An extremely nervous Rumplestiltskin gives Belle a very extravagant gift while trying to pretend that’s absolutely not what he’s doing aka Belle’s Library Bedroom of Wonders (What A Good Beast Boyfriend You Have, Belle)
Go ahead….try and tell me how these two have no chemistry.
I DARE YOU
“So if I cross this line…”
“You’ll be safe.” He stepped back and watched her hop across the line, as if she expected some strange magic to happen. Nothing did. Not anymore. The line had already done its worst to her. He breathed out unsteadily. “I know you don’t remember, but I made you a promise once, sweetheart. I promised I would protect you. And I mean that.”
She came back to the line, her toes on the very edge of it. “You could come with me.”
“No. No, my place is here. I’ve ruined enough lives. I brought this magic, this curse. It’s only right that I’m there when it ends.”
Her blue eyes searched his face. “You want me to go?”
“I…” The lie nearly choked him. He would never want her to go, not really, but she had to. “I want you to live. I want you to see the world. Have all the adventures that you never got to have because of… well, all of this. I want you to be happy. Take the car. Drive as fast and as far as you can. There’s money enough for you to live well. Can you do that? For both of us?”
Lacey shook her head. “Why are you doing this for me?”
Rumpelstiltskin looked at the woman who wore Belle’s face. “Because once,” he murmured, “a wise young woman told me there was still good in me. I won’t let you die, just because I don’t want to be alone.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to, love.” He held out the keys. “Here. Go. Live.” He smiled briefly. “Be happy.”
Her hand closed around his and the keys, her fingers so warm and soft. “Thank you,” she whispered, “Rumpel.”
Rumpelstiltskin looked up, and Lacey wasn’t the one looking back at him. “B-Belle?”
She didn’t say anything. She just stepped back across the line and into his arms and kissed him as if the world was ending.
Skin Deep: Wherein Belle is obviously trying to get some while the Dark One is confused and frightened.
Belle was just trying to get to know him… intimately.
Lost prompted: She won’t let him leave the bed.
The Dark One crept through the corridors of his castle, placing his feet so as to move soundlessly as he cut through the air, his presence undetectable to any mere mortal senses.
Belle appeared at the other end of the hallway, her arms folded and a most unamused expression on her face. Huffing, she stalked closer, taking his arm so he could lean on her since he’d forgone his cane in the interest of sneaking around. “What is our rule about getting out of bed?” she asked, her movements careful so she didn’t jar his still aching head as she escorted him back to the bedroom, giving him no choice but to get back into bed.
Prompt: Belle wants Rumple to tie her up. Rumple has some understandable concerns about this.
“Rope?” Belle haltingly replies, obviously having not thought this sudden little request of hers through entirely.
Rumplestiltskin baulks at her answer, thinking of her father and duct tape, and shakes his head against the pillow of his bed, where they both lie burrowed beneath the covers.
Belle’s curls spill everywhere, mussed from lovemaking, and he can’t imagine seeing that beautiful head of hair bowing to him, her locks twisted out of the way so they don’t catch on her means of bondage.
She looks disappointed at his complete lack of enthusiasm in her venture, before she glances down. His chest lies bare above the covers, clothed only by his red silk tie, remaining from his hurried undressing due to expediency rather than anything else.
Belle curls her fingers about the middle of the tie, a smile passing over her dark, kiss-bruised lips. “What about this?”
Her fingers brush the silk across his nipples, making him shiver, and the softness of it, along with the heated look in Belle’s eyes, tickles him somewhere pleasant.
His will crumbles, but he has one stipulation.
“Let me try it first.”