DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to OUAT series from ABC. Rumplestiltskin x Belle. May contain strong scenes, you are warned, dearie.

"Three night spell"

Enter the scenery of love
lovers are in pain,
they blame and pick on each other.
You play melodies of love
forgotten phrases,
tender and sweet.

"Vanity" -Yuki Kajiura

By Sialia A. Muñoz –BluebirdOfHapiness
Translated by VictoryLilyGreen

Chapter 4

Belle stopped dead in her tracks after hearing her masters answer while she assimilated that information. Did she hear correctly? The decisiveness and courage that was with her minutes before had left her after hearing the words that Rumplestiltskin shouted. Instinctively, she ran the rest of the way to up to her chambers and closed the door with a bang, as if the words had followed her after being said. Impossible. Her worst fear had become a reality. She let her weight fall on the door and slipped down to the ground. All the emotions that she had bottled up during the events of the night where freed finally giving way to confusion. Was he serious? What if he only wanted to take advantage of her? Or, was he only restraining her to her chambers to keep her from danger? She remembered his face, his gaze. His words, they must be true.

"Because you would have to sleep three nights with me, dearie"

She covered her mouth with her hands, trying to hide a whimper. Her master was right. She couldn't do it. She wasn't ready. It was a high price that she was not prepared to pay. She replayed what happened today in her mind, trying to find some sense to it. She kept committing error after error. She had been tricked and in doing so she had cast a spell that was far too disturbing for her master. A love spell. And all because of a stupid candle. She looked at the candle that Rumplestiltskin had given her. A protective spell. She had to light it to be safe from him.

She remembered the incident, his respiration, his gaze and the heat of his body over her. A strange tingle went through her body, but she didn't understand what it was, panic? She recalled the fright of anticipation for what might happen while feeling trapped under the body of a man. She remembered feeling observed and desired for each inch of her skin. She brought her fingers to her lips, trying to recreate the brush of Rumplestiltskin´s lips on hers. He had barely touched them, but she had felt it.

Her first kiss.

The tingle grew into a strange heat. That had been her first kiss, the one she had been waiting for all these years. That she had long desired to know and feel. That she had desired to make hers each time she read it in a book. She remembered how time stood still, she felt unexperienced and expectant of new sensations and now she had to run from the one who had awaken her lips. A small tear brushed her cheek.

She stood, took the candle and lithe it. A strange fragrance of roble and cinnamon impregnated the room while she dressed in her nightgown and readied herself to sleep. She closed her eyes trying to forget everything. But the aroma of the candle only brought the memory to the front. She remembered the lost look on her master and before she knew it, she was obsessed with reviving that moment. Guilt fell on her once more. Now her master would be tormented by his desire for her and the desire to protect her. If not, why would he give her a protective spell? He was her master. Hence, he could do with her what he wanted.

Even so, he barely dared to touch her. His kindness moved her, but it also made the guilt grow in her. She remembered his sad gaze and the pain of his soul that was reflected on them. That gaze hurt her. To love and yearn one sidedly. Wanting to give your heart and not being corresponded. The pain of loneliness. She considered for a moment. Maybe... she could be his lover and maybe she could grow to love him. A strange sensation started in her chest and her eyes started to water. She knew, her instincts where never wrong. She wanted to see him smile once more and she could do it. Only she could free him.

From the spell, from the curse of The Dark One. From himself.

She only had to spend three nights with him.

She laid down on her bed making the pillow her comfort. How much was she disposed to sacrifice to free him? She remembered how much Rumpelstiltskin played with words, taking the most advantage of their meaning and ambiguity. Did he mean to just share the bed... or something more? There was only one way of knowing. And yet, she had to be prepared to face it, what she feared the most.

She left her bed, turned off the protective candle and went out of her room with it in hand and a simple candle in the other to light her way onto the stairway. And then she stood in front of Rumplestiltskin room. She had to try. She took a deep breath and called the door. The seconds became eternal. She was about to change her mind and run for it, but in exchange she held onto the memory of Rumplestiltskin's sad gaze. She called again, trusting she was doing what was right. Her heart told her so.

The door opened immediately after the second time. Both looked at each other eyes and surprise was on them. Both looked at each other without knowing what to say, as if it where the first time they saw each other in their lives. As if it where their first meeting... and, it was.

"Belle..." Rumplestiltskin bearably answer in a whisper, incredulous upon what he saw. He couldn't take his gaze away from her beautiful blue eyes. He observed her spellbound, as if it were a dream. As if the angel he had prayed to help him in his torment had answered.

"I - I'm here to return this" Belle extended her arm, giving back the candle. At first Rumplestiltskin didn't react. He observed the candle in her hand. Did she come back... for him? Then he remembered himself. He was The Dark One and the visit from the angel in front of him was forbidden. No one could save him.

"What are you doing here?" was all that he was able to say.

Belle doubted and then she insisted with the candle. "I won't be needing this"

"Go back to your room" Rumplestiltskin turned, showing his back to her and starting to close the door to his chambers.

Belle reacted, taking a step forward to put herself between in the framework of the door before he had completely closed it. "Wait!"

"I said, go back to your chamber's!" Rumplestiltskin raised his voice, impeding her from taken another step and towing her towards the door.

