Belle returned to sleeping in his bed, claiming it was larger and more comfortable than hers. He teased her, offering to enlarge her bed and earned himself a swat on the arm for the lack of being subtle. He was happy she did sleep at his side, even if they - well, usually just Belle - simply did sleep.
Rumpelstiltskin discovered that she preferred other locations for less innocent tasks than sleep. Her newly acquired passion for the armchair still made him chuckle. He found her there one afternoon, engrossed in the book when it was time for their usual potion class - the girl was inclined to brewing, mesmerized by the subtle beauty of the changing colours in the cauldron left to simmer. Rumpelstiltskin didn't insist on teaching her anything else; it was best that she avoided any dark spells and he admired yet was quite puzzled by the fact that she seemed indifferent to experiencing the intoxicating surge of magic running through her veins.
He was a little worried she might have been outside (despite the fact that he made sure the ring would protect her this time), although Belle was more cautious now and shyly asked him to stay around when she wished to tend her roses.
So Rumpelstiltskin felt relieved discovering that a book on potions was a reason for her tardiness. He approached her soundlessly and put on a face, crossing his arms in front of him, but the girl didn't honour his strict posture with as much as a glance. He snatched the book from her, holding it between his thumb and forefinger as if it was poisonous and flicked his wrist, making the offending volume disappear.
"Hey, I was reading that!"
"Oh were, you really?" Rumpelstiltskin pressed a hand over his heart and bulged his eyes out. "Silly me, I should have deduced that's what you were doing."
"Please return it," Belle made the most adorable pout, stretching her arm out and looked at him expectantly.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"I did say please, didn't I?" Belle seemed convinced the book would materialize again and just drop onto her palm and her voice turned a bit annoyed when that didn't happen.
"You were late for my class," he chided, wiggling a finger at her.
"A lady is never late, you simply came to the tower early," Belle replied cheekily in a tone sounded suspiciously similar to his manner of speaking and Rumpelstiltskin just had to kiss those lips, which led to more than one kiss.
He missed her so much, the days of worrying and misunderstanding making it seem like it'd been forever since he last he tasted her sweet lips. He couldn't blame Belle for it. Of course, the fighting was entirely his fault. He didn't deserve her, every small glance and touch being a blessing, but her irresistible beauty, both inner and outward appearance, called to him, making him want to succumb to her, to breathe in the scent of her hair and forget about everything else in the world.
Belle was always so eager, so soft and warm under his fingers, her tongue wickedly brushing the spots in his mouth in a way that would make him hard in no time. She knew exactly what kind of effect she had on him, and she pushed herself closer, the stiff points of her nipples grazing against his chest through the thin fabric of his silk shirt.
He teased her mercilessly that time, with his fingers and his mouth, blowing warm air over her clit that made her tighten and beg until he finally gave her what she wanted. Rumpelstiltskin was delighted by her moans and whimpers, taking immense pride in the fact that he could reduce her to babbling.
He tried to draw out more of those delicious sighs from her. He also found that she needed very little time to recover from her orgasm until she could reach the peak of her pleasure again. He experimented with it, stopping only when she'd say she could no longer stand it.
When Rumpelstiltskin finally entered her, not bothering to undress them and only raising her skirts up and getting the bottom of her underthings out of the way, he closely watched as his cock gradually penetrated her. He pulled out until only the head of his prick was inside and the shaft glistened with the copious amounts of her juices, before slowly sliding back in, feeling her pussy clench and quiver around him in the most delicious way. Normally, he hated the sight of himself naked - any part of his ugly exposed form was another reminder of his twisted nature - but he couldn't divert his eyes from the sight that time. His dark skin provided a stark contrast to Belle's tender pink sex and he watched in awe as his cock disappeared between her plump labia. She blushed when she caught him looking, the colour from her cheeks spreading all the way down her chest, covered by her dress and he regretted not stripping her fully naked to admire how far the flush could go.
Belle pulled herself up, bracing herself on the armrests to glance down where their bodies joined. Her position must have felt uncomfortable, her neck strained at the awkward angle, but she didn't move away. Resting her forehead against his, Belle whispered something completely incomprehensible and reached tentatively to stroke the length of his cock. Her fingers immediately became sticky with the juices she was producing and she spread her index and middle finger into a v-shape, pressing them at her entrance as the softness of her palm rotated against her protruding clitoris.
The hard pressure of her hand complemented the moist heat of her inner walls and Rumpelstiltskin just wanted to abandon the remains of his self-control, to pound into her hard, seeking his release, to splash his hot thick cum inside her, to thrust as deep as he could until he'd be totally spent and breathless. He didn't give into the temptation though.
