A/N: I tried to make this as long as I could but I am struggling with some ideas. I'm not ending it, I just need to find the time and the ideas. Here's the new update! Hope you like it!

Legami con I capelli il cuore

Tu mia onda scendi dentro me

Stringimi che ormai io sono il mare

Questo brivido ti scioglierà

Andrea Bocelli's Mille Lune Mille Onde played softly in the background of the lovely Italian restaurant that MR. Gold had taken me to. I recognized it as soon as we stepped inside, and I knew he was really trying to romance me. The lyrics were proof of that. Bind my heart with your hair. You're my wave breaking inside me. Hold me tight, for now I'm the sea. You'll feel the thrill right through.

It was a dimly lit place with candles on each table, and the hostess, who gave me a very strange look after seeing who my date was told us to follow her to our table.

"Thank you," I said politely as he pulled out my chair for me. "Such a gentleman."

"I can assure you I am nothing of the kind," smirked Mr. Gold. "How do you like the restaurant so far?"

"It's very lovely," I said with a smile. "It's a very romantic place."

"It's been a long time since I brought anyone here," said Mr. Gold. "I usually dine alone here."

"But isn't this a lover's restaurant?" I asked quietly. "Didn't you feel awkward being the only person in the place without a date?"

"I've been alone for a very long time," said Mr. Gold, a sense of bitterness in his throat. "I'm used to the stares and the condemning looks."

I sat there, not knowing what exactly to say, so I focused my concentration on the menu before me. My eyes almost bulged out of my face when I looked at the prices. Oh my friggen God! I can't make him pay that much for me!

"Have you found anything you like?" asked Mr. Gold casually. "You can order anything you like."

"I-I don't quite know what to order," I stammered nervously. "Everything is… too much."

He laughed demurely. "Miss French, you are one of a kind. If you would like, I could order something for you."

"I think that would be best," I sighed. "Please excuse me, I have to go to the ladies room to freshen up a bit."

"Of course," smiled Mr. Gold. "I'll tell the waiter our orders when he gets back."

Rumplestilzkin had hurried through his deals in order to be home before Belle returned. That is, if she had CHOSEN to return. He had finished up on her little surprise, and had hoped that she would return to him. The Dark One paced in his tower, every so often looking out of the window at the grounds below in hope to see her.

"What's taking her so long!" he growled to the emptiness of the Dark Castle. "She's left me hasn't she? She's just like Mila. Beautiful, soft, and as deadly as a viper! Curse the both of them to hell!"

Just as he was about to wreck his little vials in his anger, he heard a sweet voice call his name. "Rumplestilzkin? Rumplestilzkin? I'm back! Are you home?"

The imp's eyes lit up in realization that she had been faithful, unlike his whore of an ex wife. He flew down the stairs, and headed towards his spinning wheel. He sat down carefully, and began to take the remaining strands of straw out of the machine. Just as he was doing so, Belle came into the room with her large basket filled to the brim with straw. "Very good, dearie," praised Rumplestilzkin. "You have done well. I trust you had no trouble in town?"

"No, none whatsoever," Belle lied.

"Well, you will be rewarded for your faithfulness," said Rumplestilzkin as he got up from his seat. He took the basket from her, and set it down beside his beloved wheel. "And to think it would have gone to awful waste if you hadn't returned to me…"

"Wh-what is it?" asked the beauty anxiously.

"Come with me, dearie," said the clever imp as he put a hand around her waist. Belle shivered in anticipation as the Dark One led her out of the room and towards a room she had never been able to enter before. The door always remained tightly locked, and Rumplestilzkin had never allowed her to enter once, not even to tidy up and clean.

"You want me to go into the forbidden room?" asked Belle. "But you have never allowed me to enter. You've always kept it locked."

"And for good reason," said the imp with a dark smile. "I've decided that this room, which was once filled with dark purposes, should be one of your rooms. Well, OUR room, actually."

He opened the door, and the princess gasped in astonishment. The walls were lined with shelves from the top of the ceiling to the bottom of the floor. It wrapped around the entire room, and every shelf was filled in its entirety of books. It was indeed a sight to see, and it rendered Belle quite speechless for a while.

"I have come to know how much you love to read because of your memories that you had given me," said Rumplestilzkin softly. He slowly walked behind her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. "I have not been too accommodating of your needs around the Dark Castle, and I know you have probably been lonely when I leave for long periods of time…"

"This is wonderful!" exclaimed Belle. She walked over towards the back wall of the room, and picked a book off of the shelf. She opened it, and squealed with delight. "CHAUCER?!"

"I had a feeling you would like him," said Rumplestilzkin as he watched the beauty's face break out into a beautiful, heartwarming smile. "I do say, I like some of his stories."

"Let me guess," said Belle, her cheeks blushing prettily "You must like The Miller's Tale best!"

"Ah," chuckled the Dark One. "The dirtiest of the tales in The Canterbury Tales. I do quite enjoy when Absolom kisses 'hir naked ers ful savory, er he were war of this.'"

Belle's laughter rang through the room. "I didn't know you could quote the original Middle English text!"

"Oh, there's a great many things you don't know about me," said the imp mischievously.

"Thank you," said Belle as she threw her arms around him. "This means the world to me."

"It's just books," said Rumplestilzkin, not understanding why it meant so much to her. Most of the books were, in his opinion, droll and boring. "They have no magical powers… or pictures."

"Not everything is about magic," said Belle as she continued to examine the shelves for more books.

"Everything in this world IS magic," said the Dark One. "Even you are part magic, as it would seem."

"And how so?" asked Belle as she turned around to face him.

Rumplestilzkin pulled her flush against his body, taking her chin in his hand so that they locked eyes. "Because you vex me, dearie. I am the all powerful Dark One, and never have I ever met a woman who could do half the things you do to me…"

Her heartbeat thundered in her chest as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Belle wrapped her arms around him and gently ran her fingers through his hair. Rumplestilzkin snapped his fingers, and conjured a table and several chairs. He picked the beauty up, and laid her upon the table. "You drive me towards the brink of insanity, dearie. You have this hold on me that no one else could ever have."

He raised her dress, and eased her panties down before snaking his tongue across her sensitive bud. Belle threw her head back in ecstasy as the imp expertly pleasured her with his tongue, licking, kissing, and biting her. "Rumplestilzkin," breathed Belle. "Please!"

The fiend doubled his efforts, making the quivering beauty scream out, declaring her orgasm. With another snap of his fingers, both their clothes had vanished, and Rumplestilzkin stood there. Belle sat up, and kissed him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He gently pulled away, and eased her legs apart before plunging into her soft, wet depths. Belle couldn't catch her breath as Rumplestilzkin gripped her hips, pumping into her faster and faster. "Belle," he growled hotly as he watched the beauty beneath him arch and squeal out her pleasure. "Gods, Belle!"

He pulled her into a sitting position on the table, plunging himself deeper into her. "Rumplestilzkin!" panted Belle as her orgasm broke over her like a wave.

The Dark One buried himself as deeply as he could as he released himself inside her. He put his arms around her as he tried to catch his breath. "I've always wanted to have library sex," quipped Rumplestilzkin.