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Rumplestiltskin groaned as he leaned against the desk, willing himself to calm down.

He'd been half hard just at the sight of her in a wet blouse. Seeing Belle in nothing but her underwear had been almost enough to finish him off. It was the most he'd ever seen of his Beauty. The one time they'd been together, they'd only uncovered enough of themselves as was necessary.

He'd allowed himself, for just a moment, to pretend that he was Andrew Gold, and she was Izzy. There was no long complicated history between them, they were simply an average married couple, the biggest secrets between them a hidden bank account or an undisclosed debt. But they were not Izzy and Andrew. They were Rumplestiltskin and Belle, and the secrets between them were curses and magic and death.

Hearing her gasp out his cursed name had been enough to return him to himself. He was trying oh so hard to rationalize his way out of this situation.

Izzy wanted him, if he turned her down she'd be hurt. The tenuous peace they seemed to have established would be upset. If she left him, it would be harder to protect her from Regina. At the same time, Izzy wasn't Belle. He couldn't take advantage of his true love's body when she wasn't herself.

He'd had far too much to drink to be thinking about this.

It had taken every ounce of his willpower to pull away from her. If he was faced with her again, he didn't know if he could hold out. Rumplestiltskin cursed his weak human body once again. He'd been back to himself for merely two days and he already couldn't keep his cock to himself.

He pushed away from the desk with another groan. Grabbing his cane, he limped out to the hallway, his steps even more labored than usual due to his painfully hard erection.

He'd made up his mind. He would go to the bedroom and let Izzy down easy. She'd mentioned his ankle. As much as he hated to show weakness there, he could blame physical pain and an inability to perform. He could soften the blow with kisses. He could certainly take care of her without finding his own pleasure. He'd find a way to satisfy her without taking anything for himself. And then he'd retreat to the shower and take care of the problem in his pants.

It was as solid a plan he could think of under the circumstances, but as he entered the bedroom, all rational thought flew out of his head.

Izzy did not play fair.

It had been hard enough seeing Belle in nothing but her knickers. Now she was spread out across their bed completely, deliciously naked. Rumplestiltskin took in her entire form for the first time, from her dark chestnut curls spread out across the pillows, to her small pert breasts, their rosy peaks hardening under his gaze, down the length of her long pale legs. His eyes lingered between her legs, breath catching at the sight of her sex completely bare. Women in this land had far different grooming habits than the Enchanted Forest.

His cock gave an unforgivable twitch. Well, he was going to hell anyway, why not truly damn himself?

Izzy reached a hand out toward him. "Come here," she said with a coy smile.

And he did. Like a man possessed he stumbled forward, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. Izzy sat up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck as he shucked off his shoes and socks. He could feel her soft curves molding against his back. Then she was pulling him around to face her, taking his face between her palms and stroking the stubble across his cheeks with the pads of her thumbs.

She kissed him sweetly then, without the consuming fire they had felt in his study a moment ago. It reminded him of another kiss so long ago. The kiss that began everything, and he thought ended it as well. But it hadn't. He'd been gifted with a second chance with Belle, and why shouldn't he take it? He had done wrong by her in the past. It was time to fix that. True Love could break any curse, and that's what they had once upon a time. If he made her love him, truly love him as she had before, maybe her memories would return without the Savior breaking the curse.

Maybe she would still want him, even after all this time and all the mistakes he'd made. They could work together to break the curse and find Baelfire. It was a pipe dream, but one that made his entire chest warm.

With that in mind, Rumple deepened the kiss, rolling Izzy onto her back and settling between her legs. His hands skimmed up and down the length of her body, trying to memorize every detail he'd ever taken for granted.

Izzy sighed as he trailed kisses down her throat and across her chest, taking one hardened peak into his mouth and suckling. He nipped her flesh gently and Izzy squealed, burying her hands in his hair to hold him to her as he started to pull away.

"Do it again," she said breathlessly.

Rumple dragged his teeth across her hardened nipple once again, laving it with his tongue when he was finished. His hand came up to cup her other breast, his fingers kneading her flesh and plucking her nipple as Izzy squirmed beneath him.

When he was done thoroughly worshipping her breasts, he continued down the length of her body, kissing across the flat planes of her stomach until he reached his ultimate destination, breathing in the heady sent of her arousal.

His body was painfully aware that it hadn't felt the warmth of a woman in over thirty years, but he was determined to have Izzy's pleasure first.

