Anonymous prompted: past!Rumple overhears present!Belle talking to present!Rumple about their wedding/wedding night
Anonymous prompted: past!Belle hears noises coming from the bedroom Belle and Rumple share, and she can't help herself. Her curiosity wins - she opens the door, to see them having sex. Past!Rumple catches her, and at first scolds her, but then he gets mesmerised too, and they both watch them, unable to take their eyes off their future selves.
A/N: Thank you so much for the kind reviews!
Fantasy Writer: This is an open prompt verse, but I've written quite a bit of it already (just delayed posting). I think you'll like where this is going though, and the Remix of it I'm working on.
Rumplestiltskin and Rumple had worked well into the wee hours of the morning. It was only after a spell backfired, filling the tower with acrid smoke and sending the sorcerers choking from the room that their respective Belle's dragged them away from the laboratory and insisted they get some sleep.
Rumple willingly followed his Belle from the tower, wrapping his arm around her waist and disappearing down the spiral staircase. Rumplestiltskin sent his maid off to bed with a promise that he wouldn't be up too late, and continued to clean up the mess they'd left.
After another hour or so of unproductive work, Rumplestiltskin gave up, heading down to his own chambers.
He stopped suddenly on the landing below his tower at the sight of his little maid stooped over halfway down the hall and peeking into a bedroom. A bedroom he knew to be occupied.
"What are you doing, dearie?" he asked, his voice ringing loudly in the corridor.
Belle jumped in surprise with a little squeak, her cheeks blooming bright red. She'd been caught red handed.
Belle had meant to go straight to her own bedroom and go to sleep when Rumplestiltskin had promised not to work too late. She had nothing but honorable intentions as she walked quickly down the third floor hallway to her chambers. But then she'd heard a noise – a noise that was coming from a familiar bedroom.
Belle stopped, frozen to the spot, listening intently. Then she heard it again, a soft whimpering. Was someone hurt? She stepped closer to the door, pressing her ear against the wood, straining to hear more.
"Fuck," she heard Rumple's muffled brogue, followed by a distinctly feminine moan and the creak of wood.
Belle leapt back from the door as if it had burned her. She knew, theoretically, what happened between a man and a woman behind closed bedroom doors. After her betrothal to Gaston her nurse had sat her down and explained the process of getting sons in a clinical manner. Her interest piqued, Belle had gone about searching for more information in her father's library. She was glad she had, as her nurse's advice had been anything but reassuring, telling Belle she should lie back and think of the good of the kingdom.
But Belle's own research on the subject had proven enlightening. That it could be a wonderful, pleasurable thing, though she'd assumed it would never be so with Gaston.
Belle also knew what the future Rumple and Belle sharing a room could imply, though in truth she'd tried not to think too hard on that. It was hard enough living side by side with Rumplestiltskin with their future relationship staring them in the face. If she thought too hard about the consequences of that relationship, she'd be forced to lock herself in her room until her blushes subsided.
But now, she was faced with undeniable proof. She and Rumplestiltskin would one day have far more than a simple flirtation. She would be his lover.
Belle took a deep breath, her hand already reaching for the doorknob. It was silly, she told herself, to feel any guilt. It wasn't technically spying because that was technically her in there. It was merely a glimpse into the future. Rumplestiltskin had the gift of sight. Had he foreseen this? From his reactions to their houseguests she thought not.
Her hand hovered over the doorknob for another moment before her curiosity got the better of her. She slowly pushed open the door, just a crack, and peeked inside.
The room was bathed in candlelight illuminating the four-poster bed across from the door. She could see Rumple's bare back as he held himself over the Belle in the bed. She'd seen shirtless men before, the knights sparring in the castle yard often stripped down to just their breeches, the maids watching them from the upper windows. But she'd never seen her Rumple so disrobed. She admired him for a moment, the way the firelight played over his tanned skin, how his lean muscles moved over bone. Then he rocked his hips against the Belle in the bed, and the Belle in the doorway gasped as she felt a distinct tingling in her lower abdomen.
