Chapter Nineteen: Lovers
"You are my lover and I am your mistress and kingdoms and empires and governments have tottered and succumbed before now to that mighty combination."
~ Violet Trefusis
"I want you to touch me…" Belle whispered between kisses, "I want you to kiss me everywhere possible… and I want you… Just you… Always you."
Those words, those sweet, agonizing, beautiful words made him nearly lose control in that moment. He moaned into her mouth as her hips began to grind into his, probably without her conscious thought. His fingertips tightened over her as her small hands began to undo his tie and the buttons of his shirt.
"Belle," he groaned out as she moved her mouth along his jaw and then down his neck. Her hands slipped into his opened shirt and began to run over his hot skin.
"Turnabout is fair game," she reminded him and licked over his Adam's apple before she nipped along his neck.
"Brave, brave, Belle," he said in a light taunting lift to his voice, "So eager to try and tame this vicious beast."
His hands moved to her waist, taking the bottom of her shirt with them as they moved further up. His fingertips smoothed over her skin up and down her sides and she arched under his attentions. He took the opportunity and licked and sucked on her neck as she arched forward. He hummed against her neck and savored her taste, her pulse beginning to race just under her skin.
"Rum…" she breathed out and pulled his face away to look him in the eyes, "Make me yours."
He looked up at her, a vision of an angel begging to be dragged down by the devil himself. She was asking him to make love to her, to own part of her soul that would never be able to be given back. His breath caught in his throat as he scanned her face quickly. She was growing impatient of an answer by the way her hips continued to move against his.
"If I do, I will not let go, Belle," he whispered and settled her with his hands so that she knew that it was a permanent decision, "If you are sure… you must be sure. Because it will be forever, and I will never let you leave. I will never let you go. You will be mine and I will be yours."
"Just as it has always been," she smiled and ran her hands through his hair to the back of his neck so she could drape her arms around his neck. She began to kiss him again and his hands wrapped around her waist and held tight. Her mouth trailed kisses from his mouth, along his jaw and toward his ear where she bit lightly on the lobe, "Please… make me yours."
He growled against her neck and in a swift motion from one of his hands they were out of the chair and in the main bedroom upstairs- their bedroom. She noticed the shift and the use of magic, but couldn't have cared less at the time. He rolled them over so that he was on top, Belle's hair curled over the bed spread and the pillows under her creating a beautiful picture that he immediately committed to memory. He kissed down her injured cheek and then down her neck and settled over her pulse point in her neck.
She pushed off his shirt and threw off his tie as her hands finally smoothed over the full expanse of his chest. He was fit and lean, she knew, but she didn't expect the muscles that her fingers now danced over. She hugged him and held him hundreds of times and yet, she never knew they were there until this night. Her nails dragged down and left light red marks on his skin. She then went back and smoothed her hands over the scratches she left.
He pushed her hands away and held them against the mattress. He nipped against her collar bone in retaliation of the scratches she left and began to leave his own marks on her. He heard her sigh through her teeth as his teeth scrapped against her skin. Unable to go any lower with his mouth, his hands reached under her shirt and pulled it over her head in one movement. He left his attentions from her collar and moved down between her breasts and then tugged at the pure white material covering them with his teeth.
Her hands left the mattress and ran through his hair. His hand reached under her and unhooked her bra. She chuckled a little at the moment she realized the hook was undone.
"What may I ask is so funny?" he asked and kissed by her ear and then suckled on her ear lobe.
"Ah," she sighed and then began to take the bra off the rest of the way and held it in her hand, "…Ruby thought that you would wish my underwear away before you would be able to take it off."
"No, this is too important to use magic for," he nipped at her ear again and leaned back to look down at her. Her bare half, glorious and pale against his dark bedding. All soft curves and velvet skin never before seen by any man, and will never again be seen by anyone but him. He grabbed the bra from her hand to throw it across the room, "This… is you and me."
"Just you and me," she agreed and pulled him down to her to push her body up to meet with his, skin to skin.
The friction was enthralling and he regretted to pull away, but he felt the need to taste the new territory that was before hidden from him. His mouth was then exploring, over her chest, her breasts and her stomach. His large hands cupped each breast his tongue lavished attention on the buds one at a time. Belle called out his name and dug her hands into his hair as if to keep him there. He smiled as he continued to kiss her body. He wasn't going anywhere.
