Rumpelstiltskin was pacing around the room, he had let Belle try a spell and now it was getting to disastrous results…Including lowering his guard. It made him have a higher response to Belle, whatever she did what maximized in his eyes. So really, it was her fault that he grabbed her wrist when she was trying to mop up the results of the spell from his pants.

"Rumple," her tongue caressed his nickname in a way that no one else had ever spoken it, causing him to tingle all over, it started in his toes and went up to his nose, making him wrinkle it in an attempt to calm down.

"Yes, Belle?" Rumpelstiltskin tried not to look Belle in the eye, he didn't want to show her the lust that was in his eyes.

"What have I done?" her bottom lip popped out from her mouth, making him pull her closer to him by her wrist. She giggled, slightly, in a nervous manner.

"Remember how the spell was supposed to smooth your hands, pretty lady?" Rumpelstiltskin swore up and down later the nickname came out without a thought, but gods, it felt right to call her pretty.

"Yes, because my hands aren't built for the work you used to have me doing." Belle agreed, nodding. "What did I do wrong and what's it done to you?" she asked worriedly.

"Well, ah," Rumpelstiltskin struggled to choose his words carefully. Belle was still new to the world of lovemaking, and he didn't want to taint her too soon, too fast.

"Yes, yes, tell me so I can fix it. Please, Rumple," she begged, wringing her hands in her lap as she sat down in his.

"Well, it makes me more….affectionate…for one, love," he began. "And it, uh, puts me in the…mood… But that's no matter. There are plenty of places I can go to sort this out, dearest. Don't fear," Rumpelstiltskin told her.

Instead of calming her down, she looked almost enraged at the idea of him going somewhere else to sort out his problem, when Belle was right there. "Rumpelstiltskin." she growled out in to his ear, her eyes looking dark and dangerous.

"Yes, Belle?" his voice was dangerously close to a squeak, a noise he hadn't made since he became the Dark One.

"You can't." she pleaded first, her voice a whimper in his ear, as she buried her head in his neck.

"Can't what, my dear?"

"Go to a whorehouse. That's against the deal." she cried out, her voice getting close to crying.

"Pretty princess, how do you know that word?" he asked her in confusion and surprise, as he pet her hair gently, soothingly.

"Avoiding the question are we?" she asked, her voice getting stronger with fear holding it's grip on her. Fear that she was losing her hold on the man who held her now.

"Belle, I have to. T-to do this, both of us would have to be active participants…. You can't soothe this one, my love." he tried to convince her, but she was having none of it.

"Rumpelstiltskin Gold," she spat out. "I am not made of glass. I won't break if you touch me. You should know that by now." she looked offended now.

"My love, a thousand apologies. Begging your pardon, but I'm afraid you don't understand…. We would have to, ah, make love." Rumpelstiltskin spoke gently, again trying to pet her hair, offering a soothing word or two in the mix.

"Rumpelstiltskin, I don't care." she didn't use any pet names now, she was too enraged. "You aren't going to a whorehouse for a simple reason; You're mine. And. I. Don't. Share." she growled out.

"Belle, I don't want your, our, first time to be because of a spell. I want it to mean as much to you as it will to me." he tried to explain.

"And what if I want it too? Huh, Rumpelstiltskin? Will you still deny me the right to hold you and make you mine in all forms?" She practically dared him to reject her.

"Say it, then. Say it, and I'm yours." Rumpelstiltskin knew she could feel the moment she cracked him. There wasn't any use in denying it, Rumpelstiltskin belonged to someone now, and that someone was Lady Belle French.

"I want it, Rumple…" she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "I want you." she corrected herself.

And with that, Rumpelstiltskin Gold put his lips on his lady's, all resolve crumpling beneath their touches, getting more and more tender as they went along, until they were naked in front of each other.

"I love you." he whispered, and he did. He loved her so much, he was willing to give her anything she wanted. "I love you too, Rumple," she whispered in response, shivering under his touch.

He was gentle, he really was, and had even thought to send a spiral of magic before he entered her, trying to soothe the pain of her first time.

"Baby, don't be gentle, I can handle anything." Rumpelstiltskin heard the singing in his ear as she gasped in pleasure.

"Take what you need." Rumpelstiltskin moaned, letting her know how much he appreciated her words.

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