Belle tried not to dwell on the fact she'd fallen for her master. She took care of his son, admitting to herself, the boy was theirs. Rumpelstiltskin may never dwell on that fact, but sometimes it kept Belle up at night. Still - Belle hadn't tried any spectacular open affection with the imp, however much she wanted to slant her lips over his…
She shook herself, making her look quite strange but she didn't care. She could not, would not, dwell on the imp's lips. Belle sighed to herself as she went about her day, Baelfire had finished Harry Potter's first book, and was losing himself in the second. Bae was such a good little man. Belle loved that about him, and she often called him "her little man." The days when she did so, Baelfire's chest always puffed out in pride. Without fail, he'd be excited at the prospect of being so manly in Belle's eyes.
"Good morning, little man." Belle smiled as Bae clambered into her room one morning. "Good morning, Belle." he responded, the little puff in his chest very visible to Belle's keen eyes. She giggled, and handed the boy his book. She was turning him into quite the monster where books were concerned. She couldn't be more proud.
"Belle?" Bae said after a pause, where he'd been getting settled on her bed. "Yes, love?" she replied, pausing her sewing to look over at him. "Are you happy here?" he asked, squirming a little. "Or- or do you wish someone would come and save you? Like those stupid people from a few weeks ago? When Papa was hurt?" he said in a rush.
"Baelfire, calm down." Belle said first, putting aside the sewing altogether. He took the opening for what it was, laying his head in her lap. "I'm very happy here, my little man." she whispered. "I couldn't be happier anywhere else. You two are my family." she said firmly.
Bae squirmed a little, so that he could look up at her. "I know I'm your son," Bae said with a giggle at the shocked look on her face. "But what's papa?" he asked innocently, and Belle froze mid-giggle, blushing and looking down. "I don't know. Not my father." she said quickly. "He's something special, all of his own." she whispered.
"Do you love papa?" Bae whispered, just as quietly. Belle contemplated for a moment how to answer that question. "...Yes." she said at last, opting for honesty. "He's my very best friend, 'sides you." she murmured. "Yeah, but do you love him, Belle?" he whispered again. "You know what I mean." he taunted, and she flinched just a little. "Bae, why all the questions?" she dodged.
"Because I don't want you to leave. And if you love us, even just a little, then you won't leave!" Bae explained in the childish manner he was wont to use. Belle smiled, relieved that that was all. "Bae, I couldn't leave. Not ever." she whispered. "For one, I have that deal with Rum, and for another… You are my son." she reminded him, tweaking his nose.
Bae beamed at her, swinging his arms about her neck and kissing her boyishly on the mouth. She giggled as he pulled away. "Bae!" she teased. "Mama!" he sassed back, and Belle blushed down to her chest. "My little man." she whispered, and kissed his head. Then she froze, seeing Rumpelstiltskin leaning against the door frame.
"Rum- Rumpelstiltskin." Belle stammered, looking down at the boy unashamedly still in her lap. "Papa, guess what?" Bae said happily. "What's that, son?" Rumpelstiltskin caught Belle's eye, and gave her a small smile. It wasn't the profession of love she wanted, but she'd take it. She smiled back.
"Belle won't leave, not ever, and she loves you." Bae chirped, and Belle narrowly resisted the urge to murder the boy, here and now, in front of his father and everything. Rumpelstiltskin stiffened, looking at Belle in shock.
"Bae." Belle hissed, her face so red she could feel it burn. Bae turned around to look at her questioningly. "I was keeping it a secret." she whispered lamely. Rumpelstiltskin's eyes, if she'd looked at them, were so wide and full of hope. "Bae, son, go on to your room. Your …. mama and I need to talk." he managed to get out. Baelfire jumped out of Belle's lap, the little traitor, and left.
"I'm sorry- I- I didn't tell him to call me that." Belle stammered first. "No, I don't think you did." Rumpelstiltskin assured her, looking down. "I think he thought of that all on his own." he sighed, really sighed then. "But uhm…" he blushed, and looked down at his feet.
"Yes?" Belle looked up at him, through thick lashes. She realised that the wretched man wasn't going to bring up the declaration of love that Bae had done for her. She took a deep breath, glanced over at him, still looking downcast, and decided it was time.
"He wasn't lying- Bae, I mean." Belle blushed darkly, but she had to do this. She'd lose her home, she'd lose Bae, but she needed to let this man know… he was just a man, and he could be loved - so very loved - if only he'd let her.
Rumpelstiltskin's head tilted up, just a little as he glanced over at her, perhaps to check to see how she was lying about this. She pressed on. "You saved me, you know that. But I'm not confusing love for gratitude- You're kind, Rumpel, not to everyone, but you let me see it. And you're smart, and you like reading, and you let me read. How could I not…. how could I not love you for this?" she whispered lamely.
