Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or The Swan Princess. I am borrowing the title from one of my favorite songs for this chapter name.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading, reviewing, and favoriting this story! I wasn't originally planning on adding a second chapter, but someone had to give me an idea about the wedding night and the plot bunny bit me immediately. You don't necessary have to read this unless you're in the mood for some wedding smut. And for fluffiness galore! We need more Rumbelle moments during this hiatus. This is dedicated to the awesome Tinuviel Undomiel for making this happen. Hope you all enjoy and don't forget to review!

Practice, Practice, Practice (rated M)

Rumplestiltskin was petrified.

There were too many moments to count in his life when that particular emotion got the best of him. The most recent was when he first learned that Belle, the enchanted lady cursed to turn into a swan, was his True Love. The second was realizing that it meant she loved him in return. The third was her coming to live with him and his son Bae. And fourthly, after a short courtship she agreed to become his wife.

It was fantastic and wonderful that he, a spinner and the local coward, managed to win her affections and hand. Never mind the strange circumstances that led them to each other, but it still astounded him that this was indeed real and not some lovely dream.

Even the rest of the village was equally stunned when Rumple brought Belle into town for the first time. No one knew where she had come from or how she came to know Rumple, but it didn't bother her in the least bit.

"Let them stare and gossip all they want," she said. "We faced the Dark One and defeated his evil for good. That's more than what any of them have ever done."

How could he argue with that logic?

So despite his inclination to be cowardly, Rumple found Belle's bravery rubbing off on him. It was evident that the spinner was no longer the same man. His newfound love gave him the courage and confidence to be a bit more outspoken, to demand the full price paid for his wool instead of negotiating, and to earn the respect of most of the villagers.

At long last Rumple finally managed to master his fate and prove to the others he wasn't as much of a coward as his father was.

However, all that seemed to have disappeared when the daunting and frightening moment arrived that rendered Rumple back into his petrified state.

His wedding night.

Unsavory and embarrassing memories of his first wedding night with Milah resurfaced, causing his insecurities and self-deprecating thoughts to return. How in the world could he please his new wife when he had failed so miserably with his first? It was another reason why Milah often sought out the comfort of other men and why she ran off with that pirate.

He was afraid that once Belle realized how inadequate he was she would realize that marrying him was a mistake. True Love or not… it helped when a couple was compatible in the bedroom and could give each other pleasure. He didn't want to disappoint her, but alas, he knew the truth was inevitable.

He will ruin what should be the most happiest and romantic night of her life… all because her new husband did not know how to please a woman right.

As the days drew closer to the wedding, Rumple kept his concerns to himself and also thought about how he should approach Belle about this. He would be a horrible person if he allowed the charade to go on without informing her about what kind of husband she would have. He would have to give her a choice to marry him or not, but if she chose to follow through… then he didn't want her to think she would have to be bound by their vows to be true to him. If she wanted to take a lover, then he would not stop her. He wanted her to be happy, even if it happened to be another man that could give her everything he could not.

Of course, bringing it up was altogether a different situation. He had to do it with Bae not around. Yet, it was proving to be difficult since the boy was so smitten with his new stepmother that he wanted to spend as much time as he could with her. It was new to Bae as well since his mother never showed him such affection or attention. So for Belle to have a care… it was a dream come true.

Eventually, it was now the day before the wedding and Rumple had not been able to speak freely to his bride-to-be about his proposition.

He was running out of time.

However, the Gods were smiling down on him when Morraine came to ask if Bae could go fishing with her for the wedding feast. Before Bae could object, Belle jumped in:

"That's a splendid idea! I know you will catch the biggest fish Bae."

"Really?" he asked and Belle laughed. "Of course! You two go and have fun."

"We will!" Morraine chimed in, grinning as the two females exchanged a knowing look. It was no surprise that the young girl liked Bae, but the boy was proving to be too stubborn to see with his eyes.

"Let me pack some snacks for you. I know this could take some time," Belle added as she grabbed a small basket and filled it with a blanket, bread, cheese, and cold meat. Handing it over to her future son, she gave him a hug. "Be good Bae."

"Aren't I always?" he cheekily responded and Rumple had to roll his eyes.

"See you later!" Belle called as the two teens ran out. Turning towards her intended, Belle gave him a beaming smile. "At last we are alone! For how much longer I do not know. Morraine's mother offered their home for me to spend the night before the wedding. I daresay I don't know how I will sleep without you by my side Rum."

