Two Worlds, One Love

Chapter Two: The Lady and the Imp

Red lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling overhead, and tried to count all the knotholes in the wooden slats. She had reached sixteen when she heard the door to her cottage open. "Where have you been?" She called out, and smiled as Rumplestiltskin came into the bedroom, smiling at her.

"I had some business to take care of, dearie. You know how it is." He giggled, and Red laughed, and then crooked her finger at him, and he came over, lying next to her and kissing her deeply. "Hello, Red."

"Hello…Imp."

Rumplestiltskin pulled away, giving her a stern glare. "What have I told you about calling me Imp?"

Red's face was the picture of innocence. "I don't recall, Imp."

Rumplestiltskin growled. "Right. I see a refresher course is needed." He kissed her roughly, twisting her long hair in his hands and yanking her legs around his waist, bucked hard against her trousers, and Red cried out. "Now….what's my name?"

"Imp."

"You are a stubborn girl, dearie. Fine." He placed his hands on her trousers, and Red moaned as she felt them vanish along with her panties.

"That's cheating, Imp. I liked those trousers." But further words were driven out of her when her lover began stroking her, his fingers sure and strong in their movements. He ghosted across her lips, pressing one finger against her opening, and Red groaned. Then Rumplestiltskin added a second and third finger to the mix, and Red saw stars. "Damn it, Imp, how did you get so…fucking good at this?"

Rumplestiltskin laughed and sucked hard on her throat before answering. "I'm just naturally talented, dearie. Now…what's my name, Red?" He punctuated the question by plunging his fingers into her as deep and hard as he could, and Red screamed.

"RUMPLESTILTSKIN!"

"Good girl. Now, if you would be so good as to help me remove my clothes, I can be inside you."

Red raised her eyebrow at him. "Why can't you just vanish them?"

He giggled, tapping her nose. "Because, my dear, that is no fun. I much prefer this method." He grinned at her. "Oh, and be so kind as to remove your blouse, please."

Red knocked his hands aside and peeled off her shirt, leaving her clad in a small red shift. Rumplestiltskin gave her a pointed look, and she sighed in pretend resignation before removing the shift and tossing it into the corner. "Better?"

"Oh, much better dearie. Have I ever told you that you have rather succulent breasts?" Red nodded, and Rumplestiltskin giggled, and then flicked his tongue across her nipples, moaning. "Quite tasty, too."

Red keened softly as he sucked on her right breast, kneading her left in his hands, and pressed herself against his trousers. Just as she was thinking how unfair it was that she was naked and he was dressed, his clothes disappeared. "I thought you wanted me to take your clothes off."

He kissed her, pressing the tip of his cock against her. "So did I. I guess I'm in a bigger hurry than I thought. Now, do be a good girl and shut up." Red opened her mouth to retort, and he yanked her forward, kissing her hard. "No. talking." With that, he plunged into her with a loud cry which was matched by her.

Together, they made the bedsprings speak. Red ran her hands up and down his back, leaving scratches, and Rumplestiltskin paid her back by biting her shoulders and breasts, leaving the marks of his teeth on her tan flesh. Red dug her hands in deeper and sucked hard on his lower lip, at the same time encouraging him to go faster, deeper, and harder, something that he was more than happy to do.

They came almost at the same moment, crying each other's names. Red shut her eyes in exhausted satisfaction, and then moaned as Rumplestiltskin rolled off her. She stroked his chest, fascinated as always at the smooth, yet rough feel of his skin. It was like him, a contrast.

She knew of his reputation, and the fact that he was widely regarded by everyone for miles around to be, if not the Devil himself, than the Devil's right hand man. But she had been his ever since that fateful day two weeks before her fourteenth birthday when he had given her a means of proving herself an adult. He had never once cheated her, and that meant a lot to her.

When they became lovers one month ago, her biggest fear was that he would see her as simply a conquest, someone to be used and tossed aside once he grew tired of her. While it was true it hadn't happened yet, she had decided to assure that it never would. "Rumplestiltskin?"

"Yes, dearie?"

Red lifted her head and stared into his odd green eyes. "What is this?"

"Well, dearie, most would call it sex. But if you want to call it something else, be my guest." He winced as she slapped his chest, glaring at him.

"That is not what I meant, and you know it. You know I've been infatuated with you since I was fourteen. I want your word that you won't just toss me aside when something better comes along."

He sighed. "And how do I know you won't do the same, Red Riding Hood? I know the young men in your town are lining up to claim you. What if someone comes along and sweeps you off your feet?"

His face was so mournful looking that Red couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "That won't happen. You're the only man…well, imp…for me." She thought for a moment, and then grinned. "Rumplestiltskin, I would like to make a deal with you. I want a guarantee that no matter what may happen; you and I will always be together."

Rumplestiltskin gazed at her. "No matter what is a powerful phrase, Red. Do you know what that means? It would mean that no matter where or when we were, you would be mine, and I would be yours. Nothing could break us apart."

Red kissed him. "Good, that's what I want. Draw up the contract, Rumplestiltskin."

"No need, my dear. This requires more…personal methods." He pressed his nail against her stomach, and she nodded, knowing what he was about to do. He giggled, then broke her skin and traced a large R on her, lapping up the beads of blood that welled up. When he was done, Red lifted her head to look at him.

"Nice, but where do I sign?"

Rumplestiltskin giggled. "You have to seal this deal with a kiss, Red."

So she did.

Rumplestiltskin felt his magic activate, flowing through them both and binding Red Riding Hood to him for all eternity.

Which was fortunate, as he had seen what the Queen was planning and the role he would play in it, and he had no intention of forgetting his Red.