Night after night I'm suffering

Months have gone by it seems like dozens

Why do I feel so numb?

Heal me now

"The leap" – Tinashe

Belle hurried out of the dining hall and in to the kitchen. She left the tray with all of its contents and then closed the door behind her, freeing the breath that was caught on her throat and lifting her fingers to her mouth shocked at herself, good God, what had she just done?! She had kissed her employer, even more she had even behaved in an improper manner in front of him. Her master must think that she is desperate, and in a way she was. She felt so anxious, almost to the point of doing anything as long as she could have her sanity back, though that meant she had to return to bed with him. Until her body had been sated, her lucidity would return. Now she understood that more than ever.

With her mind filled with lustful thoughts she started to roam, washing the dishes and dusting shelves, doing everything that she noticed needed to be done trying to keep herself busy. Just like the day before, she prayed that she didn't end up seeing her master. She was afraid of how she might behave in front of him and she was terrified of what could happen once night had fallen. She wanted to feel his cold hands once more, reach paradise, the ecstasy covering her skin… how would it be to become his lover and lose her virginity to an experience lover like him? She let the thought wonder because after all: she would never meet another man in her life.

"It is forever, dearie."

That was part of the deal when she agreed to leave with him. At the beginning she took it as a challenge, but now his words were like a vow, a clausal in a marriage to her ears. She hadn't signed any official document, just an old parchment with the guidelines of the deal; and for obvious reasons, there had been no clergy man that could had obliged her to say those words. But, what difference did it made? It was a fact that her life was restricted to him only, they lived together… and they had even shared a bed.

She stroked the idea only to discard it immediately. How could she love someone that didn't even let her know him? She knew very little about her employer, but through everything, she had never known him to have a lover, or any sign of having had one. Or could a man that had someone to share his bed with, be capable of showing such lonely eyes? But then, where had he acquired his abilities and passion in the art of passion?

"Let me instruct you in the art of lovers"

It was clear that he had a milestone of life behind him. A road that, inevitably, had taking him to loneliness. What kind of ghosts tortured his old soul? Forcing him to wander, burying all that passion in pain? What had caused him such suffering that he closed himself so tightly? Stopping any one from coming to close, including her?

Belle shook the rag she had been cleaning the last shelve with. It seemed like the activity had serve its purpose, she was feeling more relaxed. Yet she was remorseful that she had to think of his pain and suffering to hide from the lust that threatened her mind.

She went in to another hall, taking advantage of her motivation, she decided to enter the Treasure room, it was by no means its official name, but it was how she referred to it because inside it was the largest collection of artifacts that her master owned. It was full with objects from all over the world, trinkets that she had no idea what their purpose was, her master absented from telling their story or utility. So she usually took some time to let her imagination roam and debated with herself what their purpose or history was. And usually, it was the room that most dust accumulated, which made it the perfect distraction.

She entered, armed with multiple rags, buckets of water and soap; deciding to start with the most difficult part she went directly to the end of the room where some of the most precious objects were, those that had to be cleaned with extra care, even those, that she mustn't ever touch. She always had left for last this area simply for the time that it took to clean it. Nevertheless, today was a perfect day to start. She took out an old trunk that had multiple layers of dust on it and open it. She was expecting some sort of object, certainly not what she was seen. With the utmost care she took and unfolded the cloth, extending it on her lap. They were a child's garments.

Intrigued, she moved her hands over it. It was a rough fabric; it wasn't expensive or looked high class. What she had in her lap was one of the most humble pieces of clothing she had seen in her life. She lifted up to have a better look at it. It contrasted in a curiously with the rest of the objects in the room. Surrounded by jewels, silverware and precious stones where this simple pieces of clothing, carefully folded and guarded as if it were one of the most precious treasures in the world. She tried to figure out its story, but she doubted that the garment could give her any detail at a glance. A simple piece of cloth, yet it was in the same room with other articles of great value. Her master must be keeping it because of personal reasons. Could this have been… from a son? If there was once a family, what happened to them?

A strange sound startled her, not wasting time she let the clothes back in to the trunk and went in the direction of the sound. Fearing that she had touched something personal and that her master was angered she peeked. But saw nothing.

"Rumplestiltskin?"

