A/N: The stress has been so overwhelming, and now with Hurricane Sandy battering the east coast, I have finally had the time to write. Class has been canceled Monday and Tuesday, so if I have power, you may see an update. If not, I hope this will tide you over. I am praying for all of us on the east coast so that the storm passes with no real damage or injuries. You all have my love and well wishes. Stay safe, wherever you all are. Love, Joanne.
You can have it all. Anything you want you can make it yours. Anything you want in the world, anything you want in the world. Give it up to me. Nothing too big or small. Anything you want you can make it yours. Anything you want in the world, anything you want in the world. Give it up to me. What you get is exactly what you give. Never really know until you try. We're so ahead of this. Got this she wolf appetite that keeps me up all night. You know the way it works. Don't be afraid to ask. Aim high when the target is low. FYI, I am ready to go. People say men are just like kids. Never saw a kid behave like this. What you give is exactly what you receive, so put me in a cage and lock me away, and I'll play the games that you want me to play.
His hips pressed against mine as our bodies moved rhythmically to the song. I matched his passion by grinding against him as he took me through the steps of the dance. Teasingly, he dropped his hands to my lower back, tilting me gently back before bringing me back up. I hitched my leg up, and he twirled me several times before bringing us into a final seductive pose.
"My my my," smiled Rosalita. "Now that was quite a dance! THIS is how I want EVERYONE to dance!"
I nervously eased myself out of Mr. Gold's arms, and bowed politely as the other dancers applauded us. "Now, I will put on some light music, and everyone will be practicing the dance moves from last class. I better see some improvement, people!"
Rosalita winked at Mr. Gold and I, and began to walk around as she observed the dancing couples. "Would you like to dance again, dearie?" asked Mr. Gold. "I am sorry for Rosalita pushing you to dance. She shouldn't have done that."
"No," I said with a small smile. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. And I would be honored to dance with you again."
"What changed your mind, I mean besides being thrust into my arms and ordered to dance?" smirked Mr. Gold.
"I don't know," I sighed. "I just felt this… connection between us. It's strange, but you make me feel… at ease."
"My only wish, Miss French," said Mr. Gold in a seductive, soft voice in my ear. "Is to make you feel pleasured and comfortable."
. . .
"Rumplestilzkin?" said Belle as he pulled away from her soft lips.
"Belle," said Rumplestilzkin softly. "I-"
But before he could speak, Belle's lips had crashed onto his as she wrapped her arms around him. The Dark One was astounded that this beautiful former princess was currently entangling her hands into his mangy and matted wavy brown hair. "I want you…"
"You don't want me," said Rumplestilzkin quietly. "Let's forget this ever happened."
"What if I don't want to forget?" asked Belle softly. His heart skipped a beat as he turned to face her. "What if I said that kissing you was next to heaven for me?"
"I'm afraid you don't know much about heaven then," said Rumplestilzkin as he began to walk back up to the castle.
"You can't deny that you felt something," said Belle, running to catch up with the deal maker. "I felt something-"
"Dearie," smirked Rumplestilzkin. "I can't help it that you, ah, aroused many feelings in me."
"You!" cried Belle as she blushed and playfully hit him. "You are the strangest man I have ever met."
"And you, dearie," said the Dark One with a respectful bow. "Are by far, the fairest lady in the land."
Belle smiled. "Thank you, but that's still not going to make up for that erection crack."
"Mmm, I'd like to put my erection in your crack," chuckled the Dark One at his sexual quip. Belle rolled her eyes.
"You sure do think you are funny," the beauty replied. "It's to mask the pain you feel inside. You said earlier that you know pain. This is how you mask it. You do a better job than I do at times…"
"Can you tell me who that animal was who was hurting you?" asked Rumplestilzkin. "And why would he do such a terrible thing?"
"Sir Gaston," said Belle quietly. "The same brute you met when you whisked me away. My betrothed…"
"YOU WERE ENGAGED TO THAT MONSTER?!" roared Rumplestilzkin so loudly that the birds that were hiding in the tree nearby all frantically flew away.
