A/N: Woo buddy this is a long chapter. At first I wasn't sure if I'd make it that long, but as I kept writing it ended up being pretty long. There is also a lemon in this chapter. I debated for a while internally if I should include it in here, but some readers said they like my lemons, so I inserted one. So there is my warning :-). I think its a bit different from the others I've done. Let me know if you like it.
As always, read and review, let me know if you enjoyed the chapter and all :-). And feel free to give me ideas, I use them in my story all the time.
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Chapter 9:
Storybrooke: A Few Days Later
Gold had ordered some things for Elsa to make one of the rooms in his large house a nursery for the girl. He'd hired a few guys to come over and paint the room, along with getting the guest room furniture out so the baby things could be put up. He'd refused to let Belle help other than picking the colors and the furniture out
Now, the room was done in a pale pink, not bright, and on one wall the wooden letters spelled out Elsa. A white dresser sat on one side, and then a few boxes were in the room that contained the crib and changing table that still needed to be put together. A rocking chair sat off to one side with a foot rest that rocked, too. And her closet and dresser was already filled with clothes that she'd need for a while, some she could fit in now, and others she'd have to grow into.
Belle had been using the room to change her in, and that was about it. And since the changing table was still in the box, she'd been changing her daughter on the dresser top. So, all of the diapers and such were held in that room too in the closet. And Elsa had been sleeping in their room for those first few days.
They were settling in, and everything was pretty good. She was still healing, and Rumplestiltskin tried to do as much for her as she could so she would rest. He'd even started closing the shop at around 5 so he could come home to spend his evenings with his wife and daughter.
Slowly Belle walked up the stairs carrying Elsa, cradling her against her chest and humming softly to her. Walking down the hallway towards her bedroom, she saw Elsa's nursery door open and she slowly moved towards the doorway. Stepping inside with a smile as she looked down at her husband.
"Rumple what are you doing?" she asked. Slowly moving to sit down on the rocking chair, leaning back enough to hold Elsa against her chest.
There he was, Rumplestiltskin, The Dark One, sitting on a single chair, reading directions on how to put together a crib and changing table. He still wore his suit, sort of. He'd taken his suit jacket off and it hung over the back of his chair, his tie was off hanging there too and his sleeves were rolled up.
Looking up at her, he smiled. "Oh, hello dearest. I just wanted to get this put together for Elsa. So she can sleep in her room." he told her, looking back at the directions.
She couldn't help but giggle. "Without magic?"
"Without magic." he confirmed, nodding for emphasis.
Shaking her head, she laughed. "Do you realize you haven't put anything together without magic since before you became the Dark One? And the instructions in this world? They're a puzzle in themselves. Come on Rumple, the handymen can come back tomorrow and finish things in here."
He glanced up at her and shook his head. "I can put together a simple crib and changing table, Belle."
She smiled and nodded. "Alright, if you say so. Just let me know when you want me to call the handyman." she said. Leaning back and rocking in the chair a little bit.
He shot her a playful glare and shook his head. "I am the Dark One, love, the most powerful evil in the world. I can figure out a simple crib." he said, trying to sound offended. Truthfully, he'd never done anything like this on his own, and he was at a loss as how to do it. But now he had to, to show Belle that he could do it. He wouldn't seem weak in front of his wife.
Glancing at him as she rocked back and forth on the chair, curling up with her daughter a little bit. "Sure sure, then by all means, put it together." she said with a smile. Looking down at Elsa as she squirmed. Shifting a little on the rocking chair so Elsa laid more against her chest, rubbing up and down her back.
"I will." he said stubbornly, looking forward at the instructions. Well, this would be quite interesting he was sure.
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The Dark Castle: A few days after their marraige
They were married, everything was going really well, and he was the happiest he'd been in a long time. Rumplestiltskin didn't usually trust people, but he knew he could trust his wife, his Belle. And he had to trust her with the one thing he didn't trust anyone else with. Why he had to, he wasn't sure but he felt it was necessary.
And that morning he was going to show her the one thing only his son Baelfire knew about - the dagger that could ultimately end him. If he had to entrust it to anyone, it'd be Belle. So after breakfast that morning they were going up into his study, and he was going to trust the first person since his son was around.
He took her hand and lead her up into the tower where his office was. It was a mess, it always was, it lacked her neatness and cleanliness. Belle never came up here, it was his domain and he'd never liked anyone to intrude on it.
Unlocking the door with his magic before pushing it open, gently bringing her inside.
She looked around, spying all of the potion bottles, the desk cluttered with ingredients, the shelf with specific types of potions labeled in his spidery handwriting. Bookshelves aligned the walls filled with magical books, ones he didn't dare keep in the library. He'd never wanted her meddling in magic because it always came with a price. However, since she'd become his lover and then his wife she'd inherited some of his magic through the unique bond they shared. Her magic was getting stronger every day, developing on its own.
