Rumpelstiltskin was away on business again. That was the official story. Unofficially, Belle was driving him crazy and he needed to escape and clear his head.
Belle had moved into her own version of Step Four. She followed him around the Dark Castle, innocently doing her chores. She sat next to him while he spun at his wheel, sometimes close enough to rest her head on his shoulder, sometimes on the floor leaning against his knee.
She was everywhere. Fingers brushing when she passed him his tea. Bumping against him was she dusted. Touch, touch, touch, friction.
He had to get away before he ruined his plan.
On the other hand, Belle's plan was going along perfectly. Rumpelstiltskin was running scared and it was adorable. Who knew the Dark One was so silly?
Since he was gone she slept in his bed. It was actually very comfortable. The room was the one she'd woken up in a week ago, the day he'd given her the pomegranate.
Now she rolled over and reluctantly climbed out of bed. Her master would be back tonight. He would be tired, his bed would smell like her, and it was the perfect time to move into step five.
Belle clutched the second Hades and Persephone book to her chest. She hoped everyone would live happily ever after like in her story.
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Late in the evening, Rumpelstiltskin trudged into the Dark Castle. His business had gone awry by, worse, he could not stop thinking about his little maid. He should move into Step Four, slowly increasing physical affections towards her.
Perhaps ignoring her was not driving her mad, but it was him. He wanted to touch, to taste, to worship. He climbed the stairs to his chamber, collapsing on the bed without bothering to undress.
Good heavens and hell, it smelled like her.
He buried his face in the pillow, inhaling, and slept, letting his dreams take over.
She was there (of course she was), a brilliant goddess, full of light. She was dressed in a white tunic, and was coming towards him, arms extended.
"Belle!" Rumpelstiltskin called out, falling on his knees before her, "Please!"
"What do you desire?" the Belle-goddess asked, placing a hand on his head.
"You, please, goddess. I need you," he whispered.
"Speak up Dark One!" she commanded.
"Goddess of light, please, I will worship you eternally!" Rumpelstiltskin cried, sitting up, waking himself.
"Rumpelstiltskin?" a quiet voice called. The Dark One looked around in a frantic dream-induced terror.
It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust. Belle had come into his bedroom, dressed only in sheet wrapped around her.
"Rumpelstiltskin?" she asked again.
"Please goddess!" he cried, trowing himself off the bed and at her feet.
"Rumpel?" Belle said a third time, "What-?"
"Please, be my queen, and I will worship you forever. Let me make you my queen, please goddess," he begged.
"Yes," Belle whispered.
"W-what?" he looked up at her.
"Yes," Belle said more firmly, letting the sheet fall to the floor, leaving herself completely naked before him, "I will be your queen."
He stood slowly, hands running up her skin and he kissed her. Her hips, her navel, the valley between her breasts, her throat.
"Are you sure?" he murmured, hands catching her hips.
"Yes, Dark One, your queen commands you," she said, looking up a him.
Rumpelstiltskin's eyes darkened, and a feral grin crossed his lips. He picked her up, carrying her to the bed he sat her on the edge. Belle licked her lips as he knelt at her feet, opening her legs. He lifted one foot and kissed the sole of it. He kissed her ankle, the underside of her knee, the inside of her thigh.
Belle inhaled, sharply as he spread her legs farther and lowered his head, running his tongue across her moist folds. He used his fingers to spread her as he continued to lap at her hot core. Belle moaned, her head falling back, hands grabbing at the blankets.
His tongue slid inside her, and he hummed in pleasure of her taste. He moved to catch her sensitive bundle of nerves between his teeth. Belle cried out, orgasm shaking her body. He continued, bringing her to climax a second time, and the third when her arms gave out and she fell back onto the bed.
Rumpelstiltskin stood, lifting her to lay on the pillow.
"My queen," he whispered, "I will kiss every inch of your body. I will worship you until you cannot scream any longer. Be mine forever, my goddess of light."
"Forever," Belle gasped. He kissed her stomach, running his tongue against a nipple.
"Forever," she said again, as he latched on to her nipple, sucking like a babe. She arched up, pushing herself farthing into his mouth.
"My beauty," he breathed, kissing her throat, finding the purse point and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
He kissed her throat again, using magic to rid himself of his clothes.
"Forever," he said, pushing his length inside of her. He moved as gently as he could, knowing that is was her first time, but he also pushed himself as deep as he could.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as she was stretched in ways she never imagined. She felt full, and so connected to Rumpelstiltskin.
Above her, his eyes locked with her's, "my love," he said.
Pulling out he thrust again and again, finding a firm, consistent pace. His hands held fast to her hips to steady himself, his grip so tight he accidentally left bruises like fingerprints on her.
Belle clenched around him, crying out as she came. Rumpelstiltskin buried his face in the curve of her throat as she drive him over the edge, spilling himself inside her with a moan.
He rolled onto his side and Belle wrapped her arms around him. He tucked her under his chin, safe and warm. She sighed, content.
"Forever," she whispered.
"Forever," he agreed.