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A Love Worth Fighting For	By : RosinaMarie Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2839 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The bright sunlight streaming in through the window hits my closed eyelids bringing me out of my slumber, and at once I’m very confused. There is no natural light that shines into my cell, nor is my cot anywhere near as soft as this magnificent bed. Slowly, I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. A bright smile lights up my face as the realization hits me that the events of the day before did, in fact, happen. Whipping my head around, my heart constricts in my chest as I see not Rumplestiltskin lying next to me, but an empty space. The pulled back covers and the indent in the pillow are the only evidence that he had been here with me during the night.
Pushing the thick comforter off my legs, I sit up and am ready to leap out of bed when the door opens. My nerves settle as he walks in, impeccably dressed in another black suit and balancing his weight on his cane.
“Good morning,” he says looking a bit startled at my expression. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” I reply, relaxing and giving him a small smile. “Good… and a little disoriented.” He strides over to the bed and sits down next to me, grasping my hand as I continue. “Yesterday’s events are a bit of a blur… I still can’t believe that I’m here with you.”
“I know how you feel,” he says as he looks up into my eyes. “For so many years I thought you were dead.”
“Regina told you that?” I guess. He nods his head in reply and chooses to look at our entwined hands rather than my face.
“Why did you believe it?” I ask, gently stroking his hand with my thumb.
He huffs and runs his other hand through his hair. “She told me that when you returned home, your father locked you away… sent clerics to cleanse your soul of any evil that I imparted you with. She said that you ended up killing yourself.”
I lower my eyes from his pained expression to stare at our hands, and silently urge him to continue.
“It wasn’t hard for me to believe,” he states after a few moments of silence. “I know that I’m a monster... and your father did what anyone would do to whoever should associate with the likes of me. But, I didn’t believe it completely until I went to Avonlea to seek the truth.”
“You spoke with my father?” I ask snapping my head up to look in his face. He looks back at me but his eyes, filled with pain and regret, do not meet mine.
“No,” he shakes his head. “I made a promise to you that your family and friends would be safe. If I did find out he was responsible for your death and he was standing in front of me, I would have broken that promise in an instant. No, I asked around the kingdom. Several people told me that you had died. Of course, I believed the worst… that what I had been told was the truth. I’m so sorry that I didn’t try harder… I could have saved you from so much.”
“It’s alright, what’s done is done… and now I’m free of her,” I tell him with a slight shrug, not wanting him to break down again. “But I am still angry with you,” I add in a lighter tone with a smile.
“Why?” he asks, his brows furrowed knowing that I’m no longer speaking of my captivity.
“Our deal… it was forever and you broke it,” I tell him.
“Well…” he drawls finally looking directly at me. “Now that you’ve returned to me you will remain here forever,” he finishes with a hard look and a bit of his old playfulness in his eyes. “That is if you want… it’s entirely up to you,” he adds in a hurry.
I chuckle and tilt my head as I gaze into his handsome face. “Do you want me to stay?”
“Yes,” he replies without thought, causing my heart to soar.
“I will stay here if you kiss me,” I say with a small smile as my line of sight drifts to his lips.
Without hesitation, he brings his hand up to my face, cupping my cheek as he leans closer. Our lips meet and I wrap my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his long silky hair. Leaning back on the bed, I pull him down on top of me as I open my mouth to allow his tongue access. I am getting lightheaded as the kiss becomes ever more passionate, and I try to pour every ounce of love that I have for him into it.
I hear him moan softly as my tongue begins tracing the roof of his mouth, and I suddenly become very aware of the position we have found ourselves in. He is lying almost flush against me, hips cradled between my thighs, and the evidence of his arousal pressing into me through his trousers. I’m a bit nervous, yet surprised to discover that I don’t want to stop what we’re doing. Sliding my hands into his jacket, I begin to remove it from his shoulders. He shrugs out of it and throws it onto the floor, only breaking the kiss for a moment.
“Rumple,” I gasp as he subtly grinds his hips against me, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. Wrapping my arms around his back I begin to rock my hips against his, needing the friction to quell my aching desire. I gently pull his shirt out of his trousers. I want to be closer to him… without all these layers in between.