"Rumple...why'd we come up here?" she asked curiously, looking up at him and gripping his hand a little bit.
He flashed her a small smile. "Because, its time I share this part of my life with you, my Belle. I need to let you in, I need to trust someone with my deepest, darkest secret. With the secret of the one thing that can both kill me and control me at the same time..."
Belle tilted her head to one side as she studied his face. "The one thing that kill you and control you? What can do that?"
"Well...let me start by telling you of how I became The Dark One..." he said as he let go of her hand, walking towards one of his bookshelves and slowly passing his hand over it. A few books moved and the outline of a safe appeared just behind them.
"How you became the Dark One?" she asked. She'd known why, but not specifically how.
He nodded, using his nail to prick the skin of his pointer finger. Slowly pressing his hand against the safe, the sound of clicks were heard, the locks clicking into place. "Yes, how I became the Dark One. I wanted to save my son from having to enlist in the Ogre Wars. I would do anything to save my boy, Belle, anything. I had to kill the previous Dark One. He asked for it, really. He came to me, told me how to command the Dark One. Theres this dagger I was told about, the Lord of the land I lived in owned it, and it controlled the Dark One's power."
"A dagger that can control such power?"
"Yes." he said. The final locks clicked into place and the metal door open. He reached it and took out a long box, turning to Belle and looking at her. "I took the dagger, summoned the Dark One, and killed him with it. And in doing so, I gained his power and became the new Dark One. Belle...this dagger is the key to my very existence. Not many know of it, or there would be people out to get it, to control me. I am not a man that likes to be held on a leash." he told her.
Using his fingers, he pushed the lid up from the case, opening it to reveal the crooked blade with his name engraved on it in intricate writing. Looking up to her face, seeing her eyes move over the cold piece of steel. "And, I wish to give it to you, my Belle, my wife."
Her eyes widened at his words. Looking up at his face and shook her head. "Oh no Rumple, no. I don't want to control you, I've never cared about that. I just want to love you."
He smiled and nodded. "I know, dearest. But your hands is the hands I feel it most safe in. If anyone puts me on a leash, I wish it to be you."
Looking at the blade, Belle's eyebrows furrowed as she chewed on her bottom lip. One hand hesitantly reached out to touch the blade, running her fingers along his name slowly starting from the tip towards the hilt. Her touch was gentle, feeling the engravings of the cold blade carefully. Looking up at his face, swallowing a bit. "Rumple...I can't. Can't you just...lock it back up in that safe?"
"I could. But, its time I trusted somebody. And the only person in the world I'd want to trust besides my son is you, dearest."
She sighed and nodded, contemplating his words as she looked back at the dagger. Slowly she moved her fingers down to the hilt, picking it up from the box he held in it. As her hand grasped it, Rumplestiltskin put the box down on his desk and watched her.
Gently she held the blade up in front of her as she studied it, studied the design of the dagger and the craftsmanship. It was a beautiful thing, the designs were just beautiful. Looking up at Rumplestiltskin, she bit her bottom lip. "N-Now what?"
He grinned a bit. "Command me as you will, my love."
She just rolled her eyes at his grin and sighed. "I do not wish to command you, you know that!" she scolded, looking back to the dagger.
"I do, thus why I knew you would not abuse its power."
"This dagger can really make you do anything I want?" she asked curiously, tilting her head to one side, almost not believing it. "Just this thing? I mean, its beautiful and all, but it just seems like a pretty blade..."
Rumplestiltskin nodded. "It can. Try it out, love. Command me." he said, almost daring her.
She thought for a minute, looking up at his face. "Kiss me."
In an instant one arm was around her waist, yanking her up against his chest as he leaned to crash his lips against hers in a deep kiss, making her squeak a little at the quickness of his movements. But, she did kiss him back, one hand resting on his arm and tilting her head to one side, leaning up into his kiss. It'd meant so much to her that he trusted her with something so dear to him, something he wouldn't trust anyone else with.
When he leaned back from her lips, he grinned. "Come now, dearie, that was not quite really a command, was it? I would kiss you with or without the dagger. After all, I have not needed you to use the dagger yet for me to kiss you."
She chuckled a bit and nodded. "I know. I just wanted to kiss you is all. Is that bad, my husband?" she asked sweetly.
"Mm, not bad at all, my wife." he said, smiling and kissing the tip of her nose, causing her to smile and cuddle closer to him. "But, you have still not commanded me to do anything."
She shrugged and smiled. "I trust you. Besides..." she said, leaning up closer to him, gently shifting her leg between his and raising it a little so her thigh pressed up against him. "Anything I commanded you to do, you'd ultimately love." she said with a wicked grin.