She called out, but there was no answer. Maybe a mouse had stumble upon something. Taking advantage of the distraction, she turned towards the old grandfather clock that decorated the room. It was after three, it would soon be time for supper and with that night was almost here. She reprimanded herself for the thought, simply reminding the morning incident made her lust come to the front of her mind. Constantly she told herself that she was under the influence of a spell and with this, the last night, they would be free of the spells effects. She only had to survive one way or another until then. Come tomorrow her mind would be working normally… or that she expected.

"Belle, here you are"

She turned at hearing her name. Rumplestiltskin was in the entrance to the Treasure Room, he took some steps towards her and Belle couldn't stop herself from swallowing nervously, it was like she had summoned him with her thoughts. Uncomfortable she turned and went back to where she had left the cleaning materials at the end of the room, not before asking her master about his presence there.

"Can I help you?"

Her master was observing her very intently, making her cheeks burn, her nervousness was obvious now.

"I require your services this moment"

Not understanding she turned to question him with her gaze. She could guess what he was referring to, but the use of those words was something unusual from him. He usually arrived already listing his orders and when the order wasn't direct he sent her to another room of the castle to take care of another task. But the moment she made direct visual contact her mind blocked. Well he wasn't the only one that was acting strange. She had to be just, she wasn't herself either. It was the effects of the spell. Or that she believed.

"What can… what can I help you with?"

Her master strode towards her and took her aggressively from her waist, handling her so that she would be flushed against his body. Feeling dizzy with the sudden movement she stood paralyzed against his chest. The gaze of her master fell to the open neckline of her dress lowering his face to the crook of her neck, without giving her time to say a thing he lowered his hands under her skirt, finding and caressing her buttocks, lifting her dress over her legs.

"What are you doing?! We have to wait until nightfall!

He smiled, but she did not notice, his face was still cradle in her neck not letting her make eye contact.

"Maybe I don't want to wait until then, or will you refuse later?

"I gave my word and accepted the deal, I will keep it. So…"

He kept traveling her body whit his lustful hands, Belle could not stop the small moan from escaping. The way he was caressing her body was too effusive, very differently from how he had touched her until then. Her hips starting moving in a small sway, anxious for the pleasure they promised, unable to stop them by her own will.

"You know we shouldn't, or the spell…!"

Belle tried to step aside from him, but she was a prisoner in his arms. She lifted her arms trying to create space between them, her hands found the amulet that hang from her neck, she tried to feel for his, but she only felt his chest under his clothes. There was none.

"You took off…"

Before she could finishes her sentence he drew his lips to hers. He took her by force, something wasn't right; her master had taken his necklace off and the spell must be overpowering him. He moved his lips over hers and entered her moist mouth aggressively, she that had found his kisses to be pleasant, until now, felt aversion for his mouth. His kiss was… different.

"No!"

Belle cried, moving apart from him but he took her wrist forcing her to stay flushed against him. It was then that she noticed, his shoulders were wider and his chest sturdier from what she remembered. That masculine form she knew, she looked to the hands that had her prisoner, his fingers more rough and thick, different from the thin and long that had known her skin. And finally that gaze, different from the observing and calculating ones that made her feel desired; in its place she saw demanding and penetrating eyes.

Her face loosed color, barely responding in a whisper. She had in front of her someone with the appearance of Rumplestiltskin, but that was not him. She knew that look; the eyes that only saw hunt trophies. That only saw the crown of Avonlea. That would never… see her.

"Gaston…"

Looking for a sign

Karma's coming back for us

I was waiting on you

Waiting on you…

"The leap" – Tinashe

Victorylily: Lily here! It is lovely to have more time for myself, look we have a whole new chapter ready for all of you. Here you go mama *wink* hope you like this.

Victory: Yeah, 'cause I got us a job. (Entering the room and throwing some clothes at Lily) Catch.

Lily: What? Victory! (Looking at clothes) What is this? A uniform!? Victory? Wait! (Follows Victory out of the room)

*Meanwhile*

Sialia A. Muñoz: (In La Malinche mountain)Look all those bluebirds! And they are Sialias too! I guess if they´ll accept me as one of them... Aww, the majority is already paired.

Sialia´s field partener: Erhm... are you all right? We still have other nest box to check, you know...