"Wake up-hey-wake up!" She blinked her eyes slowly to find herself tangled in bed with face burned bright as he caught her eyes and cackled. "I finished your real gift last night."
A stunning, gold tiara sat in her hair, pink gemstones gleaming. "Rumple, why?"
"Why what?" He rested his hands on her shoulders.
"Why do you keep adorning me with gifts?" She whispered, placing a hand over one of his.
His eyes widened in the mirror. "I want you to see yourself as beautiful as I do, Keeva."
"I can never repay you."
"Just stay with me." He whispered, his lips grazing her neck, setting her skin on fire. "Now come on."
"You never cease to surprise me."
"Mmm!" he made a sound of excitement and took her arm in his own. "Close your eyes!"
Her breath fell away when she opened them. Floor to ceiling glass windows lined the exterior walls, letting in sheets of sunlight. Hundreds of flowers lined the other wooden walls and covered the floor except for a wide, clear circle, exposing highly polished cedar flooring. "It's beautiful," she breathed. She had only had the resources to garden wildflowers and daisies. Here; roses, tulips, lilies, poppies, flowers she had never seen in a vast array of rainbows.
"I was thinking, perhaps, your bed there," he pointed to the corner of the room, "so you'll see the sunrise every morning. A dresser here. Chandelier? Oof-" Tears welling, Keeva tackled the man, knocking him to the floor as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. "Quit your infernal crying, dearie."
"You don't have to win my affection, Rumple." She wept as he returned the embrace.
"I want to." He propped himself up on his elbow.
"No, you don't have to, because you've already won it."
He pet her hair gently, "You could have just let me shower you in riches."
"I don't want riches," she laughed, "I want you."
"Then you shall have me. Now, here, I was thinking a cozy rug, and a chaise lounge there, so you can do whatever it is you do in your free time. But first!" He held a finger in front of her. "Would you dance with me?"
"Yes, Rumple, yes." She nodded as he helped her up. His hands traveled to her waist, pulling her closer than she had ever been to the man. The heat poured from his body to her own, his forehead rested against her own.
He laughed, pointing to the gramophone, filling the room with sweet music.
Rumple held Keeva to him, breathing in her gentle scent as he spun her across the room. A smile rested on his face. Pink eyes met his own, bright, beautiful. He glanced down in surprise when her head rested against his chest. He pulled her tiny waist closer, feeling her ribs press against his own.
He closed his eyes, imagining for a moment their proximity without the annoyance of clothes. Lips brushed against his jaw, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot down his entire being. "Keeva," he breathed out, taking a half step back and breathing hard.
"I'm sorry," Her cheeks tinted pink, Rumple had to look away from her shy grin.
"It's okay," he furrowed his brows, trying to distract himself from the throbbing in his trousers. Rumple rested his forehead against hers, concentrating on his breathing as he led the waltz. Cold fingers supported his jaw where she had previously kissed him. "Dearie, I am trying very hard not to rip that lovely dress off and ravish you until the sun comes up."
White teeth sunk into her bottom lip, pink eyes glanced from his lips up to his eyes. Suddenly, Rumplestiltskin's mouth went dry, his hands shook as he combed them through the waterfall of silken white. Keeva came to the tips of her toes, his heart sped as her perfect little face tilted. Shallow breaths ghosted over his face as Keeva timidly ran her hand through his hair, teasing the back of his neck.
A crash broke him away. "Someone's here." He hissed, "We can finish this later." He growled as Keeva took a step back.
Anger coursed through his veins as he vanished from the room, reappearing by his wheel. "Now what do you think you're doing?" A cloaked figure jumped, turning sharply. A young man stared in horror. "Do you know who I am?"
"Rumplestiltskin," the thief whispered.
"No one steals from me." He crossed the room, his hand wrapped around his smooth, soft throat.
"Rumple!" He glanced back at the stern voice. "What is going on?"
"He's a thief." He tightened his grip, watching purple veins pop on the man's forehead. "Do you know what happens to anyone who tries to steal from me?" The man's blue eyes widened considerably.
"Please, I'll give it back! I wanted a gift for my daughter's wedding! Please!"
"Oh, I'll send her a gift!" He lifted the man to his feet, slamming him into the wall, "You'll make a fine pair of gloves for any bride!" Spit flew from his mouth to the man's face.
"RUMPLESTILTSKIN!" Keeva's eyes glowed with outrage. "Stop it."
His eyes met hers, "Did you think you knew me, dearie? Thought your ideals of true love would turn the monster into a man?"
Tears fell from her eyes as he dragged the man to his dungeons.