"Belle…" Rumpelstiltskin whispered her name reverently, and Gods, it was not fair that his voice speaking her name could cause so many emotions, send shivers down her spine. "How? I… I don't understand. Belle, you deserve-"
Belle flinched, and he stopped. "Don't I, Rumpel?" she murmured, stepping unsteadily onto her feet and crouching beside him. "Don't I deserve what I'd like?" she whispered. Rumpelstiltskin jerked his head in an unsteady nod. "Of course you do." he said softly.
"Then let me have you." She whispered again, her eyes shining with hope. "You have had me," Rumpelstiltskin ducked his head as he admitted that. "I've… I've loved you for ages now." he swallowed noisily, but Belle could barely hear him over the sound of her own heart pounding in her chest.
Belle leaned forward, and she put her head on his shoulder. He stiffened, but after a moment he relaxed and put an arm around her waist. They spend a little while, maybe five minutes, just sitting together. No words needed to be spoken. They had each other.
At length, Baelfire knocked on the door, jolting the two from their position. Belle blushed, but Rumpelstiltskin kept an arm around her. "Hey, Bae." Belle said, trying to seem as if everything was normal.
"Do I get to tell you both that I told you so?" Bae chirped hopefully. Belle took one look at the boy, and she laughed. He was practically dancing as he stood. "No." she stuck her tongue out at him.
"You can tell your Papa that though," she said, mirth in her eyes. "He hid it too well." she complained.
Rumpelstiltskin laughed, and Belle's eyes lit up happily to be the one that made him laugh. She snuggled back closer into his embrace, and opened her own arms for Bae. Bae readily came into them, smiling happily.
"I love you both." Belle whispered, and she felt Rumpel's sigh more than heard it. She smiled, and bent around to kiss him on his scaled chin. Rumpelstiltskin sighed again, but this time she knew how happy he was. She could feel it in his smile, hidden in her hair.
Belle smiled, and Baelfire nuzzled deeper into her arms. "Love you too, Mama." he said happily. Belle's heart constricted almost painfully as she held and was held by her boys. Baelfire was hers, hers and Rumpel's at least, and she would never let them go.
Belle leaned in to Rumpel's chest, and he kissed her head. "and I love you too." he whispered, just a little shyly. Belle reached up, tangled her hand in his hair, and kissed him on the mouth. She smiled against his lips, felt his smile, and she pulled away with a happy sigh. "Bae, it's time for bed." she said after a few minutes of the content cuddling.
Baelfire pouted, but a look from his mama shushed him before he could even speak. "Goodnight papa. Goodnight mama." Bae said after a pause, hugging them both again before he scuttled off to his own room, leaving Rumpelstiltskin alone with Belle.
Rumpelstiltskin moved to stand up, but Belle kept herself squared into his arms. "Don't leave, not yet." she begged, and he acquiesced at once. He did, however, pick her up into his arms and plop her down on her bed, and cuddled up behind her. She sighed happily at the feeling of his arms around her waist, keeping her grounded.
"I can't believe you love me," Belle admitted, turning in his arms to touch his cheek. "What in the gods name do you mean, Belle?" he asked, touching her cheek in response. "You're the princess… I can't believe you love me." Belle rolled her eyes at that. "Rum, darling, I haven't been a princess for three whole months. I've just been yours." she emphasized the word, and he let out a low laugh.
"Either way.. I'm the lucky one, sweetheart." Rumpelstiltskin told her, and her heart warmed at the endearment. Two days ago, she'd have killed to be Rumpelstiltskin's sweetheart. and now here they were… No blood involved.
Belle smiled again, and nuzzled deeper into his chest. She wanted to be closer still. "We're both lucky." she smiled happily at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "What's wrong?" he asked, worried. Belle chuckled, but a sob escaped her and it came out chokingly.
"I'm just so happy." She promised quietly. "Rumpel, I couldn't bear to think that all I was was your maid, your son's caretaker. And now I know I was wrong, and I-" she cut off, sighing. "You've never been my son's caretaker, darling Belle." Rumpel told her, kissing her on the corner of her mouth. "Ever since day one, I thought you two were awfully close." he explained, kissing her chin. "You're his mama." he breathed.
"Yes." Belle whispered back, and tangled her hand in his hair to keep him in place as she kissed him again. "And to you, sir? What am I?" Belle couldn't resist asking. "Everything." Rumpel punctuated the word with another kiss, leaning on his elbow to look at her. Belle chuckled, and shook her head. "A proper word, please?" she begged. She needed to know.
"My true love, my future bride, my everything." Rumpelstiltskin whispered against her lips, kissing her again. Belle sighed against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him to her. "I love you," she breathed. "Marry me." she begged. "Marry me right now,"
"Aren't I supposed to be the one coercing you into marriage?" Rumpelstiltskin chuckled, pulling her closer to his chest. "C'est la vie, Rumpel. It's life, and you're my life, and I want to marry you." she rambled. Rumpelstiltskin touched his fingers to her lips, and she shushed, giggling a little. "I want to marry you, too." he whispered. "And we'll be married soon. I just want a chance to ask you." he said teasingly.
