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Belle's words hung in the small space between their faces. Almost like a fog of things too painful to say and games that had grown shamefully old.
Neither blinked nor spoke.
Belle's chest heaved with anger and with each deep breath her bare breasts pressed against Rumplestilskins glittering scales. Her hands were still pinned to the carpet beneath her.
"You know I'm right." She said, low.
Rumplestilskin locked his jaw and narrowed his golden-flecked eyes dangerously, but Belle remained unaffected.
For she had learned to love a Beast.
He rose and turned his back to her as she was still in a state of undress.
Belle stood and wrapped her arms around her, with her chin tilted towards the ceiling, silently daring him to utter badinage.
He turned on his heels and glared at her as he slipped back under the mask of the Dark One.
"I trust you remember where the bathing tub is."
Belle rolled her eyes and pushed a ratty lock of maple hair from in front of her face.
"Good. I strongly suggest you make use of it."
He brushed by her without a glance and strode towards the great double doors. He flicked his wrist and they parted for him, just like Belle's legs.
"I shall be sure to wash thoroughly betwixt my legs my Lord," Belle bit out as she turned.
"I can feel you running down my thighs."
From the shadows, always from the shadows, Rumplestilskin watched her as she bathed.
His eyes followed the thin white cloth spread sweet smelling suds across her chest and over the grime on her arms and neck. Quickly she became clean again and once more Rumpletilskin pined for the feel of her underneath him.
All the dirt and dust had been washed from her, but Rumplestilskin could still see his vile fingerprints on her. He could see the mark he burned her with as soon as he sheathed himself inside of her.
He laid his head back against the cold stone wall and clutched his budding erection through his leather trousers.
Belle had always unnerved him.
Even in the beginning, the way those cold, crystal eyes looked him up and down prying away at the layers of evil that he masked himself with. The way she weeded out his insecurities and failures.
And yet, somehow, she still loved him.
She loved him enough to give her innocence to him and he couldn't even tell her how much he loved her. Belle, who had proven her love in the only way she knew how, by becoming the Dark One's slut.
"I know you're there Rumplestilskin." Her sweet, well-bred voice purred from in front of the fireplace.
"I do believe you have eyes in the back of your head." He said as he stepped, again, from the shadows.
Something akin to a smile ghosted across her clean face and she pulled her heavy, wet hair to one side.
"One acquires certain tendencies when living with a dark sorcerer." She said as she wrung the cloth out.
He walked around the shiny copper tub to face her and clasped his arms behind him.
Belle's head and shoulders were the only thing visible and he saw several little bouquets of lavender sprigs floating in the opaque water.
To make it sweet smelling he presumed.
As if she needed it, her innocence made her smell sweet enough.
"Why were you watching me?" she said, propping her white arms on the edges of the tub.
"….could it be you were itching to rutt between my legs again? Needing to sate your lust again so...quickly? Tell me Dark One, did I please you greatly?" she purred and grinned, dipping one toe from underneath the water.
He made a disgusted face, "Don't talk that way to me."
"Why?" she cooed in a sing-song voice.
"Because you sound like a whore." He spat as he gripped the edges of the tub.
Belle's face fell and she looked down at the milky water abashed.
"Do not attempt to play mind games with me dearie," he said, his voice deeper than Belle had ever heard it, "I invented them."
"That's all this," Belle gestured to the space between them, "has ever been to you anyway, just a game. I mean nothing to you."
Rumplestilskin closed his eyes and sighed, "I can see that my company is not desired tonight. I shall take my leave." He gave her a curt nod and turned to make his exit.
"Run away Rumple," she rose from the steaming tub, sweet smelling water dripping from every lush curve of her body, and looked him squarely in the eye.
"it's what you're good at."