A/N I plan to update every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Consider it an official schedule :) I'll do my best to stick to it

Rumpelstiltskin woke up to a feeling of his hair being stroked and he recoiled from it hastily. Apparently Belle felt better, but he noticed that her eyes were misty and unfocused. She reached forward to touch him again, whimpering when the bars prevented her from it.

He then realized what it was. Her body was healed but not in a natural way, and being unaccustomed to the feel of magic inside she sought its source. Magic clouded her mind and she couldn't think clearly, her instincts taking charge of her. Breaking from magic was different for everyone. Some would be aggressive or afraid, but Belle had a gentle soul and all she wanted was company and touch. It would pass soon enough.

Not to upset her, Rumpelstiltskin sat back next to the bars separating them and let her touch him. Her fingers went back to his hair and Belle made a small noise of pleasure, raking her fingers through the wavy locks. She curled the strands around each of her digits and stroked them against her cheek.

She moved her fingers to the back of his head, massaging and scratching his scalp lightly. Rumpelstiltskin sighed and relaxed under her caress, it was simple but quite pleasant. He even leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wooden bars.

He shivered with excitement as her fingers went down his neck and sneaked under the high leather collar of his coat to feel around the edge of his shirt before returning to rest under his jaw. Belle touched his face and he wanted to move away, but she looked quite happy with what she was doing. Besides, she probably could not appreciate his ugliness in the condition she was in.

Belle explored his face like a blind woman, as if she tried to memorize every small feature and wrinkle. Rumpelstiltskin closed his eyes as she ran her fingertips over his eyelids, stroking his cheeks and his nose, feeling the shape of his jaw and scratching behind his ears as if he were a bit cat.

Rumpelstiltskin jumped, his eyes opening wide in surprise as something wet swiped along the side of his face. Had she just licked him? Belle opened her mouth and ran her tongue along his cheek and jawline, humming, obviously pleased at how his skin tasted.

Rumpelstiltskin moved away. It was too much. She didn't control herself, so she wasn't responsible for anything she was doing now. Her simple touches, and moreover, licks, had quite a strong effect on him. He was getting aroused, his cock stirring as he imagined where else the girl could apply her hands and mouth and he wished… he didn't know what he wished for, but if she kept up what she was doing, he would be the one to lose control.

Belle threw herself at the bars, stretching her arms to him, groaning in frustration when all her fingers met was empty air. The space between the bars was almost wide enough for her to push her head through. Her face was flushed and her nipples turned into two small points pushing against the fabric of her shirt. When she realized she couldn't grab the man, she grasped the bars and ground her hips against them lewdly. Her eyes were wandering and she began whimpering quietly.

"Please, oh please, I need to…" She gasped as her mound rubbed against the wooden bar and repeated the motion, moaning and throwing her head back.

It wasn't him she wanted after all. She was horny and desired release. Well, Rumpelstiltskin could provide it. He knew it was wrong but he wouldn't be able to stand and watch her humping away at the cell. He did not trust himself to approach her, for he would probably fail to restrain himself and take her hard right there, thrusting up her willing body until he'd cum deep inside of her.

Instead, Rumpelstiltskin let his magic do the work. It wrapped around Belle's body as he commanded it to please. The magic curled around her middle, warm and a little prickly, throbbing and sending impulses of pleasure to every cell of her body. He had enough common sense to cast the silencing spell around them, for he did want to hear her moan, sigh and express her pleasure as vocally as she desired, but that would be for his ears only.

Belle whimpered again as the pleasure slowly built up inside. It felt as she was touched and caressed everywhere at once, she skin getting warmer under each delicious manipulation. As the pressure of invisible hands increased, she felt repeated flicks of magic concentrate in her lower belly. It was strange; there was no direct contact but it was as if someone knew what she wanted. She was very wet and her clitoris throbbed, her nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt, the warmth in her lower belly becoming more perceptible. It was just right, and she moaned and licked her lips until she couldn't take it anymore. She screamed as she came, her pussy contracting and her knees gave way. She sobbed with the intensity of her orgasm but it was probably the strongest one she ever experienced buy it wasn't quite what she wanted.

Her pleasure was incomplete and lacked something vital but she couldn't quite grasp what it was. Belle whined, frustrated, as she was smart and she knew so many good words but they escaped her as if they were slippery threads she couldn't bring together - when she thought she had them, they ran through her fingers.

Rumpelstiltskin watched her in awe. Belle was a beautiful contrast to her broken self a couple hours ago. Now her exposed skin was pink with arousal, and her cherry lips glistened wetly in the light of the torch. A few stands of her hair were plastered to her forehead. She moaned impatiently and squirmed on the floor. Rumpelstiltskin mistook her groans for her not being satisfied. This time he decided to forgo the slow foreplay. He directed his power to her core and Belle was in bliss, engulfed by the now familiar magic as she welcomed it inside.

She shrieked as her body convulsed with another orgasm. It felt as if something bright exploded inside of her and hot waves pulsed from the place just under her navel and rippled through her.

