I have had legit mini-writers block.
I had no idea what to write after chapter 14!
At. A. Loss.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks!
S/O to the wonderful readers!
:D
Chapter 15
Rumpelstiltskin closed his eyes and rested his hands on her hips; he had yet to unsheathe himself from her heat.
The way she molded around him perfectly was a feeling he was is no hurry to rid himself of.
She was like a drug to him; more potent now than ever as he relished in her pulsating core, the screams of their mixed pleasure still fresh in the deafening silence of the alchemy.
She was the ailment and the cure all in one.
"Tell me."
Belle's weak rasp cut through the haze of Rumpelstiltskin's mind like a hot knife.
"Tell me." she beseeched, her voice cloaked in wounded pride and longing.
He knew what she wanted.
And, even without the dagger, he couldn't help but answer her now.
His callused fingers, stained with black magic, caressed her hips lovingly.
He marveled at the difference; flawless porcelain white against disgusting metallic-green.
His blackened nails skimmed over her spine as he traced lazy patterns across her derriere.
"I love you." He rasped.
"I will always love you Belle."
A few hours later Belle sat on the rug at Rumpelstiltskin's feet, eager to hear the story behind the mysterious magic knife that bore his name.
There could be no more secrets between them; no matter how painful.
Now it was Rumpelstiltskin's turn to do the brave thing.
No more lies.
Because it was True Love.
"This….." he began as he held the knife out in front of him for Belle to study, "is what made me."
She tucked her bare little feet underneath her skirts as she sidled up to her love.
"Rumpelstiltskin…" she read off the gleaming metal.
"Once upon a time it read "Zoso." he mused as he watched her soft little fingers trace each letter.
"When I killed the old Dark One with this blade, I inherited his powers," He gestured to his face, "And became thus."
Belle's clear eyes jumped from the wavy knife to his shimmering face.
"You actually killed someone for this…..curse?"
"I didn't know that killing him entailed becoming him."
"You wanted to enthrall him then?"
She looked down to her hands, "Like I had you…"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Rumpelstiltskin sighed and leaned back in his chair; he idly fingered the handle of the dagger as he searched for the 'right' way to explain his torment of a life to his one True Love.
She gazed up at him from his feet and placed her hand lightly on his knee.
It was reassuring in its simplicity, and it gave him the courage he needed to share his tale.
"There is only one other person I have loved besides you." he said as his voice took on a new, low resonance.
"Your son?"
Rumpelstiltskin nodded and placed his hand over hers.
"He was all that I had."
He smiled weakly, "He was my life and I loved him, but we were poor, shamefully poor, and I was…maimed in the first Ogre's war."
"How?" Belle chirped from her perch on the floor.
"My leg was ruined and so was my name when I returned home from the war."
His eyes darted to his opposite leg, "Useless."
"Rumplestil-"
He closed his eyes and pulled his hand from hers.
"Don't start with the coddling Belle, please."
She looked down at her ivory skirt, "You've always thought the worst of yourself."
"Because I've always been the worst."
He leaned against the arm of the chair and rubbed his forehead with his hand.
"I am a coward and a monster," he shuddered, "and a…..Beast."
"But I can see the good in you, and so could your son."
Her crystalline eyes reflected the hope that filled her heart.
The hope that she would carry for him for the rest of eternity; through True Love's kiss and Happily Ever After; through daggers and deals; whether it is making love to one another or making war.
Belle would always fight for his heart, because she knew it was true.
No matter how he tried to hide it, or how nasty a play he put on, she could still see the good thriving inside of the bad.
She had always seen it.
"Belle, the never failing optimist!" Rumpelstiltskin giggled mockingly.
"Still trying to tame a Beast dearie?"
He pushed his curtain of wavy brown hair back from his laughing face, "Still trying to pull the 'man' from the 'monster?'"
"Yes." She replied, defiance dancing through every motion. "Someone has to fight."
She stood and locked eyes with her love.
"We can't all hide behind cowardice Rumpelstiltskin."