like the drivel you all handed me last week." Samuel shoved his laptop and books in his messenger bag.
He nodded at Ms. Blanchard on the way out of the school. He crossed the street and began walking home.
"Mister Spade," he heard a voice call out. Samuel turned. Ah. Of course.
Mr. and Mrs. Gold approached him on the sidewalk. Mrs. Gold smiled widely at him. "Samuel, it's been too long. How have you been," she asked.
Samuel blinked. "Well, Mrs. Gold, things are…" He looked perplexed for a long instant, and caught the tail end of a look shared between the Golds.
"What my wife is asking, Spade, is if you are content with this life? Are you happy?"
The teacher chuckled. "Am I content? No, of course not, not until my little heathens get their chemistry grades up to par. But otherwise? I live in a beautiful quiet costal town, have a nice home—"
"And friends," Mrs. Gold interjected. "You have friends don't you?"
Samuel smiled. "I do believe that I would count you both as friends, yes." He rocked back on his heels. "Besides, no other people can make a decent cup of tea in this town."
Mr. Gold squeezed his wife's hand. "On that we quite agree." He leaned on his cane. "As a matter of fact, my darling wife is planning on having tea at seven tonight, if you'd like to join us. Be warned, there will be a cut throat game of Risk involved, should you accept."
Spade inclined his head. "I will see you both later, then." He continued along the sidewalk, heading home. All was well.