"You should get a move on, then," Belle nudged him teasingly. "Patience, woman. We just found out our feelings were mutual." he teased again.
Belle giggled, and leaned in for another kiss as she smiled. "I love you," she sighed against his mouth. "I love you too, dearest." Rumpelstiltskin whispered back. Belle fell back against the bed, bringing him down with her. She smiled invitingly, and he had to kiss her again.
Belle's hands twined into his hair, carding her fingers through it. He groaned, kissing her slowly, trailing the kisses down her chin to her neck. He sucked her skin into his mouth, giving her a hot open-mouthed kiss that caused her toes to curl and her to yank at his hair.
Belle arched into his touch, her own unexperienced touches unsure, but she was slowly starting to think that Rumpelstiltskin rather liked it whenever she touched him, wherever she touched him. Belle had a passing thought of wishing she'd let Gaston touch her like this, so that she'd know how to please Rumpel, but she shook that thought away. Rumpelstiltskin was the only one she wanted to touch her - ever.
Belle let out a little mewl of surprise as she felt something hard against her belly. "Rumpel?" she whispered questioningly, looking into his amber eyes trustingly. "Umm…. I should- I should go…" Rumpelstiltskin blushed darkly, the red at odds with his grey-green skin.
But Belle, the little vixen she was, shook her head firmly. "No, please. How am I to know you if you hide from me, Rumpel?" she whispered, touching his face. Rumpelstiltskin's blush darkened, but he didn't pull away this time. "You're far too brave for your own good, my Belle." was all he said. She giggled.
"I'm only brave because of you, Rum." Belle told him firmly, wrapping his arms back round her waist and putting her own around his neck. She pulled him closer, until he was sure that he was going to explode from the contact. "With you, I have no fear." She whispered.
"You have no need to be fearful around me, my love." Rumpelstiltskin told her, caressing her face tenderly. "You're safe with me." he whispered. Belle smiled brilliantly, her blue eyes filled with unshed tears. "I know." she told him with another wobbly smile.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want." Rumpel said nervously as he rolled them over, so she was straddling him. "And if I want this?" Belle whispered, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "If I want you?"
"You deserve anything you want." Rumpelstiltskin traced her cheek. She practically purred, nuzzling into the embrace. "I want to know what it is to be held by you, Rumpel." She told him shakily, the pleasure of his embrace almost tipping her over already. "You're my True Love and I want you." She murmured.
Rumpelstiltskin smiled, a true smile, however hesitant it was. "You don't have to beg, darling…. I'll give you whatever your heart desires." he whispered, squeezing the top of her leg tentatively, as if still afraid she'd push him away.
She didn't, of course she didn't. Belle arched into his touch, shamelessly bringing his attention to her breasts. He groaned, nuzzling his head into the crevice between them. "I love you," he admitted for what felt the hundredth time.
Belle didn't care, she'd never get used to hearing it. This magical man, this incredible person… loved her. Her! "I love you too." she purred, the pleasure of his touch already bringing her closer to the climax she was waiting for.
He squeezed then, just a little pressure against her breast, and she fell apart in his arms. She crashed onto his chest, and he simply held her, sighing with amazed wonder. This woman craved his touch, as unbelievable as that was, and he would be damned if he left her wanting.
"Is there more?" Belle whispered in shock as he began to run his hands up her sides. "I don't see how it gets better," she said, batting her eyelashes innocently.
Rumpelstiltskin groaned, pulling her closer to his heart as he cradled her. "I love you, Belle." he murmured, and with his arms still round her, their clothes disappeared, him having used a hint of magic.
"Oh," Belle whispered, feeling his hardness press against her. "I'm beginning to feel just how much," she giggled a little, perhaps nervously, but Rumpelstiltskin was almost dead from the pleasure she was giving him as she rocked slowly back and forth.
"Belle, luv, stop." Rumpelstiltskin croaked out, and she halted immediately. "Did I do it wrong?" she asked shyly, rolling off of him in embarrassment. "Not at all," Rumpelstiltskin rolled over to his side, pressing a hand into her cheek to comfort her. "You're doing far too well… If you kept it up, luv, we'd be over before we began." he admitted.
She blushed, and leaned into his touch. "I just want to make it good for you," she told him. "So that you won't want anyone else by the time I'm done with you." she said saucily, winking. Rumpelstiltskin rolled his eyes, taking one of her legs and pulling her to him, letting her drape the leg over his.
"I couldn't ever want anyone but you, dearest." he told her gently. And they spent the rest of the night like this, with her clutching him until she turned boneless, his control finally snapping once he'd had her. He held her tight to him, kissing her everywhere as they coupled endlessly.