Belle looked at her feet, ashamedly. "My father was unaware of what things Sir Gaston liked to do to me. And even if I had told him, he would have never believed me…"
The Dark One observed the beauty before him. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. A princess being physically abused?! It was most unheard of for a woman of title or not. Even a monster such as himself treated women with more respect than that. If he had not seen her memory, he would not have believed her either.
Something inside of the Beast turned as he saw tears streak down Belle's cheeks. Yes, her father would have never believed her, even though Belle was by far the most trustworthy and honest person in the world. King Maurice would only believe she was trying to get out of her arranged marriage.
"If I were to ever encounter the bastard I would disembowel him!" growled Rumplestilzkin angrily. To channel his anger, the Beast uprooted a mighty sequoia, bending the trunk in half and throwing it several hundred yards away with a loud thud. "I will never let anyone hurt you like that again. This I vow before you. No one touches my things but me."
Belle shivered, frightened by the Dark One's immense power. In her mind, she was reeling. Could she trust this magical deal maker? He just uprooted an immense tree and threw it several garden lengths across. Rumplestilzkin promised to protect her, but could he protect her from himself, the beauty surmised. She watched as her master brushed the dust off of his hands and his increasingly tight black leather pants casually, as if he had just had not done something superhuman.
The imp took a step toward Belle, and she let out a small whimper, stepping aside from him. "Belle," he whispered, his hand outstretched towards her.
"Don't you see?" Belle spoke softly, her eyes cast downward. "What you just did there just shows me that you have the power to cause me even worse pain than Sir Gaston could ever have. After knowing what I have been through, you demonstrate how you could crush my spine if I ever disobey an order or break something precious of yours. How on earth am I ever going to believe that I can live safely in the Dark Castle?"
The Dark One looked deep into her cerulean, watery eyes as he took deliberately slow steps toward her. He gently stroked her cheek, his hand caressing his way down to her heaving bosom where he rested it. "Your heart is beating like a hummingbird," said Rumplestilzkin softly. "I would no sooner crush that beautiful hummingbird heartbeat as I would destroy a rare relic."
"And why is that?" asked Belle breathlessly.
The words were in his mouth. He wanted desperately to say them, but like the beauty before him, he also had a past that haunted him. "You're the only beautiful person in my life. If I destroy you, I destroy the ultimate beauty. And that would be a shame."
Belle sighed as his hand moved back up towards her neck. "Beauty isn't a rarity in this kingdom. I'm sure you could find another beautiful girl to do your bidding."
"Oh no, dearie," chuckled the imp. "Quite the opposite. Most of the women in society can't even compare to you. You see, beauty is not just mirrors and fairest ones of them all. Beauty includes both the inside and the outside. A woman with BOTH is TRULY the fairest of them all."
"And you think I am?"
"And I also think I am the luckiest monster alive!" chortled the Dark One. "But yes, I do believe you are the fairest one of all."
They walked back to the castle, and Belle walked back to her room. "I'm feeling a bit tired after our walk," yawned the beauty.
"Really," smirked Rumplestilzkin. "I have another proposition for you, my dearie. And I do believe this will be quite a pleasureable one for the both of us, if I do say so myself."
"What are you talking about?" Belle asked.
"I know you are still dreading me, and thinking I'm such a threat," said Rumplestilzkin. "I know just the thing to ease the tension. But you are going to have to trust me. If you let me, I can make you feel things you've never felt before in your wildest dreams."
"A-am I only gaining pleasure from this transaction?" asked Belle nervously.
"Gods, no," laughed Rumplestilzkin. "I hope I will enjoy it as well. And maybe we shall learn a bit more about each other through this little transaction. Do we have a deal? Pleasure beyond measure is after all, man's greatest treasure."
"That's wit beyond measure," said Belle as she rolled her eyes at his quip.
"Tsk tsk," Rumplestilzkin shook his head disapprovingly. "I would love to teach you a lesson in eye rolling, dearie. But I can only do it if you agree. Do we have a deal?"
My heart pounded in my chest as I came to my decision. "We have a deal."
"Then, come with me," said Rumplestilzkin as he roughly took my hand and began to quickly walk me down the hall.