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"Very good, dearie. Very good." Rumplestiltskin praised her, correcting her posture at the same time. "Your spell is strong, but you must be better positioned. If your fire ball hits the wall, it doesn't matter how powerful it was." She nodded, straightening her arm as she continued to fuel the fire growing inside her palm.

"How am I to practice aim? You are the only one here." He circled her, nodding.

"Yes, and you won't try attacking me again, will you?" There was a clear threat there, but she was beginning to understand his teaching style. He tended to provoke her, forcing her to go after him. Much as she revered him, she was not willing to allow him to toy with her pride.

"Of course not. Why provoke the Dark One? I value my life too much." She jumped slightly as he pushed gently on her lower back. A huge ball of fire shot out of her hand, exploding her little table.

"You're slouching." He said it in such a tone that she wasn't sure whether it was mocking or apologetic. With him, it was often hard to tell. "Why don't you come with me before you burn down your whole room?" Without waiting for response, he wrapped his arms around her chest, pulling her close to him as they vanished in a puff of smoke.

They reappeared in a dark hallway, the walls made of a pearly stone, two candles just barely lighting the huge entrance. Their flickering made it difficult to see. Each step echoed off the walls, a thump from his shoes and a click from her heels. They walked silently, his arm wrapped around her, holding her tight. A harsh shiver ran through her body.

"My dear, I believe you need to change out of your royal garb." He released her, moving his hand slowly through the air beside her body. As his hand glided beside her, it changed her deep purple satin gown into a comfy white shirt, coarse fur coat, and tight leather pants. Her stiletto heels had been switched for soft leather boots. She felt certain that the pants were for selfish reasons, but the coat was for her sakes, allowing her to warm up. She nodded appreciatively, wrapping it tight around her.

"Thank you." She set off on her own, knowing he would be close behind, and entered a dining hall that was adjacent to it. It had a long wooden table, and lining the walls were marble columns with treasures hanging of them. She walked around, fingers trailing over the items as she passed. There was a grotesque pair of puppets on one, with a golden chalice resting beside it. She took a brief pause when she saw a single hand, the left one, set on a pedestal beside the others. It was strange, but with him, it didn't surprise her. They were all his treasures. Moving on, she saw a glass case with 3 multicolored wands placed carefully inside. She reached for a blue one that had a tip of pure dark amethyst.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to touch other people's things without asking?" She turned, to find that he was standing directly behind her. She smirked, running a finger down his cheek.

"Didn't you teach me I should take what I want?" He scowled, plucking the wand from with the case.

"Not. Here." He pointed it at her, and she flinched slightly. "This is my castle. My rules. You will not touch my things unless I give you permission. My treasures are dangerous." He waved the wand, bright yellow sparks shooting out of it. "Wouldn't want you to blow off your pretty little head, now would we, dearie?" She shook her head, humbled slightly, but still not ready to give up.

"My dear Rumple. Is your body your possession?" He watched her uncertainly, wary that it would be a trap as many women had tried to do.

"It is." She grinned, bowing her head.

"May I have permission?" He saw where she was going with it immediately, slightly concerned as to whether or not to allow her. It had been so very long since a woman had concerned herself with him, but from his last experience, he had learned not to trust women. Milah had used him, leaving him and their son when it had best suited her. And due to her betrayal, he had lost Baelfire. He could not allow that to happen again. But as he gazed at the woman before him, he saw a certain honesty in her that he felt that he could believe in. His resolve broke when she bit her lip, a soft pout covering her features.

"Granted." She placed her hands on his chest, allowing them to move down and explore his form, a curious innocence spread across her face. For such a strong woman, she was innocent in the way of a lover. He would teach her everything she would need, then. At last, she rested one hand on his back, the other rising up to run through his hair, her mouth covering his roughly. He wrapped his own arms around her small form, pushing her up against himself. The cloak he had created her was quickly tossed off, as was the coat he had been wearing. He found himself pressing her into the wall, her shirt torn at the edge by a shard on the wall. His mind returned to him, and he pulled back from her.

"We should finish your lesson first." She straightened her shirt slightly, panting after their encounter.

"I thought this was my lesson." Her eyes shined with lust, and he knew that his must hold the same. It was a look he would plan to inspire in her in the future.

"First things first." He snapped his fingers, the doors to the grand room slamming shut, and two small figures appearing. One a woman, one a man. The woman had black hair, tight curls tangled up with twigs and leaves. Her pale blue eyes were full of desperation, a sense of the wild in them. The man had shaggy brown hair and olive eyes, a ragged beard starting to form on his chin. They looked slightly familiar to Cora, but she could not recall for what reason. "Lady Julia. Lord Alexander. How pleasant of you to drop in." He kissed her neck gently, nipping her pulse point before whispering in her ear. "You did want target practice, did you not?" She grinned.

"Of course. You did say lessons first." She turned up to the pair of royals. "Run." Identical grins spread upon their faces, the glints in their eyes showing bloodlust clear enough, though there was still a thick cloud of lust within them. She laid her head back against his chest, reaching her arm out to the nobles, a strong fire forming inside her palm. The nobles ran, scattering like sheep around the room as they tried to escape. All she did was flick her fingers, orbs of fire shooting flying across the room at them. Two lazy flicks of her wrist later, she turned back to him, pushing him against the wall he had forced her into mere moments before.

"Now. Where were we?"