Warning: slight smut alert, here's another WARNING...the dark one gets some action, a very, very hard thing to portray. I did my best assuming he'd be a freak in bed. hahah. Well, a quick summery for the impatient readers/ In story brook: Jade is starting to accept the visions and dreams she is having are trying to tell her something. Mr. Gold recently scared the crap out of her, but she will come back. Lets face it, it's Mr. Gold, and who would leave his cute skinny rump behind? lol. In Fairytale land:After Jade recently becomes engaged to Bealfire, he leaves on a trip, Jade goes over to Rum's home to break off their strange friendship. He doesn't take it so well, casting a spell on her, basically she cannot love anyone but Rum. Selfish, right? Yup. Oh, and Bea gets killed by the hands of a ogre Rum created. Being Rum was so far out when he killed Bea, he doesn't know it's his own son that got killed.

Oh, a song of motivation :I dont care, apocolytica. OKay, I shall shut it. Read, enjoy, review. :)

She sat at her wheel, spinning away with her thread. The scoundrel was right…spinning did help you forget. But it would only last for so long, her therapeutic trance with her wheel. When she finished, she was surrounded by those stone walls behind the beautiful tapestry, so many statues, paintings, vases, and other random pieces strategically placed about in this room. It was the main room of the monsters home. She couldn't even refer him to a man, he was a monster, a cold hearted, son murdering, selfish monster.

She sat back and stared at her wheel. She recalled the scene between her and Rum, trying to persuade him to take it with her.

"Really, you want to take the wheel," he asked in an annoyed tone. You don't need to do any more work, you are with a very wealthy man now." Jade turned to him, leering, hands planted firmly on her hips.

"I want it. I will take it, I will even carry the heavy thing myself. It is mine, and goes with me. Whether you like it or not." She proudly walked over to the wheel, and then sat down like an arrogant queen on her throne.

"I will not leave until you agree. Remember Rum, you can only possess my body with your powers for so long…and I am a very determined woman!" He stood there, arms folded together, shaking his head. He felt as if he was arguing with a wife within a long marriage.

"Fine, take your precious wheel, waste your time working and not enjoy the benefits of leisure."

Jade went back to her spinning. She wiped the sweat away off her neck. It was a very warm day, not even the stone walls with their shadows couldn't keep her cool. Assuming he'd be gone for a while, she ran around in her petticoats. It was nice to wear something so much lighter. Ever since he sent her to the best, most expensive dressmaker, the things she wore now were so uncomfortable. Her corset was the least difficult thing to endure compared to some of the things she found herself wearing. Out of spite, she still made sure every piece of clothing she wore around him was dark, after all, she was mourning a man who was meant to be her husband, and she made sure the vile imp noticed from the first day, which was yesterday, for the rest of her trapped life.

"Really dearie, is this what you frolic about in, when you have those lighter dresses and robes I have for you? This is what you wear while I am gone?" Scarlett filled her face, she felt so exposed at the moment. He wasn't supposed to be back for 8 days!

"Yes, it is hotter than hell in here. I wasn't expecting you to be back so early," she said bitterly. She felt his stare through her halfway exposed back, hearing his foot tapping.

Still spinning away, she spoke to him.

"Rumplestiltskin, is there something you need?" Rumplestiltskin felt abit of hurt when she said his full name, it was her subtle way of showing him her angst. When she was not happy with him, she used his full name. At other better times, his nickname she choose for him, "Rum." Even when they were on better terms she only said his full name once or twice, now it was always, on a daily basis. He never despised his full name so much until she started using it in the form of spite.

"Are you going to get dressed, or walk about indecent," he teased. She kept up her habit, meticulously, not falling out of place, getting lost watching the string flow through her hands.

"As I said before imp, I wasn't expecting you for eight days, and I am now going to keep that a reality. Please don't make your presence known to me." She then sat up, looking out into space.

"Allow me to help guide you in the right direction…that involves you disappearing, as in walking or vanishing away out of my presence."

She felt his hands moving her hair over her left shoulder, his breath into her exposed ear on her right side.

"So, I presume you still hold this little grudge against me?"

"Yes," she spat. "That's the reaction you will get when you kill my fiancé and hold me captive by a spell, you idiot!" He simply laughed. Her statement stabbed though him, but he did love her so feisty.

She felt him whisper into her ear, disgusted at the same time for the fact she actually felt butterflies in her stomach as soon as he touched her. It must have been the workings of the spell.

"For someone that is attempting to drive me away, you are doing very poorly; calling me an insult…you know that makes me go insane for you, sitting in your undergarments-" he quickly untied the bow on top of her bodice. She willed herself to not turn around and throw him to the ground, to restrain him, to kiss him and rip his clothes off. She closed her eyes, trying to fight the urge of the spell.

"Trying to turn me away…it makes me crazy," he stated.

Startled, she nearly lost her balance when his powerful hands gripped her waist, dragging her off the bench. She tried to get up and free herself, but for as much of a slender man he was, he had too much strength.

He whipped her around, this time making sure she couldn't push him back. Jade was at loss for words when her new dark eyes bore into his even darker ones. He subtly licked his lips. Jade just stood there restrained, staring blankly at him.

"Goodness, I didn't think you could get any more lovely…until your eyes took full affect. Your transforming perfectly into the perfect evil woman I envisioned. Perhaps it's time for me to give you a part of your deal." Jade realized she needed to persuade him to do it quicker, and then she could end him and be free.

"Yes…id like that, if you could, I have so much to learn, that's if you're willing to teach me…Rum." He smiled down at her. Knowing she said his name like that, all could be forgiven.