He moans my name as my hands meet the flesh of his lower back, and he moves his lips to my neck and begins trailing light kisses down my throat. Before bringing his lips back up to mine, I wince and squeeze my eyes shut as my stomach gives off a very unflattering rumble.
“Sorry,” I murmur, embarrassed.
As if being jolted out of a trance, he jumps back. His eyes are as wide as saucers, as if the realization of where our actions were leading frightens him. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, trying to coax him back down.
“Uh… you’re hungry… you need breakfast,” he stammers before nearly leaping off the bed. I lay my head back on the pillow and close my eyes as my heart rate slows and my breathing evens out. “I’ll, uh… go make you something,” he continues as my traitorous stomach demands sustenance once again. I open my eyes to see him grabbing his jacket and cane from the floor, and can’t help the laugh that escapes me as I watch him hobble out the door in a rush, his hair and clothing in complete disarray.
“Ugh,” I groan, throwing my arm over my eyes. It takes me a few minutes to compose myself before I get out of bed and head for the bathroom across the hall.
When I make it downstairs, I find him leaning against the kitchen counter sipping a cup of tea and staring aimlessly out the window. He has brushed his hair and donned his jacket… looking like nothing untoward had just happened between us. I take a moment before making myself known, just to admire him… I could stare at him all day and never get bored.
“Hey,” I say after a few moments. He snaps his head around as he is shaken out of his reverie… I wonder what was going through his mind, he looked so far away.
“Belle,” he says with a slight nod of his head. I give him a small smile as I notice a slight blush climbing up his neck. “I made you some toast… as I said last night I’m a little sparse on food.” He waves his hands around for emphasis.
“Toast sounds lovely,” I tell him. I don’t think I could keep much down right now anyway after the events of last night. He hands me the plate with two slices covered in raspberry jam and a glass of orange juice. “Thank you.” I take the plate to the table and he follows sitting across from me.
“Doctor Whale came by this morning while you were asleep,” he says after I finish eating my light breakfast.
“What did he say?”
“He said your blood work was fine, no worries there. And he also dropped off the medication that you have to take.” He then raises his hand in the air and magically calls the bottle to him. I sigh in response… does he really need to use magic for something like that? He could have just gotten up and retrieved it from wherever it was.
Grabbing the bottle from him, and reading the label, I see that I’m to take two of the pills a day until the bottle is gone.
“You will need to make another appointment with him when you finish those,” he tells me. I figured I would need to so I just nod my head. “And he mentioned you meeting with Doctor Hopper.”
“Do I have to?” I ask.
“No,” he says with a slight shake of his head. “But, I agree with him that it might be good for you. All you have to do is talk to him… it will help you come to terms with everything. As well as help with your nightmares.”
I really don’t want to see anymore doctors, but his big brown eyes, with a hint of sadness in them, are making it hard to say no.
“Alright,” I tell him after a few moments.
“Thank you,” he replies looking relieved. “I can have him come by this afternoon?”
“Okay.” I nod.
“I have to go into town today, are you feeling up to venturing out?” he asks changing the topic.
I scrunch up my face. I really don’t feel like leaving the security of his house… I’ll admit it. I’m afraid. I hate being afraid… something I rarely was before meeting the Evil Queen. “No,” I tell him. “I’m really not feeling too well. Why can’t you stay here today?”
“I’m sorry. I really would if I could. But I have to get some stuff from my shop, not to mention you need clothes,” he adds waving his hand at me still clad in his nightclothes.
“Perhaps I should go with you,” I say as the thought of him shopping for me crosses my mind. That makes me almost more afraid than I am of Regina.
“Don’t worry about it. If you’re not feeling up to it, I will take care of everything,” he replies.
“Okay, I’ll take your word for it,” I tell him with a grin. “When will you leave?”
“Right now, unless you want me to stay longer?”
“No, I’ll be fine,” I’ll tell him even though I am a tiny bit anxious.
“I won’t be gone long,” he says rising to his feet. “But if something happens and you need to get a hold of me, this is my phone number,” he adds handing me a piece of paper with nine digits on it. “Just punch in the numbers and I will answer.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” I tell him as I stand and wrap my arms around him. He presses his lips to the top of my head before walking out the door.
