Okay…this is more of a happy fluffy chapter. Enjoy, I rarely use Fluffy…hahah. Yes, and this chapter will confuse the heck outta ya. Want to know who wins…keep reading Dearies! Oh, remember, Review Karma…you review me, I shall do the same to you.

He sat at his wheel…again. Jade grew tired of his attachment to the object, she wished she was in that wheels place. She sat at the table drinking her tea.

Rumpel's eyes shot open as soon as he felt invisible force tug at his shoulders while Jade snickered. He threw off the force with his power, going back to his hay.

"You can try Dearie, but it won't work, I'm stronger, remember that."

"Well, what will I have to do then for you to come over and chat with me, Darling?" He quickly stood up, walking over to the dining table, taking his usual spot. He began making a cup of tea.

"It's a lovely day out, Darling. I would very much love to take a walk to the village, or ride even." He looked at her, taking a sip, then placing the cup back down.

"Then go", he replied. Jade rolled her eyes.

"No…" Jade looked at her long nails, and then grinned back to him, giggling.

"You men never get context…do you?" He took another sip, trying to figure her out.

"See, I'd like you to come with. We should...make our association known, we've been getting threats you know, from measly, little armies. We need to show them we are not a force to reckon with", she stated, then sighed.

"And Darling, I'm just itching to destroy something…" He felt so proud of his beloved. She was becoming quite the devious one.

"Now, now, Dearie…control yourself," he warned. Her brows raised, she wagged her finger.

"Last time I checked Darling, we never were good with self-control."

"No…we weren't." He giggled. He looked her up and down.

"You dress looks lovely by the way."

He noticed her whole entire dress was cut in leather, her bodice laced up with gold strings, her sleeves trimmed with the gold as well. This time, her shoulders weren't so exposed, only a little peeking out. He always did admire her fashion sense. Now they officially matched.

"Thank you…I had a villager make it for me. Makes me feel good to make deals with them. I have all this gold, not knowing what to do with it."

"Yes, such a shame," he laughed. Rumpel got up, walking to his room.

"Well, I'd better be getting ready then, my Dearie", he stated.

"That's a good boy", she said. He gave her an amused look before disappearing completely.

They walked through the village, arm in arm. Jade had no expression what so ever, only observing.

Rum had a proud, evil grin on his face, not because the villagers were gazing in fear at the matching, leather cladded couple, but for the fact he had a beautiful woman on his arm, that desired him to be with her in front of others.

Jade heard the hushed whispers, all coming from a tent selling baskets. There were three older men, a middle aged woman, and a young girl, appearing to be 15. "I thought she was single", One man said. "I heard she is Rumpelstiltskin's mistress", from another. "I don't know, they seem like they were meant for each other," said the older woman. "How could a striking woman like her go for a man like that", the first man said "Are they lovers", the older woman wondered out loud. "Is she as powerful as he, if so…we have a problem," the third man said.

"Don't let them hear you, he can kill you with the snap of a finger," the young girl said. They didn't know, but Jade observed them from afar, with her powers, she acquired very good hearing. The young girl seemed to be more sensible then her whole family.

"They are pure evil…our land would be perfect without them," the second man said.

"But no one is brave enough to defeat them! But what about the woman? Where on earth did she come from? Is she from hell as well?" The words of the woman angered and hurt Jade all at once. She so badly wanted to make the woman explode into a million pieces. What stopped her…Rumpel whispering into her ear as he gave her a reassuring squeeze on the arm.

"Don't kill them…save it, there mere ordinary people."

Jade heard the young girl speak.

"Mama, papa, my brothers, leave them be, so what if there evil…I seen the woman by herself, she conducts ordinary business, she pays well to, so I hear from the dress makers. Let them be, look how happy they are!"

"Are you mad Clara," the mother spat.

"No…I just feel we shouldn't provoke someone that hasn't provoked us." Jade looked down smiling. That Clara reminded her of a young version of her half-sister, always looking for the good in people. It's a shame how this smart girl was brought up in a family full of idiots.

Jade faced Rum, leaning in to him, kissed his cheek, then spoke.

"I'm going to have a bit of fun with these small minded folk." Her whole body shook of pleasure as she felt him quickly grasp her waist, his wasn't aware of his nails digging into her fabric.

"What do you have planned, exactly Dearie?"