Feeling her against him made him shudder and grin along with hers. Resting his hands more on her sides, rubbing up and down them slowly. "Mm, I do believe I've corrupted you."
"Well, I am married to the Dark One. Of course I can be quite naughty if I'd like."
"And what happened to the innocent princess I brought to my castle months ago?"
Belle shrugged, looking up at him. "Not so innocent anymore. I mean, last night is proof enough of how gone my innocence is." she teased.
He chuckled and kissed the bridge of her nose slowly. "Ah, so it was. No innocent woman begs for it like that."
"What? I'm not afraid to tell you what I want." she said with a small laugh. Leaning a bit back from him but staying ultimately pressed close to him. Raising his dagger between them, looking up at his face. "Can we please put this back in the safe?"
He nodded slowly. "Yes. But this time, you will seal it. You must seal it in blood, Belle. Blood magic is the only sure thing in this world, remember that. Blood magic cannot be undone by anyone else save perhaps certain family members that have a gift in magic. So, once you seal that away, not even I will be able to open it."
She nodded. "Then lets do it." she told him, leaning back from him and taking the box. Carefully putting the dagger back into the box, running her fingers over the engraving of his name again before she closed it. Stepping up to the safe, she rested the box back in its previous resting place before closing the door. "What do I do?"
"Prick your finger and rest your hand against the metal. Concentrate, extend your magic. Remember, your magic is an extension of yourself. Push that extension out into a shield and into the locks." he instructed.
Belle stared at the metal, taking in a breath before she pricked her pointer finger as he'd done before, wincing a bit as a small drop of blood leaked out. Resting her hand against the cool metal, she took in a sharp breath as her hand seemed to instantly glue to it. Closing her eyes tightly as she concentrated as he said. Slowly she pushed her magic out, feeling it extending from her body over the metal of the safe. After a moment, slowly the locks started to click into place one by one as she blood bound the metal.
It took several minutes longer to create the spell than it'd taken Rumplestiltskin to undo it. It had to adjust to her, to her blood, slowly replacing Rumples. But once the safe let her hand go, she fell back. Rumple was, of course, there to catch her, smiling down at her. "Very good, my love. You're getting good at magic. I'm not sure if thats a good, or a bad thing." he said with a small laugh.
Slowly she looked up at him and smiled. "I think its a good thing. It...feels so weird, but I like it.."
He nodded, kissing the top of her head. "Of course you do, love. You're my wife, after all. And the only one I would willingly go on a leash for."
She chuckled, shifting to stand up but still lean against him, looking up at his face. "You're not on a leash. I wouldn't ever put you on a leash."
"Which is why I put myself on one for you. Do you know how many people would abuse that power?"
"Very many. But not me. I love you, I'll always love you. And just having you is enough for me."
He smiled, hugging her against his chest. "I know. And having you is the best thing a monster could ever hope for. Hell, its better than any monster could hope for."
Belles eyes narrowed as she playfully glared at him.
"Fine fine, I'm not a monster." he said with a laugh, kissing the side of her head.
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Storybrooke: Later that Night
"Rumpleeee, would you give up already?" Belle asked as she entered the room again. He'd been at it for hours, trying to put the crib together. "I've made dinner. Chicken. Come eat, please?"
"I'll be down in a minute." he said stubbornly.
Looking up at him, she shook her head and walked up behind him, resting her hands on his shoulder. She didn't have Elsa with her, no she'd left Elsa in the kitchen laying in her bassinet. But she did make sure to put the baby monitor on, and it was clipped to her hip. "Love, you must eat. Eat and spend some time with your family. Please? Elsa misses her Papa." she told him, leaning down to kiss the back of his ear gently.
Feeling her lips, he shuddered. Looking back at her and sighing. "I have to do this, Belle, for our daughter."
"Why? We can get someone else to do this. I think its more important you spend time with her than build her crib. She's only going to be little once. She'll get big, and you don't want to miss that..." she said, trying to reason with him.
"Well no..." he said with a sigh, looking forward. "But...but Belle, what kind of father could I be if I cannot do something so simple as build my daughter her crib?"
Belle shrugged, moving in front of him and kneeling down gently, reaching to rest her hands on the sides of his neck. "So you're not a handyman. So you'll love her and do all you can for her. Theres nothing wrong with that. You will be giving her a crib by having someone come and put it together."
"I...I utterly failed at this last time. I couldn't give Bae all the things he needed. And...and I cannot give Elsa all the things she needs.." he muttered, his eyes looking away from her.
So that was it, he was feeling insecure, scared of being a father again. She gave him a smile, shaking her head. "Being a father isn't all about building things for her. She already loves you, Rumple. And I'm sure she always will. I still love my daddy. Look, I know you made some mistakes with Baelfire. But, he was your first child, and you were doing it all by yourself. You don't have to do this by yourself, you're not in it alone. You've got me, you'll always have me. And we'll raise our daughter in the best possible way."
