Belle was puzzled. She hoped they'd reached some understanding with Rumpelstiltskin, but apparently she was mistaken. Yes, he'd let her touch him if she wanted to, but nothing more intimate than holding hands and he'd share his meals with her even when she didn't ask for food. However, Belle felt he was distant and not a bit sincere. It was as if he was reluctant to push her away but didn't quite enjoy her attention either.
She realized her feelings were strange. Belle had always been rational and slightly over-analyzing, so she tried to keep it cool and dissect her current thoughts and emotions.
Rumpelstiltskin was not a handsome person by any means. His nose was too long and his features too angular, his large eyes with amplified irises and pin-point pupils seemed to look right into your soul. He always frowned or scowled, which deepened the lines on his face, as if he found the mere existence of people around him to be offensive. His flamboyant clothes seemed to accentuate his odd skin color and his gestures were meant to draw attention and make him stand out even more. It felt like everything Rumpelstiltskin did - from his appearance to that unnerving giggle - was to make others uncomfortable, bleak and unimportant compared to him.
There was something else about his looks, something Belle found elusive and hard to describe. Perhaps it was his power (she could feel it better after he used magic on her), or the hint of his complicated past, but Belle sensed the aura of mystery around him - mystery and danger. And it was exciting.
She knew it was wrong. For her whole life, Belle thought she knew what the future had in store for her. She would marry Gaston, who wasn't too bright but whom she would learn to love eventually. He was a man with honor and simple principles, a decent knight and he would make a proper husband. They would have many kids together and she would learn how to be a good wife. That'd please her papa and bind their houses together, just as he desired. It may seem like a boring and banal marriage, but it was for a common good and Belle would be content to do her duty.
Rumpelstiltskin, in turn, was not a pleasant man. He was spiteful and full of bile, his short remarks and sometimes honey-covered words could sting and cut better than the sharpest blade. He always made her silly and clumsy. Belle could never be sure what he'd do or how the dark wizard would react to her words, his temper was short and he could get moody or agitated for no reason at all. She always had to be on her toes.
But despite all that, she liked looking at him and hear him speak. It was wrong. She couldn't put the man out of her head and it wasn't just because they were locked in the dungeon together. Her thoughts would often wander in an unbidden direction, making her blush. It was bad enough to desire his company, but desiring him was a thousand times worse.
Belle was naturally curious, and of course she had discovered and explored her own body long ago. She knew how to please herself, and some of the books she read provided tips and advice on how a woman should behave in the bedroom. Yet she realized that the aim of sex was procreation and that her husband needed to perform his duty to put an heir within her and not pleasure her. Rumpelstiltskin showed her different. Belle wanted to feel his touch on her again, wondering what it would be like to see him naked in turn, whether he would enjoy her caresses and if she could make him moan. Those thoughts were dangerous yet so sweet and to her shame they would make her wet and hot in her loins.
Deep down Belle knew it was inappropriate, she was meant to remain pure for Gaston and as a lady she had to be chaste and virtuous. But she would often watch the man move elegantly around his cell, tuck a loose strand behind his ear or move his finger along his lips when in thought. She collected those little moments, storing them away in her memory as if they were her little treasures.
His lips were nothing remarkable - just two rather thin lines on his cleanly-shaven face (well, Belle never saw him shave, really, but she could recall how smooth his skin felt under her fingers). His lips were usually pressed tightly together or he'd curl them in a lopsided smile. But Belle often watched them move the rare times he'd speak to her and could not stop wondering, what it would be like to kiss him.
Belle had been kissed before, of course, but the books described a kiss as something magical, breath-taking and ultimately wonderful. Being a little girl, she would often press the back of her palm to her lips, to see how being kissed felt. Later when she kissed one of the servant boys and then Gaston at their betrothal feast, it was nothing like either her palm-kisses or the books. Those kisses were wet, clumsy and Belle couldn't understand why people would ever describe them as anything special, perhaps kissing was just overrated. Yet she wanted to kiss Rumpelstiltskin and she knew it would be different, because she was drawn to him and he was able to produce a whole storm of emotions in her with just a smirk or a raised eye-brow.
One evening, a particularly wicked thought crossed Belle's mind - what if he could use his lips to kiss her someplace else, not on her face - she felt a shiver run down her spine and squirmed. Her cheeks probably gave her away, for they felt hot and most likely turned pink. She glanced at Rumpelstiltskin who sat across from her against the further wall of his cell and seemed to eye her closely.
