A/N: This is an older prompt so please forgive me for the wait! Inspiration for this will be explained at the end.

Fantasies

dizzy78 prompted: Belle is fed up with the village's cranky and rude GP. She can't stand how brusque he can be and is determined to put him in his place. (Rated M for smut)

Doc Rum was probably one of the most infuriating people she had ever met!

Honest to the fault, sometimes rudely so, and socially inept in the basic functions of humankind, blasé and indifferent and cold… the list could go on to about his lack of feeling to the villagers. He had no bedside manner, nothing that would promote warmth or comfort.

And yet…

He was a brilliant doctor who could instantly diagnose a problem with his patients almost immediately.

Indeed, Storybrooke was very lucky and fortunate to have someone like Doctor Stiltskin as the General Practitioner.

If only he behaved like a human being.

Belle was part of the committee in hiring him after their last GP unexpectedly passed away. Her first impression was that he was a rude gawker since he would not stop staring at her on the plane to Storybrooke. He didn't say a word. Only stared.

It was unnerving and uncomfortable and she told him to his face that there was something wrong with him. Of course, she hadn't known he was the doctor she was assisting in interviewing and she made it clear at the end how she felt about his lack of interpersonal skills.

To her astonishment (and mortification), he asked her if her right eye was blurry and if she had any pain. She told him "sometimes," which he responded in his off-handed way: "Acute glaucoma." He suggested she see a specialist right away, which she was going to dismiss, but later thought better against it and did.

Diagnosis? Acute glaucoma.

Since then, Belle was forced to admit that perhaps he was the best choice. As Storybrooke was a tiny village, it didn't take long for word to spread about the Doc and his gruff manners. He didn't take any nonsense from his patients, adamant about making appointments and not asking questions about symptoms on the street, and absolutely refused to write any prescriptions without an examination first.

All the villagers were not used to this way of doctor-patient relationship. The previous GP did not stand on formalities while this one practiced it to the T. And, yes, there was a lot of gossip and complaints about Doc Rum and his behavior.

Belle understood where they were coming from, but at the same time, she couldn't deny his competence or his refusal to deal with fools and focus on those who were suffering from actual health issues. The people forget that a doctor's surgery wasn't the local hangout.

However, Belle could not abide his unfair treatment or his disparaging comments to everyone he meets. She felt it was her duty to tell him about his behavior, as she was the only person on the committee who didn't vote for him, and if he didn't start being agreeable then perhaps she should recommend they look elsewhere.

She walked right into the surgery, ignoring the chime from the bells, and frowned when she noticed there was no one inside. No patients were sitting in the chairs and the receptionist was nowhere to be seen.

Odd, Belle thought. The surgery's not closed. Where is everyone?

Shrugging, Belle took it as a blessing and proceeded to head back into the doctor's consulting room. She didn't bother to knock, just waltzed right in, and closed the door behind her.

She wasn't surprised to find the doctor was at his desk, but he looked up with his usual frown and scowl, although there was a faint detection of shock in his eyes.

"Rum," Belle started.

"Do you have an appointment?" he interrupted abruptly.

Gritting her teeth, Belle shook her head. "No. I came here because I wanted to talk to you."

"I'm busy at the moment. You can make an appointment—"

"Bugger the appointment! I need to talk to you now about your behavior."

"My… behavior?"

Belle marched to the empty chair in front of his desk and plopped down. "Rum, you have been in this village now for a couple of months, and this cannot come as a surprise, but the villagers do not like it when their GP is calling them 'idiots' and 'imbeciles' all the time."

"Well, they are."

"That's not the point," she said in frustration. "Even if they are, you don't tell them to their faces."

"Why not?"

"Because you don't!"

"Hm. I fail to see the point in this conversation." Then to prove this was decidedly over, the doctor went back to scribbling his notes.

Belle didn't know what possessed her, but she couldn't stand by this rudeness any longer. She was going to get him to listen to her or so help her!

Jumping to her feet, Belle reached across the desk and slapped his pen and paper pad away. She didn't bother to look as they fell to the ground. She finally got his attention.

He slowly stood up, he was certainly taller than her, and set his hands firmly on the desk as he leaned towards her.

They were engaged in a staring contest—neither one willing to budge or admit they were in the wrong.

Then someone snapped.

Rum reached for her and half dragged her across the desk as he sought her lips in a fiery, passionate kiss. Belle was too stunned and rigid to realize what was happening, but she was pretty certain the doctor was kissing her.

And she was kissing him back.

Her hand tugged his tie closer to her, her breasts squeezing against his chest, as she plunged her other hand into his hair. So soft, she thought absently as she twisted and stroked the strands in her grasp. He groaned into her mouth allowing her to take advantage as her tongue snaked inside. Dipping, teasing, Belle took full control of the kiss as the doctor melted into her ministrations as she encouraged him to do the same.