He listened to her, looking at her face and shaking his head, resting his hands on her wrists softly. "How can you always have so much confidence in me when I cannot even have confidence in myself?"
"Because I see you. I see the great things you do and the best parts of you. Years of self doubt and a loveless marriage, and the mean things people say...they all made you doubt yourself. Well, I don't doubt you, not one minute. I love you, I trust you."
He couldn't help but smile a little, nodding and leaning to kiss her softly, closing his eyes at the feeling of her lips on his, letting out a content sigh. "Mm, how I've missed you, dearest."
She smiled to him as she leaned back from the kiss, nodding. "And I've missed you too. Come, please eat dinner with us.." she asked.
Nodding before he stood up, letting go of her hands and taking his cane in one hand, looking down at her. "Alright, lets go. I do miss my Elsa."
Lacing her arm with his free one as she stood up, she smiled and started to walk out of the room with him. Slowly walking downstairs, cuddling up to his side as she smiled.
She led him into the kitchen and let his arm go as he sat down at the kitchen table. Walking over, she took two plates and placed them on the table, one in front of him and one at her spot. Putting a few extra dishes on the table, extra sides and all before she got them both their drinks.
Elsa started to squirm and whine, almost feeling people in the kitchen with her. Belle smiled and looked at Elsa. "I know, I know baby you're hungry." she said. Carefully picking her up and cradling her into her chest. Moving to sit down in her seat, she bounced Elsa a little, sighing. "Can mommy eat first?" she asked, looking at the baby's face.
A sigh came from Belle's lips as Elsa continued whining. "I suppose not." she said. Reaching to grab a cloth that was laying on the table from where she'd put it before. Resting it over her shoulder and reaching to start unbuttoning her shirt. She'd chosen to breastfeed, it'd have been the way she would have done it in the Enchanted Forest, and it was how she was going to do it here. But, she hadn't done it yet actually in front of Rumplestiltskin so openly.
And his eyes widened a bit, fork in hand as she started undoing her shirt. Swallowing a bit, he looked up to her face. "W-What are you doing?" he asked nervously. He was only nervous really because he knew Belle was off-limits until her body healed from having Elsa.
"Feeding Elsa, what else?" she asked with a small chuckle. Unbuttoning her shirt down to just below her breasts. Reaching up she brushed her bra strap off her shoulder and moved the cup down a little to uncover one of her breasts. Shifting Elsa so she could latch on, wincing a bit at first. It hurt a little at first whenever Elsa would latch on, but it would go away once she latched on well enough.
But Rumplestiltskin watched in almost strange fascination at the sight. He'd seen Mila breastfeed Bae, but it didn't make him react like this. He watched, swallowing a little as his fingers gripped the fork in his hands. It was oddly arousing, watching her breastfeed their child, his daughter. And he instantly felt bad about it, and good at the same time. Shifting in his seat, he swallowed a bit, feeling his pants getting uncomfortably tighter. At least he had the table in front of him to hide it.
At first, Belle didn't notice. She held onto Elsa carefully and reached to take her fork, leaning a bit over to take a bite of her food while Elsa fed. But when she looked up and saw the look on his face, she chuckled a bit. "Rumple, whats the matter? Your face is white as a sheet." she teased.
He swallowed and shook his head. "N-Nothing..." he muttered, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Yeah, they'd had sex once before she gave birth, but obviously not since then. And when they'd been together they'd had quite a lot of it. He wanted her, so bad, and he'd been doing pretty well restraining himself. She just had to breastfeed in front of him.
Belle chuckled. "The great Rumplestiltskin? Stuttering? Is the world ending?" she asked, shaking her head. "Come on whats the matter? You can tell me anything.."
And he blushed, actually blushed at her question. She knew him so well to know that he was lying about nothing being wrong. Slowly licking his lips, tearing his eyes away from her chest and looking down at his plate. He felt so wrong about being aroused by this, he really shouldn't. "You...um..." he started to say. But instead of saying it, he motioned towards her chest where Elsa breastfed peacefully.
It took her a moment, but she seemed to get it. Her eyes widened and she blushed, but then giggled, shaking her head. "Love, its perfectly normal. Does it make you uncomfortable?"
"N-No..no just...um...its...incredibly...hard." he muttered, hoping she understood.
And she did. Smiling a bit as she looked at him. "You know, its perfectly normal." she told him.
"It...it is?" he asked. Raising his head, he forced himself to look at just her face.
"Yeah it is. I read it in one of my books. Sometimes men have mixed feelings about breastfeeding. Some its uncomfortable for them, some its jealousy, some its...excitement. Its perfectly normal." she explained, giving him a soft smile.
