As they clear the house, Belle and Gideon prepare for their new life outside Storybrooke. But there's still the little matter of her father's funeral to get through. Meanwhile, Killian gets news that puts paid to their weekend break. And Ruby finally reunites with her friends.
[ED NOTE: As we're drawing toward the end of the story, this chapter's a little more sexually graphic (but not by much) than the others. If that bothers you, you may want to wait for the follow up. Still, I hope you enjoy. Fi xx]
Gold House – the following morning
It'd just turned seven, and Neal waited behind the wheel of his father's black limo for his little brother to reappear. He'd already arranged to have the car collected and sold after he left, and just thought it'd be easier to use it for travelling around Storybrooke rather than a thumping great truck? It was likely to be another long day. He'd arrived three days ago, with another four to go, and frankly he was keener than ever to finally leave the strange town. Before he'd been killed, he'd only been in here less than a fortnight, and he didn't particularly like the place then, either.
"Okay, bud?" He asked as Gideon reappeared, opening a door and getting in the back, where he'd already fixed a booster seat, putting his computer bag in beside him. He noticed how the gifted four-year-old seemed unusually serious this morning? Deep in thought. "Everything okay? Did you get what you wanted?"
"Uh?" Gideon looked up as though he'd only just noticed his brother talking to him . "Um, yeah. She wanted me to just take it out of her purse and go? I got some. I'm okay."
"Well, I've got cash too if you need more, so just ask, okay?"
Gideon, needing pocket money for the day, had gone into his parents' old bedroom to find some. His father usually kept some on his dressing table, which he used to allowed him to take when needed. With no papa here, he walked in to ask his mum, but had completely forgotten Miss Blanchard was staying with them until they all went back to Portland.
But seeing no cash on the top, he'd stepped closer to rouse his sleeping mother to ask her.
It was fairly unusual for mama to still be asleep at seven, as both his parents were early risers. But she was definitely snoozing, and Miss Blanchard, also asleep next to her, appeared to be hugging her from close behind, with a bare left arm draped over his mother, almost protectively.
"Mum?" He whispered close to her ear, so not to wake up the other woman. "Mum? Wake up?"
"Uh?" She groaned sleepily. "Wha…?"
"Mama, can I have some pocket money? Neal's taking me out again, and he's outside, waiting for me."
"Ugh," an eye opened as she slowly started to wake, to find her four-year-old staring down at her. But her sleepy smile at seeing her boy instantly evaporated the moment she realised she was currently lying naked under the thin summer bedsheets, her chest barely covered and her arms and shoulders fully exposed. Worse, Snow, equally naked, was currently spooning her from behind, with an arm draped over her barely hidden chest.
Shit!
"Giddy! You should ALWAYS knock before you walk in? You know that!"
Unfortunately, she'd stopped whispering, causing Snow to stir behind her, eyes still closed but rolling away and onto her back, which in turn led to her entire upper half being exposed above the sheets.
"But you said-"
"GIDDY, JUST GO!" Belle yelled unexpectedly, seeing Snow and realising their current predicament, which in turn made Snow fully alert, quickly reaching down to pull up the sheets, to protect their modesty. "GET OUT, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"
"Erm" Even at his tender age, seeing Snow bared breasts, Gideon realised the awkward situation.
"GO!" She repeated, a fraction less harshly, adding as he turned and fled. "My purse is in my handbag, over there by the door? Take it downstairs with you, take out what you need, and leave everything else on the kitchen table!"
He didn't argue, instead grabbing the bag on the way out.
And a minute later he was climbing into his father's car.
Havana, Cuba
Nearly two thousand miles south of Storybrooke, Olivia woke to find herself alone in the middle of the bed in their hotel suite. And deep voices coming from nearby.
They'd just spent the last three weeks in a hotel in downtown Havana. She'd loved it, but now she'd seen enough and was just about ready to leave. Plus, she was still missing a certain someone.
In the weeks they'd been here, they'd explored all the best sights during the days, and the best bars and clubs at night. And they'd even got into the local scene. So much so, the openly bi couple had even invited several people back to their suite over the last three weeks. There'd been the tall, exotic bar owner, who could've quite easily passed for Sofia Vergara. There'd been the young and gorgeous Brazilian couple who'd certainly given them a night to remember. And there'd been the handsome nightclub dancer they'd met last night, who'd been blatantly flirting with Jerard all evening. In fact, it was Ramon who'd joined them in their bed last night, and whose deep baritone voice could now be heard talking to her boyfriend on the hotel balcony.
But she didn't want to get up with him still here, deciding instead to stay in bed till he'd gone.
Ramon had certainly been nice enough. But even though he was very handsome, and good in bed, he had a certain overly macho quality about him which she found slightly overwhelming after a couple of hours. So much so, that Jerard, having already read her mind and sensed her growing reserve, took it on himself to occupy far more of Ramon's attention. So, feigning a mild headache, she'd sat back and watched as Jerard buggered the man senseless, as Ramon had him, only minutes earlier. It'd certainly been a turn on. So much so, she decided to relieve herself as she sat watching them. And as he saw her pleasuring herself, Ramon had no doubt assumed watching their passionate gay encounter was her primary stimulus. And not the memories coming to her mind of sharing a bed with a beautiful brunette and her insatiable friend, who'd left them to travel to New York three weeks ago.
She rose twenty minutes later, after hearing Jerard finally show him to the door.
"I thought he'd never leave?" She grumbled, reaching for the coffee pot. "While I don't mind the cigar smell of a night time, I'd rather not have it in our own rooms?"
"I guessed. That's why I took him onto the balcony, ma chérie. Did you sleep well?"
"Okay, I guess. Sorry to be a bit grouchy, but-"
"It's fine, ma petite. I admit, I was tiring of him myself towards the end of the night. I could tell your feelings towards him had waned towards the end." He gave her a sympathetic smile, pecking her cheek. "Do you still want to visit Varadero later?"
"Would you mind if we don't? We've had three busy days and I'm not really in the mood for beaches. You go if you want, but I think I'd rather hang around here? Or go back to the market."
"No problem, I'd rather not go up there alone anyway. I'm just about to make myself some French toast. You want some?" She nodded but he could see she was a little down. "I sense something else is wrong other than a guest who outstayed his welcome. Let me guess? Would it have something to do with missing a certain Lady Belle?" Her eyes widened. "Still no news?"
"Not a thing." She could deny it, but he could read her like a book, and she was still anxious of disappointing him. He'd already told her she was smitten by the auburn beauty who'd sailed with them all the way from Maine for just over a month. "She said she was going to be travelling around and spending time with her son, and stuff? But she's been gone over a fortnight now?"
"Have you tried texting her?"
"Nope, I didn't want to chase. She said she'd reach out when she's ready."
"Have you spoken to Ruby?"
"I left messages, but I haven't heard back. Jer, you know how I hate to be thought clingy, but do you think they just saw us as some sort of temporary…fun?"
