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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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My eyes slowly open, and I smile as I feel Rumple’s arms wrapped around my waist from behind, his body pressed against me. His shallow breathing is tickling the nape of my neck, which is sending shivers of arousal throughout my body. Shifting ever so gently, I reach behind me to grab his hardness which is pushing into my lower back. He gives off a quiet moan in his sleep as I begin to run my hand up and down his smooth shaft.
“Hmm, that feels so good,” he breathes into my ear as he gains consciousness.
“I didn’t mean to wake you… I just wanted to touch you,” I apologize as I let go of him and begin to turn around.
“Stay where you are.” His voice is deep and rough as he pushes me back onto my side, which only intensifies my state of arousal. Reaching down, he eases my leg back and over his, and I let out a gasp as he cups me with his hand. “Hmm, so wet for me,” he growls as he slides his fingers through my folds. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful,” I whimper, and arch my back into his chest as he continues to lightly stroke me. “Please don’t stop.”
“Not planning on it,” he replies drawing a cry from my lips as he brings his other hand to my breast and lightly massages it. “I need to be inside you,” he groans as he grinds himself against my back and nips at the skin where my neck meets my shoulder.
“Please Rumple,” I beg and he moves slightly so that he is now positioned at my entrance. I reach down between my legs and grasp him, helping to guide him inside me. We both cry out as he enters me fully in one hard thrust.
“Oh, my Belle,” he groans, stilling his movement and resting his face in the crook of my neck. “You feel so good… being inside you is like a euphoria that I have never experienced before. Every push into you…” he growls as he begins thrusting into me at a rapid pace, “makes me feel like I never have before… like my entire body is aflame and you are the only thing that can quench the fire…”
Either his voice is growing quieter or I’m moaning so loudly that I can’t hear any more that he is saying. His words are pushing me over the edge, and his movements are making me cry out with every thrust. I want to talk back, to tell him that he makes me feel the same, but I can’t speak as my body is overcome with the pleasure that he is drawing out of me.
“Rrrrumple,” I groan as I throw my head back onto his shoulder. His hand leaves my breast to travel slowly down my stomach, and he begins to gently rub me above the spot where we are connected. Plucking at my bundle of nerves, I feel my head explode and my vision begin to fade as I am wracked with the sensation of my release.
He lets out a loud cry as he thrusts into me for the last time before his movements cease. Breathing heavily, he pulls me even tighter against him as he rests his head on my shoulder. I can feel him growing soft inside me, and moving his hips back a fraction he slips out. I feel such an incredible sense of completeness with him inside me, like my body was made for his, and with him gone I am suddenly struck with a strange sense of emptiness.
“Good morning,” I say with a smile after he finally lets me turn around in the circle of his arms.
“It sure is,” he replies with the most beautiful smile I have ever seen him wear. Reaching up, I wipe the sweat from his brow with my hand before leaning in to kiss his lips. As his mouth envelops mine, I realize that I will never get tired of kissing this man.
“So what are your plans for today?” I ask, breaking the kiss, and snuggling deeper into his embrace.
“Pretty much the same as yesterday,” he replies letting his forehead rest against mine. “I need to check in at the shop and see what’s going on around town.”
“Can’t we just stay here in bed all day?” I ask as I give him a soft peck on the lips. If I could, I would choose to stop time right now and never leave.
“I wish we could.” He lets out a sigh, looking the way that I feel as he lets his fingers run up and down my arm.
“You never did tell me what was going on yesterday in town.”
“Pretty much just people going frantic,” he says with an amused glint in the depths of his eyes. “Regaining one’s true memories can be an intense experience… the knowledge that the life you’ve been leading didn’t really happen. People tend to get confused and scared.” I know how that feels, but I didn’t have another life thrust in my mind… just, I guess it would be similar to amnesia, as if I had fallen and hit my head.
“It must be hard,” I think out loud before remembering something. “You had your memories when I found you… did you always have them or did you have a cursed life?”
“I had a cursed life. I was, and a part of me still is, Mr. Gold: Pawnbroker, businessman, attorney, and town pariah. I got my memories back the moment I met Emma, the one chosen to break the curse, a few months ago… it was hard. I drank a lot that night… I have a lot of memories and most of them aren’t good.”
“Who is this Emma?” I ask, never before hearing the name.
“Daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, of course,” he replies, raising his eyebrows and letting his voice rise an octave making me grin. “She escaped the curse, being sent to this world before the curse struck. Destined to return on her twenty-eighth birthday to end our suffering,” he continues answering my unasked question.