He continued to rock against Belle, her legs coming up to wrap around his waist as they both cried out, oblivious to anything in the world except each other. The sheet that was pulled up over them slipped down giving the maid a perfect view of Rumple's backside. The tingling in her abdomen moved lower, settling heavily between her legs. It was a strange sensation, one she'd never quite felt before, though not unpleasant.
She'd always appreciated Rumple's neat form, his quick graceful movements, the way his leathers clung to his legs and backside. Despite his views on the subject, she'd found herself liking the way he looked, scales and all. But she'd never given much thought to the feeling he inspired. Now she could tell it for what it was. Desire. The epiphany made a little shiver run up her spine.
Her eyes widened as Rumple bent to kiss and lick along Belle's neck, his hips picking up pace while the creaking of the bed grew louder with every thrust.
The future Belle's face was euphoric as she arched against Rumple, throwing her head back and letting out another loud moan.
Belle felt a sudden wetness between her thighs.
"What are you doing dearie?"
Belle jumped and spun around with a squeak. She was sure her face was bright red as she stammered quietly, trying to come up with an excuse for her Rumplestiltskin.
As he walked closer the Belle inside the bedroom let out another loud noise, more akin to a scream than a moan. His eyes bulged in his head as he scrambled forward, grabbing Belle by the arm and pulling her away from the door.
"Get away from there," he whispered loudly. "You shouldn't – you're too – go to bed!"
Belle just stared at him, puzzled as to how this Rumple could ever feel about her the way the future Rumple obviously did. What would change between them?
"No," Belle said, surprising herself. "They're us, Rumple." She motioned to the doorway.
Rumplestiltskin glanced at the slightly open doorway and froze, his hand still wrapped around Belle's arm. She followed his gaze to see that the couple inside had apparently changed positions. Now Belle was sitting atop Rumple, her dark curls cascading down her pale back as Rumple's hips bucked up into her. She blushed to see what was essentially her body so exposed, turning back to face Rumplestiltskin, but his eyes were transfixed on the scene in front of them.
The couple in the bedroom both cried out then, Belle collapsing atop Rumple's chest as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.
Rumplestiltskin turned back to look at Belle, releasing her arm suddenly and stepping away. His eyes fell to her chest then quickly back up to meet her eyes. They stared at each other for a long moment.
"I – I just –" Belle stammered. For once, her bravery failed her and she turned on her heel to run down the hallway to her bedroom.
Rumplestiltskin turned back to the unbelievable scene before him. He'd caught them once before, clawing at each other's clothing in the woods on the day they arrived. But this was different. He could see the love plainly on his face as his doppelgänger smoothed Belle's hair down her back, kissing her forehead softly.
As miraculous as it seemed, it appeared he and Belle would one day fall in love. The how and why was still lost on him, but he supposed the journey was what was important. He absolutely had to make sure he and Belle drank the memory potion and forgot this whole debacle. Because he wanted their future to play out correctly almost as much as he wanted his son back. From the little flutter he'd felt in his twisted heart when he'd gazed into Belle's eyes moments ago, her pupils blown wide with desire, he was already in love with the little maid.
Who was he kidding? He'd been in love with her since she'd stopped him from killing Robin Hood. Since even before that when she dropped that silly little teacup on her first day in his castle. What was the use denying it anymore when faced with the inevitability of his own future?
The couple inside the bedroom was talking softly to each other and Rumplestiltskin strained his ears to hear.
"How are we going to top that?" His older self was asking. "We've finally gotten to christen the Dark Castle, and often."
Belle giggled, snuggling into his chest. "We'll just have to get more creative for our wedding night."
Rumple wrapped his arms tighter around Belle, pulling her toward him for a kiss.
"I can't wait to marry you, my darling Belle."
Rumplestiltskin jumped away from the cracked doorway, transporting himself magically to his own chambers.
Belle wouldn't just be his lover, he thought with a smile. She would one day be his wife.