"Well, we did both parade our lifestyle for what it was, and they seemed to not only accept but embrace it? And let's be honest, haven't we both accidentally broken a few hearts over years? Amelia, the chalet girl who's heart you stole back in Lucerne? Or Marcus, who took you to Morocco? I think by the end they were both looking for something more than a mere holiday romance. Amelia certainly was."
"I know. It's just…"
"This time, your own heart's has been taken by Belle?" Her sad eyes all but confirmed it. "My darling, just because you once chose to renounce permanent relationships due to your broken heart, it doesn't mean you have to renounce them forever! People change."
"I know." She sighed heavily, taking a gulp of coffee. "It's just…what about you and me? The three-year plan? Australia? All the things we'd planned?"
"My love, you can't let me be the reason to stand in the way of your heart if it's being pulled! If you truly wish to be with her, you need to be honest and open, First with yourself, then with her."
"But what if she doesn't see me that way? What if all she DID want was a quick fling after her marriage fell apart?"
"It's possible, but you must take the risk by finding out. Livvy, I love you more than I've loved any woman who's ever walked the earth, including my ex-wife. I want your happiness. So, I'll still be here for you regardless, either as your friend to encourage you in your pursuit, or even a crutch to help pick up the pieces if you're unsuccessful."
There was a long silence, as they stared out the window from the balcony, the morning sun shining over the Straits of Florida. Until finally:
"What do you think I should do?"
"Talk to her. And keep trying Ruby till you reach her. Tell them how much you miss them both and ask after her? Or, if you're ready for a full romantic gesture, you could fly up and see her."
"Fly? You mean leave you here, on your own?"
He sniggered. "I'm a big boy Livvy. I've mastered sailing my little vessel across an entire ocean on my own before. I'm sure I can manage to get up the west coast once again.
"Alone? But you'd…hang on…west coast? But what about Jamaica?"
"I somehow think it won't be quite so much fun without you. Besides, I've been thinking a lot about your recent ideas for a base and organising tourist trips? We could even run it together. Cape Cod or Martha's Bay certainly has its appeal? And there's certainly plenty of potential paying punters with more money than sense up there? You never know, if Belle reacts positively to you, we could even consider Portland for a base? It'd be fine for the summer, if a bit too cold for me in their winters? I could even travel south then and take vacations someone more agreeable."
"You'd really do that?" Tears started welling in her eyes. "You'd put down roots? For me?"
"Why not? Maybe it's time for this old sailor to think about settling down, too."
"You, settle? No chance!"
"We can all change, my love. We just need to find the right…motivation? Or right person to change for."
"Well, if I do fly up there, I don't want you replacing me with some Girl Friday! Or a Man Friday, for that matter?"
"Ah, that I cannot promise you! We all have our needs, Livvy. Besides, I think if this seadog were to settle down, it'd be with a woman, not a man. Men can be terribly competitive and irritating after the initial passion has cooled, I've found."
"In all the time I've known you, I've never heard you talk like this. What brought it on?"
"When we first arrived here, when the four of us toured the covered market, I remember seeing a young English couple pushing their baby in a, what would you call it, a buggy? The baby was a little blonde beauty, and she even reminded me of you, a little? The little family looked blissfully happy and as they stopped at a café we walked past; her papa lifted her out and held her in his arms and looked almost…serene? Joyous, with pride. I'd like to feel that for myself one day."
"This is a whole side of you I've never seen before," Olivia beamed, moving closer and putting her hands to his cheeks before pressing her lips against his. "One way or another, whatever happens to me I'm never letting you go as my best friend. I know for certain you'd make a brilliant dad and one way or another I'm going to help you make it happen."
Swan House, Storybrooke
"When are you planning on leaving?"
"Well, I rather thought we could all sail together? Personally, I'd like to get us all away from this place for a while. Might do us some good?"
Last night, Killian had sat down with Baelfire, the only son of his beloved and sorely missed first love Milah, and first love of his wife, Emma. It'd been a strange start to the conversation in Robin's pub, as a small part of him had imagined the resurrected son of The Dark One still had feelings towards Emma. Although she'd deny it till her dying day, he knew in his heart she still had some feelings towards Henry's biological father. But in all the time they were together earlier that day, Bae had seemed in a rush to get on and give him the messages in a notebook he carried, apparently dictated in the afterlife. He seemed determined not to discuss Emma, who he'd already spoken to earlier. He read from notes that'd apparently been written for him, as they were spoken. From Alice, the mother he could barely remember, who'd died when he was only three. She mentioned how proud she was of him. For going through the darkness, his centuries-old obsession for vengeance, and coming out the other side, eventually turning from being a villain, to a hero. How one day she would meet him in the afterlife, hold him in her arms, and introduce him to a whole side of his family he'd never even known. Then there was Liam, his much lamented and devoted big brother, his guide for so many years. He and Liam had already forgiven one other and made peace during his unfortunate trip to the Underworld. Liam also told him of his pride in his younger brother's achievements, and that if he kept the faith and stayed on the right side, all past sins would be forgiven by the Celestial Court, and they'd be reunited.
Milah, Baelfire's own mother had asked him to pass on messages that she was still very much in love with him, that she'd been watching over him closely, and that she was mightily impressed by how well he fathered young Hope. Even more so after recent difficulties. And he was even more surprised when Bae read out her message that he should continue to keep his faith and trust in Emma. That having met her, she trusted her, and she was a worthy love and wife.
But it was the final messages from his father, Brennan, that shook him. He wanted to let him know that he forgave him for his murder at the behest of the Evil Queen. How he was so proud of how he'd turned out in the end. But then Brennan raised his concerns for his third son, also named Liam in honour of his eldest boy.
'He's currently lying in a London hospital, alone, and seriously ill. Cancer, I believe? He's had so many misfortunes in his life ever since the day I passed over, and no one he could rely on to help him through them all. Killian, if you can find it in your heart to bring him back and let The Sorcerer treat him, as he has his own daughter, you could give him a new life? A reason to live? If you can't do it for me, do it for yourself my boy. Because you're a hero now, and heroes always do the right thing.'
He'd even turned the notebook and read the words for himself.
"You're serious? All of us swanning off and sailing to England? How many months would that take?"
"Not months, days! Bae told me Merlin could provide the means to create a new portal, saving time. We could have him out of there, and back here in the land of magic, within the week."
"Killian, I'm not so sure. It's still a long way to go, and I'm not sure Hope would be-"
"DAMMIT, YOU'RE MY WIFE, EMMA" His suddenly raised voice got her full attention. "My wife! I haven't asked much of you these last few months, and I've bent over backwards for you and your family over the years, so I think a bit of support the other way would be-"
"OKAY, OKAY, I GET IT!" Emma cut him off, trying to calm him, knowing she was probably being a little selfish. "You're right, it's important. If you really want us to go with you, of course we'll go. So, when are thinking?"
