Origins: Part Four

A/AN: Sorry for not updating in awhile but time has gotten away from me! Enjoy Chapter four!

Belle awoke the following morning, wrapped securely in Rumple's embrace. She yawned and turned over in his arms. They still lay under the tree he'd kissed her under, the ale making their minds warm with mischief. He'd kissed her lips until they were swollen, and continued trailing a path of nips and bruises down her neck, fueling her desire. A tiny bit of ale had turned Rumplestiltskin into a fearless lover. Her mind was still foggy of other happenings of the night, but she began to panic when she noticed her skirt was drenched in blood. Had they? Her hands began to tremble when she pulled away from him, jumping to her feet.

Rumplestiltskin awoke abruptly, surprised by her movement. He jumped to his feet, and she noticed he was shirtless. She turned a vibrant red, feeling heat course through her, "Belle are you all right?" he inquired, reaching out to her. She took a few steps back, simultaneously halting his advances.

"Rumple I think we did something terrible last night." she spoke ominously, showing him her blood stained skirts.

"Belle..." he spoke her name reverently, staring at her bloodied skirts and back into her timid blue eyes, "If I-I'm sorry..." he spoke unevenly, unable to formulate a clear response.

"It's no matter..." she spat bitterly, gathering up her torn skirts and running back towards the hovel. She could hear him calling out to her, but she couldn't face him. Once she reached the house, she flung open the door to be met by Agnes's calculating glance.

"Where have you been all night child? I was worried sick!" the spinster threw her hands up in the air agitatedly. She studied Belle's clothing and her eyes filled with suspicion. Rumplestiltskin burst through the door only minutes later. Belle watched the old woman's face turn a raging scarlet when she noticed he was shirtless.

She walked up to him and slapped him hard across the face. He stared at her dumbfounded, rubbing his stinging cheek, appalled by her response, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RUMPLESTILTSKIN! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE COURTING MISS BELLE, BUT YOU WENT OFF AND DEFILED HER!" Agnes roared, tearing off a handful of Belle's dress, and shoving the bloody fabric in his face.

"I didn't mean to! I mean I don't remember- we kissed and there was ale, and I- I-" he floundered over his speech, unable to formulate a response.

"Aye...You don't remember!? Do you remember this!?" Agnes fumed, grabbing the beauty by her arm and forcing her sleeve down, exposing her milky white neck. Rumplestiltskin swallowed hard as he counted each small purple bruise.

"I do but I promise you, I never intended for it to go this far." he swore and Belle could see the trepidation in his eyes. She had compromised her virtue and ruined her reputation. She felt ashamed of herself.

"Agnes, It isn't all Rumple's fault." she replied hesitantly. The spinster turned around with brown eyes boring into her.

"Don't think you're getting off so easy lass! I told you I wasn't running a whore house, and I certainty won't allow the likes of one to live in my house. You'll both make this right, or I'll throw you out." she threatened, her voice dangerously low. Belle only knew of one way to mend it though she had no proof anything had happened between them, except for the mysterious blood on her skirt.

"Aunt Agnes, can you give us a moment alone please?" the spinner spoke in a low tone. Agnes compliantly slammed the front door angrily, leaving them in solitude.

A wall of uncomfortable silence formed between them and it made her nauseous. He walked towards her, grasping both her hands in his and interlacing their fingers, "Belle..." he spoke her name ardently.

She met his sorrowful gaze, "Rumple..." she reverberated, brushing straw colored hair from his eyes.

He closed them, leaning into her touch. "I'm not sure what happened last night but please understand, I never meant to defile you in any way." his voice barely a whisper as he cradled her face in his palms.

"I don't remember..." she admitted, swallowing hard and wishing she could recount something about the previous night.

"Aye...Neither do I..." he sighed leaning his forehead against hers. They stared into each others eyes for a long time before he spoke, "It doesn't matter if it happened or not because in my aunt's eyes it did. You'll never be able to convince her otherwise. I wanted to do this after courting you properly but it looks like our courtship is over." he replied, filling her heart with dread.

