Emma moved silently. This wasn't intentional, but it was just another effect of being the Dark One. She crept though the castle, towards Belle's room. And, while Emma'd never admit it, she was lonely, even more so now that her father had left on a quest.
"Just materialize in her room," the curse whispered, creeping though the hall way behind her. Emma rolled her eyes.
"That would be rude and I'll probably scare her," she whispered back, "Plus I'm not using dark magic, remember?"
"But we're still seducing the girl, correct?" the Rumpelstiltskin looking figure asked.
"We're just going to check on her," Emma mumbled.
"Have I mentioned that out of all the women I've had, no matter what body, she's been the most satisfying?"
"You've maybe mentioned it a couple dozen times," grumbled the blonde, "Look, I'm not just going to go fuck her. She's married! And she's- Belle! Plus I do have a boyfriend."
"Yes, the pirate. The one who couldn't break your curse? He's a real charmer, didn't he try to kill you and your mother right after you met?" the dark curse leaned against a wall, "And he shot Belle, held a gun to her throat, tried to kill her several times, slapped her across the face when she wouldn't help him kill Rumpelstiltskin..."
"He... what?" Emma felt her face flush, angry. Not waiting for a response, she stormed the rest of the way to Belle's room, knocking on the door.
"Emma!" Belle's smile was the first thing that greeted her, "Come in!"
"I-" Emma faltered as she watched what looked like Rumpelstiltskin slip into the room behind her, "I'm sorry to bother you."
"It's not a bother," Belle said, "I was just about to get into bed though."
Belle crossed the room to sit on the large bed, she patted the spot next to her, "Come join me, we could have a sleep over."
She leaned back onto the pillows. The Dark curse giggled and flounced across the room to join her on one side. Emma followed. Once Belle was sandwiched between the visible Dark One and the invisible Dark One, Emma relaxed a little.
"Your father left with the King on their quest today, didn't they?" Belle asked.
"Yeah," Emma sighed.
"And you're sad because of it?" the brunette prompted.
"Clever thing, isn't she?" the curse smiled, adoringly, "Here's a tip, touch her. Belle is very tactile."
Emma reached out and wove her fingers through Belle's. Belle gave her hand a little squeeze.
"It's not that I'm sad he went on a quest, it's just that it's a little more lonely, I guess," Emma snuggled closer, putting her head on Belle's shoulder.
The imp nodded, approving. Belle stifled a yawn.
"Oh, you're tired," Emma sat up again, "I'm sorry. Here, why don't we lay down?"
"That sounds nice," Belle agreed and without unlinking hands, they slipped under the covers.
"Thank you," Emma whispered, moving closer to Belle.
"For what?"
"For being here. For not looking at me like I'm Chucky or something," Emma said.
"I don't know what that means," Belle whispered back, "But you're welcome."
"Kiss her," breathed the Dark One, slipping an arm around Belle's waist.
Emma leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on Belle's forehead. All three bedmates smiled, and slept.