As soon as he’s gone, I grab my dishes and head to the kitchen sink where there is still a large stack needing to be washed. In the cupboard underneath, I find soap and a sponge and get to work making his home more livable.
When I’m through making the kitchen sparkle, I move into the living room and begin tidying up his clutter. The coffee table is covered with an assortment of papers which I stack into a neat pile before dusting it with a feather duster I found in the hall closet. Similar to his shop, there are items from his castle thrown about this room… I wonder how he was able to bring everything with him. I also wonder if anything of mine was able to be transported.
Making my way through this room, I finally get to the cabinet in the corner and open it to find books… books, not of this world, but an array of titles from his library back home. Searching the titles, I am ecstatic to find the book that I was reading before leaving him… one that I had not been able to finish. I grab it and fall back into an armchair, losing myself in the pages.
I am jarred out of my reading by the front door opening. I must have lost track of time, I really wish I had been able to clean more without him around to tell me to stop. Setting the book on the coffee table, I stand up to meet Rumple who is followed by a rather large bald man… arms laden with several shopping bags.
Looking around the living room with a shocked expression, Rumple finally lays his eyes on me. “Belle, I told you… you don’t have to clean.”
“I heard you… but I also told you that I want to,” I reply with a large smile.
“Oh, this is Mr. Dove,” he says finally introducing me to the stranger. He just nods his head in reply, his features stern, before walking away and up the stairs… seems like an odd fellow.
Rumple and I follow him up and into the room we shared last night. The stranger drops the bags on the floor, turns on his heel, and walks away… still not saying a word.
“Is this all for me?” I ask eyeing the numerous bags.
“Of course, I wasn’t sure what you’d like,” Rumple replies with a nervous smile.
“Did you buy the whole shop?” I had expected him to pick me up a couple outfits, not everything he saw.
“Pretty much,” he says. “I had to get Madam Toussaint to open her shop. I figured I’d at least buy a good bit, for her trouble.”
“So sweet of you,” I say with a grin as I sit down on the floor to begin going through the bags. There are several dresses, skirts, sweaters, blouses, trousers, jackets, under-garments, nightclothes, and several pairs of shoes. He really did a good job thinking of everything that I would need… and I really like his taste, I think as I hold up a dark blue button down blouse.
“Thank you, everything’s beautiful,” I say gratefully. “But, you really didn’t have to spend this much money on me.”
“I have plenty… and you’re worth every penny.” He gives me a warm smile, and I return it as I grab up some of the clothes and head to the bathroom, finally able to get ready for the day.
~
I can’t seem to be able to tear my eyes away from Rumplestiltskin as I sit in the armchair across from him pretending to be reading. My mind keeps returning to this morning and what almost happened between us. I can feel my face flame at the images that my mind is creating, and pull the book up to cover myself in case he notices.
The doorbell suddenly chimes and I almost drop the book to the floor in surprise. That must be the doctor. After lunch, Rumple told me that he would be arriving soon to speak with me. I sit still as he rises to his feet and walks to the door. Trying… and failing to not follow him with my eyes, my traitorous mind can’t help but admire his gracefulness even with his limp.
“Ah Doctor Hopper,” I hear him say as he opens the door.
“M- Mr. Gold,” I hear the man stutter in reply. He is soft-spoken and seems to be a bit frightened, which doesn’t shock me… almost everyone I have ever met has been afraid of Rumplestiltskin.
“Come in,” Rumple says and I see him move to the side and I get my first look at this man who I’m supposed to talk to. He looks nice… tall with a shock of red hair and thick-rimmed glasses. Not intimidating in the least.
“Hi, you must be Belle,” he says as he enters the living room with a timid smile.
“Yes, and you must be the psychologist,” I answer as I rise from my seat to shake his outstretched hand, noticing how firm his grip is. “Would you like to sit?” I ask waving my hands around, unsure what exactly I’m supposed to do.
He nods his head as he steps further into the room and takes the seat Rumple had just vacated, as I return to mine.