He settled himself between her legs, spreading her thighs apart, breath ghosting over her most intimate places. A fierce masculine pride surged through him at the thought that no one but him had ever seen Belle in such a way. In both the Enchanted Forest and their cursed memories he had been her only lover.

Izzy was shaking beneath him as he parted her folds with his tongue, letting out breathy little gasps as her hands fisted in the bedclothes. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her close and settling her thighs on his shoulders as his tongue went deeper, tasting the sweet musk of her. And oh how he'd wanted this for so long. He'd hated himself for it in the Dark Castle, stumbling upon Belle stooped over scrubbing the floors, her perfect little bottom in the air as she went about her work. He'd dreamed of this then, of her letting him taste her, ready and willing for him.

Pushing those thoughts from his head, Rumple applied himself to his task, swirling his tongue around the bud of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Izzy's legs began to tremble as he gently sucked her swollen clit. One of her small hands plunged into his hair, holding him to her as the other scratched at his bare shoulder, her hips rocking against his mouth.

Her breathy little cries were gaining volume as he inserted a finger into her tight heat, slowly thrusting in and out as his tongue flicked against her. And then Izzy's entire body was wracked with spasms, her cries reaching a fever pitch before she collapsed back against the pillows. Gold had never seen anything as beautiful as Belle at the height of passion. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from his kisses, chest heaving as she came back to herself.

He climbed back up the length of her body, settling himself at her side as he kissed her once more. Izzy moaned contentedly into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You haven't done that in a while," she said with a purr.

He'd actually never done that, at least not to her. But Izzy didn't know that. To her this was nothing special, just a couple reconnecting after a bit of a dry spell. For him, this was coming home. Expressing his love for her in the only way he could after far too long apart.

And that's why he couldn't finish this. Not the way she wanted. She had no idea what this really meant.

He started to pull away but Izzy was already pushing at his shoulders, rolling him onto his back. She had straddled him a moment later, her hands undoing the button and fly on his trousers and starting to pull them down.

He grabbed her wrists for the second time that night.

"What are you doing?"

Izzy looked confused. "Taking your pants off. How else am I supposed to return the favor?"

Rumple could feel his eyes bulging in his head. The idea of Belle's perfect mouth around his cock was too much to take. He grasped her by the hips and gently eased her off of him.

"What are you doing?" Izzy asked, sounding affronted.

"Sweetheart, you don't owe me anything. It was my pleasure."

"But I want to," Izzy frowned. She reached for him again, cupping one hand over his erection and Rumple nearly fell off the bed in his haste to extract himself from her grasp.

Standing proved to be a bad idea. With his belt, buttons and fly all undone, his trousers slid down his legs pooling around his ankles, and Rumple was left standing in the middle of the bedroom in nothing but a pair of boxers.

Izzy suddenly seemed to feel the sting of rejection as she crossed her arms protectively across her naked chest.

"I'm sorry," she said, gathering the rumpled bedclothes to her chest, a belated attempt at protecting her modesty. "I guess I misread the signals tonight."

One look at her dejected face had Rumplestitlskin mentally kicking himself. What was the point of being noble if Belle was still hurt?

"You didn't misread anything, sweetheart."

"You obviously don't want this," she said, shrinking even more into herself beneath the covers. "I'm not going to force myself on someone unwilling, even my own husband."

Gold gestured at his engorged cock, clearly visible through his underwear.

"On what planet is this unwilling?"

Izzy looked up at him confusedly. "Then what's wrong?"

He had no answer for her, at least none that would make any sense. "I'm sorry but you're actually an alternate personality of my True Love and to fuck you would feel like infidelity and also disrespectful to your body, oh and all your memories are false" didn't seem like a satisfactory explanation.

"Izzy, if you…touch me, I'm likely to erupt."

The corner of Izzy's mouth quirked up in the beginnings of a smile. "Well that is the general idea."

"I can't make it good for you, Isobel."

"You've already made it good for me," Izzy said, biting her lip deliciously. "Now it's your turn. Let me please you. I want to."

When had his sweet little caretaker turned into such a minx?

Dropping the bed sheets to her waist, Izzy clamored to her knees on the bed, snaking her arms around his neck.

"Don't think so much."

So he didn't.

His lips found hers once more, as Gold maneuvered Izzy back to lie against the pillows. Kissing her breathless, he snaked one hand between them, stroking a finger against her entrance and finding her positively dripping.

With a growl, Gold left her lips to trail kisses down her neck, sinking his teeth into the tender place where her neck and shoulder met. Izzy cried out and bucked her hips against his, driving him wild.

