Belle and Killian were still soaking wet from their eventful dip in the tub when they came tumbling out of her bathroom. Bits of soap bubbles still clung to their nude bodies here and there, but they didn't seem to mind one bit. They were glued together at the mouth, his hand gripped tightly against her back holding them together.

If it wasn't for Belle's bedroom accent rug the two of them would for sure have fallen over trying to make their way to her bed.

"Can't say I've ever done that before." Killian said as Belle's mouth left his and began to trail down his neck. A soft moan escaped his lips and she sucked with determination on the most sensitive areas.

"What?" Belle pulled away in shock. "The Captain Hook has never had sex in a bath tub." Her voice was that of a teasing tone.

"No." Killian replied as they stopped just in front of her bed. "Now open those pretty legs up for me." He growled pushing her back into the bed.

She grinned ear to ear at this new roughness inside of him. She was enjoying every second of it.

"That's it princess." Killian leaned forward bringing his knees to the floor as Belle spread her legs at the very edge of the bed frame. His eyes beamed at the sight of her beautiful exposed center.

Belle landed a heel on Killian's chest as he stood tall over her. He softly began to massage her feet and work his way down to her calves. Belle's back curled as the delightful sensation of Killian's soft touch and peppered kisses surged through her body.

"Please," A soft voice escaped her lips as she quivered under his touch.

"My pleasure," Before the words even left his mouth, his tongue began to work on her. Her eyes rolled back in euphoria as her hands gripped against the sheets. Killian softly nibbled her sensitive buddle of nerves and Belle couldn't help but yelp in pleasure. He was being rougher than usual, and Belle could tell things were about to be very different. In fact, it delighted her.

Moans and heavy pants left Belle's mouth as Kilian's mouth worked wonders on her. Her legs began to close against Killian's head until his hand brought her legs spread open again. She bit her lip attempting to conceal how turned on she was, as if it were merely possible.

Her hands ran through his raven hair as she watched him suck and slurp her. His devilish eyes glanced up towards hers and as they met her mouth watered. He had never looked so damn hot as he did with his face between her thighs. She was going to come soon, and she could no longer hold back as much as she wanted to.

"Killian." Her breath was full of warmth and want. She couldn't' be patient anymore and she pulled on his hair harder than she had before.

He knew exactly what she wanted.

Without a further word in one swift movement Killian surged inside her. No anticipation, no teasing and absolutely no warning. She was so wet that there was absolutely no struggle.

She gasped with delight. There was a slight pain as he filled her completely all at once, but it was the kind of pain that turned her on, it was just right.

"Harder." Belle moaned under her breath as Killian pressed his body against her.

Killian instantly responded to her and began to gyrate his hips in a faster pace, slamming himself in and out of her.

"You're absolutely naughty." He purred into her ear.

The harder he dove into her, the rougher he was with her. Belle's fingernails began to scratch against Killian's back. Separating from her slightly, Killian used his hand to trace down her bare chest and bring in one of her round perky breasts into his mouth. Belle gasped as he bit down roughly against her nipple. He teased her with a dashing smile before he returned back to sucking on her breast leaving painful purple marks against her chest.

His movements began more forceful and pretty soon they were quite literally rocking her bed and her headboard was banging against her wall, hard.

"Turn over." Killian commanded. His tone was harsh but as Belle met his eyes, she saw the same softness she always did in him.

"Aye aye." She teased doing as instructed.

Once on her stomach she paused briefly as she neared the center of the bed to observe Killian. His stomach was hovering just slightly above her as he stared admiring her backside. She was absolutely beautiful. Her every curve was damn perfection.

As Killian entered her once again his member entered her at a deeper angle than ever before. She swallowed hard as the pleasure overtook her. It was a position Belle had never been in before and just after a few moments, she loved it.

"Harder." Belle shouted between pants as he pushed in and out of her. The only sound other than their moans was skin slapping against skin. Killian was really giving into her.

"You're filthy princess." Killian growled in her ear slowly biting down on her neck and shoulder. His hand caressed her hair before he brought her braid into his palm.

"I'm filthy just for you." Belle moaned as Killian slightly tugged on her hair as an added support to thrust harder.

She could tell he wanted to pull her hair; it was something that she had never done before, but she couldn't deny her curiosity was peeked.