“Would you like me to stay?” Rumple asks from the entrance hall.
“No,” I shake my head. I really do want him to stay but I know he has work to do, and I’m not afraid of this doctor. “You can head back to town,” I tell him with a smile.
“Alright, I’ll try not to return too late.” He says before making his way out the door.
I notice that the doctor has pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, which he now has sitting upon his crossed knee. “So, Belle, how are you feeling?”
“I feel fine,” I tell him with a smile. I must admit… I’m a little amused.
“Doctor Whale tells me that you had been incarcerated for the duration of the curse?” he continues.
“Yes,” I reply nodding my head. “And for a couple years before the curse hit.”
“Really?” he asks and I nod again.
“And how was that?”
How was it supposed to be? “Boring,” I tell him. “I pretty much sat in a room and had no contact with anyone.”
“What went through your mind during that time?”
“Pretty much just a desire to get back home… I tried escaping a few times but got caught before getting very far.”
“And home is?”
“With Rumplestiltskin.”
“And before that? Where did you live?”
“Avonlea,” I tell him. “My father was the king, but I had absolutely no desire to lead the life he had planned for me.”
“How did you end up with Rumplestiltskin?”
Boy, I didn’t know I was going to regale this man with my entire life story. “The Ogres were attacking the kingdom, my father called upon the Dark One to end the war. He came and… as all magic comes with a price. I was the price. I was to move to his castle and become his caretaker.”
“And how was that?”
“Exciting…” I drawl. I feel his kind eyes boring into me and I know he can feel my discomfort which is laced with amusement. Letting out a sigh, I continue, “At first he was cruel, and then we formed a strange friendship… I was only there a few months but it became the only place where I really felt at home,” I add as my thoughts wander off. I really miss it there. I wonder where my life would have led if he hadn’t thrown a fit when we kissed, if he had welcomed the breaking of his curse… but I guess I’ll never know.
“How did the queen capture you?”
I snap my eyes back toward him as his next question shakes me out of my thoughts. “I left the Dark Castle for a while and I was on my way home when I ran into her,” I say trying not to make it sound like my mind is in a far off land.
“And she abducted you then?”
“Yes,” I tell him.
“What kept you going while you were imprisoned?”
“Rumple,” I tell him honestly. “It was my need to get back to him, to be with him that kept me sane. And I knew that I would see him again, and that if I just wait the time will come.”
“You knew you would be together again? How did you know?”
That’s a good question. “I don’t know,” I tell him honestly. “It was just a feeling. Plus, I wouldn’t accept the fact that fate had brought me to him just to rip us apart. Fate isn’t that cruel.”
“So, you believe in fate?”
“Yes… although I didn’t before he came and took me away… The only fate for a princess is to marry a man that will become king and give birth to plenty of sons.” I shake my head a bit, trying to get the image of the hulking knight who was my betrothed to go away.
“Let’s get back to your recent incarceration,” he says, and I’m relieved he doesn’t want to ask questions about my old life. “What are your memories concerning that time?”
“All I knew was that I was crazy, because that’s what the nurses said when they would come into my cell. I didn’t have any memories of anytime that I wasn’t in the asylum… for all I knew I was born there.”
“What did you think about while you were there?”
I sigh as the memories of my time in the asylum come back to me. “I would create a life for myself in my head,” I tell him. “I pretended I had a family and friends… and that I wasn’t in that place.” I let out a huff as I continue, “Some days good things happened to me in my dreams, and other times bad things happened… just like a true life. I would sometimes imagine that I was in love with a dashing, handsome man who would come into my cell and carry me away to freedom,” I add with a laugh. “I know it’s silly.”
“Not silly at all,” he replies and I give him a small smile.
“And you’re having nightmares about being back in that place?” he asks.
“No, not the asylum,” I tell him shaking my head. “And I only had one nightmare… just got my memories back yesterday,” I remind him. “My nightmare was about being back in our land… I was in the tower that the Queen locked me up in.”
“I see,” he says. “What was it like… the dream?”
“It felt very real,” I tell him. “Just like I was back there… really more like a memory resurfacing than a dream.”
“But you didn’t have another nightmare after?”
