When Belle opened her eyes, the dungeon was dimly lit by the torch again. Turning her head, she caught Rumpelstiltskin sitting across from her, his back against the wall. The light didn't reach his face but Belle was sure he was watching her. She stretched, sat up and smiled at him.

"Morning," she said softly.

She realized her appearance was a total mess. Her lips felt swollen from kissing and her hair was in complete disarray, furthermore she would really like to change her clothing. Rumpelstiltskin's outfit, in turn, looked impeccable as always. The man may not be handsome, but he surely knew how to dress.

"Could you um… clean me up a bit?" Belle waved her hand over her body. "If that's not too much to ask."

"And what will a get in return?" His voice was low and…suggestive. "You know, dearie, everything has its price."

Belle chewed on her lips before replying – an old habit from her childhood which often got her scowls and weird looks from proper ladies. She was sure Rumpelstiltskin was just teasing her and he'd probably do as she asked even without receiving anything back, but she decided to play along.

"A kiss," she said simply.

Rumpelstiltskin snorted and waved his hand, wrapping Belle in the purple haze of his magic. She sighed contently when her clothes had been cleaned and her hair was straightened in a neat braid. Standing up she walked across her small cell and pressed her face between the wooden bars.

"A kiss for my savior now?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"You do not have to do this," Rumpelstiltskin was suddenly somber.

"What if I want to?"

"Then the lady should do as she pleases," he gave her a curt nod as the approached her.

More confident about touching him now and grateful for being able to see him, Belle cupped his face in her hands. He seemed so imposing in his high-collar jacket and it was almost hard to believe it was the same man who kissed her so passionately the night before. Raising herself up on her toes to reach him better, Belle placed light kisses on his cheeks, slowly moving towards the corners of his mouth, before his stern glares could rob her of all of her bravery. Rumpelstiltskin's lips were pressed together and she tried to coax them open with her tongue. She was successful after a few licks and he parted his lips, deepening the kiss, responding quite enthusiastically but letting her take the lead.

Belle closed her eyes, melting into the kiss. She could feel sparkles of desire deep within her, but it wasn't as rapid and consuming as yesterday's. It was more of a slow-burning that would eventually overpower her but for now she simply enjoyed the kiss - not speculating on where it could lead. She was confident there was time for them to explore each other so Belle merely cherished the moment without the urge to achieve a climax.

However, the man seemed to have other ideas. Apparently changing his mind about Belle being the only one to show the initiative, Rumpelstiltskin shifted to press closer to her, running his hands down her back, the warmth of his palms seeping into her skin through the thin fabric. His movements were meticulous and precise, touching her in the right places, less hesitant now than they were the night before. He did put out the lights again though and Belle felt somewhat disappointed. On the other hand, she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes open when he was kissing her like that.

His lips moved to her neck, nibbling and giving little licks right on the sensitive spot just under her ears. Belle moaned at the same time as one of Rumpelstiltskin's palms slipped inside her pants, rubbing along her already slick clitoris. She didn't even realize she was so wet as his fingers separated her inner folds gently to gather some moisture before returning to her clit, rubbing the hood in a circular motion with the perfect amount of pressure. Belle whimpered, his touch too overwhelming for her to last. She felt weak in the knees as Rumpelstiltskin's mouth covered one of her breasts and he sucked her nipple through the shirt. The fabric, wet with his saliva, clang to her chest like a second skin and provided very little barrier against his wicked tongue. He sucked harder, raking his teeth over the sensitive nub lightly. Belle tried to steady herself by holding onto his shoulders as Rumpelstiltskin switched to the other breast, repeating the caress.

Belle's nipples had never been particularly sensitive, but when he flicked his tongue across them in turn, she felt as if there was a direct connection between her breasts and her pussy. Her orgasm was approaching too fast, irreversible and merciless like a tide and Belle shuddered, becoming undone, the whole world ceasing to exist. She could only feel his fingers rubbing her and the gentle pressure of his mouth on her breast and she came, crying out, her inner walls clenching and the blood pounding in her ears. She squeezed her eyelids so hard she could see white stars appear and for a few moments she was oblivious to anything but the heat in her lower belly, the pleasure unbelievably intense, raising up to envelop her body. Belle was amazed she had the power to stand up through it.

"That was just… Thank you!" she said, breathless and sure she could not possibly find the right words for what she was feeling, kissed him, reaching down to the front of his pants and rubbed the flat of her palm against his crotch.

With a grunt, Rumpelstiltskin freed his erection from the constraints of his pants, pulling at the Belle's shirt to expose her stomach. It didn't take him long, only a few short strokes of his hand until his cock exploded. Belle winced a little, more with surprise than anything else, when thick hot fluid covered her belly, but she didn't pull away.

Rumpelstiltskin's hand spread his semen around her skin, rubbing his fingertips in small circles, before it could trickle lower. It was strange but not unpleasant and Belle let him do it.

After several minutes, Rumpelstiltskin re-lit the torch and restored her clothing, her shirt clean and dry once again, leaving no evidence of his messy enjoyment. His hand was dry as it cupped her cheek, only a faint trace of musk still clinging to it.

"Sorry about that," he said quietly, his eyes worried.

Belle only smiled and leaned against his chest.