"Pull it." She said in a commanding tone. It was the only reassurance Killian needed before he carefully yanked her hair allowing for it to fall out of her braid. Every inch of her body felt absolute lust and desire.

Belle's body began to shiver as she felt a truly dark sexual high. Her orgasm was building, and she was so close.

"Come for me princess." Killian whispered in her ear as her eyes watered feeling the orgasm build. Her sex throbbed as the pirate violently pushed in and out of her. They came together and moaned as they climaxed. As Killian pulled out his member, he slightly spilled in her and on her back. She giggled with a teasing look as she rested flat on her stomach looking over her shoulder.

"So much for we should stop." Killian mimicked her words back to Belle. She rolled her eyes knowing damn well what she said.

"Do you think mother superior could hear us?" Belle asked watching Killian head to the bathroom to grab a towel.

"Let her hear us. To hell with us." Killian replied as Belle giggled, wiping his semen off of her back. After tossing the towel to the side, his hand couldn't help but grab a handful of her behind.

"Have you ever-"

"No." Belle replied interrupting him as if reading his mind. "Don't you get any ideas pirate."

The grin on his face indicated she was clearly right.

"I was just curious." He justified his question still admiring her perfectly round butt. Killian brought himself to his knees and simply rested his head against Belle's butt as she snickered wondering what he was doing. "It's just so perfect." He murmured allowing her to feel a hum of vibration against her skin.

"You're the best sex I've ever had." Killian pressed a kiss against her butt. His hand wandered against her curves.

"Really?" Belle couldn't help but ask for reassurance. Her tone was filled with insecurities and she despised it. Was he just saying that because she was completely naked in front of him after he had his way with her? After all the woman he had been with?

"Yes." Killian replied with his mouth trailing kisses down her behind as he slowly began to open her legs up exposing her womanhood. "I'm addicted to your very taste"

Belle grinned knowing what was coming next.

"I could do this for hours." Killian said breathing against her already tender lips. She was sore from the sex, but his tongue felt so good slipping into her folds that she had absolutely zero complaints.

"Oh, please do." Belle moaned out as he quickened his pace.

Belle came again in minutes. Her body was exhausted and ached.

"Sometimes I forget that we aren't normal and that outside of this house we have bigger issues lurking at every corner." Belle spoke nestled against Killian's chest. His body was warm and cozy.

"I have a feeling it won't always be like this." Killian replied looking down at the brunette. She had her leg wrapped around him allowing him to once again admire her curves.

"How did things go with Emma, I forgot to ask earlier." Belle tilted her head to stare at Killian. It felt a tad bit strange mentioning the blondes name as the two lay in bed under the sheets nude together. She wondered if Killian felt the same way.

"It seems all the villains are out of Storybrooke now, all but Maleficent." Belle raised her brow at the mention of the dragon she knew. "But she's not a threat to us anymore."

"That leaves just one person left." Belle hitched her breath knowing exactly who that was.

"I don't want to think about him while I'm lying naked next to you." The words Killian said were meant to tease but Belle couldn't deny that there was some truth behind them. She didn't intend to fall into bed with her ex-husband's greatest enemy, but it just happened.

Eventually Belle and Killian fell asleep together and spent the day in their bubble away from the rest of Storybrooke. No one called them or texted them and that meant that for the time being the town was standing still, yet deep down she knew Rumple had to be up to something, plotting.

The next morning Belle awoke and saw Killian still deep in slumber and decided to leave him alone while she walked a few blocks down to attend the Sunday farmers market. She needed to buy some groceries after all.

She wore a beige oversized coat and black denim jeans in leu of one of her usual flowy autumnal dresses as the wind was a little cooler than usual. Before passing the threshold of her home, she reached for a plaid scarf hanging from the key rack next to the entry door. She didn't have time to examine if Killian had left any of his usually markings on her neck of clavicle so she thought it best to mask herself with a scarf as a precaution.

Walking through the stands and carts full of venders she spotted a few people she knew. Mary Margaret was there selling candy apples. Ironic. Belle was polite and smiled and waved at her, they shared a brief exchange of words until Mary Margaret's baby James cooed and demanded attention.

August and Geppetto had their own booth as well. Selling little wooden toys that the kids of Storybrook really seemed to love.

