The Princess and the Spinner

By: RosexKnight

Rumpelstiltskin and Belle have their talk, and it turns into so much more. Feelings are confessed. Things turn back to normal, coming back to what they always have.

(( Just so you guys know we are entering the final three parts of the Spinner!Verse. I know - I'm sad too! So if you guys have prompts, I'd get them in now! You can send them in to my writing Tumblr, breaktimewritings. ))

Warning: Here there be smut.

Rumpelstiltskin swallowed as he stepped closer to the screen that separated him from a very naked Belle in the bath tub. He could do this. It was only Belle. He hesitated at the screen, not moving until she called his name again before stepping around to join her on the other side.

Oh he couldn't do this.

The spinner was suddenly very grateful for thinking of adding the oils. They were meant to relax the skin and soothe away stress. They also made the water murky, and Belle was safely concealed under the water save for her shoulders, and head.

Belle's eyes were closed, but they fluttered open when he approached and she gave him a smile.

"Are the oils your doing?" She asked.

For a moment, he forgot how to speak. Because she was smiling at him. How was he supposed to do anything while she was naked giving him that look?

Rumpelstiltskin cleared his throat. "I thought you'd want something a bit extra to help you relax after today."

"Thank you."

They stayed silent for a while, and her eyes searched him. He swallowed, but she seemed to find something she liked and lifted a hand out of the water to reach for him.

"We still need to talk."

"I know."

He wanted to run. To bolt again. He knew, deep down, that he should let her go. Allow her to travel the way she wanted. Let her meet a prince to be swept away with. But, somehow, she'd chosen him. Had always chosen him, he realized. And that made him want to fall to his knees and cling to her right then and there. He couldn't share his princess. Couldn't see her with another man.

"Rumple, stay with me." Belle said, reaching farther for him.

Her princess tone snapped him out of his thoughts, back to reality, and he focused on her reaching for him. He obliged (What else was he supposed to do?), sitting on a stool beside the tub and taking her hand in his.

Silence passed between them, only the sound of water sloshing with her movements as she turned to face him more.

"Your son wants a little sister. From me." Belle began. "But he wants a mama more…"

"I know." Rumpelstiltskin managed, and something in his voice made her turn away from him, though her hand was clutching his. He was only vaguely aware of the way her fingers began to tremble.

"I can't do this Rumple." She said softly.

"Do what, princess?"

"This!" She exclaimed, taking the other hand out of the water, letting droplets fly as she gestured between them. "I cannot stand idly by and watch you with another while I suffer love. I understand if you don't want me. But I need to know."

The tone of her voice knocked him breathless. Belle's eyes had a sheen of moisture and a lump formed in his throat. How could she think he'd go to another after all this? How could she doubt his love for her?

Probably because he'd never told her. And ran away like a scared rabbit every time she tried to tell him. Oh he was a cowardly fool.

"Woman…" He said, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "You must be…" Her palm. "Crazy to think…" The tips of her fingers. "I don't want you…"

"Then…then why push me away? Why only show affection if I'm in danger?"

"I was trying to protect you. I thought if I found another mother it would give you some freedom. I'm sorry." The spinner swallowed. "Because you deserve so much more than a spinner turned monster. You always have. But I'm a selfish man. I couldn't bare to see you with another, my princess."

"Superficial titles don't matter." She said softly, cupping his cheek to bring him to look at her. "I want you, Rumpelstiltskin. Don't make me be a princess. Not with you…"

His lips were on hers instantly, arms wrapping around her, pulling her against him as he leaned over the tub, water be damned. The kiss was desperate, hungry, as he clutched her to him. She made a desperate little whimper as her arms flung around him, tangling in his hair and shirt. His tongue ran over her lips and she parted them instantly. This time he was the one to moan as his tongue entered her, tasting for the first time in three years. She was just as delicious. Sweet and tart and perfect.

They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, memorizing each other's mouths and tastes with their tongues as hands clutched and clung and massaged.

"Please, Belle. Tell me I'm not dreaming." He breathed. It wasn't a question, but he still needed her to answer him, so he said it again, softer, terrified he would wake up. "Please…"

Her wet hands twitched, becoming tenser on the back of his silk shirt for a moment. "Did you ever want it to be?"