“No,” I tell him knowing that the only reason I didn’t was because Rumple was there with me.
“That’s good.” He nods his head as I catch him scribbling onto his paper, before looking at the timepiece on his wrist. “If you happen to have another nightmare, you can try clearing your mind before falling asleep. It’s difficult for a lot of people, but it is known to help.”
“Thank you,” I tell him for the advice.
“It’s about time for me to leave,” he says rising to his feet, and I feel a bit relieved that this awkward encounter is finally over. “I would like to meet with you again in a few days time, if that’s alright with you?”
“I’ll let you know,” I reply as I walk him to the door.
“It was nice meeting you, Belle,” he says before making his departure.
“Same here,” I tell him with a smile before closing the door after him. I let out a long-held sigh as I walk back into the living room, plopping down on the settee. Lying back, I throw my arm over my eyes and drift into a daydream about being back in the Dark Castle…something that I did often while in my first prison. I had imagined spending the rest of my life there and having a family with my eccentric Dark One. I wonder if my dreams can come true in this new land… even though it isn’t home.
I must have dozed off for a while, for when I open my eyes the house is bathed in darkness, with only the moonlight shining through the windows. My heart stops as I am overcome with a sense of dread… I don’t like the dark after spending so long in it. Not to mention, Rumple hasn’t returned home yet. Jumping to my feet, I run over to the wall and press the little light switch into the on position like I had been taught yesterday. My heart begins to slow as the overhead lights come on, and a feeling of relief washes over me as I hear the front door opening.
Rumple steps inside and I run over to him wrapping my arms around his neck in a crushing embrace.
“Hey,” he says holding me close in his strong arms. “I apologize for my lateness… something came up. Is everything alright?”
Loosening my arms, I back away so that I can look into his face. “I’m okay,” I chuckle. “I just dozed off, woke up in the dark… and got a little spooked,” I finish with a small shrug. “Are you alright?” I ask him, noticing a strange look hidden in the depths of his eyes.
“I’m fine, nothing to worry about,” he says as he disentangles our arms and walks into the kitchen.
“Rumple, something is most definitely wrong. You look worried about something. Is it Regina?” I ask as I follow behind him.
“I’m fine, Belle, really,” he says as he turns to me and reaches for my hand. I decide not to push him, I know he has trouble talking about things, but I just wish he would open up to me. “I brought home pasta for dinner, if you’re hungry,” he says with a smile as I notice a couple containers sitting on the counter. I must have missed him bringing them in, or he used magic to deliver them.
“What’s pasta?” I ask, curious to all the new foods of this land.
“What had they been feeding you in that place?” he asks with a shake of his head. “No pasta, no pizza.”
“Mainly just soup… and bread, sometimes,” I answer with a shrug. It was never very appetizing.
“Well, I hope you like this.” I watch as he opens the containers and transfers the contents of noodles and sauce onto two plates.
“It smells wonderful,” I say as my stomach grumbles.
He takes the plates and sets them on the table before coming back into the kitchen for two glasses of water.
“Do you ever cook?” I ask after finishing my supper, which I must say was just as excellent as the meal last night. From the lack of food in the house, to the pots and pans looking like they’ve never been used, I deduced that he primarily buys pre-made meals.
“Not really, I find it easier to just get takeout or heat up something frozen,” he replies with a shrug.
“Will you teach me how to work the oven?” I ask. I looked at it earlier, and couldn’t make head or tails of the strange contraption.
“Sure… tomorrow.”
“Thank you, then I can make you a proper meal… even though this was very good.”
He smiles at me as I rise and take the dishes into the kitchen and clean them before putting them on the rack to dry.
~
“We should probably be getting to bed,” he says stroking his long fingers through my hair as I lay with my head in his lap on the settee in the living room. After dinner we retreated here, and I immediately took up this position after he sat down and I opened up my book to continue reading. However, it didn’t take long for me to realize that I couldn’t think about anything but being this close to him.
“Can I stay with you, tonight?” I ask as I sit up, setting the book back on the small table. The only way that I am leaving this position is if I can take up a similar one upstairs.
