Wasn't the vision sweet?
Awww.
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!SPOILER ALERT FROM HERE ON!
It kinda shocked me in 2x16 that Rumplestiltskin wasn't the manipulator!
Cora fucked him over!
Whaat?!
I was sure that he was gonna teach her magic and they were gonna become lovers and she was gonna catch "feelings" and he kicks her out, thus making her so dark and evil and fab.
Buutttt…he falls in love and she just rips the rug out from under him!
I liked it.
However, I did not like the deathbed scene with him and Cora all like, "Did you ever love me?" and all emotional -reunited- at- last- type shit.
Get out of here you were just on the phone with your True Love what are you doing -_-
It was obvious she did not love you, the freaking kiss did not work and ya'll kissed like a million times.
Come on now.
I did love the way he got up from the cot, healed totally, and had this look of just no remorse what-so-ever. Straight stale-faced like "Bitch I win."
Loved it!
And Gold was talking about, "the poison racing towards my heart."
No that shit was slooowww as hell.
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I also loved it when Cora smacked the "enchanted box" off the desk.
That reminded me of some shit my mother would do.
Anyway, my rant is over. Lol :D
(P.S. sooo glad Regina isn't Rumple's child I would have stopped watching if that happened.)
Belle looked so peaceful in her sleep.
She was his happily ever after.
One cracked nail traced her jawline slowly as he tried to commit every detail and plane of her face to his memory.
She must have been warm; her sheets were balled up at the foot of her bed and she wore no slippers.
He smiled when he saw the nightgown she wore, ripped at the knees from that night in his alchemy.
A fond memory for her too?
One graceful hand lay against her flat stomach protectively.
Beautiful little Belle…
He had long shed his dragon coat and vest, now standing over her in only his leather breeches and red silk blouse.
From a stranger's point of view their scene appeared Mythological.
The midnight sacrifice of a maiden to a monster; the rape of a virgin by an evil deity.
But this was a Fairytale.
This was True Love.
He studied the way her eyelashes rested against her perfect cheek bones, her delicate brows arched over those watery orbs, the way her porcelain skin shined in the moonlight, and how it was topped off with that wild hair fanning out around her like a halo.
She was all for him.
He eased himself onto the edge of her down mattress, careful not to disturb her, folded his hands in his lap and just watched.
He could make out the lines of her ribs through the silk; he could see the change in her breasts also.
They were fuller now, not by much, but he could tell.
He longed to burrow against them and wrap his arms around her like a child.
Belle shifted onto her side, facing him, and sighed drowsily.
It was the most erotic sound Rumplestiltskin had ever heard.
One plump arm still guarded her womb as the other one rested underneath her neck.
How he longed to kiss her…
"Rumplestilskin…" she mumbled, "Rumplestiltskin."
He cupped her cheek, "I'm here love."
She nuzzled into his withered palm and exhaled.
He rubbed her cheek with his thumb and shifted closer when he saw her eyelids flutter open.
They were deep cerulean as they scanned him up and down, narrowing with confusion when his hands left her face to tangle in her curls.
"Am I ever going to be enough?" she whispered as her white hand traveled up the wide neckline of his blouse.
"Oh my darling Belle," he said in a voice thick with gravel, "you are so much more than enough."
He melted into her touch as she trailed her fingers across his chest.
"This is a dream; this is nothing more than a dream. Tomorrow I'll wake up and you'll be gone and, and-" she stopped short as her voice began to quake and tremble.
Rumplestiltskin pulled her to him as he moved to lie flat beside of her on the bed, "It isn't a dream Belle."
"It is! Tomorrow you shall hate me again!"
Realization slammed into Rumplestiltskin like a bolt of magic.
"I never hated you!" he fiercely whispered into her hair.
"It was this darkness, this, this monster inside of me that rips and tears at my happiness! I love you Belle!"
He tilted her chin up so he could look her in the eyes, "I worship you."
"It is always the same Rumplestiltskin." She hissed.
"You always do this to me! You throw me back and forth between light and dark, love and hate! You're ripping me in two."
"My darling..." he cooed as her tears wet his chest, "What have I been doing to you?"
Belle pulled away from him and clumsily wiped her eyes, "You have wasted me."
Her voice was tired and hollow.
"I love you." He pleaded as his arms wound about her waist.
"Artifice."
The word dripped with contradiction.
Yet she did not struggle against his caresses.
She did not pull away when he made her gown disappear in a puff of garnet smoke.
When his lips met her collarbone she hummed approvingly and when his palms cupped her newly swollen breasts she yelped at the new sensations prickling her body.
"The promises you make in the darkness never last until dawn." Belle whimpered when he shifted atop her and nestled between her thighs.
She felt his strained hardness against her centre and it made her shudder with longing.
His smell, spicy and strong, filled her nose.
She closed her eyes and basked in the weight of him upon her, worshipping her body with his.
"Trust me Belle." He pleaded between nips against her smooth throat.
He trailed his sweet kisses down her throat and over her collarbone only to halt when he came to her satiny breasts.
"I have always trusted you," she whispered breathlessly as she watched him carefully caress the velvety underside of her left breast, "and look where it has put me."
He made no counter remark to her, choosing instead to trace the valley between her breasts with is tongue thus issuing a strangled moan from the Princess underneath him.
His jagged nails skimmed down her ribs, leaving only faint red lines behind.
He was marking her….
"Stop me Belle." He groaned against the cushion of her breast, "Don't let me spoil you again."
He grasped at her hips impatiently and rubbed his hardened length against her thigh.
Her fingers wound in his curls and scraped against his scalp wantonly.
"I'll never stop you Rumplestiltskin; make me as dark as you are."
He moaned deeply and quickly placed his eager mouth around one of her pert nipples, sucking ever so lightly as his tongue flicked the hardened bud.
Belle arched into his mouth and removed one of her hands from his hair to clutch at his leather fastenings.
Never stopping his ministrations, Rumplestiltskin lightly pushed her hand out of the way and pulled himself free.
Her legs were now cradling his hips and she could feel the pressure of him against her entrance.
He released her breast with a "pop" and looked up at her, "Do you love me?"
Belle rubbed his gilded forehead creased with centuries of worry and anger.
"Do you love me?"
He plunged himself inside of her sweltering heat with one deep thrust and never breaking her gaze he answered with an assured, "Yes."