"I will sleep with you! I will break the spell!" Rumplestiltskin stopped, taking away the force from the door. He gave a step backwards. Belle took the opportunity and stepped forward to him, entering the room. "I offer you a deal" she quickly said.

"You? Dearie" Rumplestiltskin eyed her for a moment, weighting her words. "What kind of deal can you offer?"

"You said that I had to sleep with you for three nights. Those were your exact words. And that I shall do" Belle paused, taking courage to continue. "I will stay in your chambers, in your bed, with you if it is necessary... but in exchange, you have to promise me that my virtue will be respected."

Rumplestiltskin shortened the distance between them, he circled her staying at her back. He lowered himself near her neck inhaling the smell of her hair. And brought his lips near her ear and whispered. "That I cannot assure"

"Then, there is no deal" Belle lifted her chin, showing herself haughty and trying to hide the anxiety that grew after feeling the body of her master so near her.

Rumplestiltskin followed the hollow of her neck with his cold fingers."You are playing with fire, dearie."

"And the only one burning is you".

Rumplestiltskin grabbed her chin and pushed his body against her until she was trapped between the door and him. He lifted her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Do you not understand? I cannot assure that your virtue will remain intact, because it is precisely about this that the spell is about!"

"W-what do you mean?" Belle felt how her master's fingers went slowly down her throat, to her collarbone, softly caressing her skin. She breathed deeply because of her nerves and in doing so lifting her breast with it.

"Each night that goes on... my desire for you will intensify." Rumplestiltskin peaked through the window her nightgown offered while he said so. " To break the spell, you have to stop me from taking your virtue by force and, dearie…" He took her waist with his free hand, shortening the space between their bodies, making her breast brush his chest. "It would not be difficult for me to take you right this moment and make you mine."

Belle exhaled softly. Rumplestiltskin enjoyed the view that her cleavage offered. He followed her lips feeling her exhale a breath between them. So seductive. Rumplestiltskin drew his lips to hers, trying to capture a second kiss from them.

"You would not harm me" Belle dared to say in a small whisper, interrupting before his lips made contact. Leaving them scarce millimeters from hers, kissing only with their breaths. "If you wanted, you would have taken me long ago..." Belle lifted her hand, trembling lightly towards her captives lips, brushing them delicately. Daring to appreciate the patch of skin that had taking sleep from her... and something more. "But you have not... Why?"

Belle looked in his eyes, begging for an answer. Rumplestiltskin slowly let her go, as if it were the most delicate flower in existence. How could he explain to such an angel the perversions of demons? To the angel that was capable of finding the goodness of evil beings. Of him. He turned her back to her.

Knowing that her master would not answer, she continued. "Explain more about this spell, Why can it be broken with only three nights?"

He slowly turned toward her, "It is an aphrodisiatic spell. Once that..." Rumplestiltskin diverted his gaze for a moment, trying to find the correct words. "Lovers consume their love, their desire intensifies twofold, what assures a second encounter." he closed the distance taking one of the locks of hair that fell on her shoulders. "Later the effect accumulates and grows until the ninth day is reached."

"What happens if... the lovers don't consume their love in those nine days?" Belle asked. Rumplestiltskin let go of her hair and turned over her shoulder.

"The desire will torture them threefold, during 28 days. A lunar cycle, making the pain stronger with each day that goes on. Forcing them to madness." her masters started to circle her, looking at her with wicked eyes. "Where do you believe that the word lunatic comes from, dearie? The only spells capable of throwing men into madness are those under the influence of the moon. "For example..." he stopped for a moment, behind her, taking her once more from her waist and seductively lowering his hands over her hips. "Women".

Rumplestiltskin released her, giggling after his last comment. It was evident that if her master had recovered his sense of humor, things were going right. Belle continued, "So, in those three days?"

"When the lovers share the bed and don't consume their desire for three straight nights, it will come to mean that there is not enough desire from both of them. The spell dispels by itself."

Belle was silent for a moment, assimilating all that information that had been given to her. "Is there no way to block the effects of the spell only for three days? In this manner it would be easier, I could stay in your room and..."

Rumplestiltskin brought his fingers to Belles lips, silencing her. "My child, you really don't understand the magnitude of the dangers when you are to take a decision, are you? You are no more than an innocent dove that continuously escapes its cage to enter another.

"Far more dangerous it seems for my Master who wants to caress Madness."

Rumplestiltskin let out another wicked giggle. "Unfortunately for you, I am always at the precipice of madness."

"But that does not mean that you cannot avoid it at least once in your life" Belle observed him with sincere blue eyes, imprisoning his cold hands in hers. "Allow me to help you. You are the most powerful Sorcerer in the realms. You must have something between your possessions that can weaken the spell. It should not be a great problem for you to do it."

"But it would be for you..." Rumplestiltskin lifted his hand, brushing her maidens check with the back of his hand. "Tell me, why bother?"

"Because I am not doing it for me." Belle left her hand over her master's wrist. Delicately returning the caress over his arm and posing her face on Rumplestiltskin hand.

"I am doing it for you."

Comments:

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Come a little bit closer,
don't stay in the shadows my boy
the melody's fading...

Now or never, love will go.

Vanity – Yuki Kajiura