"I will, soon, later actually dearie, there is something else I'd like to show you at the moment."

He held her in closer, tightly, pulling her in by her lower backside. That's when he took her lips with his.

Lust overcame her, the need to be touched, the need to take him, to be so intimate and show him how much she wanted of him. The curse was working again, she couldn't fight it, and her inner voice screamed at her to stop, the curse grew stronger than her conscience.

She kissed him back, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth, she pulled his hair back, just enough for his lips to hover so close to hers, she smiled as he uttered a gasp. He hurled her up into his arms, they disappearing into a cloud of black smoke.

Seconds later they appeared in front of his bed. She never seen this room before. It must have been his. She felt him envelope her from behind, feeling his hands undue the loosened ties to her bodice, so quickly with his long fingers. She felt a draft, then looked down realizing she was nearly exposed. Then a long sharp nail came back to her chest, tenderly scraping across her collar bone, then feeling his lips kissing softly on her neck. She didn't want him to stop, her voice still screamed at her, with disgust. But she had to…for her own survival, and selfishness of her forbidden needs he brought within her.

She let out a startled gasp and she found herself thrown at the bed. She looked up at him, on her back, chest out , slightly propping herself up on her arms. He walked over, taking off his coat, undoing his shirt. When he finally got to her, she pulled him viciously towards her, quickly getting on top of him, throwing him off by surprise.

He again attempted to undo his shirt, she slapped his hands away, then grasped his shirt in each hand, knuckles white, ripping it, threads tattered, buttons flying. She looked at him hungrily before she bent down, taking his mouth with hers.

He lifted her top off, then immediately he slid his hands on her bare skin, enjoying and acknowledging the fact he had a half naked woman on top of him. Not even caring to notice, she was to occupied giving into her urges, hunched upwards a bit, kissing him so hard, loosening his pants. She broke their kiss, lifting herself up gasping for air, as she pulled his pants off of him. As she leaned forward to continue to their kisses, he pulled her by the wrist, twisting her down on her back. He was now the master of things. He bent down, leaning one hand, removing her skirt, yet still having his mouth intact with hers. After he completed his task of removing her skirt, he laid back down on her, tightly grasping her wrists, moving his head up, just hovering, just looking down at her.

She felt a slight change of heart when she his eyes above hers. She didn't see a monster, she saw a man, a miserable, but happy one. His eyes were somehow a very light gold, just like the bundles in her basket, and his smile…it was sincere, not sly, not conniving, not sneaky, or devious, or planning…just, a genuine, happy, fulfilled smile. No tension at all in his facial features. Could this have been the key to making him happy, just her alone in the room, on this bed, touching him and holding him, showing him some form of affection?

But then she remembered why she was here, he needed to go. He needed to be destroyed, he killed Baelfire, and along with his son, her happiness. He did all of this entrapment, so he could have her to himself. She didn't even feel like he did it out of having love for her, it was a sexual obsession, and he was getting what he wanted at this very moment. He manipulated her, casting this curse on her, for his own selfish needs, resulting in her giving up, and sacrificing the life she was content with.

She smiled back at him, softly kneeing him in his pelvis, he got up just a little to tolerate the pain, just enough for her to sneak in and flip him over. Before he knew it, was back on top of him, looking down at him. He laid on his back, panting, in disbelief, wondering how she managed to do it, to get him that way.

She smacked him hard, across the face. Leaning in close, her lips hovering so near to his.

"I fucking hate you, you repulse me in so many ways, Rum, tonight were going to fight, and you're going to let me win" After she gave him such a bitter statement, she smiled.

He smiled back, his once beautiful golden eyes back to those blank onyx's she was so used to seeing so often. She could see her motivation of insulting him worked. Then she leaned down, giving him a fierce kiss, her tongue fighting for dominance with his. He lifted her hips up, to align him with her. That's when he took her into ecstasy.

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He woke up and grinned as he realized what he woke up from…from her wearing him out. He turned towards her on the bed.

"That was one of the best nights I had in years…thanks to you," he said. He went to put his arm around her, feeling nothing but a void of space above his sheets. Come to think of it, he didn't hear her breathe at all. Where could she be this time of night?

Sighing, and going back to laying on his back. He stared out into the dark. He assumed she'd come back, hell, he'd let her run for awhile, wear herself out, then he would go fetch her. All he wanted to do was relish in the after moment of making love to a woman.

His thoughts abruptly stopped when he felt something sharp and metallic lay on his thoat…a blade. He saw the large blade glimmer in the moonlight… the inscription read JADE in elegant engraving. The hand around the blade held by a very beautiful naked woman, her facial features contorted with pure hatred.

He was going to die, and the hand of his unwilling lover. It was too late for him to use his powers. She had them as well. He could feel the possession she put over his whole body. All he could do was wait, for her mercy, or to get his neck slit.

"So Rum…being the decent human being I am, I wanted to give you a good night before I end your life. Don't worry, I will carry on your reign. I know enough already. It's too bad you won't be alive to see it." She laughed at her following statement, he shuddered at that laugh, it was almost like his, so high pitched, and haunting.

"Hell, I am young, I may be carrying you child right now, you should have been alittle bit careful Rum. What makes you think that I want any child of yours?" He flinched at her cruel words.

"Good-bye your wretched Imp…I'll see you in hell." After that he felt a quick sharp sting, then everything faded to black.

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Rumplestiltskin woke up. He felt his neck, nearly slapping himself with the speed of his hand. No sticky blood, not indentations…nothing? He looked over to his right. She lay on her back, completely asleep. He tried to calm himself down. Watching the naked woman halfway covered in his sheets, basking in the moonlight certainly helped him ease into a carefree state…