Strange as it was, just pursuing his own pleasure, as attractive as it may seem, would not satisfy him fully. He wanted Belle to cum around his cock, to scream his name or even better to make her forget her words, to see her wild and thrashing, desperate and convulsing, to see her break apart. He knew she was bringing herself close, the movements of her palm becoming more insistent and purposeful, but he was on the very edge and her own build-up was too slow. She only needed a little push but the damn dress was in the way, making it impossible to reach her breasts. Rumpelstiltskin grunted and tightened his grip on her hips, manoeuvring the girl closer to him with only the top of her back remaining on the seat of the chair. He bent closer, sliding his roughly scaled cheek against hers until his lips grazed the shell of her ear.
"You like it, don't you?" his voice was sensually low and a bit husky, vibrating through his chest. Rumpelstiltskin jabbed his hips forward, making sure there was no mistake in what he meant by it and Belle moaned in response, closing her eyes but they snapped open when he kept talking.
"You are so hot and tight around me, love, squeezing my cock like you long to keep me inside."
He thrust harder, his hoarse moan joining hers as the tip of his member brushed the sweet point deep in her pussy.
"How does it feel, to have my thick prick stretch you so wide, to have me - oh - slide so damn far in you?"
Her eyes regarded him with shock, but there was something else in her face - excitement and a low burning of need. Her inner muscles clenched around him stronger and her breath was coming faster. She liked to hear him talk, she said she found his voice quite pleasant and his manner of speech very expressive, but it was different. She liked to be talked to in this way, his words stirring the wicked part of her and Rumpelstiltskin admired the twinkle in her eyes and the needy mewling noises she made. Belle licked her lips, as if she intended to actually answer him but appeared to be powerless and unable to form a coherent word.
"I want you to work your hand until you're no longer able to hold it back. I want to feel you spasm around me as your pleasure washes over you."
Neither of them paid any mind to the indecent, wet slapping noises their bodies made. Her fingers pinched and rolled her clit, her pussy feeling even hotter as she neared her peak.
"Gods, Belle, you feel so good wrapped around me and I just want to keep thrusting into you, harder and faster until I fill you with my hot cum," he flicked his tongue against her earlobe and she sobbed, the muscles in her body tense. "Would you like that, hmm? To feel me throb as I coat you with my seed?"
He bit down on her neck, sucking hard and caressing the fluttering pulse of her point and the girl shuddered, breaking into myriad pieces.
"Yes! Oh argh yes!" She shrieked as the orgasm hit her body, making her arch off the chair, her hands gripping the armrests hard and her nails digging into the fabric. Rumpelstiltskin cursed and drove himself deep with a groan, driving his cock inside her as far as he could reach and holding still as it indeed pulsed, sending waves of pleasure through him.
He was spent after a few intense moments, but didn't move until he could feel his member soften and shrink.
He fixed and cleaned them up with magic, erasing any evidence of their activities and Belle gave him a lazy smile.
"How do you manage to balance off those small uses of magic all the time?"
"Not to worry, there's usually a very small price for some comfort, I won't even notice it," he rose onto his feet gracefully, offering the girl his hand to help her stand up. "Trying to find out all of my secrets, darling?"
"No, that might take more than one lifetime, I'm afraid," she replied coyly. "Besides, we could find a better use for our time, don't you think?" She grinned but he didn't take the bait. While he was worried he might have gone too far, talking to her and putting in words what they were doing, Belle didn't seem insulted by it afterwards.
"Precisely my thinking, sweetheart. If I remember correctly, you have a potion to finish and you've already been late in attending to it. Luckily, I knew a thing or two about preservation charms."
"Oh. Um... Thank you." She took his arm and followed him to the lab.
Her fingers followed along the lines of her potion book for the instructions when Belle was startled by a sound of shattering glass. She jerked her head up to find Rumpelstiltskin, right hand in the air, frowning at the remains of a vial on the floor.
That was odd. She could imagine herself doing something like that, but his clever fingers were quick and precise when handling things. The man always took extra care and she had never seen him drop anything. It was impossible.
"Wha-at happened?" She squeaked, realizing how silly she sounded. It was obvious, what happened, but she couldn't just understand how he could be clumsy enough to break something.
"Oh, it's nothing, darling," he replied, still looking at his hand curiously. Rumpelstiltskin wiggled and flexed the fingers of his right hand several times before letting it drop to his side. "Just a small mishap," he offered, cleaning up the shreds of glass and the spilled substance in a blink of an eye.
"You must distract me more than I realized, you wicked little thing."
Belle smiled weakly at his taunting and decided not to say anything. After all, their newly made peace could be just as fragile as the glass vial. She hated arguing and turning into an insufferable nagging creature.
It was just an accident and she probably had already given it more attention than necessary.