"What is it", he snapped, irritated by her squirming and the stares she would give him from under her eyelashes.
It seemed to make her face turn even a deeper shade of pink, as it crept down her neck as well.
"I… I don't feel quite alright", Belle said, licking her lips. It was true, she felt warm and she longed to be touched.
Belle saw Rumpelstiltskin's eye darken as he watched her tongue moisturizing her lips. He exhaled noisily and she was thrilled to see how something so simple seemed to capture his full attention.
"Where exactly do you feel unwell, dearie?" His voice was just a low growl that went directly to her sex, making her wetter.
"Here", Belle said, running her fingers along the rim of her cotton shirt.
She felt so wicked, teasing him. She'd never think she had it in her to behave that way. It went against everything she was taught but she didn't care for a second. She liked to have his eyes on her and she realized Rumpelstiltskin enjoyed it as well - his breathing became shallow and he leaned forward a bit to see her better.
Encouraged by his reaction, Belle ran her fingers on top of her breast, giving it a little squeeze. She liked to be watched by him, her arousal overpowering the shame. Keeping their eyes locked, she unlaced the top of her shirt and slid her hand inside. Her fingers felt cool against her chest and her nipples turned into small buds at the contrast. Belle rolled them between her fingers and pinched them in turn, her other hand cupping and massaging her breasts through the fabric. Belle has always found her breasts to be small, they fit in her own hands easily but obviously Rumpelstiltskin found them attractive. He grunted in appreciation but did not make any move towards her, even though he shifted in his seat.
Belle sighed. She promised she would not push him to do anything, but she was randy and she wanted him to desire her as well. She moaned as she kept caressing her breasts, not sure whether she enjoyed the actual sensation or the hungry look in the man's eyes. Belle let her right hand move towards her belly and lower, resting at the top of her trousers. She didn't dare to bare herself for him, or not yet at least. As her fingers lingered on top of her breeches, Belle felt like she'd burst if she kept teasing herself.
"Do it", Rumpelstiltskin's voice was so low he almost hissed.
Belle didn't fight the command, not when that was what she wanted so desperately. Her fingers sneaked into her trousers, finding the source of her desire. She was very wet, and she gathered juices from between her folds to spread them around her clit. She moaned as she captured it between her index and middle fingers, sliding them up and down along the sensitive nub.
"Yessss, that's a good girl", even though Rumpelstiltskin was uncertain about touching her, he did not feel shy with his words.
His deep voice made her desperate. Belle pulled on her clit, rubbing it and rolling it between her fingers, just the way she liked it. She'd done it before, but never had the feeling been so sweet and sharp. She squirmed under her own touch and sighed, she only wished it were his fingers bringing her the pleasure. Belle bit her lips, holding back the moans, but small whimpers and sighs still escaped. She felt both weak and powerful under Rumpelstiltskin's gaze as he encouraged her with words. She couldn't bring herself to concentrate on what he was saying, but the mere sound of the hunger and excitement in his voice and the knowledge that she was watched spurred her on.
Her fingers moved faster, slick with her juices, she was so close, her pussy throbbed with anticipation. Belle's toes curled when she came, crying out. She didn't stop rubbing her clitoris, prolonging her orgasm, until she became too sensitive to touch. Her skin was damp with perspiration and she was panting as if she had just run several miles. Belle felt wanton and light-headed, but she smiled at Rumpelstiltskin.
She was unsure what to say, but somehow she didn't feel ashamed and awkward as she was supposed to. Belle glanced down at his crotch; his cock was hard and bulged out against his breeches. He made no move to touch or cover himself.
"Do you… Uh… Should I?.. Should I touch you too?" Belle didn't expect herself to be so brazen.
She was exhausted but she wanted to touch him if he'd let her. Rumpelstiltskin fancied frightening and intimidating people, but Belle's hunch told her he'd not force her to do anything or hurt her, at least not in this. After all, he's only given her pleasure so far.
Rumpelstiltskin looked at her with surprise, but shook his head in a silent no. Belle felt too drained, both emotionally and physically to argue. She suppressed a yawn and stretched down on her straw mattress.
"Well, if you change your mind in the morning, the offer still stands", she murmured before drifting off to sleep.