He let out a breath he'd been holding and nodded. "O-okay...okay if...you say so. But...but seeing Mila breastfeed Bae didn't...feel like this." he said, trying hard to search for the right words each time.
"Maybe its because you're more attracted to me?" she asked with a small grin.
"Ohhh definitely. Mila and I didn't...have sex nearly as much as you and I did. She didn't...find me that appealing all of the time. It was an arranged marriage, and then when I returned from the first Ogre Wars she was married to the town coward, so why would she want to? It was never sexual with Mila. It was more of an...arrangement."
Belle nodded a little. "Yeah, but, just so you know...if you were still a poor shepherd or spinner or whatever, labeled a coward or not, I'd still want to jump your bones as much as I could. Never doubt my attraction to you, Rumple. Never. I'm not Mila. I'm me. And our marriage is based off love and trust." she said, smiling.
"That it is.." he said, looking at her and taking in a breath, trying to distract himself from the sight of her open shirt. He wanted to touch her so, so bad. And if she was well, he wouldn't hold himself back once she'd put Elsa down again.
Belle slowly picked at her food as Elsa ate, looking at Rumplestiltskin as he seemed to have trouble eating. Chuckling a bit as she chewed her food. "Oh, Rumple. So um...in this land we're not really married...not in the legal sense anyway...so...would you help me with the divorce from Jefferson?" she asked.
Glancing at her face, he nodded, swallowing what was in his mouth, his mind still clouded with a lot dirtier things than eating or talking of their marriage, or rather her marriage to Jefferson. "Of course. And then I shall make you my wife, again."
She smiled at that. "Thank you."
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The Dark Castle: Later in the night after Rumplestiltskin gave her the dagger
They both laid in bed quite peacefully now. A soft layer of sweat was still on their skin from their activities, but Rumple had magiced opened a window so a nice breeze blew through the room, cooling the heat on their skins. Belle laid on her back with the sheets coming up just around her hips. And Rumplestiltskin laid on his stomach, his cheek rested on her flat stomach, his fingers tracing small patterns along the skin of her stomach.
"Rumple..?" she asked, staring up at the ceiling, her arms stretched up above her, her elbows at the sides of her head and her hands resting just underneath her head.
"Hmm?" he asked absentmindedly, softly placing a kiss on her stomach just by her belly button.
Belle paused for a moment, considering what it was she wanted to ask, trying to form the right words. Slowly she glanced down at him. "What was it like? Your life before the dagger and the Dark One and all the magic?" she asked curiously.
He glanced up at her, blinking. "Oh Belle you wouldn't want to hear that."
"But I do. I want to know everything about you. Every little thing. The good, the bad, the ugly, the boring and the exciting. I'll tell you anything you want to know. I don't want to have secrets in our marriage, love. Secrets only come to bite us in the ass later. I trust you with everything I have, and now I know you trust me."
A smile played at his lips as he kissed her stomach gently again, rubbing his fingers over it and resting his hand on her side. Leaning his chin against her stomach lightly, looking up at her face. "Hm, alright then. Well...my mother died giving birth to me. My fathers name was Malcolm, he blamed me for ruining his life, stealing his youth..." he stated, rolling his eyes. "Eventually he ran away and left me...ran away to a place called Neverland."
"Neverland? I didn't think adults could live on Neverland. Isn't that a place for children?"
"It is..." he said, his smile fading as he thought of his father. Looking down a little, he rest his cheek back against her stomach and hugged closer to her. "He regained his youth by giving me up...calls himself Peter Pan now..."
"Oh Rumple..." she said. Moving her fingers to brush through his hair, gently brushing it behind his ear as she ran her fingers along the strands.
"No, its alright. I was raised by spinsters after that, taught how to spin. I met Mila through them when we were pretty young. They made a deal with Mila's father and we got married. We...tried to make it work for a long time. She was younger than me, didn't much care for me. Not that I cared for her a whole lot either.." he said with a sigh, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feel of her fingers brushing through the locks of his hair.
"I was um...drafted into the first Ogres War...and sent off to war. A seer told me I'd die on the battlefield, I'd leave my son fatherless...that Mila was to have my child. So...I...I injured myself and went home. Labeled a coward. Mila despised me, but she did give me a son..." he muttered, his voice stilling as he spoke of what he'd done. Glancing up at her face slowly. "Tis not a particularly proud moment of my life, Belle. But I had to, I had to for..."
"For your son." she finished for him, looking down at his face and smiling. "I would have just been happy you'd come home to me. That would have overjoyed me, to know you hadn't died. Rumple...I wouldn't know what I'd do without you.." she finished.
"Yeah well, Mila wasn't happy. She told me...told me that Baelfire would have been better off if I were dead, died a hero. I wonder if she's right sometimes. Because then Bae would be with his mother instead of heaven knows where.."
