The second time, it was Rumplestiltskin's fault.

He'd gotten used to his life as a bachelor, wandering round his castle however he pleased, occasionally breaking through the dust and clutter to do a chore or two; just to make the place habitable. And, it wasn't entirely unknown (though certainly rare) for him to do his own laundry.

Which was absolutely fine, a relief, even, to those who'd met him on a non laundry day, and had to broker a deal in spite of the horrific smell on top of his...charming demeanour.

Scooping up his favorite silk shirt, a handful of leggings, a few socks and a waistcoat, Rumple sauntered down his spiral staircase, whistling to himself and occupying his mind with the delicious problem of exactly how much he could extort from the King he knew would come to him later that day.

He'd just decided he'd ask for twelve coaches, forty horses and a chandelier when his broken from his revelry by a muffled shriek.

Because he'd walked in on Belle, his housekeeper, who was already doing the laundry. And although Belle could hardly be surprised to find a man naked in his bedroom after she'd burst in unannounced, finding him in the public rooms on the ground floor - in the laundry, daydreaming, with only a silk shirt and few socks to cover himself was...less expected.

Frowning, Rumplestiltskin looked around, wondering what could have frightened his little princess so much.

In the meantime, Belle kept staring. She couldn't help it. It wasn't just the body itself, surprisingly well-formed, if a little thin. It was the gold, the scaly crust of glitter that coated his face, it seemed to make its way over his entire body, creeping into crevasses and over little folds of muscle. She wondered if it hurt.

At some point in Belle's staring and Rumplestiltskin's confusion, the Terrible Evil Magical Beast remembered that he wasn't wearing any clothing. Suddenly, he shoved the handful of laundry at his princess, snapping that it better be clean by three o'clock, and disappeared with a sparkle of glittery buttocks.

Belle giggled for the rest of the morning.