I really hadn’t given much thought to the curse in the past couple of days. I guess I’ve been too focused on being here and knowing who I am that the hows and why didn’t quite matter. “Did you say Snow White?” I ask trying to hide my scowl.
“What’s that expression for,” he asks letting out a chuckle, “Met her, have you?”
I huff in reply. “A long time ago my father and her father, King Leopold, would get together every once in a while when Snow and I were children. She thought I was weird because my head was always shoved in a book. I thought she was a stuck-up brat, always thinking she was better than everyone else. It must be a great addition to her ego to know that her daughter was the one to break Regina’s curse.”
He lets off a deep laugh at my description of Snow. “I think you’ve got her pretty much right… stuck-up brat indeed.”
“She was the woman that came into your shop the other night, wasn’t she?” I ask making the connection.
“Yup,” he replies with a small nod. “The whole Charming family… the blonde loudmouth is her daughter…”
“And the man I saw,” I interrupt. “That was Prince James, wasn’t it… your Prince Charming?” I thought he looked somewhat familiar but my memories were still resurfacing, and it had been many years since I last saw him.
“You know James, too?”
“Every year, my father would throw me a ball, hoping to find a suitable husband for me. For a long time James had his eye on me… and my father didn’t disapprove, thought it would be a perfect match. Not to mention the combining of our kingdoms. James was a pig. He just wanted to get me into bed with him.”
Another deep-throated laugh erupts from him. “I wonder what your father would say if I showed up hoping to claim your hand in marriage,” he says reaching for my hand and bringing it to his lips.
“Oh no, don’t even make me think about such a thing. He might’ve had a heart attack.”
“But back to James, you might be pleased to know that he is dead. The man you saw with Snow White is his twin brother, David.” Well, I’m not pleased that he’s dead but I’m not sorry either.
“I wasn’t aware James had a brother.”
“Well, why don’t you lie down and I’ll tell you a little bedtime story,” he says as he shifts and settles my head against his chest. “Many years ago in a land far far away, a mighty king and his wife were unable to have children.”
“King George?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Shush, do you want to hear this tale or not?”
“Go ahead.” I smile and he continues.
“One day, this mighty king called upon the most magical and fearsome creature in all the land, The Dark One, promising to pay him any price if only he could be blessed with an heir. Of course, the Dark One took on this challenge with enthusiasm, knowing that in the future the king would have something the Dark One might need. In the meantime, while he was searching for the perfect Prince, he was called upon by a poor farmer who was in need of money. It just so happened that this farmer’s wife was pregnant with twin boys. The Dark One was joyous, for he would exchange a large amount of gold for one of the farmer’s sons, who would one day become king. It was the perfect compromise for all involved.
The Dark One then took the child to the king, who loved him and raised him as if he were his own. He spoiled the lad, letting him have everything he ever wanted and not interfering with the wayward lifestyle the prince desired to lead. Several years later, the kingdom was heading into bankruptcy leading the king to make a deal with a wealthy king of a neighboring realm. The deal was that the prince would be wed to the daughter of the wealthy king and he would supply them all the gold they would ever need. However, the prince fell while engaged in combat with a foe, leading the king to lose not only his beloved son but also the gold that was promised.
Again, the king called upon the Dark One, pleading with him to bring his son back to life. Of course, that is impossible unless he wanted his son to be a zombie. So, the Dark One returned to the home of the poor farmer and spoke with the prince’s brother about taking his place in exchange for fertile lands for his mother’s farm. The brother agreed to take the place of his twin that he had no prior knowledge about.
And that, my dear, is how David became James.” He finishes resolutely.
“That’s quite a tale,” I say as I take in everything he just told me. I want to learn more about his life… I want to know everything, and I’m so happy that he’s opened up enough to let me have this tiny piece of his past. “I can’t believe any parent would just give up their child for money,” I add, astonished.
“I don’t either,” he says, his voice nearly inaudible. “I guess some people just don’t understand that children are the greatest blessing anyone could have, and to just let them go…” His voice drifts away and I know he is speaking of his own experience with the son that he lost. I’m still waiting to hear more of that story.
“You didn’t say what the Dark One received in exchange for obtaining a son for the king,” I say, kissing him on the cheek, and attempting to lighten his mood.
“Well, my Belle, that’s a tale for another day, the sun is rising and it’s time to get up,” he says as he nods his head toward the window. I know that I’ve achieved all the talk about him that he’s willing to give up right now.
“I thought you said that was a bedtime story, which to me means bed,” I reply as I tighten my arm around his waist stopping him from rising. I know that it’s not going to keep him here… he’s always been one to wake up with the sun, never once breaking his routine all the months I’d lived with him.