"No." He nearly sobbed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Never. I just couldn't believe that you'd chosen such a poor partner. A dream seemed the only way…"

"Kiss me again."

"Your bath…"

"There will be time for another." Belle said, pulling him back to her as he moved to pull away. And when he opened his mouth to protest she silenced him with a touch, a hand that came to caress his hair. Gods how could she have such power over him? "Four years. I have waited nearly four years to have you again. Please don't make me wait another moment."

Any other words he had might have evaporated as his mouth closed around hers once again. She was more experienced now, knowing exactly how to move her lips against his, and he let out a growl at the thought that the experience came from being with another man.

In an instant they were upright, and their lips never left each other as he scooped her up. She tugged on his shirt as he sat her on the bed, bringing it up and over his head as her hands ran over his chest, shoulders, and neck. They finally settled in his hair. Caressing, scratching, massaging, making his entire being tremble. God he'd missed this.

Belle layed back on the pillows for him, dragging him back.

"Pants." She panted.

Something in Rumpelstiltskin's head clicked. He should please her first. Show her how much she meant to him. Please her every way she wanted it.

"Belle…let me please you."

"This will please me."

"But–"

"Rumple please. I need you."

He groaned as he found her lips again, his hands becoming desperate, finding every spot that made her shiver and make those delicious noises. His hands, coarse with the odd magic skin were making this, his, princess with skin as soft as a rose petal shiver for him. He would never get over that.

There was love and tenderness in the kiss, but buried under pure hunger and need and gods he'd never let her go. He growled as his hands grew bolder on her, cupping her breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb before going to pay homage to the other breast. His lips moved on hers, then along her jaw and neck, licking, nibbling, anything to make her continue to squirm and make those delicious noises. There was no trepidation as the moan flew from her when his mouth closed around her nipple. Her hands clutched to his shoulders, nails taking over his back desperately trying to encourage him and gods she was glorious.

His fingers drifted lower on her until they were stroking her thigh and she moaned breathlessly when they found the apex and stroked her folds with a feather-light touch. The moisture wasn't the water. She was wet for him.

"Rumple please!" Belle moaned, and she was powerless to do anything but obey.

The spinner groaned again, crashing his lips to hers, her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, anything they could reach as he covered her body with his. Their gazes locked, eyes desperate for each other, clutching each other as he lined their bodies up and entered her in one thrust. Their moans intertwined as he buried himself to the hilt and held there, allowing her impossibly tight and perfect walls to adjust to him.

"Belle…" He rasped, unable to say anything more.

"Hush my spinner…" Belle said breathlessly, leaning up to give him a chaste, tender kiss. "I want you."

Rumpelstiltskin let out a ragged sigh as he began to move. Slow at first, but his head was swimming with her warmth and nails on his back as she was clinging to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her moans and whimpers and oh yes there don't stop my spinner please Rumple don't stop. His control snapped, and he began moving, thrusting in time with her moans and breaths and It was only when she clung harder, wrapped her legs around him that he realized how close they both were. His lips found her ear.

"I love you, Belle." He choked out. "My treasure. My princess. I love you."

"I love you too!" She sobbed out. "I love you so much Rumple, my spinner."

Their words set them over the edge, and their bodies shuddered against each other. Warm walls clenched around him and he nearly sobbed as he burst into stardust together. When they had ridden it out, and she was no longer shaking he turned on his back, bringing her to lay with him, spooning against her as he smelled her hair and held her, letting every bit of her fill his senses before exhaustion took him and he slept soundly for the first time in years.

When he awoke he half expected to find himself back in his cottage, on his pallet by the fire, the other side cold. But Belle stirred beside him, and he smiled, holding her tightly as she blinked awake.

"We need to get home today…" His princess slurred, still drowsy with sleep.

Rumpelstiltskin hummed in response, not yet willing to climb out of the haven they had made for each other. Belle only smiled at him, kissing him softly before settling back into the crook of his neck, as if it were made for her.

"I need to finish my bath." Another hum. "Perhaps you could join me, and we can try again for Bae's sister then?"

"As many times as you like, my princess."