A/N: Honestly, I know that the whole anal scene was not that great, and I apologize. I've not been having any luck lately. I'm going to try to kick it up with some drama, and lay off the anal, unless you guys want it. Send me some feedback as to what types of things I should have in this story. I need some more ideas. Thanks, and enjoy. Love, Joanne.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

Lana Del Rey, Young and Beautiful

I awoke to the smell of roses. They sat there on the dresser, all three dozen of them, like three beautiful apologies.

It still didn't make up for last night's escapades, but it was a start.

I got up from the bed, still quite sore, and walked to the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water for a nice soothing bath. Not surprisingly, there was a glass of water and two Advil on a paper napkin waiting for me by the sink. There was also a cream for my ass, but I decided against it. I popped the two pills into my mouth, and washed them down with the water, hoping it would eventually ease the pain.

I slipped into the warm water with some difficulty, and once I was settled, I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply.

"I told you not to show up here," said Mr. Gold, and I nearly jumped out of the bath in surprise. "You are not welcome in this house."

"I'm here because I have heard about your little protégé, and I want in on it," said a familiar, cold, and feminine voice. "You know, it was such a shame that you left me high and dry to become a dominant. You used to be one of my best submissives. If I had you both as my submissives, think of the-"

"Sorry, the answer is no," growled Mr. Gold. "Neither of us want your sick and twisted games or sex."

"Come on," crooned the woman. "You know you miss it. Remember those nights where I gripped your hair… the scratches down your back and ass…"

"Cora, you need to leave." His voice was unwavering and final, and my eyes widened at the fact that Cora, aka Mrs. Robinson had shown up once again at the house.

"This is not over," I heard Cora say softly. The door closed, and I heard Mr. Gold sigh. I sunk below the water, and tried to forget about what I had just heard.

"How did you manage to get into the army?" asked Belle as she and Mulan set up camp. They were about a mile or so close to the yaoguai's lair. It was nightfall, and they were weary from their journey.

"My father was called to war," said Mulan as she set up the fire. "He was injured badly in the last war, leaving him with a bum leg. I knew if he were to go to war again, he would not survive. In Asian culture, if the father cannot serve, the next oldest son would take his place. But for my family, there was only me. So I disguised myself as Ping, and took my father's place."

"You must have been very brave," said Belle. "Not many women would be able to do what you did. Was it easy for you?"

"You think all of this came natural?" asked Mulan with a sharp laugh. "I busted my ass in the training camp. My skills as a warrior came with hours and hours and hours of dedication, hard work, and a lot of sore muscles. I fooled them all for quite a while, thinking I was a guy."

"What led you to track down the yaoguai?" asked Belle.

"I'm on a new mission," said Mulan as she wrapped her cloak around her tightly. "I was dismissed honorably from the war, and I have been on a mission by the royal family to find the yaoguai."

"Which royal family?" asked Belle curiously.

"Snow White has sent me on this mission to save the royal family of Princess Aurora. Their kingdom is under a terrible curse, and in order to break the curse, I need to capture the yaoguai."

"We will capture the yaoguai," said Belle as she looked into Mulan's eyes. And no sooner did she speak, the beast let out an ungodly roar, and began to charge at their camp.

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door, and I quickly rinsed off the last bit of soap and conditioner, and got out of the bath. I wrapped a towel around my body, and opened the door.

"Ah, there you are," chuckled Mr. Gold. "I'm guessing you've seen the flowers…"

"Yes, thank you," I said as I stepped into the hall, and walked to the bedroom to find something to wear.

"I wasn't finished," said Mr. Gold as he followed me, and leaned in the doorway. "Again, if I hurt you, or you wanted to stop, you know there is a safe word. You refused to say it last night. Why?"

"Can we not discuss this now?" I said, wrapping my towel around me tightly. "Scoot out, I'm going to get dressed."

"No," he said firmly. "I want an answer. Why did you not tell me to stop?"

"I wasn't sure if you even had an off switch," I spat. "Okay? And that lovely little chat you had with Mrs. Robinson? Yeah, I also heard that too in the bath."

His complexion went a deep crimson red. "What has gone on between Cora and me is ancient history. Water under the bridge."

"She still wants you, and now she wants me?" I screamed. "What kind of sick, twisted bitch is she?"

"She will not show up here again, I will see to it."

"How do I know I can trust that you will?"

We stood there, glaring at one another. "Tonight, I will prove it. I'm running late for work. Stay in the house, and do not answer the door or phone. I will be back in a few hours."

I shook my head in disgust as he left the doorway, and the house.