Belle couldn't seem to put herself at ease. She knew that Rumpel wasn't called into a meeting unless it was important. She understood Rumpel's point though, they had never seen such an era of peace in years. Still, she wouldn't be as worried as she was if it weren't for her dreams.
She had dreams of a disfigured old woman coming to her in her dreams. She spoke madness, nothing but hysterics. She talked about the lands burning, the royal family falling and of Belle's death. The old woman warned her that Belle was in danger but she never said of what. She shook of her dreams as just that, dreams. She knew that she was not in any danger, Rumpel made well sure of that. Still...
She went about her day working at the town's library, she loved her job. She had sessions of reading to the towns children. She told them stories about Henry and Emma and how they had saved them all. Seeing the children's smiling faces helped put her foreboding dreams out of her mind. It turned her mind to another subject, one that she wasn't ready to admit to anyone, not even Rumpel. She craved a child of her own but she wasn't sure she was ready or if Rumpel would agree.
Snow and Charming wasted no time with producing another child. Belle often spent time with Charlie visiting the castle for brunch or at parties that Baelfire and Emma would throw. Snow and Charlie were also regulars to her reading sessions. He was a rambunctious but delightful little boy.
Many had pointed out that Rumpel and Belle were yet to produce a child, they just shook them all off and said someday. Belle was nervous, so was Rumpel but they never really discussed the possibility of reproducing. They had been perfectly happy as is.
The day creeped by along with the sun. As it was beginning to set the parents of the town's children came by the library to pick them all up as Belle waved them all good-bye. A royal carriage stopped outside the Library and dropped Rumpel off.
"Hey," Rumpel greeted maneuvering through the children up the steps.
"Hey," Belle greeted back and welcomed his open arms. They stayed wrapped around each other and even when they fell out Rumpel kept his hand on her waist.
"Everything alright up at the castle?" Belle asked.
"Yes, you have nothing to fear dearie," Rumpel confided.
"Than what was the meeting about?" Belle asked.
"Let's go home and I'll tell you," Rumpel said taking her hand and began heading a few blocks away to their home.
They entered the house and sat together snaked around each other on the couch.
"So what happened?" Belle asked.
"Apparently, Baelfire and Emma have been receiving threats from Camelot," Rumpel began to explain, "But their threats have no logical ground work."
"Why? What is Camelot saying?"
"They think that we have some kind of weapon."
"But we don't!"
"I know," Rumpel said rubbing her shoulder comfortingly, "Bae and Emma are inviting Kind Midas to the Christmas Ball and to stay so that we can all have a discussion. It's just a misunderstanding. That's why no one is worried...well except for you. Why are you so worried?"
"Just paranoid really..." Belle replied. She hadn't told Rumpel about her recurring dreams, "Things are just so good right now. I don't want it to end."
"And it never will Belle," Rumpel said pulling her closer, he laced his finger through her hair cradling her, "as long as I'm here, you will never be alone."
Belle knew this was true, when she had found her way back to Rumpel back in Storybrook he hardly let anyone come near her. He had always been protective of her ever since what happened to her long ago with Hook. Belle loved his protective nature.
Rumpel placed his lips onto hers asking for entrance to her mouth, once she eagerly accepted.
"C'mon, let me see if I can appease all of your worries," Rumpel said standing and pulling her to their room.
Belle followed hot and ready upstairs to their room. After the sun had set and Belle and Rumpel were covered in a layer of sweat entangled in each other all of Belle's fears faded away. They faded because she knew that as long as Rumpel wrapped around her they way he was now she didn't need to worry. She just wished her dreams would stop haunting her.
It was just the same as always. She was in a dark forest alone, she kept calling for Rumpel but he was no where to be seen. She recognized the forest, it was the same one that surrounded Rumpel's old castle, she retraced her memory down a failure path and through the woods and brush she found his castle. However it was in flames, she could see a large fire raging through the windows and large dark smoke escaped through the top clouding the sky.
She began to worry that was were her Rumpel was and was going to start running towards the castle when she appeared. When she came to her, the old woman. Her hair was thin, what was left of it was silvery gray. She had little to no teeth and was hunched over, she was so skinny that she looked like nothing but bones.
"Belle! Belle! You! You!" she screamed at her incoherently.
"What?" Belle screamed back trying to get an answer.
"This is you! This is all you! You must stop this!" She continued to babble. "Leave the monster! Leave him! He's putting you in grave danger!"
"He's not a monster! He would never let me in danger! You're wrong!" Belle cried out desperately. She was so sick of seeing this ugly old woman.
Suddenly she ran to Belle putting her bony fingers on her arms and began shaking her. Yelling that she needed to get rid of the monster and screaming other incomprehensible desperation. Belle hated the feeling of her cold bony hands on her and began flailing around trying to get out of her grip.
