A/N: This doesn't need much of an introduction, but this was so much fun to write!
The Time Traveler
Emospritelet prompted: Rumple is left by himself and as he scrolls through the magic box with pictures… he encounters a particular type of movie that has some interesting side effects. (Rated M)
"What? Ariel, are you kidding me?"
Rumple looked up to see Lady Belle pacing, her one hand gesturing wildly while the other cradled the phone (he was quite pleased with himself that he was remembering the names of these modern and strange objects). However, his inner congratulations were short-lived due to her distress. He didn't like it when she was upset and something was certainly agitating her.
Sighing, Belle wearily muttered something in agreement and hung up. Turning to face him, she tried to put on a smile for his benefit, but the annoyance was quite frank in her blue eyes.
"I'm sorry Rumple. I'm afraid we'll have to put our lesson on hold for later. There's some paperwork that needs to be filled out and it can't wait any longer."
This was unfortunate and Rumple concealed his disappointment. It wouldn't do to make Lady Belle feel any worse than she already did, and as much as he loved his lessons with her… He understood that duty calls. Besides, he couldn't begrudge her place of employment. If it weren't for them, then she wouldn't have been sent to his time and they never would have met. Rumple shuddered at the thought that he would still be the same mistreated cripple, alone and fearful of the world he was raised in. At least here with Lady Belle he had a chance to prove something of himself. What he did not know yet… but his English was improving and he wasn't as startled about new things as he first was when he arrived.
She went around the apartment grabbing her purse, coat, and keys. "Where did I put them? Oh yes…" After slipping on her shoes, Belle turned to face him. "Now, it shouldn't take me long to get this done. If something happens or you need to reach me—"
"Your cell is on the icebox," he stated proudly.
She grinned. "Good." Refrigerator had been a difficult word for him to pronounce, but icebox was easily understood. "All right. I'm off. Stay out of trouble, okay?" she teased and he couldn't help but blush. There were some things he still wasn't sure about and having Lady Belle jest with him always made him feel things. Nothing bad, of course. But he wished he knew how to tease right back. Or the very least feel comfortable in doing so.
Belle gave him a wave good-bye and she was gone.
Now, alone in the apartment, Rumple looked around at a loss what to do until his attention settled on the flat box propped up on a table. Lady Belle explained once about the "TV" and how he could watch moving pictures and hear people's voices. In the beginning, Rumple was absolutely certain that it was sorcery of some kind and he took care to never stare too long at the black empty screen. She asked him why it bothered him and he told her:
"Magic can do terrible things to a person. An enchanted mirror similar to this could entrap one's soul and I daren't tempt its wrath."
She had laughed at that and insisted that the TV would not trap his soul or hers. "Well, it can… but not in the way you're thinking about."
He supposed he finally understood what she had meant. Lately, Lady Belle has been insisting they watch something called Get Smart. He still had difficulties understanding what happens in the show, but it made her laugh. And he loved to hear her laugh.
Deciding to turn the TV on, Rumple picked up the stick (remote, he corrected) and hit the button with the circle and a line going through it to wake it up. Immediately, the black screen transformed into colors and noise and he was pleased once more that he made this happen all by himself. The image he saw did not contain much storytelling to it and it seemed rather pointless—how does a horseless carriage have a mind of its own?
Shrugging, Rumple held up the remote and tapped the arrow button with his finger. One by one the screen flickered and switched pictures as he paused to see what it was and then move on to the next. There were a lot of these commercials and Rumple was getting bored with the lack of entertainment it should have been providing. Lady Belle said this TV was a blessing and a curse, and he more or less had to agree.
At last he settled on a program that had a young girl with long brown hair like his lady's. She was lying on her bed, her ankles crossed, as she flipped through a book. It seemed like a normal activity, except her clothes were a little strange. She was wearing a white T-shirt that was riding up her back and snug in the front that her—ahems—were straining against the fabric. Her pants were also cut very short, which Lady Belle had once explained that it was acceptable for women and men to wear short pants that exposed so much leg. He blushed, nevertheless, but didn't think anything suspicious.
In fact, apart from the unusual choice of clothing, the girl did look like Lady Belle. She had the same vibrant blue eyes and that small, playful smile on her lips when Lady Belle is amused. He wondered if she knew this show existed and if she had ever seen this doppelganger…
As the show continued, there came a loud knock at the girl's bedroom door. She appeared somewhat puzzled but she unhooked her ankles and got up to answer it anyways. Her hand hovered over the doorknob as she let out a breathless sigh, "Who is it?"
A guttural voice behind the door answered. "I have a delivery."
Frowning now, she replied, "I didn't order any pizza."
However, she opened the door and standing in the doorway was a man wearing no shirt but very tight jeans, hanging off his hips. In his hands he held a box as he smirked lasciviously.
"I didn't say it was pizza," he said, coming into the room. Slamming the door shut behind him the man looks the girl over and murmurs, "You're a naughty girl answering the door to a stranger."
"What can I say? I'm very naughty," she purred suddenly and she was running her nails down his chest and to his jeans. She slipped her hand inside the denim and ran her tongue over her lips. "Hmm… I remember now. I ordered this."
The box was discarded and he was pushing her to the bed. The book she had been reading earlier was unceremoniously tossed to the side as she landed on the mattress, bouncing up and down, making her lady parts jiggle. The man roughly grabbed her chest and began massaging her as her lips parted and a tortured groan was ripped from her throat. Her tiny white shirt provided no protection at all and it easily fell apart in the man's animalistic handling.
With her nipples now on display, the man took delight in pinching and rolling them, eliciting more groans from the girl that eventually turned into a long, drawn out moan. Then his mouth was on them, grunting while he sucked and fondled her. Her fingers were in his hair, pulling at the ends as she shook her head side to side, eyes closed, and mouth wide-opened as she cried, "Oh yes! Oh yes!"