"As do I," he said, reaching for her hand. Taking a deep breath, Rumple looked her in the eye. "Belle. Before you leave, there is something I must tell you."

"Same here," she admitted. "But not here. I don't want to risk us being interrupted."

"All right," he agreed, though slightly confused as to why they could not speak in the cottage. Moriah wasn't coming until dinner to retrieve his fiancée for tomorrow. And now that Bae was gone off fishing with Morraine… he wouldn't be back for at least a few hours. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to refuse Belle's request for privacy elsewhere. "Where do you wish to speak?"

Her blue eyes lit up. "I know the perfect place."

xxXXxx

He hadn't expected to return to this place again, but as soon as Belle took the lead into the forest… he knew exactly where they were heading.

The lake where he first followed her as a swan and the spot they shared True Love's kiss to end her curse from the Dark One. The place where it all began…

It hadn't changed since the last time they were there. The ruins were nothing but full of neglect and abandonment, yet they possessed a strange aura of beauty with the lake shimmering with its crystal-like properties. Belle walked up to the grassy beach and bent down as her hand dipped into the cool water, stirring and creating ripples within the calmness.

A pensive smile blossomed on her petal lips as she closed her eyes in bliss. "Despite the bad memories I had with my curse… this lake was always a comfort."

Rumple remained a couple feet behind her and admired the serenity on her countenance as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Have I told you that I still dream about this lake? About turning back into a swan?"

"No."

"I do," Belle said softly. "Honestly, the best thing about becoming a swan was that it brought me to you. In a strange way… I'm glad I was cursed."

"Belle?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion about where this was leading. Was she trying to tell him that she wanted to be a swan again to avoid becoming his wife?!

Sighing, she stood up and faced him. "Rum… tomorrow is our wedding and I am looking forward in finally becoming your wife and being Bae's mother. It's everything I could ever hope for and the fact that we have shared True Love's kiss… I never felt so much complete."

She paused as she took a tentative step towards him and reached for his hands. "But… I can't help get the feeling that you're unsure about this. Are you not happy? With me?"

He stared at her in horror. "What?! How could you say that? No! I'm not unhappy. Not at all."

"Then why do your eyes tell me otherwise?"

Gripping her hands tighter, Rum knew it was now or never. "It has nothing to do with you Belle. Believe me when I tell you that I've never been this happier. You are a fine mother for Bae and I thank the Gods for our paths to have crossed, but there is something about me you must know. I cannot have you marry me until you know the truth."

"What truth is that Rum?"

His cheeks reddened at his next words, but he knew he must say it now or lose his nerve. "Belle, when I told you about Milah… there was more to the story other than my cowardly actions on the battlefield that led to her dissatisfaction with our marriage. Uh, you see when we got married—I mean, on our wedding night—when a man and a woman are alone…"

He was clearly getting flabbergasted and Belle took pity on him. "Rum," she said gently. "I know what happens between a man and a woman. I do read, you know," she kidded him with a grin. "And I did grow up in a kingdom where the nearby villages had a lot of farms. My curiosity was naturally insatiable so I did a lot of observation."

"Oh." The tips of his ears were burning and he felt silly for assuming she wouldn't know about a couple's coupling. If anything, Belle was always looking for knowledge on whatever she could get her hands on and if there was a book written about it… she read it. "Well, yes, of course. I didn't mean to imply you wouldn't. It's just that…" He closed his eyes and exhaled sharply. "Belle, I'm not very good at this."

"It's okay Rum," she told him. "We have all the time in the world for you to come up with the right words."

"That's not what I mean," he said sheepishly, looking down at his feet. It was Belle's turn to flush with embarrassment, but she tipped his chin up so he had to look at her.

"Rum, there's nothing to be ashamed about. And this time it's different because we love each other."

"Love has nothing to do with it Belle," he said. "I mean, it does, but that's not what I'm trying to say. Belle, Milah began to dislike me because I did not know how to please her like a husband should for his wife. It was mainly the reason why she would carry on with other men. That was my shame, my burden to hold that I could not make my wife happy."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I wanted you to know, to prepare yourself for the type of marriage you're going to have with me. I will not please you and I have accepted that. I do. All I ask is that if you want to reconsider, then you will not hurt my feelings if you change your mind. Or… if you decide to share another's bed, then I will not stop you as long as you're happy and you continue to be a good mother to Bae. I love you Belle and I will not ruin your life because of my ineptitude. All I want is your happiness even if it's not me that can give it to you."