One of his hands soon left the upper body and snuck lower until he hit her skirt and began to tug up the knee length skirt. The skirt bunched around her waist and his hand floated lower and began to rub over her already damp silk underwear. He stopped his attentions on her breasts with an aggravated groan from his lover. He kissed her hard as he moved her underwear to the side and began to explore her with his fingers. She gasped into his mouth and her nails dug into his shoulders.
"Don… don't…" she said softly and he was about to stop, afraid that he had hurt her or pushed too far when she finally pulled her mind together, "Don't you dare stop."
He chuckled darkly and pulled the piece of silk from her body to give himself full access. His one finger curled inside her and her face became a masterpiece of agony and pleasure under his talented fingers. Soon his one finger was joined by a second and began to slide in and out of her as his thumb circled her clit. The last circle caused her to make a noise he had never heard from her before and logged the information away for later sessions.
"Oh Gods, Rum…" she groaned and her hands could only grip and loosen from their position on his shoulders. One hand moved to his hair and face as she pulled herself up to kiss him. He pushed in quickly and she threw her head back in ecstasy, "Rumple!"
He loved to see her in this state, he decided. Enraptured and crying out for his attentions. Even the dark part of him, the part that he is gaining more and more control over seemed to purr with her pleasure. He felt that she was close and he was straining to not take her now, but he wanted her to feel the completion first. To go over the edge and he will follow sometime after. For now it was all about her and how to make her feel fantastic. It was her first time and he was damn well going to make it memorable.
"Rumple," she panted as his fingers moved faster and her arms pulled at his neck to move him closer, "So much… I feel like I am going to burst."
"Let it happen, love," he whispered to her devotedly and watched her face, "You can fall. I will be there to catch you."
At that truth, she felt herself fall apart. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her inner walls pulsated around his fingers. Her eyes were half lidded and kept connected with his through her decent. He watched her tumble over the edge and her back arch beautifully under his ministrations. She eventually relaxed and breathed deep to catch her breath.
"Gods…" she breathed and swiped a hand over her forehead. He chuckled and kissed her cheek and mouth as she calmed down. She cupped his face in her hands and looked into his dark eyes, "Is it always like that?"
"It will be for us," he answered and kissed her harder to express his want.
His hand began to rub at her again and she moaned happily at the action. Her hands then shot down and began to fiddle with his belt and pants as he was too overdressed and she was quickly becoming undone. He helped to shift his hips in the attempt to help her divest him of his last pieces of clothing. She pulled down the pants and then, lifted her shaking legs to push it the rest of the way down and off the bed. His boxers came next, but he took care of that himself, unfortunately leaving his carefully moving fingers from her.
She groaned at the loss of contact and fueled his fire more. The thought that she wanted him and wanted his attention was a turn on like he had never experienced. He pulled away from her mouth slightly to look down in her eyes as he pulled her legs a little higher and positioned himself against her. She felt his length at her entrance and she kept her arms wrapped around his neck. She looked up at him with trust and love in her eyes. No fear, no apprehension, no regret and no hesitation.
"My brave, brave Belle," he repeated and leaned down to kiss her as he pushed himself into her.
She gasped loudly at the intrusion, even when she knew it was coming. The way that he stretched her was both fulfilling and different. He kissed her and tried to sooth her as he felt her walls tightening against him. He growled in the back of his throat in an attempt to keep himself together. He was her first. He was her only. He was not going to leave her in want.
He stopped as he came to an obstruction and left off the kiss for a moment. He looked down at her below him, "This will hurt a little, love."
"I know," she nodded and pushed against him experimentally and winced, "I made my choice. I choose to be with you in all aspects. Now… don't make me beg."
"Hold on to me," he said reverently and she buried her face into his neck as he pushed forward quickly. He felt himself break through and then fill her to the hilt. She felt so incredible … He bit the inside of his cheek and looked toward the ceiling to keep himself from moving. He heard her strangled gasp and felt her tears against his neck. He hurt her… he hurt her again. He would curse himself for eternity if it wasn't for her quiet reassurances that she was okay against his neck. He promised that he would not move until she told him to.
Then he felt her lips press against his neck. She rubbed her nose against his skin and took a deep breath. Her hips moved against his barely and her legs draped over his hips. Her feet pushed against his lower back and she moved her head back to look up at him.