Belle sighed and shook her head. "No, thats not true. I'm glad you're here, Rumple, I love you. And if Mila were any kind of mother she would have wanted to work things out for her son."
Slowly he looked at her, crawling up to lay more next to her on his side. Leaning up against her, he moved his arm around her waist and pulled her up close. "She...she left me. Left us, Baelfire and me, for a pirate no less." he said.
"A pirate? She left her husband and son for a...pirate?" she asked, unable to hide the disdain from her voice. She couldn't see how a mother could leave her son, she wouldn't ever leave her child if she had one. And that idea made her blush, the idea of having children with Rumplestiltskin. How did she even bring it up?
Rumple nodded, leaning and kissing the side of her neck softly. "I didn't make her happy anymore...she left to be with him. She's dead now...I...I killed her, after I became the Dark One. Took her heart and crushed it, and took off the pirates hand." he said, looking up at her face. "I was so, so angry, Belle. So angry that she left me, but more importantly so angry that she left Baelfire without a mother. I didn't set out to kill her, I set out to kill the pirate. But...but I'm not exactly upset that I ended up killing her instead. I've done...bad things in my past, Belle...a lot of bad things. Would you...still love me if you knew them all?"
Gently she rest one hand on his cheek, bringing his face up to look at hers and smiling to him, nodding. "I would. You have all of my heart, Rumplestiltskin. I don't care about the things you've done in your past. I just want to know you is all. I'm going to be right there with you, love. For better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. I promised to love you forever, and I will keep that promise until my dying breath."
He smiled, looking down into her eyes. "Well, good thing that dying bit won't happen for a long.." he started, leaning and kissing her shoulder. "Long." placing a kiss on the base of her neck. "Long..." another kiss on the underside of her jaw. "Time." he whispered into her ear, kissing and nipping at the earlobe, making her shudder and giggle.
"Rumpleeee, stop. Gosh, who knew the Dark One could be so horny?" she asked with another small giggle.
He continued to kiss and nibble on her ear carefully and slowly. "Mm, you wanted the beast, my dear. And the beast inside me just wants to ravish you over and over and over. I'll never get enough of you." he whispered to her ear, starting to place kisses along the side of her neck.
Gently he shifted to crawl on top of her, and she shifted her legs to let him in-between them, her knees at his side as her arms moved around his neck, rubbing the back of it slowly.
"Oh Rumple..." she groaned out, closing her eyes and taking in a breath. "Is this...is this a way to distract me from our conversation?"
Rumplestiltskin shrugged and glanced up at her face. "Maybe I just need you to show me just how devoted to me you are."
"Again?" she asked, opening her eyes halfway to look down into his. Running her fingers along the back of his neck and leaning to kiss his bottom lip.
"Always." he whispered back.
She smiled and leaned to kiss him fully, leaning up close to him. Slipping her legs around his waist to pull him flush against her as she leaned back from the kiss, hearing a groan coming from him. Laying back on the bed, she looked up at him, resting her hands on his chest and running her fingers up it slowly. "If the beast wants to ravish me, he should." she said with a soft grin.
Looking down at her, he chuckled. "Oh I like how you think, my beauty." he said. Moving his fingers to grasp her thighs, pulling her closer to press himself against her. Running his fingers up her thighs and resting his hands on her hips. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you love this."
She let out a moan as she felt him press flush against her like that. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back against the bed. She was a bit more sensitive than earlier since they'd already done this once tonight, but it'd been long enough that she wasn't too sensitive. "Mmm, I do. Take me, Rumple."
He ran his fingers along her hips, leaning down and kissing the middle of her chest between her breasts, looking up at her face. "Not like this." he said. Leaning back from her, causing her to whine at the loss of contact. Using his hands on her hips, he helped her move around so she sat on her hands and knees in front of him. Slipping his hands down to take hers, bringing them up and resting them on the headboard, making her fingers grip the gold there. Her fingers slipped through to grip the cold metal beneath them as he pressed up close to her.
Glancing back at him, she grinned a bit. "Ohh I see how you want it." she said, leaning and kissing him gently.
His hand slid up her arm to rest on the back of her neck, slipping his fingers through her long brown locks and pulling her hair just slightly, not enough to actually hurt her as he leaned back from the kiss, leaning to kiss her ear. "I want you to scream for me, Belle."
"Mm, yes Sir." she said slowly, chewing on her bottom lip as she waited for him. He was so close to her, but not close enough still.
Sitting up on his knees, he slid his other hand to rest on her hip, his one hand still entangled slightly in her hair. He entered her in one long, hard thrust, filling her up, causing her to gasp in surprise and then moan out. She hadn't quite seen it coming right when he'd done it. Biting her bottom lip as she moaned, feeling him filling her so much. It was always an amazing feeling, to feel filled by him, filled in a way no other man would ever fill her.