There. He said it and now Belle was going to realize that accepting his proposal was the biggest mistake she made. He only hoped that she would be kind in her decision and when they tell Bae… he would have to make up something to explain why Belle would not be his wife. Frankly, he wanted to avoid the real reason so his son won't think his father was incompetent as well. Bad enough his first wife knew it and now Belle did too. At least Belle would be polite and spare his feelings in whatever choice she makes.

However, he hadn't expected her to grab his face and kiss him as if her life depended on it.

He almost lost his balance at the force she grabbed him with and was open-eyed as she captured his lips in a mind-spinning kiss. Then without warning, she let go of him and slapped his chest.

"You foolish man!" she exclaimed. "How or why would you possibly think I would do such a thing? I agreed to be your wife because I love you. I fell in love with you. To even suggest I should be unfaithful is absolutely horrid! Do you really think I would be that shallow to reject my husband's attentions for another? I am nothing like Milah! And to be honest, I'm appalled that you would think I would behave like her. What she did is despicable, yes, and she should have done the right thing instead of breaking your heart and muddying your reputation. She should have gone to you and asked for a proper separation to spare everyone involved. So no Rum. I will not reconsider my acceptance nor will I allow another man in my bed. It is you that I have chosen and it is you that I will sleep with every night of my life. Nothing will change my mind so you best forget it."

How could he forget there was no use in arguing with her once her mind was made up? At least he had the guts to look remorseful and guilty for even mentioning it in the first place. But his insecurities got the best of him once again and he almost ruined the best thing that came into his life over his cowardliness.

"I'm sorry Belle," he apologized. "Believe me; I didn't want to cause you grief. Yet I didn't want our marriage to start with deception. I wanted you to be aware that is all."

"I understand Rum. I do," she insisted. "But that doesn't show much faith in me if you think I would walk away because of what one woman said and did to you. Besides, how do you know you will not be able to please me when we haven't even done it yet?"

"I suppose you're right…"

"Of course I am. But if you're that worried about it, Rum, then there's only one perfect solution to the problem: we'll make love right now."

Never in his whole life did Rumple expect those words to come out of her mouth. But Belle could be quite blunt and she had far more courage than he to be that straightforward.

"We don't have—" he started but she stopped him with a shake of her head.

"Nonsense. I think now is the right time. This is where you learned the truth about me as that swan and this is where we fell in love with each other and you freed me. I can't think of any other place more perfect than this lake and this garden. Here we can be ourselves without anyone interfering. If anything, I should add that it does make the circle complete."

"Belle, you don't need to do this to prove something to me. I understand I was foolish to bring it up and the last thing I want you to think is that I'm pressuring you…"

"You're not Rum," she said adamantly. "This is my choice. No one decides my fate but me. And right now I want my future husband to hold me and make love to me right here, by this lake, under the sky." Then, she added cheekily, "Plus, practicing will be an excellent start to our wedding night tomorrow."

He had to chuckle at her last statement as he hugged her. "Belle… sometimes I don't know why I deserve you."

"I do," she said. "You will be lost without me, Rum, admit it."

"Aye," he agreed, tilting her face so he could press a light, feathery kiss on her forehead, then both cheeks, before fusing their lips together in a loving caress. Part of him was still anxious about this impending union, but kissing Belle and feeling her love for him and her strength seemed to silence his doubts. He could please her, he will. He just had to have faith in himself.

Breaking away, Rumple withdrew his cloak and laid it upon the grass along with his staff. She giggled softly as he took her back into his arms, a question still set upon his face. "Are you sure Belle? If you change your mind, then tell me to stop and I will—"

"Rum," she interrupted by placing a finger over his lips. "A lady doesn't like it when her champion tries to talk her out of something she wants. And right now… I want you." Replacing her finger with her sweet lips, Rumple was quite in agreement and swore to himself he would not say anything else to dampen the mood.

However, there was an issue of where to begin. They were still fully clothed and he wanted to be able to romance her a bit before he went further. Should they undress while standing? Or should they lie down? Could his bad leg handle the undressing standing up? The mental picture of him losing his balance with his trousers pooled at his feet and making a fool in front of his intended was not how he wanted this moment to be memorable. Once more, that nagging voice whispered in his ear that if he had not been a coward, then he would have a good leg to impress Belle with.