"Belle! Belle!" the old woman faded into Rumpel.
Suddenly Belle became aware of her surroundings, it was Rumpel's hands on her. She was in her house, with Rumpel alone.
"Belle, it's ok," Rumpel said pulling her close to him. She burried her head into his bare chest clinging to him trying to breathe again, "what is it Belle?"
"What was I doing?" Belle asked still dazed.
"You were screaming and pushing me away," Rumpel said with slight hurt in his voice.
"What was I saying?" Belled asked not releasing from his grip. She loved the feeling of her skin on his. It was comforting.
"Nothing, just screaming. What's wrong?" Rumpled asked tipping her chip up to see his face.
"Just a nightmare," Belle mumbled tiredly, "the same damn dream over and over."
"Why didn't you tell me you were having nightmares?" Rumpel asked.
"They didn't seem important,but they're getting worse," Belle said rubbing her face, "did I ever do this before? Scream in my sleep?"
"Not exactically, I noticed from time to time you look discomforted so would just hold you. Sometimes you would say no over and over but nothing like this," Rumple said cupping her face trying to calm her, "What are your dreams about?"
"I don't really know. I don't understand them. Some old woman she keeps telling me..." Belle tried to find the words to explain.
"Telling you what?" Rumpel asks desperately.
"Telling me..." Belle tried, she was so tired, "Telling me that you... you're putting me in some kind of danger."
Belle could tell Rumpel was hurt by this. He would never admit this but Belle knew he was always insecure about loosing her.
"But I don't believe it," Belle tried to reassure, "I love you more than anything. I know you wouldn't ever...I just wish they would stop."
"I'm sorry Belle, I want to try to help you but even my magic can't manipulate dreams," Rumpel replied.
"Just hold me and let me try to fall back asleep," Belle said sleepily.
Rumple held her close and layed back down on the bed slowly. Belle kept her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. It was the greatest sound she had ever heard, it lulled her to sleep. No more dreams flooded her that night.
Rumpel was not called to the castle for anything else important. He still attended to the castle every once in awhile to aid the town with whatever was needed. Snow began to fall a few weeks later. This officially drove the children indoors and kept people out of the streets. The snow layed quietly and remained untouched glistening in the lamps lining the streets.
Belle was working late one night at the library, returning all the books to their rightful shelves. Rumple knew that if she was not home by the time he returned she was at the library. The snow had stopped falling after a long day of it non stop. The snow seemed to have frozen the whole town, the streets were empty and it was silent as everyone had already turned in for the night.
Rumpel made his way to the library and let himself in locking the door behind him. The library itself was a grand place made mostly of wood. It had a staircase leading to the second floor, an area dedicated to children, and a fire place warming the whole library. He could hear Belle off in between one of the many shelves humming as she was putting away all the books. Rumpel followed the humming and found her with her back to him. He went up from behind her running his hands up her back to her neck, pulling her hair away.
"Your hands are freezing!" Belle exclaimed.
"Help me warm them up," Rumpel whispered to her, running his hand back down around her waist pulling her close. He attached to her now exposed neck kissing and nipping at her.
A small moan escaped her as he lightly bit at her neck. She placed the rest of the books randomly on the shelf, to hell with proper placement.
"I missed you," Rumpel whispered against her neck. He had been trapped in the castle longer than expected helping plan out the winter plans for rationing the food for everyone. It was dull work.
"I missed you too," Belle said turning around facing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer as Rumpel was surly determined to give Belle a love bite, "Do you really intend to mark me with the Christmas Ball so close?"
"It's not for another few weeks, and yes I do intend on marking you for just such occasion," Rumpel said giving her a mischievous grin.
"You wouldn't!" Belle cried hoping he wasn't serious, thinking of having a love bite just as everyone in the kingdom would see them together.
"I'll make you a deal dearie," Rumpel began.
"Oh no!" Belle knew better, all his recent deals with her always ended in him seducing her. She was at work, this was not the place for that, "I know how your deals with me are now a days."
She slipped out of his grip and headed towards the fire place which had tables here and there. A part of her was slapping herself with modesty another part was hoping that he would chase her.
"C'mon dearie," He said chasing after her, "aren't you the least bit curious of what I have to offer you?"
'Yes,' Belle thought to herself, "no."
She leaned against the table trying to put what she was really thinking out of her mind.
"I think you are Belle," Rumpel said getting behind her again holding onto her hips.
The feeling of him breathing down her neck and hearing him breathe her name made her quiver.
"Are you sure you're not the least bit curious?" Rumpel prompted her.