"Of, nothing harmful of the sort, Darling." She winked at him before turning around back to the basket tent. The whole family stopped speaking.

He shook his head in amazement. "That woman…thank the god's I'm immortal, she'd be the death of me if I were a mere man."

She stood in front on the tent.

"Hello darlings…" Everyone stood there dumbfounded, except for the girl.

"Good afternoon…madam?"

"Yes, "Madame", that's right," Jade acknowledged. The girl grinned at Jade's approving smile.

"I wasn't sure if you were a princess…you are dressed so beautifully…ouch!" The girl got kicked in the leg by a man, his way of telling her to hush.

"May I see your most expensive basket my Darling?" The girl nodded her head, going to the far corner, getting a rather large one. She handed it to Jade, she girl stared in wonder at her ring on her right hand, the one Rumpel made. She found it so beautiful.

"Hymmm, ok…nice…well," she said critiquing the basket.

"Who made this", Jade asked.

"Oh, my mama," Clara said.

"Okay…just from one basket weaver to another," she said gesturing for the woman to come over." The old, heavy woman was a bit hesitant, but eventually marched forward.

Jade pointed, then moving a particular strap on the basket. "See here Darling…you need to weave tighter here, I notice a lack of strength in this strap here." Secondly pointing to the edge.
"See, you need to use all of tension you can get into this kind of particular weave, you could add so much more endurance for the weight, almost 15 extra pounds really."

Clara giggled, not used to her mother looking like a fool.

"I see," was all the mother could say.

"I weave at my home to pass the time…it can be quite boring," Jade said.

"Would you be interested in buying a basket, Madame," the girl asked.

"Yes, this one actually," Jade stated, referring to the one in her hand. She took out five gold coins, placing the small pile on the table.

"I thought you didn't like it," the old hag retorted. Jade simply smiled at her instigator. Jades calm demeanor and her now black iris's startled the woman.

"I could use a project," her come back sliced through her instigator.

"Clara Darling, hold your hand out for me please," Jade commanded. Clara was abit nervous, why such a request, and how did the woman know her name? Clara held out her hand, palm open.

Jade went into her pocket again, this time taking a bigger handful of gold coins, placing gold in her hand, and then closing her fingers so elegantly.

"Madame…I don't know what to say." Clara was speechless, this was enough to live off of for almost a year for her rank of peasantry.

"You are a sweet girl Clara, you remind me of how you aren't a product of your environment, something us two have in common." Clara's family looked at Jade, wondering if she heard their cruel gossiping. Jade looked up at them.

"Oh yes, I heard you all, Darlings." Jade laughed so erringly. She looked back at Clara, her eyes golden again, her lips into a sweet smile.

"It pays to be kind, to overlook the close mindedness of others, such as your family. Being non-judgmental pays off, you just wait, my dear girl. Now…use that wisely, better your life, with others in it." She looked back at the cluster of scared doubters behind Clara.

"Good day my dears," Jade said, before turning around. Rumpel waited for his love to come back.

She laid her hand on his chest, she wanted to show everyone he was her possession.

"So Dearie, would you like to walk back, or I can bring us home the quicker route." He was referring to taking her and transporting them to the castle.

"No…we should walk. I prefer it."

"Whatever you wish my Dearie." He looked down at her new basket.

"Why did you buy that, I thought you still make them?"

"It was an impulse darling. That young lady was very interesting as well."

"Would you like me to carry it for you?"

"No, but thank you anyhow," she replied.

He took her hand in his, he felt silly, but he was going to let himself be happy for once. As much as he didn't like the sunshine, he put on a bright show for her. He did it all and only for her. He was abit persuaded to actually like the sunshine being how it basked onto his lover, making her look so radiant.

Halfway through their walk, he spontaneously decided to grab Jade into the trees. Laughing as she felt him grab her, following him into the forest. From a distance they could have passed off as love stricken hyper teenagers.

He leaned against a trunk, she stood inches away. All she could do at the moment was smile at him.

"You have many different sides Darling…I like that about you." He smiled back, his dark eyes lighting up.

"How so, Dearie?" He took her hand, playing with the ring he created.

"You can be annoying, to where I want to beat you bloody." He chuckled. She stepped back, taking a quick glance at the scenery before her. "Actually, I recall you tormenting me in this area."

