Rumple spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about how Belle's lips would feel pressed against his. He knew how they felt on other parts of his body. They were soft and warm and gentle and teasing. His cock hardened thinking about it.

He imagined that she tasted of honey and cloves… sweet with a hint of spice. He moaned. He hungered to taste her.

Then there was her tongue. He pictured the tips of their tongues touching for the first time. He thought about how she used the tip of her tongue to lick the fluid that dripped from the top of his cock. He hardened more. He thought about the way she licked his cock with the flat of her tongue and then swirled it around the head. Her tongue was smooth and rough and gentle and firm. He unlaced his trousers and released his cock from the tight leather.

He wrapped his hand around it and closed his eyes. He pretended that Belle's lips were pressed against his. She was giving him slow shy kisses. He stroked himself slowly in rhythm with her kisses. After a while she began to place wet open-mouthed kisses against his lips. Rumple pumped himself faster. The tip of her tongue darted out of her mouth and accidentally encountered his. He increased his speed and moaned loudly. Suddenly, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and caressed his tongue with hers. The seed spouted out of him.

Rumple sighed. He'd promised that he wouldn't touch himself now that Belle was a part of his life. But he'd needed this release. He'd needed to fantasize about her kisses. Oh how he needed them. It was all he could think about.

He magicked away his mess and re-laced his trousers. He felt worse now than he had before.

Since it was almost time for dinner, he worked his way back down to the Great Hall. Belle was humming to herself as she set the table. Her happiness made him feel better. She looked up when she sensed his presence. He could see a blush coloring her cheeks.

"Don't stop on my account, Belle. Your humming is very soothing."

Her blush deepened as she nibbled her lower lip. He felt his cock twitch. What he would give to nibble on her lips or to feel her nibbling on his.

"Are you OK, Rumple?"

"Yes… yes…" He forced his eyes to meet hers.

"Come sit." She motioned him over. "Let me see if you're warm. You look feverish." She pressed her lips against his forehead. His cock sprang to life when her soft full lips touched his skin. "You're nice and cool." She planted a kiss on the same spot where she'd pressed her lips. He whimpered.

"Rumple." She knew what a whimper meant.

"I'm sorry, Belle. It's just that your lips feel so good. I like it when you kiss me." He thought it couldn't hurt to encourage her. Maybe she'd take pity on him.

She kissed him on his cheek. "I promise to give you lots of kisses tonight." She said it shyly. "I like kissing too."

He wasn't sure how he'd make it through dinner. The promise of more kisses gave him hope. It also made his cock throb.

Belle had prepared a delicious stew for dinner. It was so good that it actually distracted him from his obsession for the duration of the meal... almost. When they were done eating, he noticed a tiny crumb on Belle's lip. He wanted to lick it off her lip ever so badly. Instead he leaned over and wiped it off with his thumb. "There was a crumb on your lip." He felt compelled to explain himself. She leaned over and traced his lower lip with her thumb. "There was one on your lip too." They looked deeply into each other's eyes.

It took every ounce of his willpower not to lean in to kiss her right then and there.

"We should go upstairs to bathe. I'll clean up here." He restored the room to order with a wave of his hand.

He then extended that same hand to Belle and led her up to the bathroom. He liked holding her hand. There was something special about it.

By the time they climbed the stairs, the tub was filled with water and towels and soaps were laid out. There were no bubbles this time around. Rumple didn't want any of her hidden from his view.

He suddenly felt nervous. He wasn't sure what to do next.

"Would you like me to help you undress?" Belle caressed his cheek.

"Y-yes… please."

Belle gently and reverently removed the clothing from his body one item at a time. She placed little kisses on his neck and chest and shoulders as she uncovered him. By the time she got to his trousers his cock was in its usual engorged state. She stroked it with her hand and then used the tip of her tongue to lap up the little drop of liquid that was dripping from it. He thought he would come when her tongue touched him. He jerked violently.

"Rumple."

"I'm sorry, Belle. My body's very sensitive tonight. You tongue felt so good on me." He climbed into the tub hoping the water would relax him a little.

Belle stood there for a few seconds and then began to untie the laces of her bodice. For the first time all day, Rumple stopped thinking about her lips. His eyes were riveted on her fingers. He was waiting for her breasts to be revealed to him. His cock was throbbing.

She pulled her bodice open and he could see her breasts through the thin fabric of her chemise. He whimpered. Belle pulled it over her head to bare her breasts to him. He grasped the sides of the tub. His mouth was watering to suck on the pink plump nipples. 'You're beautiful, Belle." He could barely recognize his voice. It sounded so hoarse.

Rumple watched her reach behind herself to undo another fastening. His eyes never left her breasts until her skirt fell to the floor and she stood naked in front of him. His eyes moved down to the triangle between her legs. He could smell her arousal. Now he wanted to taste it.

"Rumple." Her voice was soft and hesitant. She moved closer to the tub and ran her fingers through his hair. He moaned.

"Belle." He could barely speak. "Give me your hands." She placed her hands in his and climbed into the tub. Before she could lower herself into the water Rumple pulled her forward so that her thighs were flush against his face. He pushed his nose between her legs to sniff her. Her scent was intoxicating to him.