"Within days. We could be ready by Saturday."
"Then I guess I'd better cancel this weekend's booking? I'll give them a call." She tried to hide her disappointment. It was the same hotel they'd booked into a month ago, during her mother's operation. The hotel where they'd also met the enthusiastic concierge who'd given them a wonderful evening. And night. She'd already texted to let her know they were coming, and she seemed more than keen to meet again.
"Better give Clare a call, too? I know you were looking forward to next weekend Swan, but I think this takes priority, don't you?"
"Er, yeah, of course.
Havana
"Ruby, is that really you?"
Olivia was delighted when she heard the voice on the other end, after answering the call from an unknown number, as it had already rung three times without leaving messages. "I thought you'd dropped off the edge of the world?"
"Hi Livvy! Lovely to hear your voice again and yeah, this is my new number? I lost the other phone, but it was a cheapy, and I couldn't transfer the number? I only found yours by accident after I went through all my things. How're you? Are you still in Cuba?"
"All the better hearing you. Yes, we're still at the same hotel where you left us, but we're going to be leaving here soon. Where are you now?"
"Back in Portland, looking at properties. We've booked a little bed and breakfast to stay for the month, but I need to find something quick, before Belle gets back here with our friend next week?"
"So, she's still not with you?" That was a disappointment. "Where is she? Did she get her son back?"
"Yeah, Gideon's with her. I spoke to her yesterday, and she's clearing out her old place? Or places, as they had a huge mansion on the edge of town, a flat above the library and a shop? She's taking a little longer than she planned as, sadly, her dad died just after she got there."
"Oh no, poor Belle! How's she coping?"
They chatted for a few minutes, giving each other updates on the last week. About their adventures around the island; Belle attending her dad's funeral on Friday; her former husband's adult son helping her organise and ship back her things to Portland; and her planning to bring Mary-Margaret back with her, where they'd start looking at suitable café and hotel sites together.
"God, I can't tell you how much I've missed you guys! I loved everything about last month and I really missed that heat? So where are you going next? Jer mentioned Jamaica when I was there. Sounds fantastic."
"Yeah, we've really missed the two of you. About that? There's been a bit of a change of plan?"
The Gold Mansion
Having got up and slipped on a dressing gown the moment she heard the front door slam behind him, Belle looked out the window as the limo left to head up the long drive and out. She'd only had Gideon back a few days, and she felt as guilty as hell as for screaming at him, for what had been an innocent mistake.
"I'm sorry to have been the cause." Snow, also retrieving a gown, stepped up behind her, following her gaze. "I shouldn't have put you in a compromising position, like that. At the very least I should've put on something before we went to sleep."
"We both should've, but it happened anyway. It's not your fault."
~oOo~
Last night…
After their bath together had developed into something more heated, the pair had come out and dried off. One thing led to another, and they'd started touching one another from the moment they went under the sheets. Touching soon led to fingering and they'd both peaked within minutes, with their fingers inside each other as they mirrored one another's actions.
Catching their respective breath and assuming Snow, in her current state, would be tired after that, Belle was surprised to find she had other ideas.
"Belle? Would you allow me to…erm…taste you?"
Her eyes widened. "I imagined you'd want to go to sleep?" But the curious eyes staring back said otherwise, prompting a lust laden grin. "Yes, but only if I can taste you, as well?"
"Shouldn't be a problem," her heart once again quickening by the second, Snow quickly pulled back the sheets to reveal them again as she rose to her knees, moving to climb and squat over the head of the former librarian as she positioned herself, careful not to lower herself too much, giving her space to breathe. Belle now found herself staring at one extremely very red core and lips and responding by widening her own thighs to allow her lover easier access. "Oh...my…god!" She groaned as she felt Snow's tongue swipe over her labia and entrance for the very first time, before slipping inside, moaning as she did so. "Mmmm."
Belle's eyes rolled back in bliss. But she had her own mission, lifting her head and swiping the other woman's pussy in turn before sliding her own tongue inside Snow as far as she could get it, twisting and pressing her entire mouth against her to get a best angle as they remained joined as one for a brief few seconds, almost working in synch. Then tongues withdrew to attack their respective clits, Belle drawing her lips around a now engorged bud to suck hard on it.
"Mmft!" Came a muffled cry from the taller woman, followed by a "Sorry" from the other.
"Don't be," Snow gasped, now attacking Belle's in kind. "It's lovely!"
They carried on for another few minutes until the next orgasms finally came, after which they rested. But just before she turned to sleep, she was surprised once again when the princess moved closer and mounted her without warning, Belle parting her own thighs to allow Snow to settle herself full length on top of her.
"God, you may be insatiable, but I'm not. I really need to get up in the morning."
"It's okay, I'm tired, too…" She smiled down at the face still visible under the moonlight. "I just wanted to feel you against me one last time?" As she spoke, she pressed her mound into Belle's, moving back and forth slightly, to grind against her. "Just so you know, I've decided to shave myself tomorrow. I'll buy some cream. I want to try having it bare, just like you?" She lifted her head and kissed her. Belle could still taste herself on her lips.
She started giggling. "While I'm flattered Snow, but if you're doing it for me, there's really no need?"
"It's Mary-Margaret Blanchard now, and there is if I want to try scissoring? I was reading something about it online this morning."
"Oh, wow!" Belle's giggling turned to outright laughter at that, as she finally slid off of her. "You're right, you really aren't Snow White anymore, are you?"
~oOo~
The following morning…
"Well at least he's very young and will have probably forgotten all about before too long? Henry and Emma once walked in on David and me at a very unfortunate time, just after the curse broke. He was about eleven and it doesn't appear to have scarred him. In fact, I think it bothered Emma a lot more?"
"I know. It's just…Giddy already knows why Rumple left me, and my cheating with Ruby. It's just, I haven't had him with me for well over a month and I only got him back days ago? I don't want to do anything to alienate him. So, screaming at him like that wasn't the best reaction?"
"You were embarrassed. I'm sure he'll understand. What do you think you'll tell him if he asks?"
"He probably won't, but he's extremely mature for his age. If he does, I guess I'll have to tell him that I'm now single, and not married to his dad anymore?"
"Well to be fair Belle, he only saw out top halves, so he's hardly of an age to link it to sex now, is he? No, I think if he does ask, just tell him we'd both had baths and were too hot. That'd do it."
"You're probably right; maybe I'm making something out of nothing." She turned to face her. In bare feet, even though Snow was petite, she was still a few inches taller. Reaching around her waist, Belle smiled, drawing closer. "Anyway, about last night? Any regrets?"
"None whatsoever. It was fun. And lovelier than I'd imagined. How about you?"
"Need you ask?" She grinned, her arms reaching around the taller woman's shoulders. "Though I have to say, for someone who told me she'd only ever been with one girl, Ruby, before me, you seemed surprisingly experienced?"
