Nightfall, in thrall

I call her beauty to me

Her ebon lidded eyes

Excite shadows to wander through me

Her kiss, glittered with sleep

Is a thief come after dark

To steal away the leaden wreaths

From my cemetery heart

*Cradle Of Filth – Prey

Authors note; Smutty filthy smut finally ensues. Hopefully it's good. Either that or it should be entered in the "Bad Sex In Fiction Awards 2014".

Belle blinked as the purple haze clouding her vision dissipated. She had never been in his bedchambers before; this and his workrooms were his private domain, such were the kitchens and her bedchambers to her. His chambers were softly lit with candles. It was as she had imagined, but the bed was bigger and there were no mirrors. Perhaps another bonus to the Dark One's curse was the ability to look good innately without checking one's reflection in the mirror. His chambers were decorated tastefully. She knew he was a man of taste but had imagined he would want to surround himself with the fruits of his deals. There were no extraneous objects. Everything appeared to have a use. She found her feet while the magic swirled away, and Rumple let her go. He walked to a locked cupboard which opened at a twist of his hand. He reached in and withdrew a small stoppered bottle encasing a sparkling red liquid. He turned to meet Belle's steady gaze, now fixed on him with open desire. "This, Dearie, was one of my earlier experiments. I created it as I held hope in the early days that I could find love again, that Bae would have a mother and I could have a family. The reputation I carefully crafted around myself made that hope redundant, until now. This will negate the effects of true love's kiss. The curse will remain unbroken." Rumple removed the stopper and drank the contents of the bottle down. His skin showing at the top of his unbuttoned shirt shimmered in the candlelight as he moved, and Belle's desire to know whether all of him glittered in that way was rekindled. She closed the distance between them, and kissed him. Rumple hesitated at first but as the curse held he deepened the kiss, cupping her face between his hands. Belle slid her hands around the back of his neck and tangled her fingers in the soft hair. He moaned at her touch, it had been so long since he had felt this tenderness from a woman, if he ever really had.

He snaked his hands down to her chest, to savour the porcelain skin beneath his fingertips, and his desire, already evident, began to strain against his pants. He rubbed against her, and Belle caught his hands. Moving them towards her bodice he understood what she wanted and began to loosen the ties. As her dress fell away from her he stepped back, and his breath hitched in his throat. Rumple moved his attention towards her skirts, to touch all of her skin. His beauty, bared to him, was a Goddess in his eyes. Rumplestiltskin trailed kisses down her neck; lips that once spat venomous words now dedicated to the worship of this Aphrodite incarnate.

He followed her skirts down to the floor and knelt in front of her. Holding her close he circled kisses around her belly and looked up at her flushed face. He bent his face forward and ran his tongue down towards her core between her legs, desperate for a taste of her. He'd fantasised about this so often. Belle moaned at his ministrations and held him close, twining her fingers into his soft curls. She felt an intense heat growing inside her that felt like

It would burst from her. Rumplestiltskin was amazed at how wet she was for him as he plundered his own personal heaven. She tasted divine and her scent was intoxicating. Slowly, he raised his kisses back upwards, enjoying how she mewled at the loss of his touch. "You're beautiful" he breathed as he stood up to face her again. Nuzzling her neck he whispered "I love you Belle". Belle caught his face between her hands and held it steady as she said the words he knew he didn't deserve to hear. "I love you too Rumple".

She slowly let her hands fall from his face, and staring into his eyes tugged at his shirt, loosening it from his pants and easing it back off his shoulders and down his arms. His sinewy, lean body glistened. Shuddering with pleasure, Rumple ran his fingers over her breasts. Her nipples hardened at his expert touch and aching for more she guided him towards the bed, working on the laces of his pants. Rumple let himself be pushed back on the bed. Belle lay beside him, and the dreams he'd had of her delicate fingers stroking his hard cock became a reality. "If you carry on with that I'm not going to be able to control myself" he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. "Well maybe that's what I'm hoping for, Rumple. You've kept me waiting long enough" Belle teased. Running his hands down her smooth skin he softly slipped his hands between her thighs. His Belle was so wet for him, only for him, and desire pounded in his head. She gasped as he slowly slid a finger inside her and rubbed his thumb against her clit. He slid another finger in her and curled them. The tension building inside her reached a crescendo and she came, turning to jelly in his arms. As the stars swimming in her vision cleared, the Dark One licked his fingers, and then kissed her. She could taste herself on him, and mixed with the scent of his body this was an intoxicating mix.

"Rumple..." Belle pleaded. Understanding what she wanted, and transfixed by the lust in her eyes he moved in between her legs and slowly pushed into her. She was so tight around him as he buried himself in her and hit that spot that made her scream his name whilst she convulsed around him that his control fled, and he joined her in ecstasy.

Belle relaxed and stretched. This time it was no illusion. She was in the Dark One's bedchambers. She had appeased her beast, and smiled as dawn broke. Opening her eyes to meet the gaze of her Rumple, there was no time for her to articulate to him the mist that was sweeping through the grounds, enveloping the castle and pouring into the bedchambers through the balcony behind him.

Ms Mills, the town mayor, blinked as her alarm clock shrieked the ungodly hour that she was accustomed to waking up to. Blindly sweeping the contents of her bedside table in search of the off button for the offending noise, she became aware of a niggling thought at the back of her mind. Opening her eyes and finding that damn off button, she silenced the noise and paused to concentrate. What is bothering me this early in the morning she wondered. A bad dream perhaps? No, it was more than that. Sitting up and yawning widely she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Washing her face, she glanced up at the mirror to see her reflection. The memories came flooding back, nearly flooring her in their intensity. Steadying herself against the wall, the Evil Queen laughed as both her real memories and curse identity merged. She had done it