I see him gulp in nervousness. “Of course, if you wish.”
“I’ll go change and meet you in your room.” I tell him as I quickly run off not waiting for a reply.
Once I enter what I’ve decided to call my room for the time being, I stride over to the dresser and pull out the silk nightgown that he bought me this morning. After slipping into it, I look in the mirror and notice just how revealing it is and wonder what was going through his mind as he bought it. Was he hoping to see me in it?
I head for the bathroom before making my way to his door, which is slightly open. My heart is beating at a furious pace as I enter. He is sitting up in the bed, legs under the covers, and looks almost as nervous as I feel. Pulling the covers back, he smiles and motions for me to join him, and my legs feel like jelly as I make the long walk to his bed.
When I slip under the covers, he immediately wraps his arms around me and I lean in to kiss him. My whole body feels like it’s shaking as I press myself further into him. “Rumple,” I breathe as I move my mouth to his ear. “Make love to me.”
Instantly, he pulls back to look into my eyes. In his, I can see his nervousness and I’m certain he can feel mine. “I… uh… Belle,” he stutters.
“Don’t you want me?” Isn’t this what he was expecting to happen? I certainly was. I want him… I need him.
“Y-yes… very much,” he replies with a sigh. “It’s just… it’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a woman.”
I give him a small smile. “Well… I’ve never done this before,” I tell him honestly. “I’ve never wanted to… until now. I want to… with you.” I run my fingers through his hair and settle my hand on his cheek. Leaning into it, he presses his lips to my palm but remains silent.
“I’ve felt numb for so long… with no emotions but an emptiness that hasn’t quite left yet,” I tell him in a small voice. “But every time you touch me… my body feels like its on fire, and for the first time in years I feel as though I’m truly alive. Please Rumple, make me feel alive,” I mutter as I move in to kiss him again. After a brief moment of hesitation, he reciprocates and I feel my heart begin to race.
His arms tighten around my waist and I feel him pull me on top of him. Breaking the kiss, I look down into his beautiful eyes for only a moment before pulling back while moving my hands to the buttons of his shirt. Straddling his waist, I slowly begin to expose the flesh of his chest while bending down to press my lips to each new inch of him that I uncover. I notice that the lower I go along his abdomen, the heavier his breathing becomes. When I reach the last button, I look up into his face and notice that his head is thrown back and his eyes are closed. Coming back up, I lightly kiss him lips, causing him to open his eyes.
He stares at me as I gently run my hands up his bare torso, helping him to remove the shirt. Sitting up, he slips out of it before pushing at my shoulders and rolling us over so that he is now above me. Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine in a soft and gentle kiss. I thrust my tongue into his mouth showing him my passion, while unable to stifle the gasp that escapes me as I feel his hardness pressing against my thigh.
Slowly, he begins to run his hands down my body before easing my nightgown up my legs. Feeling lightheaded, I rise and fumble around quickly, removing my clothing. I am completely at his mercy as he looks on my bare body with unmistakable love and lust in his eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, making me blush, before moving back to my lips and kissing me hard.
The kiss doesn’t last long as he begins kneading my breast with his hand. I throw my head back in ecstasy as his mouth follows. Unable to stifle the inarticulate sounds that come out of my mouth, I am lost to the new sensations he is making me feel. My hips buck against his leg when I feel him suck my nipple into his mouth. I need his hands all over my body, and want to tell him what I desire, but I can barely think… let alone speak.
I shiver when he runs his hand down my stomach as his mouth comes back to mine. Kissing me again, I feel his hand slowly move ever lower toward the spot that I need him to touch the most. Finally, he reaches the apex of my thighs and brushes his hand across me, causing me to buck my hips into his hand. “Rumple,” I moan into his mouth. “Please.” I need him so badly it hurts.
Feeling his fingers stroke me, I let out a whimper as intense desire pools in my lower abdomen. Letting out another moan when I feel him slip a finger inside me, I am so overcome with what he is making me feel that I’m finding it hard to breathe. His kiss stifles the sounds that try to escape my lips as he thrusts his finger in and out. I can feel the pressure building inside me and I know that I am close to being completely overcome with the sensation.