Snow sniggered. "We were together for just over a year when we were on the run. I guess some skills you never forget?"
"Yeah, and she also told me once you've been with another woman, it's not something you ever want to give up if you can help it? And boy, has she been with a lot of women! And men, for that matter? But after the last month, I think I'm inclined to agree." She tilted her head, pressing their lips together in a not-entirely chaste kiss, their first today. "But what I do know, Snow…sorry Mary-Margaret, is that you are without doubt, the best kisser, man or woman, I've ever kissed."
"That's quite the compliment." She stepped back slightly, still holding Belle's sides before her hands eased around to loosen the cord on Belle's gown, causing it to fall open, reveal her entire naked front. With dexterous fingers, she also quickly undid her own, before stepping forward to press herself against her lover's. "But there's always room for improvement?" She winked. "Now they're all out, it seems we have the house to ourselves again?"
"We have, but I need to be at the funeral director's in an hour."
"More than enough time."
Nolan Farm - The following day
Snow arrived at her former home just before ten, having been collected and driven there by Emma. Henry's BMW already in the driveway.
Stepping out of the little yellow Beetle she'd refused to trade in despite frequently breaking down, she opened the back to get Hope out. Meanwhile Snow looked over at the farmhouse door, her mind going straight back to the last time she was here. The day she'd been caught betraying her husband in their own bed. The beginning of the end of the marriage.
"Are you okay?" Asked her daughter, seeing her just standing, staring at the door.
"Hmm? Oh, yes, I'm fine."
"Mama!" Neal called, having opened the front door and was now walking towards them, with a grin on his face. And the sight of her handsome eight-year-old pulled her out of her gloomy thoughts as she stooped to hug him. "Hi Em!"
"Hi little bro," Emma grinned at her mischievous younger brother, waiting her turn for a hug. "Sorry I haven't been over for a couple of weeks as I've been busy. Shall we go down to the lower fields to practise poofing, like Regina suggested we do?"
"We could…" he lifted his right hand, twiddling his fingers in the air, with a devious little smirk on his face, before he suddenly vaporised in front of her! Then his voice came again, but this time from right behind her. "…but I've had a couple of teleporting lessons already!"
She turned, caught by surprise, to see him standing right behind her, grinning?
"How the hell? Did Regina teach you that?" Surely her best friend would've said something?
"No, Anna did." Seeing Emma's blank look. "You know? Annabelle? Merlin's daughter?"
"Ah." She'd already heard that the woman seemed to be living here part of the time, along with Lily and Dorothy. And according to Killian, via Robin, she was decidedly keen on her father. What's more she was slim, very beautiful (even Emma had to admit that), intelligent and even had powerful magic of her own. "Did she?"
But Snow wasn't concerned about that, only with what he'd just done. "So, you've got magic as well? Like your sister?"
"Um, yeah. I thought you already knew?"
"No, I didn't" Snow had always hated magic, even though it'd appear both their children had the gift. Magic had ultimately killed both her parents, ultimately at Cora and the Genie's hands, and Regina had used it to terrorise and bend people to her will for decades until Henry finally brought her out the other side. And now the young woman likely to be her ex-husband's new girlfriend was teaching magic to her own son? "I think I need to have a word with your father."
"Well, he's around the back? Henry's helping him get the barbeque going."
"Barbeque? Is there anyone with them?" Dear god, don't let any of the women still be here? She couldn't bear the thought of one of them being affectionate to him right in front of her. She knew she was being a hypocrite. After all, what would David say if her knew about her and Belle?
"No, Dot and Lily are out for the day, and Anna's working at the hospital. Why?"
"I just…need to talk to him in private. Come on, let's go in."
'''''''''''''''''
Two minutes later they were inside her old kitchen, and she was relieved to find hardly anything had changed in the last six weeks. Maybe a couple of pictures on the wall had been swapped around? However, rather than go straight through, Snow made an excuse about using the upstairs bathroom. And after relieving herself and washing her hands, she couldn't resist the temptation to look around. Especially the bedrooms? She could always use the thin excuse that she was looking at which old furniture could be divided between them, and some being shipped over to Portland?
First room she looked in was Neal's, and she wasn't surprised to see the messy bedsheets and toys on the floor, which made her smile. Like his big sister, he always tended to leave his room in a state. She couldn't resist picking up on old cotton top he'd obviously been wearing for the night, bringing it to her nose. She recognised her son's smell, even if it was stale and she found it oddly calming? Sniffing again, she held back a tear as she remembered happier times.
Then she crept into the smallest bedroom, a single next door. Seeing no change as it had clearly not been used, she looked at the door at the end of the little corridor. The guest bedroom. He hesitated before going inside, knowing it was likely to be one used by one of the women currently staying here. She knew she was being nosey and intrusive, but she couldn't help herself. Walking inside, she saw the room that had been completely redecorated, with paler pastels and some new furniture, since she'd left. A large modern pale wood wardrobe now stood in the corner. Not being able to help herself, she opened one of the doors, to reveal hanging space and drawers, all full of clothes. From dresses and skirts, to tops and pants. She slid open one of the drawers to discover lingerie, and in another, panties. But nothing that would be worn by a man. Clearly this was where either Lily, or Dorothy, or both, slept. She looked up to see pictures mounted on the wall that she didn't recognise. And two wooden framed photos sitting on either side of the bed, on little tables. One had Lily and her mother sitting outside on the back lawn, the younger woman with her arm around her mother, both smiling at the camera. Another had Merlin in the frame with her. On the opposite side, a photo of Lily and Dorothy together. But the fourth, slightly larger frame, showed David and Neal, their son sitting in front of him, with the two women either side of David, holding onto his arms, and all smiling at the camera.
For some reason, the sight of the four of them together like that made her feel angry. How dare they touch him like that? How dare they stay so close to my own son?
Checking the coast was clear, she crept out of the guest bedroom, intending to go downstairs. But seeing the wider door at the other end of the landing, the one leading into her own former bedroom, her curiosity got the better of her. When she stepped inside, she was again relieved to see that, that like Neal's room, nothing had changed.
Well, almost nothing.
For on the right-hand side of the bed, the side where she'd slept in happier times, on the little side table stood a slim glass vase with a single flower in it. A blue iris. A flower symbolising faith, courage and hope. And it again made her feel uncomfortable, because David never tended to like having flowers in the bedroom.
She walked around to the left-hand side of the bed, looking from the front. The side David always slept on. And she couldn't help leaning down and lifting the summer quilt to smell the sheets where he would've lain that morning. And there was still a very slight smell of him that she recognised. Still curious, she opened the largest of their two wardrobes, the one she always used to use. Now sadly, none of her things were inside, and she had to assume he'd already boxed them, ready for her to take away.
