A/N: Hi All y'all! I'm so incredibly excited by all of the response I've been getting! It really does encourage me to write faster. If you get my driftJ So Just keep reading and reviewing PLEASE! Also, if anybody is struck by a plot bunny, please throw it my way. I know where I want to take this but I'm open to any ideas. Thanks!
Rosabelle is slightly frightened. She just got married. Drunkenly married, but oddly enough she is okay with this. It's for the good of the people! It will help storybrooke get its library up and running! She now has a beautiful house, a new friend, and is about to be employed. The only thing missing is a pony. Rose has always wanted a pony. Her life is practically perfect! It's like a romantic comedy!, she thinks to herself smiling.
Although, I usually hate Romantic comedies, they've always got god awful plots, she realizes.
Despite this, Rose is content. Having a slight 'Disney' complex as her best friend Ruby likes to put it, Rose has a nasty habit of always looking on the bright side. She firmly believes that everyone, even the nastiest of people, can have happy endings. Though annoying, her optimism is endearing. She was voted second happiest person at Storybrooke high, coming right after another friend of hers, Mary Margaret Blanchard. Mary Margaret was freakily happy. Like 'I smile so much that sometimes people think I'm developmentally challenged" happy. Rose always believed that Mary Margaret's joyous personality was the result of a nasty caffeine addiction. She really was the epitome of a manic pixie dream girl..
Nobody was naturally that happy, and nobody had a right to drink that much caffeine, Rose thought. Thinking back to how M and M would eat chocolate covered Espresso beans throughout the day, and make her boyfriend, David, bring her coffee between classes.
Speaking of Caffeine, Rose thought, "Do you have anything caffeinated" she asks Gold. "I only see decaf" she tells him, as she rifles through his cabinets.
Gosh, he's so handsome she thinks, and nice, and funny. I wish I could remember how he was in bed…I bet he was great she adds on, wishing she hadn't drunk so much last night.
Wait- we slept together, Rosabelle panics. I woke up naked. Shit, she thinks, we did the nasty!
Oh no, nonononononononono, Rose thinks. Rose is panicking; she drops the box of tea in her hands. And asks, shutting her eyes tightly, and clenching her fists turning to face Rumford Gold before her courage is lost.
"didweeuseprotectionlastnight ?"
To her astonishment, he laughs. Rosabelle is horrified.
"You fucking bastard" she yells
'I don't see what is so fucking funny about this" Rose is about to cry. Her lips are wobbling, and once again she is turning that shade of red that her pale skin transforms into when she is upset.
Tears are streaming down her cheeks and she wants to crawl into a hole and stay there for all of eternity.
"I haven't known you for twenty fucking four hours yet" she screams at him. "and we could be having a fucking baby, a baby Gold , I don't want a baby, I can't have a baby" she is in hysterics.
Rosabelle doesn't even see that he has stopped laughing, and has been staring at her manic display. She doesn't notice when strong arms come and wrap themselves around her. She is oblivious as she rests her head on a warm chest, staining expensive silk pajamas with sloppy wet tears. She is completely unaware when she is being rocked back and forth, as if she was a child, and is in her own little world as Rumford Gold begins to stroke her hair and make soothing noises into the mess of curls.
Finally, when he grabs a hold of her chin, turning her head to face him and whispers softly, "Belle" Rose begins to pay attention.
"Rosabelle, look at me" He tells her. "Nothing happened last night"
Rose begins to hiccup, and shoots him a disbelieving look. Shit, he thinks. Now I've ruined everything.
' I swear to you, on my life" He continues.
Rose takes one look at his face. The honesty is palpable, and she almost loses herself in his lost puppy dog eyes.
Oh, Thank god, she think. Thank god!
She nods and wipes her nose. "I believe you" she tells him, still clinging to his form , and beginning to relax in his embrace.
"I offered to let you sleep on our deal, but you wanted to get married right away" he pauses to make sure she is truly calming down.
'Before I knew it, we were married, and you demanded to be taken home" he smiles at her fondly, she truly is a funny drunk, he thinks, though I'm not so sure, it's something I want to witness again for a little while…
She looks up at him, still trusting, but a little confused "Why was I naked?" she asks
"you proceeded to strip off all your clothes, and pass out on my bed" he responds sheepishly.
Rose looks down, ashamed "…'m sorry, I over reacted" she tells him "And that I passed out naked in your bed". He begins to disentangle himself from their embrace, but she stops him.
"Don't" she tells him, sounding exhausted. He is surprised but pleased, that this adorable creature needs his support, his affection.
She leans into him, holding him tightly. "I would have regretted sleeping with you" She tells him" but I don't think I will regret this" she continues.
Before he knows it, her lips are on his, resting gently. Her tongue darts out and rubs against his bottom lip. Swirling gently and asking for entrance. Gold can taste colors, and feel smells. Life around him is melting as he places his tongue in her mouth and begins to gently suck. Time stops all together, and Rosabelle is astonished. He has taken complete control of their kiss, she's not sure she has it in her to fight for dominance. She has been kissed, hundreds of times, but never, ever like this before.
Her heart is warm and there is an odd feeling in her throat as she waits to see what he will do, after her bold move.
She is surprised, when he asks "where do you think we should honeymoon?"