"It's her, isn't it? That's why you are so secretive with all of this."
The village behind them was quiet and peaceful, the people sleeping inside their houses unaware of the conversation happening between the Dark One and the Blue Fairy, both standing in a corner near the woods, when after long, exahustive days of a useless research, Rumplestiltskin decided to leave his companions and do it his way, summoning the fairy to take from her the answers she was keeping.
He had been suspecting of a certain someone to be the one they were hunting since the moment Zelena said that her child was gone, but he wasn't certain and he also didn't want to be.
"Yes." Blue confirmed, now that she knew it wasn't possible to keep hiding it from him. "She is trying to free herself from the Dark Realm, that's why she is collecting those ingredients. I think she plans using Zelena's baby as the life ended by accident."
"Well, there won't be any accident when Fiona murder that child, dearie." To say his mother's name aloud for the first time since he told his darling Belle her tale, left an sour taste in his mouth.
Blue sighed deeply, as if she thought him as a complete idiot, which she probably did. "You don't know how she plans things. The Black Fairy is a smart woman."
The imp didn't doubt that, he had seen his mother only one time in his life, but it was enough to assure him that she was a powerful creature. And one who didn't care about anybody but herself. That was what made her dangerous.
"She still needs a tear of a seer to complete her spell, anyway." Rumplestiltskin pointed out.
Leaning against a tree, Blue snorted, her thin features seeming to be drowning inside her ridiculously enormous skirt. "And I will stop her before she gets it."
"You?" He laughed. "I thought you were intending to hid and pray."
"No, I said you should do that, but never included myself in it."
Rumplestiltskin took a slow threatening step towards her, jaw clenched tightly. "You never did a right thing, dearie, so stay out of my business and let me take care of my mother by myself."
"I know that you think your powers as the Dark One are enough to deal with her, but you are very wrong. You have no idea of what a threath she is and if you love Belle and your children you shouldn't anger Fiona."
"No," the imp answered, harshly. "That's the very reason why I should kill her."
He wasn't sure what his mother's plans for after she escaped the Dark Realm were, but he was sure that they weren't good. Rumplestiltskin knew now that showing himself for her all those years ago, when he apparently had nothing to lose, was a mistake. If had kept his anger over been abandoned as only a baby, for himself, she would never know that they were related and would have no reason to come after his family. And even though she had done nothing that directly affected them yet, he feared that sooner or later she would.
"If you can, you mean." Blue said, one single eyebrow arched.
"Go away!" He stormed, wanting nothing more than to be alone with his thoughts for a while.
"I am going." The fairy assured playing with the wand in her hands. "I just hope you take my advice, for your own family's sake."
A blue glow blinded him, as she turned into a tiny thing and flied away. Rumplestiltskin felt his breath start to come hardly and his hands get shaken. He needed something that could remind him that he in fact had a home, that he was loved by someone and that he still had something worth fighting for. He needed the warmth of safe arms around him, the comfort words muttered against his ear and the blissfulness that was capable of forgetting the threat that was his own mother. He needed Belle.
She stood in front of the window, looking down at the gardens immersed in the dark of the night, something about the shadows making her body shiver in fear. The children were both asleep, being watched by Mrs. Potts. Belle had settled two beds and a crib in the room next to Neal's, so she could be sure that they were as safer as they could be. However, she had no success in getting some sleep herself.
There had been more than a week since Rumple had went down on that search and she had heard no word from him. The lady was feeling worried and walked around her chambers for a while, before picking up a book to read until she was finally able to get some rest. She had spent some time, curled in the armchair, wearing a comfortable nightgown, but she finished the book and didn't even yawned with tiredness. Her mind was pretty awake, so she went to the window and there she stayed, until she heard heavy steps behind her.
Her heart lost its pace, but when a pair of strong hands gripped at her waist, she sighed happily, leaning against her lover's body. "You are back."
"I'm glad you are wake." Rumplestiltskin said. "I need you."
His voice was urgent, full of lust and desire, something that she could also feel brushing against her backside, but what got her concerned was the fact that behind his needs, she could hear something more, a heart broken and a certain despair. And if his tone didn't speak for itself, the fact that he hurried to pull his trousers down and lift her nightgown without any kind of make out first, assured Belle that something was definitely wrong.
He pressed her against the wall, workshiping her with his smart fingers and Belle's hands came up to the window, holding herself up, as a suffocated sound left her mouth, Rumplestiltskin's urge to get her wet and slick for him, making her legs shake, his touch too insistent and also too delightful. She wanted to question him about what had happened during his trip, but she was too busy sinking into the sensations he was causing her and as soon as she was aroused enough he separeted her legs and slid inside her, there, standing up against the wall, like they had never done before. Belle gasped, feeling how erratic his thrusts already were, his lips hungrily kissing and nibbling at the exposed skin of her neck, making her moan.