"Make love to me," she whispered with a nod.
He let out the breath he was holding and moved back and then forward again in a slow and experimental push. She gasped at the action, but it spoke of pleasure instead of the pain she had endured only moments ago. He soon set a tempo for them and she followed flawlessly. Thrust for thrust and without a loss of beat. They were dancing with one another, never needing to learn the steps.
Soon the tempo changed and he pushed against her harder and faster to which she readily encouraged with words and actions. He kissed her once more and then put his head to her shoulder to ground himself to her. He was going to make sure that she would go first, just as before. She would be released and he would follow right behind. He was so close and he thought of anything he could to make sure he would not fail. His lips caressed her neck and shoulder as his breath ghosted over the spot.
"Belle… Gods Belle," he chanted against her neck and his hands clawed at the sheets on either side of her head.
"Rumple… I am so close," she panted under him as her nails left new marks down his back. They would be welts in the morning, but he wouldn't mind them. He would even wear them proudly if she would let him.
"Gods, Belle," he gasped against her neck, "I love you… I love you."
She laughed almost manically and nodded against the top of his head, "I love you, too. Always and forever."
"You are mine," he continued and then bit against her neck to leave another mark. He sucked on it and then gave it a quick lick to sooth it, "You will always be mine."
"Always," she gasped at another hit of their pelvises, "And you are mine."
"Forever," he agreed and pulled back to push against her harder.
"Yes!" she screamed up at him, "Right… right there!"
He pounded into her with all the strength he had left and he felt her tighten. She was close. He pulled one of his hands from the bed sheets and grabbed her hip, pulling her to him with every thrust. Her eyes flew open and looked up to him as she screamed him name.
"Rumplestiltskin!"
He growled loudly against the effort not to go overboard. She clutched at him desperately both with her hands and her inner walls. After a few more thrusts he released himself into her with a roar sounding out her name, "Belle!"
He collapsed against her and made sure to not crush her under him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly against his and her heart beat furiously. They both took deep breaths and lowered their heart rates as the silence of the night settled over them. He eventually rolled to his side and pulled her to him. She automatically curled into his side and she kissed his chest with a smile.
"You are mine, Belle," he said as he hugged her tightly to him, one arm placed under her head, the hand running through her hair and the other around her waist. The blanket was tugged up from the foot of the bed, both occupants too tired to rearrange themselves to get to the blankets under them.
"And you are mine, Rumplestiltskin," she smiled wider and draped her arm around his waist as her other was caught between their bodies. She yawned against him and felt the pull of sleep. Her eyes began to close and a whisper escaped before she fell asleep against him, "Forever."
He smiled and kissed the top of her head, "Yes, love, forever."
Rumplestiltskin laid in the silence and dark of his bedroom, only the melody of Belle's breath and heartbeat reaching his ears. It was a song that he missed falling asleep to the time that she was living in the apartment. Now, it seemed like it was played louder and more meaningful tonight than any other before it. She pledged and gave herself to him and him to her. She held his heart, his dagger, his soul and his whole being; and knowing her, she would fight to her last breath to keep them safe and with her. There was nothing more that he could give her than more love and devotion. That he was willing to give her every day for the rest of eternity if she would take it. She gave him so much and expected only his honesty and courage to let her in. And every step she made into his heart, the more courage she seemed to spread to him through her influence.
Thoughts of his son didn't come until hours later. Baelfire was still under the devil's grasp, still waiting for him to come and rescue him. He thought that he would be too distracted to even think about making love to Belle. Too scared for his son and what Chernabog may be doing with his life, but strangely it was the reverse. Because of Belle, he knew that they would get him back. Would retrieve him and bring him home. She did that for him. She made him believe that the impossible was just the opposite. It was possible, achievable and would be done without much effort at all.
The impossible creature that is Belle- his true love and now his lover. He would not let her go and he vowed that he would not let her down. She will never be hurt again and Chernabog will be stopped. He and his pirate captain lap dog of who seems to be losing his touch.
He turned his face into her hair and breathed her in. His eyes began to finally drop closed with her scent surrounding him and his arms around her. She shifted only slightly and buried her face between his and the pillow, her smile still prominent. Both would sleep peacefully in knowledge that the other would protect them. Even in sleep.