Andrew Gold was an attorney, and Rumplestiltskin was fairly certain no court of law could hold him responsible for his actions as Izzy ground her hips against his. All thought left his mind as Izzy grappled with his boxers, pushing them down and freeing his tortured cock at long last.

Wrapping one hand around his engorged length, she gave him two pumps before he was grabbing her hand and pulling it away.

"If you keep that up we won't get to the good part," he whispered in her ear, as Izzy giggled.

She was wrapping her legs around his waist a moment later and urging him on.

"Please. I need you."

At that, Rumple couldn't seem to find a single argument left in his head. Belle needed him. She wanted him. And he'd be damned if he ever refused her anything ever again.

Taking himself in hand, he lined them up before slowly pushing into her.

She was just as tight and hot and wet as he remembered from their one tryst in the dungeons of his castle. But this time, he would do things right. This time, they were cushioned on a plush bed with rich coverings. They were in a warm bedroom, the glow of the lamplight playing across their bodies. This was far away from the cold, dingy, grey dungeon of the Dark Castle. This is how it should have always been.

Izzy's legs tightened around him, pulling him deep within her until their hips were flush against each other.

Rumple let out a muffled sob at the feeling of being completely sheathed within his Belle once more, tears springing to his eyes at the depth of love he felt for her.

Izzy reached up and cupped his cheek with one hand, her thumb smoothing across his cheekbone.

"I've missed you," she said, pressing her forehead against his.

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea."

And then he was moving within her with slow, deep thrusts. Izzy was moving with him, rolling her hips until he was going even deeper within her.

Picking up his pace, their mouths met in a sloppy kiss.

"God, Belle, you feel so fucking good."

Izzy moaned against his mouth, grabbing his ass to urge him on faster. She angled her hips up until he was grinding against her clit, her moans turning into a steady stream of curses and prayers interspersed with his cursed name.

"Andrew, that's it, fucking hell, right there!"

A few more thrusts and her body went tense once again, her head thrown back with a silent scream. Gold kept thrusting into her, drawing out her orgasm until she was shuddering and sobbing beneath him.

He could feel the sweat beading against his back as he fought to stave off his own release. He didn't want this to end.

Izzy snaked a hand up into his hair, massaging the nape of his neck. "You can come, baby."

Any remaining shreds of sanity Rumple had were eviscerated at that. Grabbing Izzy behind her knees, he pulled her legs up over his shoulders, fucking her hard into the mattress. His thrusts grew more and more erratic as Izzy writhed beneath him, her body suddenly wracked with another orgasm. The feel of her inner muscles tightening around him was too much to take and he came hard, emptying himself inside her as he called out her true name.

"Belle – oh God, Belle!"

He collapsed on to her, trying and failing to brace his weight on his forearms. Izzy wrapped her arms around his shoulders kissing his sweaty temple.

They lay there for a while, too spent to even move as their breathing returned to normal. It was only as he shrank out of her that Rumple came back to himself enough to realize what he'd just done.

Hoisting himself up on his arms, he searched her body for any sign of harm.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" he asked frantically. "I got carried away, I was too rough."

Izzy just gave him a sleepy smile. "Are you kidding? That was incredible. I'm not breakable, Andrew."

"I'm sorry," he said, tears springing to his eyes again as he peppered her face with kisses. "I'm so sorry."

He repeated himself over and over, his apology a mantra between kisses. Sorry not just for taking her with such abandon just now, but sorry for the lies he'd had to tell, sorry for the curse that had robbed her of her memories, sorry for the way he'd thrown her out of the castle, sorry for any suffering she'd endured at the hands of Regina, sorry for ever naming her as his price in the first place. He had so many things to apologize for, and she didn't even know.

"It's okay. There's nothing to forgive," Izzy returned, stroking her hands up and down his back soothingly.

If only she knew how wrong she was.

She continued murmuring words of comfort in his ear until exhaustion overcame them. Reversing their positions so Izzy was lying with her head atop his chest, Rumple tried to stave off the sleep threatening to claim him.

"I think I like it when you call me Belle," Izzy said, pressing a sleepy kiss to his chest. "It feels right."

Rumple tightened his arms around her small frame. He would make Belle love him. He would break her curse, they would find Baelfire together, and then he would spend the rest of his unnaturally long life making things up to both of them. Even if they both hated him and wanted nothing more to do with him, he would make sure they were safe and happy. It was the least he could do for their suffering.