Then she saw the dresses she didn't recognise. Only two. Together with a few silk blouses, cotton tops and women's pants hanging on rails. Enough for a week's stay? Blue had told her that some of her things were at the convent where she'd stayed when not on the farm. Pulling out a wooden drawer inside she found half a dozen sets of panties, and in the next drawer, bras. Unable to temper her curiosity, she pulled out one of the bras, an almost charcoal coloured satin one with embroidered tulle around the edges and glittery pearlescent beads between the cups. It looked expensive, much like the others in the drawer. And as she couldn't imagine that rather classy style being worn by either Mal's daughter or Dorothy, she had to assume it belonged to Merlin's daughter, the doctor. She brought the fabric to her nose to sniff, to see if she could detect any perfume. And yes, there was a hint of something there. Chanel?
"It's Annabelle's!"
His voice made her suddenly and violently jerk up, dropping the bra, and turning to find David staring back at her from the doorway, a brow arched disapproving. How did he get up here so quietly, without her noticing? "But then, I guess you already knew that?"
"David!" She'd been caught red-handed. There were no words suitable. "I'm sorry, I-"
"I've moved all of your clothes to the box room in the cellar. You can also choose to take whatever furniture you want."
"David, please?" She asked again. "I'm sorry. I was just…curious, that's all."
He sighed. "Well, before you ask, yes, Annabelle's been staying here most of this week and sleeping in here, with me. She left some of her things, so she wouldn't have to keep going back to the convent. Dorothy and Lily have been using the guest room most of the time while she's been staying here." He said it in a matter-of-fact style, not being in any way defensive. "What else do you want to know?"
"Do you love her? Annabelle, I mean?"
"Do you love Ruby?"
"I asked first. And no, not in that way, even though we're very close. Maybe I used to, before I met you. Annabelle?"
"Neither of us are looking for anything permanent." At least not yet?
"And the others? Dorothy? Lily?" God, could she hear herself? Since when had she become so nosey? Wasn't he now entitled to be with whoever he wants?
"Snow, all four of us have been in recent break ups." He could see by her face she was itching to ask more. "Now, why don't you try asking what you really want to ask me?"
"Are you sleeping with her? Or the others? Or all of them?"
"Would it matter if I was? Now, where's this going?"
"I'm just…concerned, David. Our son is still living here, after all."
"All the more reason for you not to run off to Portland, then? I've already told you you're welcome to come live here, even if we aren't together. Anymore"
"And as I've also told you, I can't just live here with the man I'm still in love with, knowing he could easily wind up with someone else? I'm sorry David, but it's just too painful."
He nodded. "Well the offer's still there if ever you change your mind. Your Neal's mother, and I still want you in his life, and Emma's; but I'll respect your decision. Emma told me you're currently living at Gold's old place, and that you're travelling back with Belle?"
"Yes, we're both trying to start new chapters in our lives, so we've decided to help each other. She's become a friend these last few days."
"Good. Having just lost her father, it's nice to know she's got some support." He watched her pick up the dropped bra, opening the cupboard door to put it back inside, closing it again. "Any more questions before we go back down and join them?"
"I wasn't aware until a few minutes ago that Neal's, as in our Neal's, magic came in. I know Blue told us he'd get it eventually, but he's only eight? That's way too young! I remember how it affected Emma when it happened to her, and she was almost thirty!"
"It came in the day after you were admitted to hospital. After your…overdose? The stress brought it in, I guess?" The reminder of her selfish act made her almost wince. "He was a little out of control for a few days, but Merlin helped. And Anna's giving him some lessons too."
"Yes, that's what he told me. Do you think it wise, him learning so early?"
"Better that than the alternative. No, I think he's in good hands. Now, c'mon down? Unless you'd prefer to spend your time rifling through over other women's lingerie?"
~oOo~
She said goodbye to her family two hours later, and despite everything, the tears came when they all hugged her in turn, knowing this was going to be the start of big changes for all of them. As they'd been working around the barbeque in the hot summer sun, Henry and David had been topless and wearing shorts most of the afternoon. As had Neal. But it was when Henry, now towering above her at 6ft 4in, and broad chested, gave her a warm but gentle hug that Snow really noticed the change in him, from a boy to a man. Neal had followed, and she'd splayed kisses across both his cheeks, saying she was looking forward to Emma and Killian bringing him down to Portland in just two weeks' time. Next came Hope with kisses and cuddles. As for Emma, she was taking her home so there was time for hugs with her later. And finally, she stood before her bare-chested former husband, sadness obvious in both their eyes.
"I'll bring him (meaning Neal) down in a couple of weeks. But don't be a stranger, Snow? There'll always be room for you here whenever you want it."
"Thank you," she sniffled, wiping a runny nose with the back if her hand, looking away to avoid him seeing her red eyes. "We'll see I guess."
"Don't I at least get a goodbye hug?" He opened his arms to her, almost daring her to look at him. And after a few seconds, she finally nodded and silently moved into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. That's when the tears came, and he continued holding her until she finally calmed down again even Emma felt herself almost give in to the highly emotional farewell. Seeing that, was it an indication of a very slim possibility they might one day get back together?
Ten minutes later, with Emma at the wheel, and they'd almost reached Belle and Gold's old pink mansion set high on the hill.
"What's she going to do with the big place?"
"It now belongs to a trust fund owned by Neal and Gideon, apparently. But Henry can use it whenever he wants. Neal said they may sell it if they can find a buyer."
"One with big pockets, it's huge!" She pulled into the long driveway. "And Henry won't be around much for the next three years, seeing as he starts at Harvard next week. We'll only be seeing him at the end of terms. Regina's dreading it and if I'm honest, so am I!"
"You shouldn't, you should be very proud of how he's turned out thanks to you both. I was watching him earlier, standing over the barbeque, serving everyone, and I was surprised just how big and muscular he's become? He's turned into quite the catch for any young lady he turns his eye too!"
"Don't remind me? Gina's already said she'll fireball the first girl she catches messing with his emotions. Trouble is, she's probably serious!"
"Ha!" Snow finally laughed, for the first time that day. "You're as bad as each other! Both of you have always been a little overprotective when it comes to Henry. But he'll be fine. He has a very wise head on those young shoulders." As they drew up in front of the mansion, they saw the front door open, Belle appeared on the top step, to apparently greet them? "Thanks for driving me today."
"No problem." Emma got out first to walk around the car and open her mother's side, Hope having been left with her grandfather. After greeting Belle and giving her mother a last teary hug, she climbed back into the yellow Beetle as Snow walked back inside with her. And as she started to drive away, in her rear-view mirror she saw Belle apparently saying something to her. Whatever it was, Snow pulled in to hug the former Storybrooke librarian; and from the look of things, she'd also started crying again?
Storybrooke Graveyard – the following Friday
It was the morning of Sir Maurice French's funeral.
