Breakfast wasn't half as awkward as Rumple first thought it would be. He was quite surprised at how easily Belle had forgiven him, not that it meant he could hurt her all over again. He was lucky to be given a second chance. He cringed as his voice played over in his head 'I had needs that needed to be taken care of and you did your job.' He wasn't about to win charmer of the year with that one liner. He glanced up at Belle, she was still in her pyjamas, her hair tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head, little curls had burst free and hung round her face. It was then he realised it didn't matter what she wore, how her hair was, makeup or no makeup, she looked amazingly beautiful. He found the way she was sat odd. Belle was sat on one leg, with her other pulled up to her chest. Upon studying the strange way she was sat he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. And with her leg tucked into her chest her breasts were threatening to break free of the tiny tank top she was wearing. 'Oh god stop looking!' He thought to himself, feeling himself harden.
Belle glanced up from her eggs on toast "Rumple?" He snapped out of his daze. How obvious was it that he was staring at her breasts? "Yes Belle?" Belle shook her head and giggled. Close call he presumed. They chatted for a while, Rumple mused over his recent deals he had made and items he had procured. Belle smiled, watching him intently. She loved this side of him. He was so attractive when he was passionate about something. So sexy. She felt a familiar pull in her stomach followed by a shiver. Was this really turning her on?
Belle hadn't realised she had zoned out until Rumple grabbed her hand. "Wake up dearie!"
"Oh, sorry. What were you saying?" Belle blushed, suddenly embarrassed. Rumple didn't move his hand, causing Belle's heart to race. She hoped he wouldn't notice. That he wouldn't click on to how turned on she was by him. "Are there any books you want? For your library? I can get them for you" Belle really tried to focus on the question and not at his thumb that was now stroking her hand. "I'd like my books from home, if that's not too much to ask." Rumple nodded. He was smiling at her while looking into her eyes. His eyes were soft, a softness she'd not seen before. Belle looked down and cleared her throat. "Excuse me Rumple, but I really should be getting ready. This house won't clean itself." She joked as she stood up smiling at Rumple and headed off into her room.
Belle desperately needed to do something to ease this feeling. There was no way she could work this turned on. It had taken everything in her not to straddle Rumple in his chair. She shook her head groaning, that was not a helpful thought. There was only one thing that was going to help and if she couldn't have Rumple help her, at least she could do it herself. Feeling daring she left her door a jar knowing fine well Rumple would have to walk past her room to get to his office. Belle took off her pyjamas and laid down on her bed. Closing her eyes she slowly ran a hand down her stomach and between her thighs, letting a gasp escape her as she ran her fingers along her folds. She was already so wet, so turned on. Rumple was making his way upstairs when he heard a muffled noise. He noticed the closer he got to his office the louder it got. Then he froze as the realisation hit him. He knew that noise, it was one he loved. It was Belle moaning. Curious he pressed forward stopping at her door. At first glance it looked closed but something was off. He turned to look at the door properly realising it was open slightly, just enough for him to see Belle laid naked on her bed. One hand on her breast squeezing and rolling her hard nipple between her fingers. Her other hand between her legs, slipping her fingers in and out of herself. All while softly moaning his name. Rumple swallowed hard, his heart racing. If she caught him watching he was sure she'd kill him. But the image in front of him was so beautiful, so perfect he couldn't look away. He knew she wouldn't forget to close her door, especially if this was the reason she left breakfast so early. She was playing games with him again. If this is what she wanted to do then he'd just have to wise up to her tricks. But what if it wasn't her playing games, what if she genuinely didn't know her door wasn't closed. 'Why are you not doing anything?!' He yelled at himself 'because you're scared.' One of the voices in his head chimed in. He took a deep breath gaining his composure just in time to see Belles climax. Panicking knowing Belle would see him if he stayed there any longer, he quickly waved his hand and disappeared into his own room.
In his room he soon made short work of his clothes. He wasn't going to be able to be around Belle unless he did this now. He didn't want a repeat of the day before. He wanted her so bad but it wouldn't work. He wished Belle was the one doing this. Stroking his hard cock. Teasing him with different speeds and different pressures. Every move he made he imagined it was Belle doing it. Her rubbing her thumb over his tip, so gently, so softly it was almost like she wasn't touching him. He picks up his speed, he didn't have much time before Belle would be ready and walking round the house. He thought back to yesterday, how amazing Belle's mouth felt round his cock. How she fit all of him in with ease. Rumple tensed up grabbing the bed sheets with his free hand and biting back moaning her name as he came. He gave himself chance to catch his breath before getting dressed. He purposely picked out one of his lower cut open shirts. Belle wanted to play games then she better be ready for his.