Belle whimpered and grasped his head in her hands to balance herself. His nose was pressed against her clit. She whimpered and dug her fingers into his scalp when she felt his tongue exploring her folds. He was making low guttural sounds as he lapped up her juices. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she cried out and writhed against him. He sucked on her more. She whimpered and pressed against him. He was addicted to the way she responded to his attentions. Nothing had ever made him feel so good about himself. She enjoyed the way he touched her and kissed her. She wanted to feel his hands and mouth and tongue on her. His own body was aroused to a point where it was almost painful, but he only wanted to please her. When she screamed out his name and pulled on his hair he felt the seed pour out of his body. He'd come again without even being touched.

"Rumple." She whimpered his name as she slid down against him and into the water. He magicked the water clean again and held her tightly against him. His heart was beating wildly.

She straddled him so that she could feel his cock against her. It immediately began to stir again as soon as their bodies made contact. He kissed her head and eyes and cheeks and nose. He planted kisses near her mouth, hoping she'd make a move to place her mouth on his. She reciprocated with hundreds of little kisses that made him whimper and moan and that made his cock grow harder and harder. She rubbed herself against him and bit down on his shoulder. His cock sprang completely back to life. He whimpered as she continued to rub against him.

"Belle." He lifted her up so that he could see her breasts. His mouth watered for them. He hungrily drew her right nipple into his mouth and gently sucked on it. He knew she liked it when he was gentle with her. She moaned and clutched his shoulders. He continued worshipping her breasts with his mouth and tongue until she was moaning and writhing in his arms.

"Belle." He eased her down so that the tip of his cock was pressed against her opening.

"Rumple." She combed her fingers through his hair and his hips bucked involuntarily. She emitted a little sound that made him groan. He wanted to be in her badly, but he was extremely nervous. He hadn't lain with a woman in hundreds of years and he was terrified of hurting or disappointing her. He'd been a failure as a man, and even though he was now the Dark One, he had almost no confidence in himself. He had to keep reminding himself how much she liked being kissed and touched by him and how her body came alive for him. The thought did not boost his confidence, but it did increase his arousal.

"I'm nervous." Her words jolted him from his own thoughts. Of course she was nervous.

"It's OK, Belle. We're not going to do anything now. I just want to touch you." He found the inner strength to sound confident and reassuring even though he felt anything but. He was sure he was more nervous than she was. Belle was nothing if not brave.

She smiled shyly at him and his heart raced. She planted a kiss on each side of his mouth, coming closer to his lips than she ever had. His cock stiffened more.

"Do you want me to touch you?" She kissed him again in the same spots. His cock throbbed.

He arched his back and pushed up against her again.

"Do you want to push in a little?" She blushed profusely. He'd never been so aroused.

'Yes..." His voice was almost inaudible. His whole body was shaking at her suggestion. He would push in just a little... just the head. This way they could get used to each other.

"It's OK, Rumple." She caressed his cheek. He knew she sensed his nervousness.

"I'm nervous too." The words came out before he could stop them. It was almost a relief.

"It's OK." She raked her fingers through his hair and planted more kisses near his lips. He felt himself losing all self control.

He slipped his hand between her legs and carefully pushed two and then three fingers partially into her. Her body opened for them. He added a fourth and she made a little sound.

His heart stopped. "Are you OK?"

"Yes... it feels good. It always feels good when you touch me." She cooed in his ear.

His confidence increased. He lined up his cock at her opening and helped her lower herself on him, replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. He managed to push in slightly. "Good, Belle. Does that feel OK?"

"Yes." She whispered.

He held his cock in his hand and urged her to press down further. He could feel her opening up to let him in. He was grateful that his nerves were tempering his arousal. The sensation of being even partially in her was almost too much to bear.

"Just a little more." She lowered herself further and the head popped completely in. They both felt it. They stayed frozen in that position for several seconds before either reacted.

Belle smiled at him. "That feels good, Rumple."

He smiled back. Now that he was in her, his cock began to throb again. "Oh, Belle." He was elated. He was going to lie with her tonight. He was filled with all types of emotions. Her body welcomed his. It felt so good and so right. It would all be OK.

He kissed her at the edge of her lips the same way she had kissed him. Her body automatically tightened around his cock. Every nerve in his body wanted him to thrust deeply into her or to plunder her mouth with his. He moaned loudly. It took every ounce of his will to control himself. Her muscles tightened around him again. He was about to lose all control.

"Belle... I think we need to continue this later. I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you like this."

"OK." She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to raise herself off of him. Her body tightened around him once again, almost creating a vacuum as she pulled away. He moaned loudly. He was seconds away from coming.

"Belle, please touch me." His voice was pleading.

Belle settled beside him and grasped his cock firmly in her hand. He moaned. "Please."

She stroked him fast, the way she knew he liked it, and he came within seconds.

Belle cradled his cock in her hand until it softened completely. Then she straddled him and touched her forehead to his. They looked in each other's eyes. He wondered if she could see the deep feelings he was harboring for her.

She rubbed her nose against his. He liked it the way he liked holding hands.

She traced his lips with her thumb. "Stick out your tongue."

His heart stopped beating. "Belle?"

"Please, Rumple." She traced his lips with her thumb again.

He was confused, but did as she asked. He was barely breathing.

She brought her face close to his and touched the tip of his tongue with the tip of hers. Then she pulled away. "I just wanted to know how that felt." She blushed and his cock hardened.

His heart was beating wildly. He could taste her on his tongue. She was honey and cloves and something else he couldn't place. She was intoxicating. He was intoxicated. He would lie with her tonight... and he hoped that maybe, just maybe, it would lead to a real kiss.