Soon, too soon the need to breathe came as they drew back, gasping and panting.

The pause did allow clarity to return to Belle as she realized she was snogging the Doc. And he was quite a kisser.

Even Rum appeared to be in a daze as he couldn't stop staring at her.

"We, um, shouldn't do that," Belle said, her heart pounding thunderously in her ears. She hoped to the Gods he couldn't hear it, but with his keen observations she wouldn't put it passed him. He would no doubt have some medical terminology to use to describe her palpitations and shortness of breath as potential symptoms for arrhythmia.

"Right. We shouldn't," he echoed.

"Right."

He continued staring at her, which was quickly becoming annoying, but before she could protest, the doctor was rounding the desk and pulling her into his embrace once more.

Belle's objections were immediately silenced as she raked her nails down his back, groping him through the suit jacket. In the back of her mind the little voice was telling her this was a mistake and he was a right bastard for getting off in the first place. But she couldn't stop and before she knew what was going on… they were moving towards the examination chair.

She didn't think twice about hopping on top as her arms and legs reached for him, intertwining and locking him against her. Not that he needed much encouragement. The Doc was eager to please and follow whatever this lady wanted. Of course, he was too overdressed and Belle wanted nothing more than to get him out of the stuffy suit.

Deftly, the tie was loosened and she yanked it off him. The suit jacket was next to follow. He was in the same mind as he undid the button to her cardigan, pushing it off her shoulders. She helped him remove the cardigan as she threw it to the side and started undoing the buttons to his shirt. Meanwhile, he was flipping her skirt upwards as his fingers began the ascent to her center. Belle bit back a moan as he started to stroke and rub her with her panties.

She might have been embarrassed how wet she was quickly becoming, but reason was already out the door the moment she entered the room. Now all she could keep thinking about was how she could drive him crazy as he was clearly doing to her.

With his buttons liberated, Belle started to explore the smooth, pale chest. She was liking how lean and muscular he was underneath the stiff clothes. She couldn't help grinning at his sudden intake of breath as he shivered with her gentle caresses. Apparently, the Doc was sensitive there and she was going to exploit that if she could. Her touch became bolder: scraping her nails across his nipples and then down his abdomen where it left no question about his interest in where this was leading.

Feeling confident, Belle nipped and lapped at his chest as she continued rubbing him through his pants. His own attention to her person was lapsing as he continued to tremble from her actions. However, he was able to regain somewhat of his composure as he continued his exploration as he slipped one finger into her.

Belle threw her head back and moaned in approval as Rum curled and teased her mercilessly.

It was too much!

"Please," she whimpered.

Obeying her unspoken desires, Rum freed her from her barrier as he removed his pants and boxers, stepping closer as he joined them together.

She sighed in delight as he started pumping in and out; first, using slow and deliberate thrusts, then quickening his pace as she laced her legs around his bum, tightening her grip as she vocalized her need for more.

Too happy to oblige, the Doc continued his pleasurable assault until her inner wall started to clench as she reached her peak. The fluttering around him was all it took to push him over the edge as he fell ungracefully on top of her, his nose inhaling her scent, his limbs sprawled over her petite form but mindful not to crush her.

"Wow…" He swallowed thickly as soon as he found his voice.

"Yeah," she hummed in contentment.

"I'm assuming I played the part well."

Belle giggled as her husband lifted his face to her. "Very well. That marathon of Doc Martin was worth it! You really got his dour look."

"I bloody hope so. It wasn't easy to keep it when you were looking very delicious in that schoolteacher getup."

"Doctor!" she admonished in mock-horror. "What would the villagers say about your scandalous tongue?"

"I dunno but maybe I need a good seeing to from the headmistress."

"Hmm… That could be arranged," Belle teased as her hands moved lower to cup his buttocks. "I'm not a firm believer in corporal punishment, but I could make an exception…"

Meanwhile, in the shop…

"Oh my God! They don't let up, do they?" Emma said as she looked at Neal. He, on the other hand, was staring up at the ceiling as a blush stole across his cheeks.

"I told you coming here was at your own risk." He closed his eyes and cringed as he heard his parents in the backroom laughing and then a loud slap echoed in the shop.

Grabbing Emma's hand, Neal dragged her out of there before he could hear anything else.

He didn't want to know about the slap.

So… the actual prompt was for a married Rumbelle role-playing to spice things up in the bedroom. I didn't want to do another Enchanted Forest role-play so over the Christmas break I was watching this fantastic show on Netflix Doc Martin and absolutely fell in love with it! I could totally picture Rumple as the Doc and Belle as Louisa and thought… why not use this as role-play thing? I hope you all liked it and the little humor at the end. Poor Neal! Hee hee.