Rumplestiltskin gripped at her breast, causing a little pain, since he seemed to forgot that she was breastfeeding and her body was too sensible. The fabric of her nightgown got wet with the milk that dripped from her and he pulled his hand away, turning to grip her hips once more before spilling his seed inside her with a wild groan.
"Oh." She whispered as she felt him slip off her too soon.
His breath was already heavy with exhaustion, but she could distinguish when a sob came from his throat.
"I'm sorry." The imp mumbled to her ear and she realised that he was shaking and it had nothing to do with what they had just done. "I'm so sorry, Belle."
"Hey." She turned to face him. "Tell me what happened."
"It's her."
"Her?" The lady asked, straightening her clothes, starting to feel panic over his hopeless expression. "Who is her?"
"The Black Fairy." He said like he was speaking of the worst kind of thing that could be found in the whole wide world. "It is her who is causing all this mess. It's my mother."
Belle didn't know what to do or what to say, she only knew that suddenly the memory of her nightmare was too clear in her mind and she could almost see the Black Fairy standing right in front of her, a smirk in her lips as she watched the Dark Lady falling to the floor, the flames burning the castle while her children were trapped inside the nursery. Her laugh had echoed with the same power and coldness as it did the day Rumplestiltskin summoned his mother to confront her, asking for the reason why she'd abandoned him.
That woman was danger and if she didn't care a bit for her own son, that was someone she had carried inside her own body, Belle didn't believe that she could care to let her, who was absolutely no one, and her children out of her devilish plans. No, she was sure that, if given the chance, the Black Fairy would in fact enjoy herself watching them suffer.
"Oh, Rumple!" She enlaced him in her arms, letting the imp hide his face in her hair. "My love, you will be fine."
Belle stroke his back in a constant rhythm until his body stopped shaking and his breath calm down. "She's pure darkness." He muttered.
"I know. But we won't let her touch our family, alright?" The lady said, even though she knew that it was nothing but mere words at the time, since they were both afraid of someone they didn't know if they could defeat. But showing him her support was more important than anything else. "We won't."
Rumplestiltskin lifted his head, looking at her eyes for the first time that night, just now, after that short conversation where he shared his fears with her, completely conscious of everything. The guilt took over him. "Darling, I - I didn't even please you."
It wasn't all true, he had pleased her with his fingers and while their bodies were joined, it just hadn't been enough to make her come undone, because he was erratic seeking his own release, but Belle didn't care about it right now. Not after finding out that his mother was the one collecting that disgusting ingredients for that horrible spell of hers. "It's okay, Rumple."
"No, it's not. I used you, I was so blind with anger when I arrived that I only used you to satisfy myself in an attempt to forget everything."
Shame seemed to take him. Rumple let his gaze fell to the floor like he couldn't bare stare at her face.
"And I let you. Look at me." Belle lifted his chin. "I love you, Rumplestiltskin, you are my husband at heart and I will always be willing to give anything you want. That sick woman won't keep playing with our minds, because we will show her that we are stronger."
Nodding, he pressed a gentle kiss to her temples. "Let me make it up for you."
Kneeling in front of her, Rumplestiltskin pulled her nightgown up, spreading her legs so he could bury his face between her thighs, his tongue licking slowly her still slick insides. Belle's eyes closed in an answer to the delicious wave of pleasure that the movement sent through her body, her fingers wrapping in his hair as a moan left her mouth. The things that man could do to her, twisted her mind, made her see stars and feel weak.
Two fingers opened her, starting to build all her way to blissfulness, each lick or push and pull making her body press more against him, the increasing feeling getting her to whimper involuntary. Rumple pulled away, but before she could complain, she saw that he was hard again, his member projecting between the end of his waistcoat and the beginning of his lowered trousers. He embraced her, leaning the lady against the wall once more, but now with them facing each other as he pulled her legs up and entered her, groaning as he did.
Belle felt her back collide with the window's glass and feared that they would broke it, however she couldn't bring herself to ask him to move to another place when inside her, the friction that he created with his said rather large state as he thrusted in and out, was burning her. The lady was aware of every inch of him touching every inch of her insides, but mainly of his way his tip hit her hid spots, in the most breath-taking way.
"Harder." She managed to say between her ragged breaths and it sounded like a desperate moan.
They were still all dressed but it didn't stop them from running their hands in all the skin they could reach. Rumplestiltskin caressed Belle's thighs and attacked the exposed spot beneath her neck with his mouth, while she squeezed his butt, pulling him closer.
The Dark Lady was so near her peak that she didn't even care anymore for the sound of the window banging behind her as her back collapsed against it with every new movement. The feelings inside her were so incredible and so strong that Belle thought she should gave up just now or gods know that her whole body would explode into that sensation.
