Regina and Rumple break the fourth wall. Short but sweet.
Rumple slid up to the bar and planted his butt firmly on one of the stools, eyes towards the audience before bringing them onto the brunette currently drinking away at a glass of whiskey, before putting it in front of him. He took the glass in hand and put it to his lips, drinking what was left. "They did it again."
"Oh? The scene we just had?" She asks, leaning on her elbows against the bar top. "The whole...Belle thing?" When he nods, she let's out a low giggle before running a hand through her hair. "They've been doing this to us for seven seasons now."
"I thought there would be something going on here." He motioned between them. "I mean, it has been hinted at a lot, so maybe it is but damn...I'm getting tired as hell waiting for a kissing scene with you."
"We got one last season." She sighs before remembering it was her other half that got it and not her. "Well. She did and not me, but still, you got to have fun." Making her way around to where he was, she slid onto the stool next to him. "I mean, we get to have fun between the moments." Her hand slid up his back before carding through his hair.
"It's not the same. They sit over there and write these feelings and emotions and I'm getting tired of it." He places the tumbler back down on the bar and swivels towards her, hands going on her legs as he tugs at her, helping her scoot over into his lap, straddling him. "See? This is better."
"It is, until they decide to put you back on that suicide mission." Regina whined, leaning her head so that it rested against his shoulder, her lips inches from the heated skin of his neck.
"Shh. Shh." he groaned, wrapping his arms around her to pull her as close as she could get. "Don't remind me or I'll end up going on another rant and they'll go another week without seeing the inside of Weaver's house because it's a fucking wreck."
"What are we going to do if they keep this up?" Her voice was low, soft and needy. In all truth, she hated to think about what the writers might try to do to Rumplestiltskin's character. He had changed, yes, for the better, but this whole path they were heading him down scared her to no end.
"Then we'll be characters and hide away from them while they pretend this is the best path. Our path will be running off and away from the audience to live out a happy ending we set."
"Cause some havoc?" She asked, leaning back to look him in the eye.
"The worst." He answered before dipping his lips to hers, claiming them in a heated kiss.