"What are you saying Rumple!?" she dared the question yet feared the answer. Her mind went back to the day he'd banished her and told her he never wanted to see her again.

He picked up a tiny piece of straw off the floor before fashioning it into a ring. He shifted his position down onto one knee, "Miss Belle, would you bestow upon me the honor of becoming my wife?" he proposed.

She felt tears spring to her eyes when he asked the question,"Yes! Of course I'll marry you Rumple!" she exclaimed, clasping her hand over her mouth ecstaticly. He placed the ring on her third finger before standing to his feet.

"This ring will have to do until I can get one fashioned by the blacksmith." he said as he gazed lovingly into her sapphire irises.

"It's perfect." she gushed before he captured her lips in his, leaving her breathless. That afternoon, they married in front of the town parishioner. Agnes left home for a week to visit her cousin, giving them both time to settle down and process their new lives. Belle had worn a simple white dress with the crown of flowers he'd given her. He'd worn his best tunic and breeches.

They walked back to the the hovel hand in hand. Rumplestiltskin opened the door and shut it. They were now husband and wife and forever bound to each other. He grabbed two glasses, pouring a small amount of ale in each one.

"What custom is this?" Belle inquired, procuring the glass from his hand.

"It's customary for a husband and wife to share a drink together after being wed. " he illuminated. He took the glass and clinked it against hers, "May we both drink freely from this cup just as we'll drink freely from each others love. May our lives always be full of joy and happiness even when our purses aren't. May we stand strong together through happiness and despair until death do us part." he recited the oath.

Belle nodded agreeably, "Forever..." she resounded while her heart beat heavily. He threw back his ale, and she did the same.

"Now for the rest of the night..." he whispered huskily in her ear. He offered her his hand, and she took it nervously while leading her down the hall. She shivered with delight when they entered his chamber, his neatly made bed a symbol of what was to come. He stood a few feet away from her, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her soft curves, illuminated by the candlelight.

"The one thing I ask myself now is what did I ever see in Milah when I had the most beautiful woman in my midst all along?" he questioned, reaching out to touch her face ardently.

"It almost feels like I've always known you and you were meant to be mine. My only question is why would a beauty give a poor spinner a second glance when she could have kingdoms at her feet?" he queried as he caressed her cheek gingerly.

"Because sometimes the simple spinners are the ones with hearts of gold that outshine the most extravagant kings' riches." she respired, placing her palm over his beating heart.

"You're one most certainty to be desired wife." he bubbled in his thick brogue. He pulled her closer until every curve of her body was molded immaculately against his. She could feel his hardened length pressing pleasantly against her stomach and heat rose in her cheeks from his immense desire for her.

"I don't remember the first time this happened, but tonight I shall not forget, nor any night hereafter." he vowed, spinning her around. She felt his calloused hands untying the stays in her dress until it pooled around her feet. Her chestnut tresses fell over her shoulders in waves. The glow of her cheeks made her look even more dazzling in the candlelight to him. She averted her gaze coyly. He stared at her for a long time, enchanted by her beauty. He thought she looked radiant. The spell was broken when she reached out to him, capturing his lips in a clumsy kiss. He pulled her closer, his need for her becoming unbearable.

He pulled away briefly, ridding himself of his tunic and breeches. Belle stared at him, her eyes roaming over his lean figure, "You are beautiful Rumplestiltskin." she respired with fascination. He shuddered, realizing a woman hadn't ever looked at him this way before. She dusted her fingers over his taunt muscles, the results of heavy labor.

He grabbed her hand, pulling her forward and hoisted her into his arms, kissing her breathlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and they tumbled into bed.

The feeling of being pressed skin to skin with her was euphoric. He laid her back gently against the pillows as his inexperienced hands roamed freely over her body. Belle gasped with pleasure at being touched so intimately for the first time by the man she craved more than anyone. His hands ghosted up and down her sides, and he took the time to knead her small breasts in his hands before dusting his index finger down her flat stomach and towards her inner thigh.