It took Belle several minutes to restore her breathing. Her lips felt dry and she ran the tip of her tongue along them. Opening her eyes, Belle caught Rumpelstiltskin staring at her hungrily. He looked predatory, his sharp features enhanced by shadows, his nostrils flaring and his eyes seemed to give off a red glint as if there was a fire burning within him. Belle felt the goose bumps run down her spine. He looked dangerous but somehow it excited her even more. She looked at him pleadingly; her pupils were so dilated there was very little bright blue showing at their rim. Since words had failed her, maybe he could read the unspoken in her eyes and understand what she needed even if she couldn't.

Rumpelstiltskin exhaled loudly through his clenched teeth and tried to concentrate on his task. But as his magic began to run through Belle's body again, she shook her head.

"No", she whispered. After all, she could gather some words through her fragmented consciousness. "Not this… you, please… need…"

Rumpelstiltskin groaned. It was obviously a tempting invitation, but he knew he shouldn't do it. Belle would regret it when she came to her senses, but it had been so long for him, his cock was so hard and he did not want to be rational. A better man would just wait till her haze passed but he wasn't a good man and he wanted it. There would never be a second chance for him. Besides, she was likely to forget everything by morning. Rumpelstiltskin still hesitated, torn between the desire to ravish her and dreading the possible consequences, but Belle stretched her arms towards him, whispering, pleading again, and it did it for him.

He moved to sit close to her and Belle's fingers clenched the stiff leather collar of his coat, pulling him closer. She practically purred when he obeyed and she nuzzled the dimple in his neck where his collarbones met. Belle was mesmerized by the softness of his skin there and she licked the place repeatedly. She realized that it wasn't quite right for her to do, ladies weren't supposed to behave that way and she was surprised by her own boldness. But he allowed her to do it, and it felt good, the sorcerer gave her more pleasure than she imagined possible and she only hoped her clumsy touches were returning the tiniest bit of it to him.

Her hands sneaked under his heavy coat and stroked his upper arms through his silky shirt. Rumpelstiltskin's skin felt a lot hotter than hers and she wanted to see more of him but the garment was in her way she tugged on it, urging Rumpelstiltskin to shrug it off but he distracted her by stroking her sides lightly before stopping at her hips.

His hands just rested there, rubbing along the hem of her pants and his thumbs drew circles on her hipbones. Belle didn't understand why he paused, whether he was teasing her or asking for permission; she thrusted her body forward and mewled when his hand cupped her mound through the pants. He squeezed and Belle moaned. The hilt of his palm was rubbing small circles on top of her clit with just the right amount of pressure and she dug her fingers into the flesh of his upper arms, afraid he would stop before she could cum.

Rumpelstiltskin had no intention of stopping, not now. He wanted to feel her naked skin, to really believe she wanted this. He slipped his hand between her pants and her belly, sliding down past her curls to touch her slit. He groaned when her felt her wetness, she was so slick it was hard to properly caress her. Belle's breath was coming out in small puffs against his chest and she was moaning and almost snarling and she doubled the attention on his neck, biting and sucking and lavishing the skin with her tongue. Rumpelstiltskin just let her rock and grind against his hand as she trembled and whimpered. He wanted to do so many things to her, to uncover her, to lick every place on her, to claim her and mark her as his but he didn't dare to.

Belle literally shrieked as another orgasm washed over her and she bit down on his collarbone as his fingers slid along her inner folds, prolonging her pleasure. Rumpelstiltskin wished he could bury his fingers inside of her, to feel her pussy grasp them as she orgasmed. It was suddenly too much for him. He was hard to the point he ached, and his cock throbbed and twitched as if somehow by caressing Belle he brought himself closer. With a howl he came undone without even touching himself, spurting inside his trousers and holding his breath until the pulsing in his member stopped.

Belle sighed happily and Rumpelstiltskin realized she was watching him the whole time. His orgasm drained him of all energy and he didn't even seem to find any shame or regret in him. It would come tomorrow, but tonight he would just enjoy the moment.

Withdrawing his hand from Belle's trousers, he raised and studied the glistening digits. He lifted his palm to his face and inhaled deeply before carefully licking her juices off his fingers. The taste of her was thick and musky, a bit salty with a slight hint of bitterness. He felt utterly wicked, locking their eyes as his tongue cleaned his fingers - and between them too.

Belle made a small pitiful noise and pulled him down by the lapels of his coat, her parted lips almost brushing his, but Rumpelstiltskin tilted his head sideways, and her lips just met his cheekbone. She tried again, angling her face but the man steadied her face, cupping it between his palms.

He looked down at her, something close to sadness in his eyes and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Belle raised her eyes in surprise when he moved back to look at her again, and stared at his lips, hoping her real intention was apparent.

"Later", he lied, but Belle seemed content with it and nodded.

"Stay?" She asked.

Rumpelstiltskin smirked; it wasn't like he could go anywhere and frankly he had no desire to do anything. He scowled and removed the stickiness in his breeches with a flick of his wrist. Belle dragged her straw mattress closer and settled down on it, grabbing his hand to press it to her chest. A few moments later she was snuffling away peacefully.