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Chapter 25
"Why do you spin so much?"
Belle smiled at him from the doorway, barefooted and spritely with a pale blue ribbon tied in her copper waves.
Rumplestiltskin stilled the wheel and gave her a wry grin.
"I thought we already had this conversation dearie."
"Yes we did," she started to cross the room, "but you never gave me a definite answer."
Her dress was the same color as the ribbon in her hair and the Dark One couldn't help but to reach out and grab the hem, rubbing the light fabric between his fingers.
"You always looked beautiful in blue."
Belle only smiled softly as she settled down onto his lap, winding her pale arms around his neck as she scraped her nails lightly against his nape.
The thread he had previously been spinning now lay forgotten on the floor between his feet.
"Why couldn't we have had this before? Why were we so afraid of each other?"
She nuzzled into his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"I wish I knew."
He sighed deeply and let his eyes close, "I wish I knew how bad I was hurting you."
Belle pulled her head from his shoulder and looked him directly in the eyes.
"Liar."
The word rolled off her pretty pink tongue in one graceful sound and Rumplestiltskin blinked several times, confused by her remark.
"Liar." She said again with the same truth.
He cocked his head, "Whatever do you mean?"
Her fingers fisted in his wild hair and she pulled his face closer to hers, "You are a liar Rumplestiltskin."
She shifted easily in his lap to straddle him, letting the soles of her feet rest flatly on the cool stone floor beneath them.
Her skirts bunched around her hips and he couldn't help but let his hands come to rest on her bared thighs.
"Pray do tell?" he almost moaned as he felt Belle pressing against his crotch.
"You knew exactly what you were doing to me you," Belle rocked back and forth against his groin, "…evil imp."
His hands took on a life of their own and roamed up her legs; deftly diving underneath her multiple layers of lace-trimmed petticoats.
"Every insult, every curse, and every temper fit was all you."
Her warm breath hissed into his ear and he couldn't help but flinch.
"I'm so sorry Belle." He moaned as his nails scraped the inside walls of her thighs.
Belle arched up onto her toes and sucked in a sharp breath, "Your apologies are empty and-"
Rumplestiltskin silenced her totally when one long finger met the silky wetness of her bare heat.
"And?" he sang as he looked at her knowing full well his entire finger had been swallowed by her immeasurable tightness.
Belle bit her bottom lip and threw her head back seductively.
One willowy arm dripping in ruby silk came to wrap tightly around her un-corseted waist as he played her.
"You know every move Rumplestiltskin. You are conniving and, and-"
She slumped onto his shoulder and began laving his neck with nips and kisses.
Her hands pushed back his blouse and she clawed at his thick golden skin.
She had him just about purring.
"You're so deceitful you wouldn't ask for water if you were dying of thirst."
Rumplestiltskin chuckled low because he knew just how true she was….
"What am I dearie?"
He pumped his finger quicker and quicker into her, "Tell me what I am."
She began to ride his hand as another finger joined the first inside of her and Belle felt herself close to the precipice.
His eyes were wide and shining; his jaw had gone slack as he watched her, as he pleasured her with only his fingers.
"What am I Belle?!"
It was an order, not a plea.
"Monster!"
"What are we going to do when it starts?"
Belle stood in the doorway of her small salon wearing an almost invisible white gauze nightgown.
"I have some spells that deal implicitly with pain." He said matter-of-factly as his eyes followed her blooming body up and down.
"How will I know when it's time?"
"Trust me dearie, you'll know."
He smiled and pushed himself up from the little sofa and met her in the doorway.
"I'll know?"
Her eyes were full of question and fear.
"Yes, you'll know."
Rumplestiltskin pressed his palm flat against her lower abdomen and rubbed it soothingly as he leaned down close to her ear.
"You're not wearing any pantalets my dear?"
Belle blushed and looked up at him innocently, "No."
It came out in a girlish squeak and he could not help but to let his hand drop lower to tease her where she loved it the most.
"Filthy girl." He chided as he felt her through the all-too-sheer gauze.
She pulled him to her and fisted the silk of his blouse, "Do you love me?"
He hoisted her wordlessly up into his arms, letting her legs nestle in the crook of his elbow and his other arm encircled her torso.
He stepped in the direction of the bed and Belle's eyes darted from him to the bed and back to him.
"May I show you?" he all but whispered, "Please?"
Belle nodded meekly and pressed her cheek to his chest.
He carried her over to the bed and laid her down softly on the pale duvet.
He knelt beside of her on the floor, mimicking the way he used to kneel in church years and years ago.
"I'm your slave Belle."
He caressed her thighs and hips lovingly, carefully moving up her ribcage to cup her breast in his gnarled hand.
He placed his mouth against her pert nipple and blew lightly on it through the gauze and sucked her nipple into his watering mouth.
Between nips and kisses he managed to choke out, "I am your servant, your supplicant, the most unworthy of worshippers-"
She cut off his confession when she cried and arched into his mouth.
He felt like he was receiving communion for the very first time.
She was holy and pure.
She was Belle.