As they stood around the grave plot in the morning sun, Belle stood watching, Gideon standing to her right, holding her hand as the pallbearers slowly lowered her father's casket into the ground. She was surprised to find so many had turned out to pay their final respects to the former Baron of one of the smaller realms in the old country, and town florist in this one. She never realised how many people had respected him, if not exactly liked him?
Even though she and her father hadn't been close ever since they'd all arrived in the newly created magical town, she still shed tears, yet again. More for her failure to be a better daughter than anything else, disappointing her deceased mother and brother in the process. Close to a hundred people turned up to offer their support.
Archie Hopper, the conscience of Storybrooke, had made a eulogy during the short service, prayers were said, and after they took turns to collect a spade of earth to throw onto the coffin in turn, most came over to hug or shake hands with her. Also dressed in mourning black magically supplied by Blue, Snow stood right beside her throughout the little service, their arms linked, trying not to look over at her former husband too often. She noticed how both Mal's daughter and Ruby's ex stood close by him, all looking respectfully solemn for the occasion. And it was only when the prince stepped up to Belle to offer his condolences that Snow stepped back.
David rested his hands on Belle's arms, giving her a sad smile and a gentle hug.
"I'm truly sorry for your loss. Your dad was a very private man, and I'll admit I didn't know him too well, but he was one of the few who regularly gave to the animal sanctuary? Without him, I think it would never have been able to continue at one point. He used to visit them regularly even up to a few weeks ago, and even helped out when the vet came over. I know the guys there are going to miss him."
"The animal sanctuary? I had no idea he was even involved." He wasn't the first to have recently told her about her father's hidden charitable works. It was a side to him she'd never imagined, and it made her feel ashamed she knew so little about his interests. "As it mattered to him, I'm sure I can find a way to leave a little endowment on his behalf?"
"If you want, I'll introduce you to Christina, the new sanctuary manager, before you go?" He glanced across at his former wife, who gave a sad smile back, nodding. "Are you still planning on leaving for Portland today?"
"Tomorrow." She gave him a second brief hug. Of all the heroes in Storybrooke, David Nolan, the former Prince Charming, had always been the most considerate and kind to her during very difficult times, often caused by Rumple. "Thanks. And for coming, David." He nodded as he stepped back so others could come forward, before giving another glance at his ex before turning away. She knew it wasn't meant as a slight, but for Snow it still hurt, knowing what they'd once meant to each other.
Finally, the dwarves came forward to offer Belle their condolences. And she'd hugged them all in turn as everyone there seemed to sense that this would probably be the very last time, they'd see her, unless they came to visit her outside.
When they'd all finished, she felt a warm hand slide into her own, entwining their fingers, turning to see Snow smiling at her.
"It's nice to see so many turn up to pay their respects. Belle, are you okay?"
"Yeah," she squeezed it, smiling back as she sniffled. "I think he would've been pleased."
"I think so too. Shall we go?"
Friday
It was the morning of the day Snow, Belle and Gideon would leave Storybrooke. In Belle and Gideon's case, probably for good.
A fair number of people turned out to see them off. And after half an hour just spent hugging and well-wishing and vowing to keep in touch, Belle finally climbed into the now fully laden cargo van Neal had hired, to sit alongside Gideon for the one-and-a-half-hour drive. Henry sat at the wheel of the car in front, with Snow alongside him, the back of his car filled with as much of her personal effects as she could get in. They'd already arranged for the chosen furniture to be shipped into storage until they were ready for it.
And five minutes later, when the two vehicles crossed the Storybrooke town line, both women looked back in the side mirrors, as the landscape behind them changed completely as though the town had never existed. It seemed a symbolic moment.
"You okay, Grandma?" Henry saw the look on her face, reaching for a hanky to dab her red eyes.
"I will be Henry, I will be" After wiping her face and blowing her nose, she looked up at her grandson; the boy, now a man, who'd ultimately been responsible for so many changes. "How about you? Looking forward to Harvard?"
"Yeah. Freshers Week starts Tuesday. I already know a few people going, and dad's going to help me with my stuff to get settled in. He's got him and Grandpa booked into a hotel until they all get sorted out."
"Oh, so you're all going to be close by?"
"Well, just a couple of miles away, as Harvard's in Cambridge. And I'll les than a couple of hours from you, so I'll come see you whenever I can. You found a place where you want to set up the diner?"
"Ruby's got five for us to see so far, so I hope so. We're looking for a potential small hotel, maybe a bit like Granny's, so we can offer rooms? One looks perfect and it's not far from the seafront, but it's pretty large and may be out of our price bracket, but here's hoping."
"And Belle? What's her plans?"
"She told me after she's settled, she wants to maybe set up a book shop."
"Maybe you could do find something together, all three of you? If there's space to do both?"
"It's a thought. Depends on the property, I guess. Why do you ask?"
"Well…she's Belle's going to be co-parenting Giddy with Grandpa Gold, and all alone when he's with him. As you two seem to have become quite close this week, I thought you might be good company for each other? Especially with all the changes?"
Snow looked at him, still focused on the road ahead. Was he implying anything? Did he know something about what the two of them had been doing this week?
"We've already promised to stay in touch, and she's a very independent woma, Henry. I'm sure we'll all be fine."
~oOo~
In the truck now a quarter of a mile behind them, Gideon had already fallen into a light doze, and had rested his head on his mother's lap. And as she lightly and lovingly stroked his scalp, Belle had a question for Neal.
"You spoke to my mother and brother before you came back? Do you know if there's any way you can get back in touch with them?"
"I can't, and not even sure if Merlin can. Why?"
"I was just thinking about papa. And whether my mum knows he passed away?"
"Yeah, she will by now."
"How?"
"It's a little bit hard to explain to anyone that hasn't been through it, but imagine you're able to call up a large mirror, or TV, and then ask it about whoever you want to see, and up it comes, sometimes with sound? Not always, but it works most of the time."
"So, if she asked to see what I was doing right now, she could? And papa could?"
"She could, but your dad won't be able to, until he's finally let in. That could take a while."
"Why, what happens?"
"You visited the Underworld once, didn't you?" Belle nodded. "Well since Hades was destroyed, it's become what it was always intended to be. A purgatory. So basically, once you've passed over, you go up what they call the Celestial Staircase, and it arrives in front of a Celestial Court? Basically, it's like a massive sports arena with huge TV screens all around? There're countless people around watching your entire life, warts and all, get played out in front of you. Then, if you've been really wicked and never atoned for anything you did, you get sent down to Lucifer and his fun-loving minions for eternity? Thankfully that doesn't happen to the vast majority of us. Most of us have done so pretty bad stuff, so we're shown it and if the judges agree, you get sent back to the Underworld, where you spend time I different ways, often facing the people you wronged. After they think you've atoned enough, you get sent to the better place."
"So, you're saying my dad's probably in Purgatory right now?"
"Hard to know for sure. Time works completely different to here. But yeah, probably. Once he's properly atoned, he gets sent on, so you'll eventually see him again."
