I don't own OUAT

As you will probably notice, this chapter is a scene from the show. The story will be picking up after this chapter, so this one really is quite important. Once again, though, I don't own 99% of the dialogue of this chapter.

Cora pulled her veil off of her face, glowing in her beautiful white wedding dress. It was worth half the gold she had made for the King, but he had no financial woes now. Though she had power, she would forever be his gold-maker. Still, she reaped the benefits, so she wouldn't complain too much.

"Enjoying the view as much as I am?" She turned from the looking glass to gaze at her lover for a moment before he came up to her, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She pulled away.

"How dare you? I'm a married woman." She smirked, pleased to toy with him. Her lover, her savior, her master.

"Not yet. Wedding's tomorrow." She pulled him into another kiss, his point proven, yet the importance of it lacking. She would be with him forever, even when she was Princess.

"Hm, well then it's alright" They kissed again, neither one breaking it until they had run out of breath. As the pulled apart, her lover grinned.

"Love the dress." As he moved away, she replied in her usual saucy manner. It was, after all, the one he liked most.

"Well, brides have to be snow-white." He giggled, setting himself down upon a chair in the corner of her room.

"When you see the future, there is irony everywhere!" She had no idea what he meant by it, but she had grown accustomed to his cryptic replies. They were one of the few things you could depend on from Rumplestiltskin. He always said what he meant, but what h said never meant what it seemed to. She turned towards him.

"You know, I thought I wanted this. White and bright, all the admiration... Then I look at it. Fifth in line to be queen. That won't happen without an awful lot of bloodshed. And what you give me..." He cut her off, taking her gloved hands in his.

"I can give you nothing but darkness. And isolation." She heard his words, but did not believe them, not believing he could ever be bad for her. He had hurt her before, brought her close to death, and it was strange and horrible, but she needed him. He was her drug, the one thing she knew she could never resist because of the strength he had given her. The strength, and...

"And love." He bowed his head for a moment, perhaps trying to decide if it was true. Did he love her? He had used her, taken her because she was the one he needed, the one who would produce what he needed. But did he love her? Could he ever fall in love with such a tool? But she had proven him wrong at that. She had never allowed herself to be his tool unless it was advantageous to her. She could control him almost as well as he did her. So, yes. He did. He always would. It was so hard not to.

"Yes, and love." She leaned forward, coming up him before replying, her voice cool and soft.

"I want that." He looked dumb-founded for a moment, not believing that she could ever want him. Not believing that she could ever love him back. He stood, flustered, trying to piece together a new reality from the shards of the one he had grown accustomed to; the one that she had just shattered with those three simple words.

"What if I, uh," He stood, piecing his words together as he circled the room "what if I uhm, amended our contract? Instead of you owing me some random first-born child," He turned to her, eyes darting to her stomach for a moment. He mouthed the name Regina, knowing he was a fool. Knowing that he was falling into a trap that the woman hadn't yet devised. He had seen the future, and there was no second child. But he wanted to let himself dream, hope that she wouldn't leave him. Pretend he didn't know the outcome just once. "You owe me my child." She nodded, her dreams of him piecing together in her mind as he allowed himself to believe, to forget all that he knew was to come.

"I can make that deal" He came up to her quickly, grasping her hands desperately.

"As can I" His voice exuded desire as he said the words. He had closed off a portion of his mind, the part that saw the future. And it was strange, but it was easy. It never had been before, but now, holding the hands of the woman he loved, it was almost as though he was free from the curse of the future. So often had he thought it to be a gift, but all it had done was hurt him. The future could not touch him now, now that he had her.

"Rumple. Can we really do this? Can we really have this?" She began to doubt this opportunity he had offered, doubted that she could have happiness with her love and escape the wrath of the king. Xavier wanted her dead, not hiding it whatsoever. She was safe because of Henry's love. But if she were to betray him, would he still protect her? He seemed so easily shattered, so easily changed from a loving fiance to a monster.

"If you truly wish it" She accepted his words, but there was still a doubt that floated through her head. A desire she could not hide away to be with this man.

"There is one..."

"What?" He cut her off, desperate for her to have everything her heart could wish for. She bowed her head slightly before admitting to him.

"It's the King. He humiliated me. He made me feel the way you showed me I never have to feel. I want to kill him. I want to show him his heart before I do it so he can see it and know what I'm doing. As I crush it" His eyes lit up with pride at her words, a sense of common desire filling the pair. He did not know that part of her will to kill the King came from fear. If he had, he may have been disappointed in her. She could not allow that, and therefor made certain that he would be pleased as she caused the look to fill her eyes that would please him. It was not hard to draw pleasure from the idea of the King dying, but it was slightly difficult to bring it up so strong that it covered her fear. But it would do.

"And that is why I love you." She grinned, modesty not her strong suit, most especially not when it came to the pleasure her master received from her blood lust. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the faint heartbeat that proved to her that he still had an ounce of humanity.

"Show me." He grasped her hand in his own, love filling his heart as the woman continued loving him and despising those who had wronged her. As she should. Those who were cocky enough to harm his beloved Cora deserved their deaths in whichever way she chose. They should never have considered harming such a woman.

"I will show you everything." She made up her mind.

"Then I will do it tonight."

"Let's seal that promise." They pulled together, closing the small distance between the pair, his arms wrapping around her, hers clutching his chest as they kissed, sealing their deal in the best of ways.