Honestly I cannot write M for Rumple, I love his character but Belle? Use your imagination. He gets all nekkid and stuff.

Chapter 4

Belle had not known much of this world, save for the inside of a cell in the bottom of Storybrooke Hospital. One moment she had been in the Queen's dungeons and the next had been following her love through the forest. At the well she buried her face in his shoulder as the purple smoke swirled past them, but now that it had past she was able to look into his eyes and run her fingers through his silky brown hair. Rumple placed his forehead to hers. "I thought I lost you," he said.

"You did," she replied looking again into his said eyes.

Rumple brushed the messy curls from her hair, and with a voice that even he didn't recognize as it was full of joy said with a smile. "Let's get you home."

It was a much easier and faster walk through the forest without his limp and cane, and he led her easily through the bramble. Here and there moving he would move an impediment to their progress with a wave of his hand. Out of the forest, she watched in awe as they moved through the town, the pretty little buildings and the moving carriages. Cars….she remembered from this haze she'd awoken from that they were cars, and turned and smiled at her driver.

Rumple pulled up to a grand home and opened her passenger door, once again leading her to his castle. In the entry, he took both her tiny hands in his and said with earnest, "I won't force you to stay with me. I only ask that you allow me to protect you from the Queen. If you wish I will take you to your father."

Belle brought their joined hands to her lips and gently kissed his. "Wherever you go, I will go."

With unshed tears in his eyes Rumple ran his hands through her tangled hair. "Well then, I think we need to get you cleaned up."

Rumple was sitting on the bed contemplating his hands when Belle emerged from the clawfoot tub with a large towel wrapped around her middle, the water still streaming in little rivulets from her now untangled curls.

"That's better my dear," he said as he waved his hands over her, drying her hair in an instant.

She ran her free hand over his cheek and he leaned into it, grateful for the touch. "If I kiss you will it break the curse?"

"Not in this place, not now." And with that he bridged the gap between them and gently pressed his lips to her. Too fast he left her, lips parted and breathless.

"Let's test that shall we?" And with a flourish of his hand, candles filled the room with a warm glow. Belle smiled and tentatively stepped forward reaching back for his lips as her towel fell to her ankles.

As they lay in bed, he told her everything in his heart, his wife, his shame, how his curse and cowardice lost his beloved son and how true love and the wishing well would bring Baelfire back to him. He confessed his transgression against her father through tears and she cried and clung to him under the last of the candlelight.

In the light of morning he woke with the woman he loved in his arms having had the happiest of dreams and now a chance at redemption.