A/N: Terrible news, friends. I forgot the number of orders for a fluffy lemon topped with yummerific smut and ended up making too much! Hope you all can save room for seconds! ; )
By all means, please have a pack of cigarettes handy for all you lovely smokers.

"Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again"

The Cure - "Lovesong"

Belle, unsure of what to do- unsure of what Rumpelstiltskin wanted her do to- let him lead her through the intricate dance. She knew she couldn't give him much, for she had nothing to truly give, except her heart and body. All she wanted was one night. One night with Rumpelstiltskin.

The Dark One could feel Belle's trepidation, slowling his pace. The firelight flickered and cast beautiful shadows against Belle's body. He wanted to see her- all of her. He wanted to see if she was as beautiful as he'd imagined. He lifted himself from her body, eliciting a small whimper of loss from Belle. Rumpelstiltskin kissed her softly as he gently pulled her body upwards towards him. They sat, face to face. Belle brought her hands to Rumpelstiltskin's cheek, stroking as he kissed him.

He moved his hands to her thighs, feeling her body tremble, her skin forming goosebumps as he placed his fingers underneath the hem of her nightgown. Her heart raced in anticipation as he slowly ran his hands up her thighs, his thumbs teasing the edge of her gown ever so slowly, moving it up.

She bucked against him, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin against hers.

"All in good time, dearie," Rumpelstiltskin whispered in her ear, smiling in pleasure when he heard a small moan from her mouth.

He moved to the floor, kneeling in front of Belle, gently kissing her legs, running his nails gently agianst the skin of her thighs.

Belle leaned back down on the bed, focusing on controlling her breathing. Rumpelstiltskin's kisses became gentle nips, causing her entire body to flood with pleasure.

His hands hooked into her undergarments as he brought them down, flinging them away.

Spreading her legs, he moved his hands to stroke her thighs, looking up at Belle's face. Her eyes were closed tightly, her chest risung up and down with deep breaths. She had put a hand on his neck, stroking it.

Rumpelstiltskin smiled as he moved to kiss her inner thighs, his tongue swirling patterns against her skin. Belle's body shuddered as she began to moan. The Dark One chuckled darkly, pleased with how responsive his Belle was.

His fingers danced against her skin slowly, moving upwards towards her core. Belle gasped loudly, the sudden unfamiliar sensation feeding a dark and primal urge inside her.

His fingers danced over her mound, her body spasming in anticipation for the unknown.

"Please," Belle whispered, all thoughts of pride and restraint leaving her as she begged.

Rumpelstiltskin parted her lips, his index finger stroking her wet and swollen nub, causing Belle to gasp. He kept his eyes on her, his hands focused on giving Belle the sweetest release he could give to her.

He switched his index finger with his thumb, alternating pressures from firmness to the barest of strokes as he entered her with his index finger. It was his turn to gasp as he felt the tightness of her walls, imagining himself buried deep in Belle, alone together.

Rumpelstiltskin groaned darkly as he felt Belle tighten against his finger, his member uncomfortably tight against his breeches. Belle's hands fisted into Rumpelstiltskin's hair, urging him on to feed her dark hunger.

Her hips rocked into his hand, feeling desperate. Her breathing became irregular, shallow gasps and moans filling the room and echoing off the stone walls.

Her body lurched upwards, shaking as she felt a strong release of pleasure and excitement flood through her body.

"Rumpelstiltskin!" Belle screamed, her hands now fisting the silk covers, her body writhing in pleasure.

He felt her orgasm reach its peak, his own head leaned back at the feel of her pleasure.

He removed his hand slowly, the whimper from Belle reaching him to his core.

He had sated her hunger for the moment. His hunger and desire had become consuming, but he wanted this experience to be perfect for his lovely, brave Belle.

Her breathing was still heavy, soft moans punctuating between breaths. Rumpelstiltskin gently held her hands, pulling her body upwards towards him. He kissed her softly, still holding her hands. He helped her stand up, his hands moving down to her waist.

"I want to see you," he whispered harshly, a thick lump in his throat.

Belle looked at him, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Trust me," he implored, lifting her gown over her head, dropping it to the floor.

Rumpelstiltskin gasped at the sight. She was more beautiful then he had ever imagined. He picked Belle up, her legs still shaky from her orgasm and placed her gently on the bed. He moved to take off his shirt when he felt her hand stop him.

"Let me," she said softly, slightly taken aback by her request. The Dark One smiled at her as she lifted his shirt over his head. The firelight of the room made his skin seem to shine, the golden tone of it becoming darker as the flames licked hungrily in the fireplace behind him. She kneeled in front of him, her legs still shaky from finding a release she'd never though possible.

She gently ran her fingers over his torso, her eyes never leaving his face. Rumpelstiltskin put a hand in Belle's hair, stroking it, the feel of it more beautiful and sensual than spun gold.

