Chapter Two: A Refined Man who gets what he wants

Summary: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I wrote this sometime back, but forgot to edit it and post... yikes! Sorry again. Anyway, do enjoy and things will be different in this story compared to what is happening on ONCE so bear with me, luvs. :)

Storybrooke

Gold needed to see her. He needed to see her now. His True Love had been near him for twenty-eight years and now he was gonna get her back. He wanted to prove to her that she was not the town harlot. She was much more than that ridiculous title. His Belle was beauty, she was kind, pure, innocent, funny, and above all...simply wonderful. He loved her smile, her cute little laugh and the way her nose crinkled while she laughed.

Now, her smile was different. Lacey had a sadistic smile, it was never real. Her nature was moreso flirtacious with any man who walked by her. She wore short skirts, tight blouses, and bras that would lift her breasts to the extreme. As if anyone could look at it besides Rumplestiltskin himself.

No, he has never seen her without clothing, nor did he ever take the pleasure to sleep with her. He had a fear though that her reputation preceded her. Other men may have seen her fully unclothed. Gold didn't like that one bit.

He gathered up his courage to get out of the den he called a pawn shop to go on and see her. He was tempted to gloat to Regina later and to emphasize that he may remember, or that his favorite word, 'please' had a magical effect here in the magic-less land. Right now, though, he wanted to see his Belle.

He adjusted his tie as he got to the front of the library. He had hoped it was open and that she was just inside. He touched the knob slowly and turned it anxiously.

Enchanted Forest

Belle awoke the next morning, finding herself on a layout couch. She furrowed her brows, trying to remember how she came to lie there. She then broke out into a beautiful grin. Oh yes, Rumple brought her here last night. The Dark One actually took Belle in. He answered her prayers. He had saved her life last night. Belle was very thankful and grateful he did for now, she may stay here again with him...she was home. Home sweet home.

Belle sat up and glanced at her clothing. She still fashioned her adventure gear. She touched a ripped part of the fabric and sighed. She needed to get changed. Her blue dress was back at the inn she stayed at just above the pub. She had nothing to wear but what she had worn for days.

Just on cue, she heard the doors swing open and the sound of boots softly grazing the cold-tiled floor. She beamed brightly when she saw Rumplestiltskin make his way over to her.

"And how did you sleep, dearie?" Rumple questioned her.

Belle blushed lightly and then looked up to her True Love.

"I slept fine. You really know how to put one to sleep" Belle jested.

Rumple rose a brow, his mind taking what she said to the extremity. Belle blushed harder after she realized what she had said.

"Well, with magic you can do anything, so yes I had a great night's sleep. I haven't had the greatest in a long time." Belle added to break the awkwardness.

Rumple just smiled lightly and that was a good sign to Belle. She loved seeing his smile and never had thought that she'd ever see it again.

"That is very pleasant to hear, dearie." Rumple simply answered with a flick of his wrist.

Belle giggled lightly at his simple little hand gestures. They always had her amused. Rumple stared at her article of clothing and eyed a certain spot where it busted her creamy breasts. He blinked and looked to the floor.

"So, uhm...I bet you would love a new outfit." Rumple stated as he sat on the edge of the table.

Belle nodded eagerly. "Oh yes, I would like that very much"

Rumple chuckled in his giddy way at her eagerness. "And for me to draw you a bath?"

Belle stood up, stretching . She then yawned with a nod. "I would love that, thank you."

Rumple rubbed his hands together with a grin. "Great. I shall draw the bath and then try to conjure an outfit for your liking."

Belle gave a curt nod and then started walking to the bathroom. Rumple waved a hand to turn on the faucet of the bath so it would be full by the time Belle reached there.

Rumple watched as she left the room though with a soft sigh. He nearly melted on the spot from her prior prescence. He could still smell her incredible scent, for it wafted in the room. He felt warm inside when she was here at his home. Well, not just his home...their home.

He snapped out of his reverie and fixed his leaning composure. He still had work to do, deals to make. A certain maid would be in distress, and by that time, he would get the wand. That wand was the Fairy Godmother's wand. Sure, he enchanted a protection spell on the Dark Castle so Belle would be safe while he left to make deals, but for some reason, he didn't want to leave her alone now. In fact, he wanted her to go with him, like she used to when they went to town to get straw together. Besides, maybe The Queen found a way to disenchant the protection spell...he only felt Belle was safe with him.

Just as he was about to forget, he gathered himself to make Belle an outfit. He heard the faucet turn off, therefore, Belle was finished bathing. Rumple quickly tried to conjure up something- anything! She needed clothes. Rumple then had a great spark in his eerie orbs. He eyed the spinning wheel he so treasured and touched the wooden rim. He spun it so swiftly, yet carefully. He then made golden fabric, one of the purest gold. Rumple smiled, loving the feel of it, so Belle would love it too. He rose the fabric high and flapped it to the ground as magic swirled around it. As it descended, it formed into a simple, but beautiful golden dress. The dress had nice patterns of some red that matched his own red dragon- skinned jacket, and a body of gold with a little puff to the short sleeves just as her blue dress, which he had adored. He also prepared a lovely scarlet cape for her, with light brown fur around the hood and underneath the cape.

