He couldn't believe it. Finally, something was working the way he needed it to! Even his business had its low points. He loved being able to sit at his pawn shop all day and intimidate the good people of storybrooke, and it was quite a lucrative way of life. But this- Gold was beside himself! He had a willing woman in his bed!
Jesus, that sounded creepy, he thought. He wasn't a rapist. He didn't need to think like that.
But she was willing! And beautiful. So very beautiful. With crystal blue eyes that were the color of sapphires, freshly polished. And creamy pale skin, with a few freckles dusting her nose. And full pink lips, and red brown hair that curled perfectly down her back. And curves in all the right places, and a tight little ass, and-
Gold stop, you're doing the rapist thing again, he warns himself. It's not healthy. He can't fall in love with her, this is temporary. She is the perfect woman, but it's temporary.
Think of her as lobby art, he told himself. Yeah, the most intelligent perfect gorgeous and kind lobby art you have ever encountered. This was bound to fail, Gold realized. He's known the girl for twelve hours. Eight of which they had been sleeping. Four of which she had been drunk. He didn't even know her middle name, favorite color, or favorite food.
But, he was screwed. Head over heels. He wanted to give her everything she would ever need, care for her when she was sick, cook with her, see her every morning. Fuck her senseless every night. No, not fuck her. Gold wanted to make love to her. Worship her body-
Get a grip, gold, he chastised himself. Six months. In six months you will be a citizen of the United States. She will be out of your life. You'll forget this ever happened, he told himself. She might hate me, he realized. She did try to jump out of the window to avoid me. He remembered. But she agreed to stay. She was willing! He had a willing woman in his bed!
An angelic voice woke him from his rapey-reverie.
"Does anyone actually call you Rumford?" Rosabelle asks him with a quirky half smile. It was almost a smirk, actually.
"Are you smirking at my name?" Gold asks, slightly hurt. He actually disliked his name, but he wanted her to like it. He wanted her to like everything about him.
"Well" she squirms a little, unsettled by his seriousness, but quickly gets over it and responds "It's just a tad bit unusual".
He begins to walk out of the room and signals for her to follow. He takes her across a large pine staircase. The stairs lead to an open room with cathedral ceilings. It's painted a cheery yellow, and has Bookshelves on every wall. There are thousands of books of varying ages and lengths. Some are brand new, and others are almost falling apart. Rose almost faints in sight of them. A giant goofy grin takes over her face, and Gold can't help but laugh at her ridiculous expression.
"I take it you like what you see" he asks.
"When I die, can you bury me in here" she responds only half joking. Rose makes her way to a cerulean velvet couch that is next to a fireplace that is easily six feet tall and six feet wide.
He points to the fire place "That's where we'll burn the bodies" He says with a completely straight face, He loves making her squirm he realizes. She's just so cute when I make her uncomfortable. He thinks, only feeling slightly guilty.
Rosabelle, having always been a bit gullible, does not quite realize that he is joking, and looks for another escape route.
"That was a quip" Gold tells her, grinning at her adorable and tangible discomfort.
"Would you like breakfast?" He asks a peace offering after his cruel prank. Rose is laughing though. And smiles at him.
"I can't believe I fell for that!" she tells him "It sounds like a line I would use" She continues.
Gold is a little too pleased to find that they have the same sense of humor.
"So my love" He asks in an over the top voice, making fun of their unique situation by imitating a newlywed, and very in love husband "What would you like for breakfast"
She grins at his display.
" Oh dearest" she joins in "The only thing that could possibly make me love you more would be a cup of tea, Darling" She waits a minute before adding "and perhaps some toast"
Gold smiles, and leads her into another room. It is a state of the art kitchen, with stucco walls, and a stone floor. Gold is proud of his kitchen, he fancies himself a state of the art chef.
'I hope our home is to your liking" he tells Rose. I'm willing to renovate anything you like" he adds on self-consciously.
He turns around to face her, but finds that she is rifling through his cabinets. Evidently he thinks, smiling to himself, she has made herself quite at home.
"Rum" she calls out, her head in the pantry. Gold likes the nickname she has bestowed upon him.
"Do you have anything caffeinated?" She asks" I only see decaf" He tries to think where he keeps his strongest tea, but Rosabelle has interrupted his thoughts.
She asks quickly, embarrassed, but evidently she has to know. The words come out jumbled, and she has dropped the box of tea she was holding.
"didweeuseprotectionlastnight ?" she turns to him, with a very worried expression on her face, as he is just making out what she said.