“You know what,” he says and I look up at him with a smile, thinking that he’s going to give in and stay in bed at least for a little while longer. “A cup of tea sounds really good right about now,” he finishes and I let out a sigh in defeat.
“Come,” I say as I begin to rise, and grab his hand. “Tea, then perhaps a bath?” I say wiggling my eyebrows at him. A bath with him definitely sounds like a decent compromise.
“Uh, why don’t you go ahead and wash up… meet me downstairs when you’re done.”
Tilting my head to the side in confusion, I feel that something is up with him. He’s being standoffish and I don’t understand why. Then I realize that we’ve made love twice and I still haven’t seen him naked, except from above the waist. Is he ashamed of his body? I don’t understand why he would be, the leather trousers he used to wear didn’t save a whole lot for the imagination. Shrugging inwardly, I decide that he’s not getting his way. I reach down and rip the covers off him. Immediately his eyes open wide in fear and he hastily covers himself back up.
“Rumple,” I say as I catch sight of what he obviously didn’t want me to see… his right leg. Jagged scars race down from knee to ankle and it looks like the bone is protruding at an odd angle, as if it was shattered and neither set nor healed properly. “What happened to you?”
Letting out a long breath, he looks like he’s trying to get his emotions under control. “Belle, I don’t want to talk about it. I was hoping that you wouldn’t see it, and wouldn’t ask about it.”
“I would have asked about it eventually, I have been wondering.”
“It’s something I’m ashamed of, and I really don’t want to regale you with that tale.” He looks angry.
“If we are going to be together, I’m going to see it. I want to be with you. Please, let me know what happened.”
“I’m a cripple, Belle. That’s all you need to know. This is who I am without magic… an old, ugly cripple.”
“Rumplestiltskin, you most certainly are not ugly,” I snap, having had to tell him that before. “The old thing I can’t deny because you’re immortal, and I don’t care one bit that you are a cripple… I just want to know you.” I can tell he’s feeling uncomfortable so I decide to drop it.
“I’ll let it go,” I tell him and he instantly looks relieved, “but next time I ask you a personal question, can you answer it… for me?”
“Yes, I promise. It’s just this,” he motions to his leg which remains hidden under the covers. “Is really something I’m not comfortable talking about.”
“Alright,” I say as I bend down to give him a light kiss on the forehead before picking his shirt up off the floor and putting it on. It falls to about the middle of my thigh which seems decent enough for me to wander around with nothing else on. “I’m going to go make you some breakfast, come down in a little while.”
He gives me a small smile as I turn and make my way out of the room and down to the kitchen. When I arrive there, I realize that I still have no idea how to use this strange electrical stove. The teakettle is sitting on the countertop, so first things first, I fill it with water and set it on one of the circles on the stovetop. It seems pretty self-explanatory with the little knob below, so I turn it slowly and notice that the circle turns red underneath the teakettle. Ah, that wasn’t so difficult, I surmise, as I turn and begin rummaging in the lower cupboard for a frying pan.
“Well, that’s quite a view,” I hear and shriek in reply as I quickly stand, almost hitting my head on the top of the cabinet. Turning around, I notice that Rumple is standing behind me with a smirk on his face, and I can feel a blush rise up my cheeks.
“I didn’t hear you come down,” I say as I run my hands down the shirt I’m wearing, suddenly embarrassed at my lack of attire. He has donned his pajama bottoms and a dark red bathrobe, and I can’t help but admire how appealing he is looking right now.
“I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want you to burn my house down,” he replies smoothly as he glides over and wraps his arms around my waist. “Would you like some help?”
“I think I’ve pretty much gotten the hang on the stove,” I say as I motion to the teakettle sitting on the bright red circle. “I was just looking for a pan for eggs.”
“Here.” He steps around me and to the cupboard next to the one that my head was in previously and pulls out what I’d been looking for. I take the pan and put it on the stove before turning the knob for the circle all the way, while he goes to the refrigerator for a carton of eggs.
“Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you how to work the toaster,” he says after I crack a couple eggs into the hot pan. Turning around, I see that he has slid two slices of bread into the slots of the device and pushed the lever down. “Now, just wait for it to pop up and you have toast.”
“Fascinating,” I say, impressed at the simplicity of cooking in this new world. “How does the oven work?” I ask next.
“It’s very simple, really. Just tell it what temperature you need and it will cook,” he demonstrates by pushing several buttons to show me how to set it. This world seems so much more efficient than home, it makes me wonder why no one has ever thought of these things there.
“It’s like magic,” I say as I turn around to scoop the eggs out of the frying pan and replace them with two more.
“Yes, just like magic… in a world without magic,” he laughs.
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