She placed her lips over his heart, kissing his chest, the beating against her lips. The sensation of her breasts against his skin warmed him to the very depths of his dark soul.

She moved her lips down his torso, her tongue flicking across his chest. She laughed quietly when she heard him gasp.

Belle flicked her tongue down to his abdomen, kissing and gently nibbling his skin while her hands worked on the ties of his breeches.

Within moments, she had them undone and he had stripped himself free.

Her eyes locked to his engorged member. Her bravado had suddenly faded, fearful of the potential of pain.

"Will it hurt?" she asked softly, her eyes looking down at the floor.

Rumpelstiltskin kneeled on the bed, taking her face in his hands.

"Only for a moment, Belle," he choked out. Unintentionally, Belle had began to feed him her desire. His own heart was racing in tandem with hers as he gently pushed her down on the bed. He planned to draw this out as long as possible. If this was to be his one night with this creature of light, he was going to make the most of it.

He was between her legs, kissing her with a deep, insatiable hunger. All thoughts of potential pain left Belle as she gave herself over to the feel of The Dark One's lips against hers. His hands wandered to cup her breasts, causing Belle to moan deliciously against his mouth.

Rumpelstiltskin chuckled with satisfaction as he moved his lips to one breast, his hand cupping and teasing the soft, taut flesh.

Belle felt herself nearly coming undone with the dark pleasure coursing through her.

He grazed his teeth against the taut peak of her breast, enjoying the sounds of Belle moaning and loving every moment of this.

Her hands went to his shoulders, drawing him back up to her. She kissed him deeply, losing control of her ability at this time, passion and desire igniting them both.

He alternated between her breasts, her moans becoming louder and more desperate before he couldn't bear the waiting anymore.

Rumpelstiltskin placed himself at her entrance, termbling with desperate yearning. He looked at Belle, silent praying to the Gods that she would let him enter her and not be afraid.

She smiled soflty, cupping his face in her hands, kissing him.

"There's no going back after this, Belle," he whispered hoarsely.

"I know," Belle replied, bracing herself for what was to come.

"If it hurts, tell me to stop," Rumpelstiltskin said firmly, his eyes locked on hers. Belle took a deep breath and nodded.

He entered her quickly, not able to hold himself back from his need anymore. He felt her barrier break and Belle gasped sharply as tears formed in her eyes, her nails digging in his back.

He used every ounce of self-restraint possible, allowing her to become adjusted to him. They both trembled with the intentsity of the sensation.

Belle became to move her hips after a few moments, feeling a burning need for him to join her.

His movements started slowly, torturously. Belle moaned, feeling pleasure course through her body as Rumpelstiltskin moved deep within her, his hands roaming her breasts, stroking her hips.

Rumpelstiltskin had never in his life felt as much pleasure or fulfillment, until this moment. Belle stroked his face lovingly, asking nothing from him yet taking everything he had to give.

His movement increased as Belle's moans became louder, feeding his desire and lust.

Belle had lost her self-control as her power broke through her barriers, feeding the Dark One her feelings and taking from him as well. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping as she felt him enter deeper into her.

Rumpelstiltskin wanted Belle to find her release first- wanted to feel her walls tighten around him and drive him insane.

Suddenly, without warning, Belle tilted her head back and screamed his name, her orgasm more powerful with Rumpelstiltskin so deep inside her.

His tempo increased, having felt her release and wanting her to feel his. He moved his hands to her face, stroking her flushed cheeks as he kissed her. Belle held him tightly to her, her lips biting and sucking his own.

He felt his orgasm building and with one final, deep thrust, spilled his seed inside of her, filling her with his darkness.

They held each other, their skins covered with a thin sheen of sweat, both feeling more alive than they ever had before.

Rumpelstiltskin kissed her softly, withdrawing himself from her, causing Belle to have another orgasm at the sensation and feel.

She could hear her heartbeat in her in. She could feel Rumpelstiltskin's peace and satisfaction.

Rumpelstiltskin rolled over, his back leaning against the headboard as he took Belle into his arms. Belle placed her head over his heart, stroking his arm as she fell asleep.

Rumpelstiltskin, although exhausted, found sleep difficult.

This was the last thing he'd ever expected but the thing he had wanted the most. The emptiness of his soul had vanished, feeling whole again for the first time in ages.

He looked down at Belle's sleeping form, an eyebrow raised in confusion as he saw a silver glow emenate from her. He gently stroked her hair, the glow coming off her warming him.

She truly was a creature of the light, he thought to himself. The silver glow snaked up his hand, wrapping itself around it before disappearing.

He smiled sadly, knowing what had happened. The light couldn't dwell where only darkness existed.

Still, he held Belle tighter to him, smiling when he heard her whisper his name in her sleep.

He'd had his night of being whole. He'd had his night- his chance to be within the light, he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.