"Belle." A cheerful voice beamed from the fruit cart a few steps away. In the distance Ruby and Granny waved and flagged her down.

"Ruby." Belle smiled and hugged the woman in the red hood. "Granny, how are you two?"

The three chatted for a few minutes on different topics, Belle could tell they were careful not to bring up Rumple. She hated that people felt on their toes around her but at least that meant she didn't have to answer any weird questions about him. Granny talked about the restaurant and a few new dishes she wanted to add to the menu.

"How's the shop been going for you." Belle eyed Ruby referring to her lingerie shop. It was a scandal for the first few months that it was open but eventually everyone opened up to it.

"Ooooh I've been meaning to tell you!" Ruby's eyes opened wide. "I saw Killian Jones there the other day. He bought this cute little blue lacy number. I can't help but wonder who he's sleeping with. It's not like this town is booming with options."

"Oh, that man is sex on legs." Granny added riling a laugh from the two of them. "Whoever she is, is one lucky gal."

Belle couldn't help but blush even though Ruby and Granny had no idea that they were actually talking about Belle.

"You know now that I think about it, you two have been pretty chummy lately!" Ruby's eyes lit up and Belle could feel her heart stop really not liking where the conversation was heading. "Do you know who it is." Ruby's hand reached out to touch Belle lightly on the shoulder. "Oh my god I bet you do, scandalous!"

"No, we're not really all that close." Belle lied through her teeth nervous her face would give off any semblance of her dishonesty. Truth be told, Belle was an awful liar. She never lied; it wasn't in her very nature. But she couldn't exactly tell Ruby and Granny that her and Killian were sex friends.

"Boo, guess I'll just have to do some digging." Ruby giggled.

"Oh Ruby, maybe you better just best leave it be." Belle shrugged unsure of what else to say to get Ruby to drop her curiosity.

"Belle, do you remember what town we live in? Nothing fun or exciting ever happens, I neeeed some juicy drama to feed my soul. You can't always be such a saint all the time."

Belle bit her lip as she wanted to say that she was no saint however maybe it was Belle who should just leave things be. Instead, she laughed with her friend and promised her she would fill her in once she discovered Killian's "secret".

Belle picked up a few different types of fruits and vegetables from Ruby and Granny's cart. Just as she turned after paying for the merchandise and bidding them farewell, she practically bumped into Baelfire.

"Oh, sorry." Belle shouted, holding herself steady from briefly losing her footing.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you, I was just hoping we could talk." Baelfire steadied her by placing his hand on her shoulder, she couldn't help but shutter at his touch. He had his father's eyes although Baelfire's were laced with warmness and Rumple's were always plagued with bitterness and anger.

"Sure." Belle replied with a smile averting his gaze.

In all honesty, she did not want to talk to Baelfire. In fact, besides Rumple, he was the last person she would like to talk to. Her and Baelfire were never the best of friends, in fact their relationship was strange. She was married to his father and yet they were the same age. While Baelfire never admitting to finding it strange, Belle couldn't help but pick up on that anytime the three of them found themselves in each other's company.

The two of them walked off into the woods nearby to get some peace and quiet as he suggested.

As they walked Belle racked her brain trying to think of what on earth Bealfire wanted to tell her. Belle truly had no idea what to expect but she braced herself for the worst.

"What did you want to talk to me about Baelfire?" Belle raised a brow crossing her hands against her coat. She balled up her fists close to her body suddenly catching the unpleasant winter breeze.

"Please call me Neal." His soft brown eyes pleaded. "I need to be honest with you."

"About what?" Now her curiosity was peaked.

"I saw my father. I know what he wants. I wanted to tell you first."

Belle swallowed hard practically chocking on her saliva. Her mouth felt dry as if she had just inhaled a mouthful of sand and she couldn't help but feel an ache in her chest. Neal noticed the change in Belle as he spoke. She looked bothered by the mention of the man she wanted nothing to do with. "I know he's probably the last person you want to talk about, but you deserve to know because his intended actions will affect you the most."

Belle felt frozen in time as if her boots were planted into the ground. She couldn't move and she was quite literally paralyzed by the thought. Her heart felt heavy and she wanted to cry. Cry because she was so foolish for thinking she could ever escape him.

