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Belle loved children, even though she had none of her own. She would very much like to have one in the future, if it was in the cards.  When she learned of her boyfriend's son she'd been initially ecstatic.  Until a second later when she'd found out that he was already a grown man.  How was she to be a 'mother' to a man her age or older?  She supposed she could seek out Snow for aid, as she had such an issue with her own daughter.  There was a fear that he wouldn't take to her, or even resent her for usurping the role of his own mother.  

She knew how much Rumpel loved his son; the Dark Curse, the very curse that brought them to this land, was created so that he could seek his son out.  She only hoped that he liked her, at least for his father's sake.  She was debating on how to approach him to talk.  Somehow a family dinner seemed too traditional for the unusual situation they were currently in.

She was just exiting the tiny office behind the circulation desk in the library, where she'd been unpacking a new shipment of books, when she heard someone offering to help her carry the heavy box.  To her surprise Neal was before he, taking the box. "Thank you Ba- Neal," she corrected herself, unused to his 'new' name.  She heard Rumpel refer to him as his birth name so often that it was hard to associate the second name with him.  

My summer class is going to end next Monday, so I'll have a bit of a break before the next one starts up in July.  Would anyone care to rp with Belle?  I'm open to canon or AU plots!  

Belle shuddered as he came up behind her, her heart pounding harder than usual because of it.  The heat of his body felt near scalding to her, despite his torso still being clothed.  "A tour?" she murmured, struggling to concentrate now that he was so close to her.  She sighed, tilting her head slightly as he pressed his lips near her ear.  "It isn't much, but I'd enjoy showing you my bedroom."  She smiled, somewhat shyly, as she turned to look at him.  She grabbed for his flesh hand gently before tugging him toward it.

She wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her.  To be pushed over the edge, as she had been before, but with his member rather than his mouth.  Already dampness pooled between her thighs at the mere thought.  She tugged him toward her room, nudging open the door with her foot. 

Belle relaxed at the sight of him, glad that he had come as he'd promised.  She'd gotten to know the pirate quite well during the time together researching how to free the fairies from the hat.  He truly had changed, unlike her ex-husband.  She was glad that he had found peace and, what seemed to be, happiness.  "I have," she said nervously, looking down at the box underneath her hand.  She fidgeted with the latch, her fingers shaking slightly.  The brunette internally chastised herself for her anxiety.  The dagger was one of the last links that she had to Rumpelstiltskin and she wished to get rid of it.  Part of her did, at least.  The other, weaker, side of her wanted to hold onto it.  That side also wished for everything to be back to normal but that was hardly to happen.

"Where are you intending to hide it?" she asked.  "No....I don't want to know."  She shook her head, coloring slightly at her hastiness.  "I'm sorry," she explained her backtrack.  "It's just...I'm glad I'm putting this behind me."  

Belle laughed as he mentioned the structure of her desk, figuring that it was sturdier than she imagined.  She knew she wouldn't be able to work at it without thinking of him and how he'd made her tremble and writhe.  She shuddered at the memory of the encounter, finding herself eager to repeat it.  Later, when she was sober, she'd wonder why she'd acted such a way.  She was not the type of person to sleep with another on a whim, especially one she knew so little as Killian.  Yet there was something about him, along with the frustration and hurt she'd experienced over the failure of her marriage.  

She smiled as he suggested that she show him up to her apartment.  She'd locked up the house she'd shared with Rumpel as she couldn't handle being there.  It reminded her too much of him and the life she'd thought they were going to have together.  Not thinking of the fact that she had no clothes on as she feared her resolve would weaken, the librarian gestured toward a door behind her desk.  She opened it to reveal a short flight of stairs leading up to another door.  

Her balance was slightly off from the amount of alcohol she'd drank, causing her to chuckle as she nearly stumbled on the first step.  Using the rail to guide her, she made it up the flight to the door leading to her apartment.  She opened the door, stepping in and moving aside so that he could follow.  It was a modest, one bedroom apartment.  The small sitting area opened up to a tiny kitchen.  Two doors flanked the far wall, one leading to a bathroom and the other her bedroom. 

Belle smiled brightly at the pirate's praise, glad that she hadn't did something to upset him. She withheld a giggle as she was jostled into his lap, legs on either side of his. Her hands moved to rest up on his shoulders, smoothing them gently with her hands. "I suppose we didn't know each other all that well," she chuckled. Never would she have imagined herself doing this with him, ever. It was exciting to see this side of him when she'd had little to do with him before; he'd harmed her more than conversed with her in the past.



She moved her fingers up to the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed her. Despite him having pushed her over the edge into ecstasy earlier she couldn't help but want him again. He'd ignited a hunger in her, a burning in her lower stomach that made her ache. "I have an apartment upstairs," she mumbled against his lips. She could hardly part from him now, after having experienced such delight with him. "Would you like to go there with me?" Her bed was considerably more comfortable than her desk.

(It's all good!  Thank you. )

Belle's morning followed the usual routine of each day.  Upon waking she showered and dressed for the day before venturing into the kitchen to scrounge up breakfast.  She liked the level of domesticity that she'd fallen into with Rumpel, finding it new and exciting despite it's lack of 'adventure' per say.  She knew she'd be happy living the rest of her life like that, waking up to him and falling asleep beside him each evening. In a few years adding an additional member or two to their little family was desired, though she knew there was no rush.

After parting from her husband in order to open the library, Belle's morning took a turn to the unusual.  She paused outside the building, noticing that the door was ajar.  A crease formed between her brows as she recalled the night before when she'd closed, knowing for certain that she'd locked the building as she always gave the lock an extra jiggle to ensure that it was secure.  The brunette nearly turned upon her heel to run down the street to the pawn shop to retrieve Rumpelstiltskin but paused, figuring that the action wasn't needed. Cautiously she stepped inside the library.

The disarray that greeted her incited anger.  "Hello?" she asked, spotting the man who'd broken into the library.