Yet, Belle's voice entered his mind telling that good for nothing insecurity to push off and leave him be. She loved him for him and bad leg or not… she wanted all of him.

Swallowing his fear, Rumple decided it was best to lie down so they could explore each other without the hindrance standing might have. He guided Belle to sit on his cloak and then he managed to follow suit without losing his balance. He grinned inwardly at the triumph and hoped the rest of his body would be just as graceful.

He reached for Belle and as she inched towards him, he continued to kiss her gently and slowly. If anything, he wanted to gradually build to the inevitable. Belle seemed to be content with him taking the lead as she granted his tongue entrance to taste her. This was something he felt confident in doing and a skill he excelled at. At least they could do this until he decided how to take it a step farther.

His first wedding night had been disastrous. Although, looking back, Rumple believed it was due to the lack of seduction on his part and Milah's that didn't make it as pleasurable like he would have thought. Then again, his wife was waiting for it to be over as soon as possible. As a result, there was little time in getting to know the other, to learn what the other liked and what the other didn't liked. Milah had stripped down and bade him to do the same. He barely had his pants off when she yanked him down on top of her and grasped his partially erect cock into her. She hadn't even winced when he entered her and he was worried that he hurt her, but Milah told him to hush and urged him to move. Suffice to say he didn't last long since he was a virgin, but Milah rolled over on her side on the tiny cot and didn't move until morning.

Afterwards, she was the only one to initiate their couplings. Whenever Rumple tried… she had an excuse as to why she didn't and her favorite was how he didn't know how to get her excited. She had to do it herself before he could enter her.

Like Belle, he was inexperienced in the physical intimacy of a man and woman despite his first marriage. But he did know he didn't want to repeat the same actions as he had done with Milah.

Belle was special and should be treated so. He…

Belle shifted her kisses to teasing down his neck. "You're overthinking," she murmured with each nip. "Just feel Rum. Do what comes natural."

He felt himself blushed that she knew was going through his mind. He had to stop doing that.

Her fingertips ghosted his nape and Rumple let out an involuntary gasp as she found a spot that seemed to be quite sensitive. He could feel her lips smirking at his reaction and she repeated the motion but added her nails to the mixture. This time he let out a full-blown moan, startling even himself with such a sound.

Rumple glared at her as she gave him an innocent look, batting her lashes demurely. Well, two can play at this game.

Placing his mouth under her ear, Rumple dragged his lips down her swanlike throat, smirking as Belle gave her own shuddery gasps and shivered in his embrace. This was much better he found. With every teasing caress of his kisses, Belle continued to tremble and Rumple needed more, desirous to hear what other sounds she was capable of producing. Heeding her advice, the natural part of him wanted to have his hands join in on the fun. So he did.

Trailing his digits up her side, he brushed against her breast, which Belle lurched into the touch and released a low moan. She was already breathing a bit faster and when he dragged his mouth to skim over the tops of her breasts… Belle delved her fingers into his hair, holding him in place. With little words spoken, he knew this was where she wanted him to concentrate on and he was growing very pleased with himself that he was giving her pleasure already.

The bodice of her dress did push her breasts up and Rumple was quickly discovering that he rather liked this part of his beloved. As he kept his mouth occupied with kisses, his hands were busy with molding and gently squeezing her mounds. It seemed his Belle liked it when he applied a firmer touch, so he did but was mindful not to be too rough to hurt her. He could taste the little beads of sweat that began to gather on her chest, and taking an exploratory swipe of his tongue, he allowed it to dip between her cleavage. Her intake of breath and whimpers urged him on as that basic primal instinct commanded him to taste more, to feel more.

He prayed thanks to whatever Gods for having her dress strings in the front as he swiftly (and clumsily) pulled at them in his haste to free her from the confinement. Once the dress was loosen, the material spread apart like water as Rumple's hands were met with her liberated flesh. He couldn't help his moan of anticipation to finally hold her in his grasp. He took a moment for his gaze to sweep over her, his cheeks flushing at the aggressive action he took to bare her and for seeing her in her glory. She was perfect! Absolute perfection with her creamy smooth skin and dusty pink nipples already pebbled from the air and his early ministrations.

