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Warning: This has a tad bit of smut.

"Pre Emma AU Lacey was always a part of storybrooke and they hated each other but could never seem to stay away"

"He claims to be a monster, but I don't see anything worth being scared of."

"She's just a wench with an alcohol problem."

Their hate had always been mutual, ever since the first time they met. He'd needed to enter the grimy Rabbit Hole to demand his rent from the bumbling barkeep, only to have his sights drawn to the scantily clad wench playing pool.

She was surrounded by men, men that brought her drinks, men that shot her wolfish grins and wanted nothing more than a single wink from Lacey. Lacey The word was poison on his tongue. He hated every single fiber of her. How dare she be so carefree in this town. How dare she be so independent.

He hated her, and yet they always seemed to be drawn towards each other. Whether it be bumping into each other on the street or instances like their first meeting.

She was the one to approach him the first time. "Mr. Gold," she drawled, a grin on her face. His gaze shifted to her twinkling blue eyes, the playfulness in them making him want to throw her out of his way. "What's a guy like you doing in my territory?" she purred, raising an eyebrow.

"Your territory?" he gave a laugh. "Oh no, I own everything in this town Miss French," he spat between gritted teeth. What was it about her that made him so furious?

She rolled her eyes, leaning in closer with a little flicker in her eyes. "Does that mean you own me too?" she asked in a "come-hither" tone , smirking.

He gave a disguted snarl at that, turning and briskly exiting the musky bar.

Even so, as he furiously relieved himself in the shower that night as any lonely man would, he couldn't even find that state of euphoria. Each time he neared, he saw her, laughing at him.

He slammed his fist against the shower wall, giving a snarl. Lacey. A curse on his tongue.

The days went on and she always found him. Sometimes she'd decide to enter his shop, pretending to want to purchase something even though he knew she had little money to spend. Her words resumed cutting into his libido, her expressions resumed making him hate her all the more.

She hated him too. He'd overheard her speaking of him in the booth behind him at Granny's one evening. He assumed this evening would simply make their mutual hate evident to the world, and yet...

"He claims to be a monster, but I don't see anything worth being scared of." she scoffed.

Miss Lucas gave a giggle at that. Of course the town wenches would befriend each other. "I bet you'd like to get into his pants, huh? He's pretty sexy, y'know."

It took Gold every fiber of his being not to vomit at the thought.

"Huh, maybe he is, but that personality is just revolting," he could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

He left after that, not even meeting Lacey's surprised gaze, not even seeing Madame Mayor, who stood in his way at the door. "Mr. Gold, I didn't realize you were here, I would've bought you a drink," she said with utmost falseness. "Or perhaps I would have been better to buy our dear Lacey one instead?"

She knew. She knew and she intended to use it to taunt him. Gold hated everyone in this town. Perhaps not Henry, the lad was too good, but everyone else deserved nothing from him.

"And why, pray tell, should I care? She's just a wench with an alcohol problem," he spat. "Good day, Mayor Mills."

He left, not noticing the wavering in Lacey's confidence, the irritation in her eyes.

He retreated to his pawnshop, slamming the door behind him and heading to his counter.

He jumped as another slam followed. "You think you can dictate who I am without even knowing me? "

He spun, surprised to see the stout little barfly right before him. He could smell the stale smoke on her from the bar, coated with a vanilla perfume.

"Yes, I can," he shot back, his tone filled with venom. "It's quite obvious that I hate you, Lacey," he spat.

She gave a sharp laugh, shaking her head. "And it's quite obvious..." she started, mocking his brogue, "that I hate you."

He didn't understand why they had moved in after declaring their hate. He didn't understand why his arms had tugged her closer to him. He didn't understand why their mouths met with the utmost ferocity and passion.

But they did. She mewled under his mouth, her hands grabbing at the lapels of his suit and dragging him into the back of his shop.

"I can't do anything because of you," he hissed. "I can't sleep, I can't even concentrate during the day."

She said nothing, only smirking as she released him from her grip, strolling ahead of him. In mere seconds her tiny dress was pooled at her feet, baring her black thong and bra to him.

Lacy thong and bra, of course. He came up upon her in seconds, turning her around and pressing his mouth back to hers, groaning as her sly little tongue found its way into his mouth.

"Home," he grunted as he pulled away.

"Feels like you need me now, Mr. Gold," she murmured darkly, pressing herself against his erection.

"Home," he repeated. Being here was risky. If Regina...

"Fine, fine, we'll have our little passion filled fuck in your bed, just lemme help you out first, bastard," the words made him groan, his eyes slamming shut as she gripped him through his pants.

"Always knew you were hiding something good down there..." she muttered, deftly undoing his belt and yanking his pants and briefs down in one tug, giving a pleased little purr at the sight of him, standing at attention.

His eyes slammed shut as her mouth found his member, going beyond anything he could ever hope to achieve alone.

The thing she did with her tongue, the surprising amount of him that she could suckle onto, it had him spent within seconds.

He released himself into that coy little mouth, gripping onto his desk. "Lacey,"

Her name was a prayer on his tongue.

"Emma, what a lovely name."

In came back to him in a flash, his live. Rumplestiltskin. Baelfire. Belle.

She was alive. She was in his bed that very moment, waiting for him to return. Perhaps as Lacey, but she was his. He left the dingy inn, tears in his eyes.

"Belle..." he breathed, looking upwards.

Heaven on his tongue.

So...Never really attempted any kinds of smut before. I hope I did well!

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