Her walls were clenched tightly around Rumple as he obeyed her and went faster, his face showing how much he was enjoying it too. His lips were parted, his eyes closed and his chest raised and fell quickly. Rumplestiltskin was delighted, feeling even more pleasure than he had earlier. His lips met hers in a messy kiss as their tongues danced together, letting Belle taste her own flavour that was still in his mouth.
She moaned against it and had to pull away as her increasing pleasure grew enough to make her back arch and she come.
"Rumplestiltskin!" The name left her mouth in an easy way, as a sinful loud cry, while her juices poured from her in the most delightful way, every drop that slip from her body making Belle reach a higher level in her inter paradise.
She barely felt when Rumple also came, but she knew that he did by the way his body tensed and a whimper echoed in her ears, followed by a new warmth inside her that told Belle that his seed had filled her. The lady's body was boneless, she collapsed onto him, being caught by Rumplestiltskin's safe arms, and they stayed there by the window for a moment more, recovering from their recent orgasms, until he lifted her, carrying his lover, who was so tired that couldn't even open up her eyes.
"I need to clean myself." She mumbled.
Rumplestiltskin waved his fingers and she felt the sweat and the other traces of their night leave her body, alongside with the dirty nightgown. Now she was wearing a new soft piece of clothing above clean, smooth skin and her lover's leather clothes also disappeared, changing into a nightshirt.
"It's alright, sweetheart. I'll take you to bed." He whispered, walking with her to their comfortable mattress and laying her there before covering his lady with a warm golden blanket. "Sleep, darling Belle."
"Rum - "
"Yes?"
"Don't leave me tonight." She pleaded.
Slipping under the covers of the bed, he pulled her petite body near his, hugging her and feeling a lot better than he did when he arrived. "I will be right here."
The Black Fairy knew that she couldn't stay longer, she was already feeling the pull from the invisible strings that attached her to the Dark Realm, trying to bring her back, but the truth was that she was mesmerized by the shadows in the window. She watched them quietly, seeing the silhouettes moving until the young lady seemed to faint in her lover's arms and Fiona let a wicked grin fill her lips. A part of her knew that she should be glad for the imp's happiness, but she in fact was not, all she could ever feel in her heart was bitterness, even though the scene she witnessed had satisfied her a little. It was a small proof that the imp hadn't failed in everything in his life after all.
The castle's front doors opened and, from inside there a young man passed, his face narrowed in a frown as his sleep had been troubled by the lady's loud ultimate cry. He looked around, sighing in frustration, trying to get some fresh air and erase his memory from what he heard moments before. In the shadows, she smiled and used a spell to disguise herself, walking towards him as the blonde girl he never forgot.
"Hey, Neal!" She called.
Turning around like he thought he might be still dreaming, laid in his warm bed, he blinked.
"Emma! What are you doing here?" He said rushing to her side, his hands gripping at her bare arms, not covered by the short sleeves of her dress. "How did you come? I thought your parents got the guards following you all around."
"I went on that trip to find that evil woman, remember?" She inquired. "Well, we got nothing from it, but I needed to see you."
A bigger smile filled Baelfire's lips and Fiona knew that she said just the right words. He was hypnotized by the blond princess, a fool man in love just like his father with that clumsy maid.
"I'm here." Baelfire said. "Can you spend the night? Mrs. Potts can do a great breakfast by the morning."
"This is tempting, but not, I need to leave now. As I said, I just came to see you."
"And how were you intending to broke into the castle? You would be surprised with how much this place is locked with spells."
Holding a laugh inside, Fiona gave in a little grin through Emma's lips. If he only knew that his father's protection spells were nothing for her and she just hadn't put her plan in work because she still needed something that wasn't settled yet. But hopefully, if things kept working the way they were, Fiona should have it in no time. "You remember that I have magic, right?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry. I think I've spent a plentily long time far from these lands where everything is possible. I'm just glad that you came."
"Me too." She answered and lowering his body, Baelfire closed his eyes, prepared to kiss her. Pulling away she stopped him with a hand in his chest. "Not so soon, friend."
Bae opened his eyes, looking embarrassed. "Sorry, I thought we were fine and I really had a bad night. It seems we are not the only ones wanting to celebrate a return. I woke up to the terrible sounds of my father making love to his lady."
Hiding her smile, the Black Fairy tried to put on a mask of condolence, but it was hard when she was imagining if the sounds he heard were so wild as the shadows in Rumplestiltskin's window were.
"Poor you. I wish that I could stay longer, but I really need to go. There is a long road back home, but I'll see you soon."
"Will you come back here?"
"Of course, I will."
"So, I see you soon."
Smiling so sweetly as she hasn't done in ages, she touched his face, thinking that she would like to make a scratch with her nails in there, but she realised that the princess' nails were too short for that. So, the woman pulled away, satisfying herself with the fact that Baelfire was stupid enough to believe her and Belle, naïve as she was, would end up giving her everything she needed, before she walked away from the Dark Castle, disappearing in a cloud of smoke when she was far enough not be seen anymore.