"Rumple!" she moaned out. Tilting her head forward, only to have him lightly pull it back so her head was tilted back and her back arched a little.
He stayed still for a moment, feeling her around him. She always felt so amazing, like she was made for him. But after a moment he quickly started to move his hips, thrusting in and out of her. And he wasn't being gentle, either. He started out with long, hard thrusts into her, pounding her from behind, making her whole body bounce and jump a little with each thrust in.
But he wasn't hurting her, oh no it definitely wasn't pain she felt. Taking in a few deep breaths, her fingers grasping at the gold of their headboard tighter as he pounded into her. "Oh gods! Rumple! Rumple!" she moaned out loudly, verging on screaming.
"Belle..." he moaned out, taking in a breath as he thrust his hips. His hand on her hip gripped it, pulling her into his thrusts. Slowly he let her hair go to grasp her other hip, pulling her back towards him thrust for thrust.
When he let her hair go, she tilted her head forward, taking in a deep breath and gasping. Slowly her fingers slid down the headboard, her nails trying to grip at the gold a little until her cheek pressed against the pillows. Her fingers found the pillows as she screamed out. "F-Faster! Oh gods, harder! Rumple! Rumple! Fuck me!" she screamed out, closing her eyes tighter. She no longer was on her hands and knees, but her cheek was pressed against the pillow with her hips up for him.
And he listened to her, thrusting forward into her harder and faster, oh he wasn't gentle at all, he was being rough with her, and she loved it. She loved when he was gentle, too, but there was just something about his roughness that she loved too. She loved how primal it'd felt to be with him like this, to see this side of him. Never before would she have thought she'd like it rough just as much, but now she did. There were a lot of things about her she was discovering that she didn't know before meeting her husband.
He moaned and made soft grunts as he thrust against her. He could feel her starting to come undone in his hands as he moved his hips. "S-Scream...s-cream for me, B-Belle. Who...who do you belong to?" he asked in soft pants.
"R-Rumple! Rumple-stiltski-nnnn!" she screamed out, his full name rolling off her tongue in broken letters. Her whole body shook with the force of her climax, she opened her mouth in a silent scream and stars flooded behind her closed eyes at the power of it. Her fingers gripped into the pillows as tightly as she could, so tight her knuckles turned white as she shuddered.
He could feel her fall over the edge, feel her insides clamp around him tightly, milking him. One of his hands let go of her hip and moved to reach and grab the headboard. Thrusting forward into her fully before he fell over the edge too. Gasping and panting as he let out a loud moan.
Belle collapsed against the bed, breathing hard and panting like she'd just run a marathon, her whole body shuddering a little bit as she tried to regain some sort of logical thought in her brain.
Slowly Rumplestiltskin followed her against the bed, laying on his side and bringing her to lay on her side as well, spooning her against his back, his length still pushed deep inside her, still connected to her. His arms slowly moved around her waist, resting his forehead against the back of her left shoulder, his eyes closed.
"G-G-Gods..." he muttered as soon as he could form words.
Belle nodded a little, panting slowly as she moved her fingers to rest on the back of his hands. "A-Agreed.." she panted, smiling slowly. Oh she could live with mind-blowing sex like that as often as possible.
"Did...did I...hurt you?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath. Opening his eyes halfway and looking up at her face slowly.
She shook her head, shifting to turn her head and looking at him. "Mm, no. Well, I'll be...I'll be sore tomorrow. But...but gods that...that was...amazing. I love...love when the beast comes out to play." she said with a small smile.
He chuckled a bit, leaning and kissing the side of her head. "My wife is such a bad girl."
Belle smiled, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, cuddling back into him and shuddering as she still felt him buried deep inside her. "Oohh you love it. Besides, I married the Dark One...bad girl comes with the territory."
"Is that so?" he asked with a grin. Laying his head back against the pillow, kissing the top of her head as he spooned her against his chest. "Sleep." he whispered.
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Storybrooke: After Dinner
Finally Elsa had been fed, changed, Belle had actually gotten to eat, and Rumplestiltskin cleaned up the dishes. She just finished cleaning her plate since she'd been at the table a bit longer than Rumple because she had to feed Elsa before she could eat.
Rumplestiltskin had taken his daughter into the living room to sit on the couch. Sitting back, he held his daughter against his chest with a small smile, looking down at her, rubbing her back slowly. Elsa shifted, her cheek resting on his shoulder, cuddling close to him as she laid quietly, content, but she wasn't asleep yet.
When the doorbell rang, Rumple went to get up but Belle got to it first, and she wasn't even in the living room. "I've got it!" she said. Walking to the door and smiling as she saw the town handyman she'd called to come finish the crib and changing table today. She'd called before dinner, sure that she could get Rumplestiltskin out of the room.