Rumple heard soft footsteps and quickly turned. He gaped with eyes widened when he saw her...just in a towel. She grasped it lightly against herself and smiled innocently as if nothing was wrong with the picture. His lower lip trembled and his throat dried. He was so, so tempted to pin her to a wall right noe and kiss her passionately. He knew ,though, if he kissed her, his Curse would break. Oh, but he wanted to feel those soft lips upon his again. Maybe, just one chaste kiss...

"So, am I right in guessing that you are still conjuring up something?" Belle spoke up with a blush on her fair cheeks and a modest smile.

Rumple tried to find his words, he could only blubber or mutter something incoherent. Belle tilted her head, trying to understand. She then just shrugged and sauntered over to him, closer and closer. Rumple gulped as her prescence was very near. Belle peeked over his shoulder to see that he did get something prepared. She gaped and walked around him. He was so close to grabbing her by the hair and sniff it without end.

"Oh my. Rumple, this, this is so beautiful!" Belle gushed as she held the dress up.

Rumple faced her with a grand grin on his face. At the moment he forgot all about the lack of clothing she had on and just stared at her amazed expression. He loved to see her in a joyous state.

"Clearly, dearie...not as beautiful as you" Rumple mustered finally.

Belle glanced at Rumple in surprise when he said that. She looked at him as if he grew five legs. Rumple didn't know if that was good or not. His fingers twitched and he tilted his head.

"Was that offensive, dearie? Surely i-" Rumple's voice was cut off by a soft kiss on his cheek.

Belle leant back and looked into his puzzled, yet shocked eyes.

"Thank you." Belle spoke lightly with love in her angelic voice.

Belle then walked off to what seemed another room so that she could change into the dress. Rumple seemed as if he were glued to the spot. His heart raced now, and he was breathless from what just happened. He touched his cheek with a crooked grin. He would have to return that favor, well what he called a favor. Bringing Belle back into their home was the best thing he ever did.

Storybrooke

Lacey French glanced up at the door to see again. She rose a brown brow in curiousity.

" Gold...what brings you here?" Lacey spoke with a spice to her voice.

Lacey's outfit and look didn't help at the moment. She fashioned a yellow, tight dress only reaching to her thighs, with black see-through tights, and black stilletos. Her brown curls were up with a black hairband. Her rosy lips were now covered in scarlet lipstick.

Gold was dumbfonded by her appearance, not like she hadn't been beautiful beforehand, it's just...so much skin. It wasn't like he was being modest either, he was just trying so hard not to jump her bones right now.

"Well, I...wanted to say that I apologise for walking out on you last night. I do hope I didn't upset you" Gold finally responded smoothly.

Lacey eyed his stance and the way he stared at her intently instead of shying away like he used to. He seemed...confident now for some reason.

"No, it's quite alright. I-I wasn't upset at all", Lacey countered.

Lacey now felt like the modest one, just by the way Gold was staring at her right now. He had a regal sense to him now that she never saw.

Gold smiled his thin-lipped thin as he observed that she still had her tiny stammering habit even if she was Lacey French. His Belle was still in there, evidently. He wanted to pull her out. So far, it was working. He eyed her so precisely, had no stagger in his movements. He wasn't shy, not this time. This was his Belle. This was his one True Love and he wasn't about to give up on her for the world.

Gold ventured forward near the front desk, taking his time to let his eyes roam her for a moment. Lacey noticed this as her breath quickened. had always this handsome air about him. His eyes were what attracted her the most. He had these sincere eyes with a mystique in them and she couldn't look away from him.

"About what you said last night, how you wanted to do something for me-" Gold started, but Lacey interrupts.

"Oh, it's alright, I was just still mortified. I mean if you feel uncomfortable..."

Gold arched a brow, trying to catch what she meant. He then had chills from what she might of meant. Did she want sex with him? He wanted to accept, it was the love of his life, but he couldn't take advantage of her, without her knowing everything and remembering their past. Gold simply shook his head and dismissed that thought with his hand.

"No...I was thinking if you would like to have dinner with me. A favor for both of us." He gave a light smile.

Lacey blushed lightly and bit her lip. Oh crap, why did she say that?

"Right. Right, dinner, sounds great." Lacey cleared her throat subtly.

Gold gave a curt nod and placed his hand on her hand which was resting om the desk. Lacey quivered at the feel of his hand over hers as her blue eyes traveled to his brown eyes.

"How does 7:30 sound?"Gold requested.

Lacey felt as if she were frozen on the spot. She then answered surely, "Sounds fine to me"

Gold gave her hand a small squeeze. "Great. I shall pick you up then" With that, Gold slipped his hand away from hers and hobbled out of the library with a satisfied smirk on his lips.

Lacey watched him breathlessly. My, oh my, how did a man like that gain so much charisma in 24 hours?

Whewwww Lacey is loving the Dark One...well of course she prefers the Dark Side to him. Could there possibly more to that? DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNN well please Review loves, I would love some inspiration. And Happy Mother's Day! -cubanagurl