He moved a kinked strand out of his eyes, swaying his arms in a whimsical manner, then closing his fists.

"You liked it, I know you enjoyed it Dearie!" He cocked his head to the side, and then grinned.

"Yes, I did Darling. But…I am not finished!" After her statement, she placed her hands on her hips. She paced about, moving her hands along with her words.

"But then, you can be sweet, well, before you lose your mind, because you seem to have a temper, if you weren't ever made aware. On the other hand , I like it when you are crazy…it gets me going." She turned slightly towards him, her expression so playful.

"Furthermore, I like it when your weak as well, I never liked someone taking charge over me." She suddenly laughed.

"What is so funny," he asked, now fiddling with the ruffles on his sleeves.

"The look on your face from yesterday, it was priceless. Matter of fact, you seemed shocked." She marched up to him, her arm leaning on a tree, doing her best to be eye level with him.

"It's as if you didn't know how to handle me. Am I to much for you, you old imp?"

"nooo…" He grabbed her playfully, turning her around, this time she was against the tree. He leaned into her neck.

"Nothing is ever too much for me," he whispered.

"We'll see about that," she responded. She brought up her hand, so she could gently play with his hair.

"I love your hair…I always longed for curls, or…whatever really you have going on up there." She laughed.

"My sister and I always joked about how we wanted each other's hair, she had the most beautiful mass of curls…I miss her so much." His happy expression turned into a concerned one.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Dearie?"

"Is there anyway I can find her with my power? I would love to see her again, you'd like her, well, she is the opposite of me, but very understanding. She wouldn't judge us."

"No, unless you give her power, it's the only way to find her. Your…sorry my Dear, the Queen could tell you, but…that is a territory I advise against. Fate will bring you two together someday."

That's what Rum figured when it came to his son, but now his hope slowly faded, day by day, year after year. He didn't believe in fate anymore, but what could he tell her?

"Please don't be sad, dearie." She looked up at him and smiled.

"Your right, I can't do anything about it, it's out of my control", she admitted. He smiled as he caressed the side of her face. She closed her eyes at his soothing touch. This was a new side she saw of him, and she treasured it.

"Rum, why didn't you ask me that question?" His expression became confused.

"And, what question is that?" She playfully yanked his hair.

"The one you ask me every day, and I give you a negative answer."

He giggled, and then spoke. "Oh, that question. Why do you want me to ask…so you can crush my pride again, Dearie?" She rolled her eyes giving him that annoyed look he received from her daily.

"Well…ask again, you may like the answer," she commanded. That reply nearly sucked the air out of him. Reality set in, now that he was put on the spot, he thought about his other "love", or his last princess.

He remembered the frightened look on her face as she backed up, terror in her eyes, brows raised, her mouth open in shock. All he could recall was the words that set her off. "I knew it was a trick, I knew you could never care for me…" Was she behind it all with the queen? Who knew?

But this time, he knew what her intentions were, Jade was here for real, when she asked him to use a curse , to have the queen forget her…he knew at that instant her hate for the Queen was legit.

"Well, I don't have all night, Darling." Her voice broke his thoughts.

"Oh what the hell, I should be used to hearing "No" by now", he thought. He twiddled his thumbs…well, until she held him in place.

"Ok Dearie, if you want to hear it once more...Do you love me?" The way she looked up at him, hope sprouted in his heart.

"Yes…I do love you. Now stop asking me." She laughed. That bittersweet statement made the monster feel…overjoyed! He enclosed his arms around her, crushing his lips with hers. The kiss they shared was like one he's never had before. It wasn't forced, begged for, or out of pity. This kiss was sweet, full of love, nothing but pureness. He held her so tight, not realizing what he did until she tried to take a breath.

She broke away, still letting her mouth linger by his. Leaning his forehead onto hers, closing his eyes as he spoke.

"Can you say it…please. Please let me hear it." She smiled.

"I love you, Rumpelstiltskin."

"Say it one more time."

"I love you, Darling."

He couldn't figure what he felt, but it was nice. It was a familiar feeling, something he hasn't felt in years; it was a mix of joy, pride, love, happiness, care, so pure. He thought those feelings were gone when he became the dark one.

"Please, just one more time," he asked.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love"- she lost her words as soon as her placed his lips on hers, giving her the best kiss she would ever have.