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Belle couldn't help but brighten when Elsa asked if she was married.  "Newly so," she smiled.  "It was a...complicated courtship though I suppose the road to achieving true love isn't meant to be easy.  But that's in the past; the future looks far more pleasing."  She smiled at the thought of the plans she'd made with Rumpelstiltskin for their life together.  

"Are you married?  Or with someone?"  She blushed as she realized she might be being too forward.  "I'm sorry to pry."  She knew that Anna was engaged from the brief time that she'd met her.  The librarian couldn't recall if her sister was married or betrothed.  There was no ring upon her finger though she realized that didn't meant that the woman didn't have someone that she loved.

Belle knew that this would always be a part of him.  She couldn't ask him to give up magic as it was ingrained in him.  If she was being honest with herself, she was afraid that he'd choose magic if given an ultimatum before herself and his abilities.  She wondered if he knew what it felt like to be 'normal' after so many years as the Dark One.  Even while his cursed self she supposed he wasn't 'normal'; Emma's entrance into Storybrooke returned his memories before that of everyone else.  He'd been without magic, but so had Regina; the playing field was even. 

"I'd like that," she smiled as he suggested pushing aside the incident.  She was glad that he was able to let go of his past, knowing that must have been hard for him.  She gladly took his hand when he held it out to her.  With a gentle squeeze she started toward the door.  "I saw my father earlier today," she said, recalling the brief talk she'd had with Moe that morning. "He wished for me to pass on his greetings."  She knew that her father and her husband hadn't the strongest relationship yet it seemed they were at least civil with one another.  At least, for the moment.

"I was thinking that we could perhaps have him over for dinner one evening?"  She knew she was pushing her luck by asking such a thing as, despite knowing that the two men in her life had a shaky truce, they both were capable of having tempers.  The brunette didn't wish to be caught in a shouting match between the pair.  

"You expect me to go complacently either way?"  Belle had no desire to be killed by the pirate nor did she wish to be taken to his ship.  Either choice led to death though she supposed there was a better chance that she would live if she were to be taken to his ship.  She knew Rumpel would stop at nothing until she was found.  The brunette felt a laugh bubbling up her throat though it was highly unsuitable for the dire situation she was in.  It could be that she was bordering on hysterics, or that she'd just realized that the pirate would meet a gruesome end at the hands of Rumpelstiltskin.  He was making the substantial mistake of kidnapping the Dark One's wife; no one took anything of Rumpelstiltskin's and lived.

"I will not stand by and allow you to murder me."

She stood tall though her facade of strength was somewhat hampered by the look of apprehension that she was giving his dagger.  

"I believe that means you'll be taking me away, then."

Belle leaned into his hand slightly as he rested it against her face.  "It's alright," she said, chest tightening somewhat at the memories of his encounter with his father.  "It's in the past."  She never wanted to take part in a situation like that again.  The brunette barely made it through his last 'death'; she couldn't survive another one.  His playful scoff was enough to inspire a small smile upon her lips.  She ducked her gaze for a moment before raising it back to his, feeling better now that the moment had passed.

"I'd like you to get rid of it," she admitted.  "But it is your decision.  If you wish to hold onto it to be reminded of the good in your father..."  She shrugged, knowing it was his choice.  She wondered how painful it must have been for him to see his father and know that he'd given up his child.  She supposed it must have been a slap in the face for Rumpel, as he'd done so with Neal.

Her expression brightened as he mentioned grabbing lunch together.  "I would love that," she said with a grin.  She recalled their first 'date' at Granny's not long after the curse was broken.  She'd enjoyed the meal with him even though it had been cut short at the time.

Belle smiled warmly at the woman as she mentioned not wanting to go alone.  "I work at the library most days, and sometimes I aid my husband in his shop," she prefaced. "But if you need someone to help I can make the time."  She knew that Emma was helping the young woman though she assumed an extra pair of hands would be helpful.  She wished to aid the woman, feeling guilty for failing her younger sister.  She hoped that by helping her find Anna her sins of the past would be wiped away.  Despite her need for absolution she truly wanted to help Elsa find her sister; she knew she would be desolate if she couldn't find her father.

"I believe Henry splits his time between Regina's and Emma's," she explained.  "If you ask Emma I'm sure you'll be able to track him down."  She had to admit that her grandson had quite the family tree.  She internally smiled; having a grandson was enough of a shock for her.

Although she couldn't see him as her eyes were trained on his length, Belle could hear him.  The intake of breath was enough to send a pleasurable twinge between her legs.  His hand in her hair encouraged her to keep going.  She knew he was far more experienced than her.  She wasn't exactly a virgin any longer but she had nowhere the amount of couplings under her belt that he had.  She only hoped her attempt at pleasuring him would be successful.  She believed herself accomplish at this form, having done so with her husband.

The warmth of his hand against her scalp was yet another factor driving her on.  She breathed carefully through her nose as she took a bit more of him into her mouth.  She knew she couldn't think about the fact that it was so near her throat or she'd panic; she was not fond of the gag reflex.  She smiled around him as she listened to his comments.  Carefully she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling over him. 

Belle didn't hear his footsteps behind here which should have alerted her to his plan.  Yet she was far too concentrated on getting away from him to consider what he was thinking.  She pulled up short when he suddenly appeared in front of her.  Her heart hammered in her chest as she regained her footing, having slid to a stop.  She stared him down, eyes slipping to the dagger in his hand.  Her stomach flipped uncomfortably at the sight of the sharp metal.

"You're going to kill me," she said, the statement matter of fact.  She didn't bother asking it as a question as she was sure that was what he intended.  "You're asking if I want an easy death?"  No, she wouldn't just stand there.  What cad killed an undefended woman?  She supposed a pirate would; it suddenly made sense as to what his occupation or lack thereof was.