Then he forcibly moved away from her and paused for a second to grab her shorts and soon those were in a pile on the floor. Fully naked, the girl lounged on her elbows, her brow arched as her blue eyes were now darkened to a midnight blue.
"Now… let me see if I'm satisfied with this order. I hate to return it," she teased.
The man chuckled. "Didn't I mention? There is a no return policy. Only 100% guarantee satisfaction for our customers. Sometimes a 200."
His jeans now shed; he began to crawl over her and between her legs. The girl gave him a wide berth and soon he was rutting against her. Her cries and shouts continued to grow louder. "Oh! Oh! There! Right there! Yes! Yes! YES!"
To his credit, Rumple sat there with his chin dropped, his eyes now the size of saucers. He knew how the world procreated… he had seen animals before… but this was—this was…
His face was growing terribly hotter as the man pulled out and flipped her girl over so her butt was in the air. There was no time to spare and he was back pumping in and out of her as she fisted the bed-covers and continued to follow his thrusts with her consistent "oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!"
Eventually sense entered his brain just as she screamed, "A 100! Oh, it's a 100!"
Seizing the remote control, Rumple turned it off and then let it fall so he wouldn't have to touch it anymore. He closed his eyes, trying to soothe his erratic heartbeat and sudden panting, but he couldn't get the image of the faux Lady Belle's face contorted in pleasure out of his head.
This was wrong! This was horribly wrong!
Lady Belle is full of goodness and sweetness and she deserves the world… but his face continued to burn as his pants were becoming constricted and he let out an embarrassing whimper.
Yes, she deserved everything in life but another part inside him also wanted to make her come undone. It was the darker side of him, the part that often brought shame, but he wanted to do everything that man had done to that girl… He wanted to put his mouth on Lady Belle's breasts and he wanted to take her like some possessive beast. He wanted to make her scream until the whole world knew she belonged to him and no one could have her.
"Whew! I thought I would never get out!" Belle chirped as she walked into the apartment.
Rumple froze, his eyes flying open, as Belle suddenly appeared in front of him. Her brows were knitted in confusion as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Rumple? Are you okay? You look… flush," she told him. Then she glanced down in his lap (and please let the Gods kill him now) as her eyes widened, her lips separated in a soft gasp.
He wanted to crawl in a corner and die. Better yet… return to his time and home so he wouldn't have to endure this humiliating moment. No doubt Lady Belle is disgusted with him and he couldn't blame her if she decided to throw him out. After all, she welcomed him into her home and she provided him sustenance, a bed, new clothes, and she was teaching him to speak in her native tongue. And how does he repay her kindness?
His mental scolding should have taken care of the problem, but alas, Rumple's blood was still on fire and he was in a desperate need to free himself to relieve the pressure from his pants. Gods, he was so pathetic!
"Oh Rumple…" Lady Belle began to say as he finally looked up into her face. To his astonishment, she looked flushed herself! Then she arched one thinly brow as her eyes sparkled with amusement and hunger?
"What were you doing when I was away?" she questioned teasingly, as she looked down and saw the discarded remote. "Let me guess…" Picking up the device of sin, she twisted to turn it on. The screen lit up as a close-up of the girl's face appeared and the man was still moving erratically behind her, but her back was now pressed against his chest, one hand was holding onto him and the other was tugging on her nipples.
"Why Rumple… I never realized you were so incredibly naughty," she purred, slowly turning on her heel so she could gaze into his incredulous countenance. Her blunt aroused expression left him speechless… not that he said anything since she returned but this was the last thing he expected.
Turning the TV off, Belle set the controller on the coffee table, never once breaking eye contact with him, as she set her hands on his legs and began to slowly move them upwards to his crotch. His pupils instantly dilated as he tilted his head back and an unsteady puff of air fled his lips. To feel her soft hands on his legs! It was such a wonderful sensation and when she let a couple of fingers caress his bulge… He jumped.
"No, no," Belle ordered, clicking her tongue. "None of that now. Sit back, relax. Let me take care of you…"
The bubbling urge to whimper again overwhelmed him, and Rumple did as Belle pulled down his zipper as his manhood burst out from its confinement. The cool air against his scorching flesh had Rumple hissing through clenched teeth, and before he could prepare himself, Lady Belle was stroking him.
"My Rumple," she stated firmly and possessively. "I know you're shy but you must remember what I said… 'I'm no lady…'"
Then her face began to lower and—
"Whew! I thought I would never get out!" Belle exclaimed as soon as she came home.
Startled, Rumple stirred from the couch and his eyes immediately went to the TV. It was off (thank the Gods…) and his lap was normal. It was only a dream…
He barely had time to react before Belle plopped down next to him. Seeing he just woke up, a pale pink stole across her cheeks. "Sorry Rumple. I didn't mean to wake you—"
"It's no bother. I was waking up already…" he said lamely, but refused to look her in the face. The last thing he wanted was for her to see his transgression in his eyes. Gods! How will he ever look at her again after fantasizing her in such a torrid way…?
"Oh. Well, since I'm back, do you want to have our lesson or do you want to watch something?"
He didn't want to either of those things, but she mistook his silence for the latter since he was staring at the TV intently.
"I bet I can find a good comedy. Your shoulders are so tense. Laughter will ease it," she said matter-of-factly and turned it on before he could stop her.
Indeed, the afternoon became one of the most embarrassing days of their lives as Belle decided it was best to turn on the parental locks to avoid any future disasters.
Kind of angsty at the end but hopefully one that earned some chuckles out of it. I will confess I've never watched porn but having Rumple accidentally watch it was too much of a temptation to pass up.