"Oh hey there, come on in. Head upstairs...third door on your right, across from our room. I think you know where it is." she said with a small smile. Oh Rumple was going to love this...not.
But the man looked at her with a soft nod. "Alright, I'll go finish. The crib and changing table, right?" he asked. When she nodded, he returned her nod. "Oh..um, Mrs. Stan...I thought I should tell you...Sheriff Graham...passed away a little bit ago..." he whispered.
Belle's eyes widened and one hand moved to rest on her mouth. "Graham? Are you serious? From what?"
"Heart attack. News is going around town. Surely it'll be in the papers tomorrow.."
"A heart attack? Graham was healthier than me for gods sake..." she said, looking down. Regina, that had to be it. Gripping the towel she held in her hands, swallowing and nodding. "Thanks...thanks for telling me. So...who is going to be Sheriff now?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
He shrugged a bit. "Dunno. Possibly Miss. Swan? She was deputy..." he said. "I'm going to go and finish that crib and all for you so I can head out. I just wanted to let you know."
Belle nodded. "Yes, thank you." she said, letting him in and closing the door behind her. She'd been close to Graham, once upon a time, in the Enchanted Forest, Graham was the Huntsman. But he wasn't always a Huntsman, before becoming the Huntsman he had a life, a life as Graham, the Prince of Avonlea, her older brother. Leaning back against the door slowly as she looked down at the floor, trying not to get upset.
After a moment, she pushed herself up a little and walked into the living room quietly, taking a seat next to Rumple as she looked down at her lap. Resting both hands in her lap and gripping the towel there tightly.
"Belle?" Rumplestiltskin asked, resting one hand on her shoulder and lightly shaking her. "Belle? Who was at the door? Whats going on?"
Her eyes raised to meet his, unshed tears glistening in them. "Grahams dead..." she whispered, turning her head away. "Regina...Regina, she took him. It had to have been her, she had taken his heart in the Enchanted Forest. She killed him."
"Oh my Belle..." Rumplestiltskin said, moving his arm around her shoulder and bringing her up to his side, still holding Elsa in his other arm.
Slowly she curled up against his side, hiding her face in his shoulder and letting out a soft cry into his shirt. Her fingers moved to grip the material tightly. Of course Rumplestiltskin knew the whole truth about her family, he hadn't been the only one to spill secrets. Not many people even knew the Huntsman's true identity, who he'd grown up as, and how he'd only become the Huntsman once he left Avonlea. But Rumplestiltskin knew, she'd told him the whole truth about her family, about her brother.
Rumple moved his hand up and down her shoulder and arm, moving his hand to rest on her back and slipping up to the back of her neck. Carefully rubbing it slowly as he looked down at her. "Regina won't get away with this, dearest. Everything will be okay, Graham will get justice."
Belle sniffled and nodded, cuddling up close to him. "I hope so...she deserves justice for so much more, so much more than people know. Why couldn't we get Grahams heart back before the curse? Why, Rumple?" she asked, looking up at him.
He sighed, meeting her gaze. "She held his heart too close to her possession, it was impossible, love."
Shifting to rest her cheek on his shoulder, sniffling a little and looking towards Elsa. "He didn't even get to remember. He...he didn't even get to meet Elsa. I'd...I'd hoped this curse and this new start would give me a new start with him. Maybe...maybe make Papa realize he'd done wrong by him. Pretty stupid thought I guess.." she said with a sigh.
"No, not stupid. It's perfectly normal and healthy for us to hope and dream, love." he said, looking at her and smiling a little, trying to make her feel better. "Your father is a fool for turning his son away. He'll realize that, he may already realize that. And this place is a new start, a new chance."
She sighed, closing her eyes halfway as she cuddled up to him. "I don't want a new start anymore. I want to go home, back to the Enchanted Forest, back to the Dark Castle. I want to go home, Rumple.."
Slowly he rubbed her back, shaking his head. "Thats pretty impossible, love. Maybe one day we can find a way home, alright? Until then, this is our home."
Belle nodded softly, reaching up to wipe her eyes and taking in a deep breath, closing her eyes a little as she let out that same breath. "I know. I just wanted my brother to know the truth...to remember. In this fake ass town I'm nothing to him, never have been. I hate what Regina's done to all of us."
"And the curse will be broken by Emma Swan, the savior. I promise you, and all things will come out, and Regina will get whats coming to her." he said, looking at her. "I'll make sure of it."
Looking at him, Belle leaned up to kiss him just softly before she nodded, moving her head back onto his shoulder silently, hugging close to him as tears slid down her cheeks.
She just wanted everything to work out, and hopefully, it would.
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A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUN! I totally have changed the Huntsman's history. How'd you like that little twist there?
And, for the record, I only killed off Graham because he was in the show. {Or is he really dead? :-O! Blasphemy!} You'll have to read to find out what I've decided.
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