"And you? You went to Purgatory too?"
"No. Because I kinda gave my life trying to save someone else, we kinda get a free pass? I know it's complicated."
"It is. But you're also saying my parents, and my brother and anyone I knew, would be able to see what I was doing, and who I was with…at any time?"
"Pretty much. Why?"
She gulped, wondering what her mother would think about what she'd been up to recently?
"No reason. Just wondering."
Portland, Maine
Two hours later and after a long stop in between, Neal pulled up the van behind Henry's car, in the driveway of an address he'd been given. A large, rented house on the outskirts of the Maine port town that Belle had stayed in before, and where she planned to settle.
Ruby was already there, standing outside, waiting for them as Snow started to get out of the car.
"SNOW!" She called out, running toward her, barely letting her shut the door again. "It's wonderful to see again, and in one piece?" She pulled herself into her friend, wrapping her arms around her in a warm hug and kissing her cheek. Last time she saw her, she was still recovering from the transplants.
"Hello Rubes, I've missed you too," she returned the kiss. "So much."
"Hi Hen," she hesitated for a moment when he came forward. Having seen him grow up from childhood, she'd usually hug him. But after the long month, even though she'd seen him in Boston just a week ago, after everything that'd happened between her and Snow, she still felt reticent. That was, until he finally smiled, opening his arms to her. At over eight inches taller, he towered above her. Greatly relieved, she went in and accepted his hug.
"Hi Rubes, it's nice to see you again?" He then let her go as Belle and Gideon stepped up. "We're just going to drop off Gran and Belle's things, before we head straight to Boston."
"Oh, stay for lunch, Henry?" His grandmother didn't want to part with him yet. "Please? Ruby texted to say she's made us some. Your dad could join us?"
"We can spare an hour, Hen?" Neal answered, joining them. "Besides, I wanna find out about these places Ruby's apparently found for a hotel?"
Persuaded, they unloaded their bits and pieces from the car and truck, taking them to their rooms before going downstairs to the dining room, where the former waitress had already laid out a buffet. And as they sat around eating, Ruby pulled out all the datasheets on the places she'd enquired about.
"Of course, the one I really like, is this one?" She handed Snow the relevant print out. "It'd be perfect for the diner, as it's about double the size of Granny's? It's got fifteen guest bedrooms, plus the annexe, the sea view, and it's close to town? But from the budget Snow gave me, it's just way out of our price range. Pity."
"Yes, you're right!" Snow had already seen it from the file. "It'd be perfect. Shame, but we do have to think about budget? It's a buy, not a rental, and close to a million over."
"Can I take a look?" Neal held out his hand, and Snow passed it to him. Studying the four pages, he showed it to the woman sitting beside him. "Belle, have you seen this? There's a couple of decent retail units on the corner of the ground floor. Could be a look place for book shop?"
"Bae, I hardly think I can take a great big chunk out of our savings to buy something like that now, can I? Yes, sure it's downtime, and a nice area, but we're talking serious-"
"We could invest in it!" he interrupted her. "We're holding onto Gideon's trust funds anyway. It won't put much of a dent in it, and that way it'd save you renting, or borrowing elsewhere?"
"Kinda makes sense, Belle." Henry nodded, agreeing. "Best place for a book shop is where you get lots of passing trade and people with enough money for the luxuries? The fund's-"
"Henry, I can't go asking for my ex-husband to-"
"It's not his money anymore though, is it?" Neal pitched in. "It's mine and Giddy's, with some of the assets set up already in Henry's name. And you wouldn't be borrowing, you'd be investing. Or at least, Giddy would."
"I don't know. I don't want to-"
"Do it mama?" This time it was Gideon, currently finishing off a toasted sandwich. "Neal's right, it's my money too! And I think I'd like to live here when I'm not living with papa, or school. I think you should do it."
"What do you say, Belle?" This time it was Snow, grinning. "We could invest in it together? You, running an upmarket bookshop in a prime area; Ruby, running the café, which needs to be a little bit classier than Granny's, God bless her! And me, taking care of the hotel side?" She reached across, dropping a hand over her own and squeezing. "We could be partners."
"Well, I guess the least we could do is take a look at it?"
Storybrooke Harbour
Emma stood by the side of the ship with her father and brother, as Killian stood on board by the wheel, talking to the Sorcerer about something, having finalised everything for the journey. Merlin seemed to be handing something about the size of a shoebox over, together with a leather folder.
"What's Merlin doing up there?" David asked, curious.
"Setting him up with fake passports, personal documents and other stuff, so we don't get too many awkward questions when we get to the UK?"
David's brow arched. "I guess when a centuries old brig suddenly appears in British waters unannounced, you'll probably be getting more than a few questions? I don't know much about the UK, but I do know London's a pretty big seaport. There'll be rules!"
"That's why we're not going there. We're sailing into a little hidden port in western Scotland."
"Scotland? But I thought-"
"Merlin's set up a portal that'll take us all the way there, just off the coast. And we're going to be cloaked, or invisible throughout, apparently. Or at least, I bloody well hope so! Because I've got no magic to get us out of any hole we get into." Her father's look went from concerned to horrified. "He's also arranged for someone to meet us there and help us travel down to London with them. He's also prepared all the documents we'll need to get to his brother with no awkward questions?"
"I'll be worrying sick all the time you're gone. You sure you don't want me to go with you?"
"Best not, it'll just complicate things? We'll be fine dad, trust me?"
"You know I do. It's Merlin I'm not entirely sure about."
"I'm not worried about him, but maybe you should be?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You and his daughter?" She gave him an awkward look. "I'm not entirely stupid, dad! I know there's something going on between you two, whether you choose to deny it or not."
Even with her magic blocked, he knew she could always spot a lie, or a denial, a mile away. So, he chose not to answer her.
"Just…you take care? Get back safely, all of you."
"We will. I love you dad." She pulled herself into him as they hugged. "And take care of my wicked little brother here and stop him getting into mischief while you're at it, okay?"
"I'll try," he was reluctant to let her go, but he finally did after kissing the top of her head. "But this little guy's too much like his big sister, and can easily take care of himself, what with his magic and all. Right now, I'm more concerned for my first baby."
"We'll be fine, honest. I-" But she stopped the moment she saw a large rush of swirling white mist appear close to her husband and Merlin. And as it cleared, it left a tall blonde figure now standing beside her husband. "What the hell? Isn't that-"
"Annabelle." David recognised her immediately. "I'm not sure what she's doing here though. Come on, let's go find out?"
~oOo~
When they stepped onboard and reached her husband, their daughter playing close by, the Sorcerer had already taken his daughter to one side to talk to her in private.
"What's happening?" She asked. "You and Merlin seemed a bit intense?"
"There's been a minor change of plan, Swan. One for the good, I hope? I sought his advice this morning and he's decided to join us for the journey. He'll be making his own way back."