"Rumple I-" she moaned breathlessly as his index finger teased her wet folds.

"What is it you need my Belle?" he coaxed as his fingers continued to tease her entrance.

"I need you inside of me NOW!" she growled possessively, pulling him closer. His erection brushed against her folds, and she jerked forward at the new sensations erupting through her. He seized her wrists and pressed them down beside her.

"Let's take our time, shall we?" he suggested as he peppered her collarbone with kisses. She hooked her right leg around his waist, pulling him closer.

"I want you now Rumplestilskin and that's an order." she hissed, and he chuckled at her impatience. He settled himself against the cradle of her hips. She wrapped her legs securely around his waist. He sheathed himself securely inside of her warmth, and they moved together slowly.

"I don't believe I would have been able to forget something this wonderful if I'd ever done it before." he rumbled in her ear as they moved together simultaneously.

He gazed into her eyes amorously as they made love. She could feel the passion he felt for her spilling over with each gentle touch and loving kiss he imparted. It reminded her of how he handled the wool he spun with utmost care.

"You feel like the finest of silks my Belle." he gasped before spilling his seed inside of her. He rolled over, breathless from their first bout of lovemaking. Their heartbeats resounded harmoniously as they basked in the afterglow of their pleasure.

"Rumple, look! " Belle respired, noticing the blood trickling between her legs. The realization hit him that this was her first time as well as his. He jumped out of bed, grabbing a piece of cloth. He dabbed it in some water and helped her wash up.

"It's so wonderful to know that you didn't defile me." she laughed, leaning over to kiss him.

"It does my heart well." he agreed, breaking off the kiss.

"I love you Rumplestiltskin." she admitted as the truth spilled out, her heart feeling freer than it ever had before.

"And I love you." he returned, kissing her lovingly, his heart fuller than it had ever been. The night wore on as two young lovers found themselves lost in throes of passion once more.

~X~

The dark haired woman sauntered through the forest to the place she always met her secret lover. She heard the underbrush crackle beneath his leather boots. She sighed when he placed his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck sensually.

"How did you manage to get your father off your back love?" the sailor inquired while ravishing her neck with kisses.

"With a bit of pigs blood the butcher gave me." she muttered pleasurably, spellbound by his kisses.

"What did you do with it?" he asked, halting the kisses. She groaned in displeasure as she turned around to face him.

"Why do you care so much?" she questioned him with a raised brow, stepping back a few paces.

"I just want to know if you're pirate material or not." he shrugged, etching closer to her.

"Fine...I found the two of them passed out this morning, and I decided to spread some blood on Belle's dress. I tore Rumple's shirt off. It would make them believe something happened between them. I knew that crazy spinster would never let it stand and would make them wed. It must have worked because the word is they married late this afternoon and now my father will get off my back about being with Rumplestiltskin." she smirked, proud of her success.

"Aye...Well Milah I do say I'm impressed. You'll make a fine pirate indeed." he marveled, tracing the side of her face with the back of his hand.

"I've been a pirate my entire life Killian was just the first step in my plan. Why stop there when I can take away everything she loves?" she laughed, her eyes darkening.

"Why seek revenge on someone who's done no wrong to you?" Killian questioned, giving her a quizzical glance.

"Why not? They're promising a handsome sum for her head." she smirked, ripping out a wanted poster of a woman who favored Belle. Killian studied the poster, a smirk forming on his lips.

"I have to hand it to you Milah. You are a real pirate." he said, handing her a flask. She took it, throwing back a large swig of rum.

"The best." she assured him, her mind drifting towards the plan she would enact within the next few weeks that would afford her enough gold to rid herself of this place.

A/AN: MILAH! YOU DIRTY RAT! Who's the woman on the wanted poster? What's Milah got planned for Belle, and will she succeed? Review please!