There was so much he wanted to do and he couldn't decide where to start, but instinct demanded more touching. So touching he did. Cupping her, he relished in the knowledge that she filled his palms so it was just right and he wouldn't have to worry about neglecting a part of her. Tentatively, he stroked her and with her gasps and sighs to guide him… Rumple moved to feel the tiny nub. Rolling it delicately with his thumb and forefinger, he couldn't help the amazed astonishment as her nipple hardened even more. The more he seemed to tease it, the more it beckoned him for other delectable attentions. Feeling a bit boldly with his actions, Rumple lowered his mouth to her right breast while keeping an eye on Belle's face. He sucked the nipple inside and stopped when Belle immediately tensed.

He was about to remove himself, afraid he hurt her somehow, when Belle shook her head vehemently. "No… don't move…" she said breathlessly. Even those few words seemed to be an exertion as she begged him to continue what he was doing with her blue eyes.

So he didn't and continued to suckle her. As her eyes drifted closed, Rumple took the time to marvel at how beautiful she looked with her face transformed in such open pleasure. When he tried doing this with Milah, she hadn't looked this raw in her emotions and even he had to admit that Milah certainly didn't taste as good as Belle did. Well, it seemed Milah wasn't as desirable like she thought she was. No… Belle was better. Without thought, his tongue flicked the nipple and his eyes widened as Belle groaned, digging her nails into his scalp.

Her response was enough to tell him that it was all right so he experimented by licking and nibbling the nub. He then switched to its twin and repeated the same attentions. Belle swayed in his embrace with the change and she reached for his free hand and placed it on her other breast so it wouldn't be forgotten. Rumple alternated between stroking and suckling, savoring every bit of Belle's guidance as she petted his hair to let him know what she liked and what she didn't. It would have been quite easy to be caught up in his zealous attention to her breasts, but Rumple was eager to see what else he could discover on his lovely Belle.

With her dress nearly hanging off her arms, Rumple pushed the fabric off her with Belle's help. Together, they removed the garment leaving Belle clad only in her stockings and undergarments. He lowered her down on the cloak and once more he was struck by how gorgeous this beauty was and how lucky he was to have fallen in love with her and for him with her. He really wanted to show how special she was to him and thanks to her… he was able to push all thoughts of the upcoming wedding aside for the time being so he could focus on the now and present with her.

Correction… this was their wedding, this was their christening in the very spot they met and fell in love. Nothing else existed but them.

Brushing her lips gently, Rumple continued his path by trailing along her collarbone and down the cleft of her breasts to where her bellybutton was. His fingers also lightly trailed down the flat surface of her stomach, earning a sigh or moan or a sudden quiver when he found a sensitive spot. He never realized how responsive a woman could be when a man knew where to touch and with Belle… his confidence was quickly growing.

He shifted and instantly groaned when his pants were becoming quite restricted. Oh yes… Belle's pleasure was giving him confidence all right and his body loved the fact that it was him that was unraveling her piece by piece. Yet there was a danger that he would not last as long as he would like. He firmly reminded himself that he had to ensure Belle's needs first before he considered his own. So to keep his body from betraying him, Rumple thought of some mundane things such as the weather, spinning, sheep, all of which did little if not nothing to relieve him. It wasn't until he happened to glance to the side as he nibbled at Belle's hip that he caught a frog and turtle watching them.

If it were possible, the frog looked enraged and the turtle was holding him back. It was laughable really since they were only animals and a frog definitely should not have murderous rage in his muddy eyes.

Thankfully, the turtle managed to push the frog back towards the lake, but not before giving Rumple a sly wink and swimming away. That actually helped distract his boiling blood in his veins and return to focusing on Belle again.

He sat up on his arms and adjusted his weight so his bad leg wouldn't have that much pressure on it. In hindsight, he knew when it was time for consummation he would have to balance himself just so he wouldn't further damage his knee. He only hoped it wouldn't give out on him while pleasing Belle because nothing would be more embarrassing than to faint if the pain became unbearable. Being mindful not to bend it, Rumple looked at his work thus far as Belle sagged against the cloak, her chest rising in short breaths.

Already her milky complexion was stained with a rosy pink that started at her cheek and extended down to her breasts. And those were fully ripe from his attentive worshipping. His gaze dragged further down to the smooth plane of her stomach, down to her apex where the fabric of her garment was getting dark with the dampness of her arousal for him.

This shocked him since he never seen a woman this aroused before. He never knew such a thing could happen! Completely in awe, Rumple reached out and stroked a tentative finger there, shuddering at the moisture and the keening noise that spilled from Belle's lips. He could smell a light musky and vanilla scent in the air and as he inquisitively drew closer… he realized that it was coming from his Belle!