"Joining us? But we're casting off in ten minutes! Left it a bit late in, didn't he?"
"Aye, well, for this particular quest, his knowledge would be welcome. Besides, he controls the portal that gets us there and back, and he'll help with the cloaking. Plus, he does seem to know the people at the other end personally."
"And what's that he gave you?" She pointed down at the large wooden box at Killian's feet she'd seen him hand over. It reminded her of the cases she saw in duty-free shops at the airport. "Wine?"
"Nostos water!" Merlin, appearing by her shoulder, answered for him, having overheard. "I decanted some of it into a Methuselah-sized wine bottle for you to take? It may be of use when we see Killian's brother."
"Nostos? But I thought that old lake dried up decades ago?"
"As does everyone else," the two millennia old wizard gave her an inscrutable smile. "But fortunately, some of us know of other places to find it? I hope you don't mind me joining you for the trip, Emma?"
"Well…no, I guess not. So, you're creating the portal?"
"All the way to a little port on the west coast near a town called Oban, about five hundred miles from London. It's small enough not to draw too much attention and hide a cloaked ship. I'll travel to the hospital to help, then leave you after that."
"And you?" She stared at the striking blonde to his right. "You'll be coming with us, too?"
"No, I'll be here helping out in your hospital while Victor Whale's in New York," Annabelle answered for him. "I just came here to say goodbye to dad before he goes home. I'll be here for another month, and then…" She looked across as David, smiling. "We'll see from there, I guess?"
Emma nodded, noticing the very different look Merlin was now giving her father.
Portland. Later that evening…
"Oh, thank god, I thought he'd never go to sleep!"
It was around nine when Belle finally walked into the living room of the rental house, having double checked Gideon was asleep. He'd been hard to settle, as the precocious four-year-old had wanted to once again spend time messaging and online. But she'd been insistent - no internet after seven! But after settling down with him to a board game, a cup of hot chocolate and a biscuit, he'd finally started yawning, and she'd gone up with him to his temporary bedroom. She was pleased that he'd agreed to have a bedtime story read to him, settling on Robinson Crusoe. And after spending at least half an hour reading him the classic, read to him, she was more than delighted to find his little arms hugging into her side as he slowly fell into the arms of Morpheus. It was just another little sign that he'd started to forgive her for causing the split in his parents' marriage.
And after a quick shower, she'd changed into a light cotton nightdress and gone down to the living room to join Ruby and Snow before bedtime. As she walked in, she was slightly surprised to find Snow lying across the longest sofa, with her head in Ruby's lap she as appeared to be stroking her hair gently, holding a glass in the other.
"Difficult getting him settled?" The former waitress looked up at her, with a tired smile.
"A bit. It's been a long day for him, but he's down now. I curse the day Rumple bought him that wretched MacBook."
"He's a highly intelligence boy for his age!" Snow lifted her head from Ruby's lap. And as she turned, Ruby brought the glass to her friend's lips, for her to sip. "She bought a bottle of scotch earlier; it's on the mantelpiece over there. Help yourself?"
"Thanks," as she stepped across to the bottle and glasses, she looked back at them, Snow's head settled back on her best friend's lap. It was clear to anyone with eyes that the pair were very close. And yet, seeing them like that, with Ruby once again reaming her fingers through Snow's ebony black hair and smiling down at her, Belle felt a little…awkward. Like she'd intruded on two friends sharing intimate secrets. "So, what's your plans for tomorrow?"
"Snow's got a text back an hour ago from the owners of that big place on Ocean Street. You know, the one that could be your bookshop, too? They've offered us an eleven o' clock viewing. I think we should all go."
Belle nodded. "Okay, makes sense. And you said you spoke to Livvy?"
"Yeah. I told her you'd been busy, what with and your dad's death and everything? She sends her love and condolences and that she's planning to fly up here next week? Jer's decided not to sail down to Jamaica after all, but make his way back north, instead."
"She's coming without him? Well, that's a surprise, they're normally joined at the hip! Has something happened?"
"Don't think so. Something to do with setting up a base to charter his boat out, like he told us?"
Snow seemed particularly interested her face breaking into a knowing smile. "This is the yacht couple you both told me about? The ones you both got…friendly, with?"
"Yes. Which reminds me?" Belle glared at Ruby, arching a brow. "Thanks for telling her all about our little…adventures, without warning me?"
"Oh Belle…" Ruby just grinned back, unconcerned. "You should know by now, Snow and I don't hold secrets back from each other, do we babe?" She winked at her oldest friend, who smiled up at her. "Livvy said she plans to be here next Wednesday and wants to meet up. She's already got a room booked somewhere downtown, apparently."
"That's a surprise," Belle shook her head. "Did she say for how long ?"
"Nope, only that she's been missing us, and has persuaded Jer to sail back up here to view Portland, as one of the potential bases? Anywhere between here and Cape Cod? He'll be here in about a month. It'll be great to see them both again."
"Well let me know when they're both here?" Snow chuckled. "Even though I'd love to meet them, I guess you'd probably want me to take Gideon off and make ourselves scarce? I wouldn't want to get in the way of any…fun?"
Belle rolled her eyes. "You see what I've had to put up with?"
"Me and my big mouth?" But Ruby still thought it was funny. "Still, Snow here can keep a secret when she wants to, and I've always known that despite that butter-wouldn't-melt look she gives everyone, she's no prude, and pretty much un-shockable! Isn't that right, babe?"
"Well, I guess I have to be un-shockable, having you for a friend? I mean, after everything you've got up to over the years?" She sniggered. "Or perhaps I should say…everyone?" As she spoke, she lifted her arm up to slowly pull her friend's head down toward her, giving her a gentle peck on the forehead.
"Everyone including you, as I recall?" Then she lowered her head again to return the kiss, but this time pecking Snow directly on the lips. "And I don't seem to remember any complaints at the time?"
Watching their easy intimacy right in front of her left Belle feeling decidedly odd, as she realised that the pair could quite easily fall into a deeper relationship again. Was she jealous? Before they left Storybrooke, she and Snow had themselves had sex for three of the last five nights. And frankly, she'd found the experience exhilarating. Now Ruby was back in the picture, and clearly wanted to be with Snow herself, how would it affect things between the three of them?
"No, no complaints." Snow held her head, stopping her from lifting it again as she returned the kiss, beaming up at her with a wicked smile. "You know Rubes, Belle and I got to know each other a lot better this week?" She looked across at the former librarian. "As in, a lot better?"
"Really?" Ruby realised what she was implying.
"Really." With a final peck, Snow rose from the sofa, took the glass from Ruby's hand and drained it in one gulp. "Now I don't know about you two, but as this is my first night in Portland, in a strange house, I'd rather not sleep alone?" She stood, straightening her nightie and putting the glass on the coffee table, looking back at them as she about to step out of the room. "If either of you, or both of you, want to join me, I wouldn't say no."
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