Chapter Ten
Belle had insisted that after they were done eating she be the one that cleaned up. She thought it was simply unfair for Rumpelstiltskin to have to cook and wash up, so she banished him to the living room after they were done. She would have allowed him to stay, but knew that if he saw sat there watching her long enough he would be tempted to assist her. She was washing dishes now, gazing out the window as she rinsed the dish in her hand and watching the leaves blow around the backyard. The final dish in her hand finally clean, she placed it in the strainer and dried her hands off with a nearby towel. She turned around in a slow circle, making sure she hadn't missed anything then placed the towel on the counter next to the strainer. Belle put her hands on her hips and smiled, proud of her work, and began to slowly walk towards the doorway of the living room.
Rumpelstiltskin sat in his arm chair, fidgeting as her heard her in the kitchen. He hated when he wasn't allowed to help because in his mind he never wanted Belle to have to do anything around the house at all. It took a lot from him to not get up and go finish the cleaning himself. After a few minutes, he turned on the television, trying to distract himself with a soap opera but soon got sick of the show and began furiously flicking through the channels. He couldn't find anything that sparked any interest for him and shut off the television, slamming the remote down on the side table next to him and growling to himself. He began to drum his fingers on the arms of the chair, impatiently waiting for Belle to finish in the kitchen.
Belle peeked her head around the corner into the living room. Rumpelstiltskin was in his chair, his back towards her and looking very impatient. She giggle quietly so he wouldn't hear and just stood there watching him for a moment. She knew that just hearing her clean up had been difficult for him. He was usually the one doing the daily chores around the house and when Belle offered her help, he always said no and made her go relax. To be honest, she was sick and tired of relaxing. She finally walked up behind Rumpelstiltskin and wrapped her arms around him from the back of the chair, her hands resting on his chest. She leaned her head down and kissed the top of his head, smiling against his hair and sighing.
Rumpelstiltskin placed his hands on top of Belle's wrapping one hand around her wrist and gently leading her around the chair to the front of it. He pulled her down to him, making her sit on his lap and wrapping himself around her as much as he could. "There you are." he said, in a low, relieved tone. "Finally, you are finished."
Belle chuckled and re-positioned herself so she was laying down in his arms. She looked up at him and brought her hand to his cheek, gazing into his eyes and wrapping a strand of his hair around her finger. "Yes, I am done. Drove you crazy did it? Listening to me clean?" she said, smiling at him. Belle knew the answer to this question, but was curious about how he was going to answer it.
Rumpelstiltskin looked down at Belle and scoffed a little. "No, no. Not at all." he said, trying to cover his lie. "Why would cleaning bother me?" He was a terrible liar. Even he could hear the lie slipping through the cracks in his voice. After trying to give her a calm look, he finally gave up and hung his head down, his frustration finally coming through. "It bother me immensely." he said, looking over at her again. "Did you put everything where it belongs? Is the sink clear? Did you…"
Belle interrupted Rumpelstiltskin's sentence by pressing her lips against his and softly holding his head there. She inhaled deeply and continued to kiss him as she felt him relax beneath her. She kept her lips pressed to him, deepening their kiss slightly and pressing her body against his. She ran her fingers through his hair, ensuring that he was calm before she released him from her embrace. As their lips parted, she opened her eyes and gazed into his, smiling brightly and each of her hands on either side of his face. "You need to learn when to stop talking." Her smile widened and she stroked his cheek with her thumb.
Rumpelstiltskin smiled back at Belle, amazed that she could calm him down so quickly. He gently ran his hands beneath her, cradling her in his arms and gently standing up. He stood in the same spot for a moment, just looking at her in awe. He didn't think he would ever be able to get over how completely beautiful she was. As he looked at her, other thoughts began to enter his mind. He wanted, but then again, he always wanted her. No amount of time together would even quench his eternal thirst for her flesh. He debated on whether or not to set her down on the floor or to carry her upstairs to the bedroom. After a few more moments of gazing into her cerulean eyes, her bent down and set her feet down softly on the ground.
Belle was a little surprised that Rumpelstiltskin put her down. He had that look in his eyes that he got only when he was craving her. She looked at him, a little puzzled, then moved closer to him, placing a deep but tender kiss upon his lips to let him know that if he wanted her now, she was there. She deepened the kiss a little, pressed her body against him once more and placing her hands on his shoulders. As their lips moved together, her hands traveled down his torso to his waist, then back up again. As she reached the top, her fingers found the top button of his shirt and softly undid it, moving down to the next one and hoping he took the hint.
Rumpelstiltskin could hold himself together much longer. Every move Belle's hands or mouth made was intoxicating, and he was slowly becoming inebriated by her taste. His tongue dove into her mouth and his arms pulled her closer to him, taking her obvious invitation very seriously. His hands traveled along her body, attempting to touch everything in only a few seconds. Once her realized how he was acting, his hands finally rested on the small of her back, holding her against him and kissing her passionately.
Belle let out a soft squeak against Rumpelstiltskin's lips, her want for him growing with every movement he made. She ran her fingers through his hair again, breathing him in and coming to stand on her tip toes. He hands traveled down him again, unbuttoning more of his buttons, her movements mimicked by her mouth. They stood there for what seemed like forever, her passion for him growing every second, their lips locked together and never breaking.