"Oh Gods," he murmured, his blood increasing its temperature. "You do want me."

"Rum…" Belle breathed, her voice begging him for more.

A new possibility suddenly bloomed in his mind… due in part to the mouthwatering aroma that was making his head spin. He had heard some of the men in the village talk about this other aspect of lovemaking, but he had been too much of a coward to ask Milah for permission and neither did the idea sound appetizing altogether. Another time he will ask Belle and he had a feeling she would not object or turn down the offer once they were married. As of right now, he was losing a battle with his self-control and he had to do something or he would truly implode from the desire building up in him.

With Belle's help, he divested the remaining clothing on her luscious body, his eyes turning darker with heat at the sight of her loveliness. There was so much unchartered territory he had yet to uncover, but Belle was getting impatient as her nails clawed at his clothes.

"Please Rum!" she whimpered. "I need—I need—" She couldn't seem to form the words she wanted to express, but Rumple nodded knowing what she wanted but couldn't voice.

His own clothes pushed aside on the grass, Rumple had a second to feel insecure about his nakedness, but the appreciative and lustful glaze in her midnight blue eyes instantly made him feel handsome and younger. There will be time later for him to reflect on what she could have possibly been thinking at that moment, but right now… there were other pressing matters to attend to.

This part he knew what to do. Taking hold of himself, Rumple aligned himself at her opening, his eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head at the immense heat radiating from Belle. He pushed a little bit more, his jaw clenching as her inner muscles seemed to clamp over him at once. He bit his lip hard to maintain his posture and not to slam himself into Belle, despite the urge to do so. Keeping a watch on her face, Rumple used her expressions to guide him as he slowly pushed deeper, tensing as her countenance went from pleasure to pain.

"Don't!" she pleaded when he tried to withdraw, her arms coming around his neck to keep him in place. "I'm okay. Please. I love you Rum."

Her timbre deepened as he trembled. "I love you Belle," he said. "Forever."

Inching some more, he met the resistance of her virginity and with a final push; he was now completely sheathed in her. Belle cried out, her nails digging into his shoulder blades, but Rumple kept himself still so she could get use to him. How he managed that Herculean feat was a mystery even to him, especially with the way she clung to him and the tightness and fire that surrounded him. He didn't start moving until Belle kissed his lips and jaw, murmuring that she was all right and that she couldn't believe he was inside her… inside!

He started with shallow thrusts, barely leaving the comfort of her body before he could sink back in. For now, he found pleasure in the tender and slow rhythmic dancing of their bodies; their souls reaching for the other as they wrapped themselves in the comfort and sheer wonderment of their love for each other. When Belle at last sobbed his name, his lower half stiffened and relaxed as his fulfillment overwhelmed him and he wept her name over and over again with tears of joy running down his face.

Together, they held each other as their fevered bodies began to cool and the gentle sounds of nature tempted them to close their eyes. As much as they longed to stay right where they were, husband and wife in body and spirit, they knew they had to return.

Although, how they were going to keep their hands to themselves was going to be difficult and Belle leaving for the night was going to be one very long night.

Alas, tradition called for it, and after he assisted his wife-to-be in her clothes, Belle pulled him down for a breathless kiss. "I know we must go through with the ceremony tomorrow, but I feel like we were married already," she confessed.

"Aye. But don't tell Bae. He will be upset that he missed out on being my best man," Rumple joked yet he couldn't help but shake at the emotion in her statement.

"I wouldn't dream of it," she told him with a smile.

Walking back to the cottage, Belle squeezed his hand and cheekily added, "And you were nervous about the wedding night."

"Well," he said. "Like you said, practice does make perfect."

"That didn't seem like a practice to me," she pouted, wrinkling her nose in bereft. "I think you said that so you could have your way with me."

Rumple laughed. "I promise I will continue practicing with you for as long as we are husband and wife."

"You better," Belle warned him. "I feel rather spoiled by such attentions. I expect that to happen on a nightly basis."

"As you wish, milady," Rumple said with a large smile.

"Of course," she added with a smirk. "Tomorrow night I want it to be my turn with you. I have some ideas that I read about and I'm certain my husband will indulge in my curiosity."

He gulped.

The End (for real!)

I think Belle might have broken him with that last sentence. You know what to do and leave a review… you know you want to! ;)