"Curiosity killed the cat," Belle pointed out.
"Good thing he's got nine lives," Rumpel said lifting her up onto the table.
"Rumpel! We can't! Not here!" Belle started to say but her body was screaming yes.
Rumpel layed her down onto the table and towered over her, "how bout you let me give you a love bite."
"And in return?" Belle asked in between breaths.
Rumple pulled up chair and was now sitting facing her, "you can mark up my back as you always do with your nails."
"But no one at the Christmas Ball will see the scratches on your back," Belle pointed out to him.
"No one is going to see this love bite I'm about to give you," He said with a wicked grin across his face.
Now Belle understood, she sat up and felt her face turn scarlet, "Rumple, we can't-"
"Shhh..." Rumple said pulling her face towards him into a kiss.
Belle could feel her body betraying her in anticipation and his skilful tongue embraced hers.
"Lay down..." Rumple whispered to her.
She did as he commanded and closed her eyes. With her , eyes closed she wouldn't have to think about being at the library and focus on the sensations.
Rumpel's hand traveled up under her skirt to pull it up. He started placing kisses on her knee moving upwards. He was moving agonizingly slow, she knew this was deliberate. Her body was building already and he hadn't even done much.
Rumpel noticed this, he loved the effect he had over her, it made him drunk. He could do this with her for all eternity and never get bored of it. He slowly moved forward peeling the dress along the way. The dress slipped off and he tossed it to the side. Next was her underwear which he quickly disposed of as well. He wrapped one arm around her leg pulling her closer. He could smell her scent already making his desire grow. With his other hand slowly began working on her womanhood. He dipped one finger in, she was always ready for him. He loved it, now time to really attack her.
Belle felt him place his tongue on her and it made her moan loudly and arch her back into him. She could feel his mouth just teasing her lightly and his finger buried deep in her. It made her whimper and squirm. Rumpel loved when she would squirm at him. It just made him pull her closer to him but only barely teased her with his tongue.
"Rumpel, please..." Belle whimpered wanting more than just a tease.
"Is this better?" Rumpel asked her now he really buried himself in her. He wrapped both his arms around her legs holding her close as he buried his tongue deep in her. He loved her taste, he would never get enough of it.
"Oh Rumpel...yes..." Belle whimpered. She moaned his name over and over, she kept arching her back into him as he pushed deeper into her. Tasting every part of her, savoring everything. Eventually Belle reached her climax, she gripped the edges of the table and called out Rumpel's name. Rumpel clung to her wanting to taste every bit of her.
As she spiraled down from the high and began to relax again, Rumpel backed away. His own mind was dizzy with lust but he wasn't through with her yet.
"Oh Belle," he sighed into her crawling onto the table with her and kissed her.
Belle could tastes herself on him and found it wildly erotic. she wanted more of him. Belle sat up a bit Fumbled with the strings of his pants and pulled him free. She gripped onto him finding him already hard and ready to go.
"Someone's eager," Belle giggled at him.
"I really missed you Belle," Rumpel confessed laying her back down joining her.
Belle wrapped her legs around him as he sunk deliciously slow into her. She always managed to fit perfectly to him, she was already sensitive from the last orgasm. She could tell it wouldn't take long for her to reach her release again, by Rumpel's breathing it wouldn't take him long either.
Rumpel began to slid in and out of her, it felt amazing to have her wrapped around her in every sense of the way. Her arms around her neck, her legs around his waist and her warm wet walls encased around him. He pushed on her faster and harder. The more effort he put into her, the more she would scratch her nails down his neck and back. Belle had learned a long time ago the harder she scratched the harder he would push her. Rumpel always loved the glorious sting he would feel the next day as he moved. Belle always liked to see the dips and curves of his muscles in his back along with her long scratch marks all over him. She always spent the first 10 minutes of the next morning kissing them, also another favorite of Rumpel's. As the two moaned and yelled each others names out in ecstasy, the each reached their climax.
Rumpel rested his foreheads on hers, breathing heavy. He was shaking as he tried to regain his composure from his climax. Belle underneath him could still smell herself on his breath, she loved it. Rumpel rolled over to lay down next to her, Belle rolled over slightly to place her head on his chest and let his hand slowly caress the soft skin on her back.
The two lovers layed in a comfortable silence together, regaining their breath and letting their bodies calm down. The once roaring fire was simmering down to a small glowing coals. The library was now dark and their perfect quiet little world layed just outside.
"Are you still having those nightmares?" Rumpel asked of Belle.
"Every once in awhile. They're always the same though, I just wish I knew what it was about," Belle confessed.
"I wish there was something more I could do for you," Rumpel replied.
"You already do more than you know," Belle said listening to his heart beating.