“Belle,” he moans breaking the kiss and looking down into my eyes. “Let go, love.” At his words, I can’t hold back any longer, and cry out as my body convulses around him. He removes his hand, bringing it up my body and pulling me close to his chest. His breathing is just as labored as mine is. I turn my head into his neck, breathing in his scent, as my heartbeat regains a normal pace.
Trailing light kisses along his collar bone I slowly regain my senses… and know that I need more of him. I let my arm slide down his torso until it reaches the top of his silk trousers. He inhales sharply as I slip my hand underneath and grasp his hardness. I stroke him lightly, feeling the length and girth of him… which is making me a bit nervous.
“You need to stop that, love” he pants. I look up at him before bringing my hand back to his waist as I begin lowering his trousers.
“I need you,” I say as I press my lips to his.
Gently, he moves me away from him as he removes the rest of his clothing. He then settles himself above me, his hands planted on either side of my body. The look in his eyes is almost enough to make me lose myself again. I gasp as he moves his hips enough that I can feel him pressing into me.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Belle?” he asks. “There’s no going back after this.”
“Yes, Rumplestiltskin,” I tell him as I run my hand through his hair. “I love you,” I add as I lean up to kiss him again.
“I love you too,” he replies as he begins to press further into me. Grasping his shoulders, I stifle a cry as I feel my inner walls stretching to accompany his size. It’s painful, as I knew it would be, but I try my hardest not to let it show on my face.
I must not be that convincing because he suddenly stops. “Are you alright?” he asks in a rush, his eyes wide with fear.
“Yes,” I tell him, “Just keep going.” He leans down and kisses my lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he resumes pushing into me. When he is fully sheathed inside me, he stops again, searching my face with his eyes.
“I love you,” I tell him as my body conforms to his size. The pain is dissipating and beginning to be replaced by an incredible pleasure. I slowly begin to move my hips, letting him know that I’m okay.
“And I love you,” he replies as he begins to draw himself out of me. I let out a loud cry as he pushes back into me, hard. There was no pain… only an intense feeling of ecstasy. He continues to rock his hips against me, drawing mews of pleasure out of me over and over again.
“Rumple,” I moan as I feel myself reaching the precipice. I can’t hold on any longer, the pressure building rapidly. I repeat his name over and over as I feel my entire body convulse around him for a second time. His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded as he thrusts into me another few times in quick recession before he throws his head back and groans as he achieves his own bliss.
Rolling off me, he pulls me into his chest. I can hear nothing but the pounding of my heart and his ragged breathing as we both come down from the exertion.
“Belle?” he asks, and I look up to see that he has a strange look on his face. It is then that I realize that tears are flowing down my cheeks. If I wanted him to make me feel alive, he certainly did that as I feel so many emotions welling up inside me all at once.
“I’m sorry,” I say, embarrassed as I reach up to wipe my eyes. “I love you so much, Rumplestiltskin.” I pull him closer to me, letting my head rest in the crook of his neck, as I breathe him in.
“I love you too, my Belle,” he replies as he lays his head atop of mine.
A few minutes later, he shifts onto his back and I lay my head on his chest as I start to drift off to sleep.
“Why did you come back?”
I hear the whispered words, knowing he’s not speaking to me but to the ether… words that he had spoken to me so long ago after setting me free from our deal.
“What?” I ask rising my head to look at him while stroking his chest in a soothing manner.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were asleep.” He looks like he’s embarrassed, and I smile at him waiting for him to answer my question.
“I have done nothing… nothing… in my unnaturally long life to deserve a gift such as you, Belle.” His words are soft, and so full of emotion, that I can barely hear him. “You are the most wonderful woman in all the lands, and yet you choose me. Why?”
I smile as I pull his face so he’s looking at me. “Because I see you, Rumplestiltskin,” I tell him, stroking his cheek. “I see not the feared Dark One, but a man who is worthy of being loved. I see a kind and gentle man hidden beneath a mask that he refuses to shed. I love you with all of my heart, and know without a doubt that you are worthy of my love.”
My heart beats wildly in my chest as he leans in, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss driven by nothing but True Love.
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