"He wants to change his story. All of it."

"Ursula mentioned that, but is that even possible?" Belle quivered as the words left her motuh with a stutter. It had to be impossible. When Ursula mentioned it, Belle practically scoffed it to a side. Sure, it was unsettling then but, it seemed impossible. It had to be?

"That I don't know. But if I know my dad, I know with him when there is a will there is a way. And well I do know he has found a person who goes by the Author who can grant him this wish." He swallowed hard studying Belle's face. "I'm with you though. That monster has hurt us too many times now." His hand grazed her shoulder in a comforting way and as Belle stared into Neal's eyes, she knew he truly cared for her. She could feel this genuine feeling of worry he had for her.

"I appreciate you coming to me Neal." Belle pressed her lips together and then separated them as they turned white. She was feeling on edge to say the least, "I want you to know that I don't think your father is a monster-" Belle began but was cut off my Neal.

"No, don't do that. I don't need to hear his excuses for him. I've heard them time and time again." Neal was shaking his head clearly unhappy with the direction that Belle's conversation was going. "He chose to hurt everyone. Me included. Even you." His words hit a sour note.

"Oh, I know. But Neal he's your father."

"I know what it's like to be a father and I would never do that to Henry."

Belle saw the anger in him that she wished she could make go away. Neal's anger was that of a small scared boy wishing his father would just be there for him. "You're an amazing father Neal. And I'm done defending your father, all I wanted to say was he's not a monster. I know there is love in his heart for you." With the words said Belle brought a clearly emotional Neal into her arms. She wanted to comfort him. She hated that he felt such horrible things about his own father.

Neal was good. He was purely a good person. Belle knew that much. She had seen how much he tried to get Rumple to change, even in little things. He tried getting him out of his shop more, socializing. But without fail, Rumple always found a reason to criticize Neal.

"I know our relationship is strange but despite the issues you and my father had, I always saw you as family. You were good for him and you gave him your best try. I know you did. No one can ever say you did not give him your best go." Belle could quite literally cry. Neal had never called her family before. "Just don't forget, I'm on your side always. And I don't blame your for leaving him."

Belle couldn't find the words to respond. She felt overwhelmed with information.

"Emma's probably worried sick about where I've been." Neal reached for his phone in his pocket. "I didn't tell her I was stepping out." He explained looking down at his phone.

"Yeah, I should go too." She stumbled on her words as she couldn't quite say she left Killian naked and alone in her bed without telling him where she went.

"Oh, Neal…one last thing." She called out to him as he stopped in his tracks.

"What's that?

"Does he know where I am?" The words gave Belle chills, but it was something she needed to know. She couldn't just leave it up to chance anymore.

Neal paused, "He's found you." Neal slightly titled his head as the word not left his mouth and quickly, she understood what he meant. She was being watched.

"Would you tell me if he knew something about me, something I did that might upset him?" She danced around the words careful to choose them wisely. She needed not admit something that was not yet out in the open. "Something he would want to seek vengeance for."

"I told you, you could trust me. Of course, I would tell you if you were in danger." Neal's brows furrowed slightly in confusion, however he decided not to press her any further on her question. He gave her the answer she wanted, and glimmer of hope remained in her system. Rumple doesn't know about her and Killian. While she wasn't necessarily in the clear from Rumple's wrath, at least she knew no harm would come to Killian.

"Thank you." Belle sighed allowing herself to relax.

Belle watched as Neal left the forest the two were talking in and as she reached a stump on the ground she decided to sit for a few seconds. She needed to breath. So many things were going on in her life that she felt she couldn't remember the last time she was alone with her thoughts. The world felt like it would collapse around her.

Would her life ever be normal? Is that even what she wanted?

It took Belle a whole 4 hours before she returned back home, and when she did Killian was long gone. It was for the best because mentally she had a lot to unpack. She needed to be alone with her thoughts and think logically instead of with her womanhood. She needed to leave Killian alone. It was for the best.

Belle looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her eyes were swollen red from her crying. Her braid was undone for wallowing in self-pity on her couch and bed trying to smell the left-over traces of Killian.

"Just this once, I wish you could've gotten what you wanted." Belle eyed herself in the mirror as she spoke directly to herself.