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Post by marymargaret on Jan 7, 2015 5:36:50 GMT
Belle smiled at his suggestion. "Perhaps I should," she said, her gaze resting on the mobile again. She'd been quite taken with baby Neal upon meeting him at the prince's coronation party. Seeing him had given thought to the possibility of having children one day. She hadn't really discussed it with Rumpel and was too afraid to bring it up so early in their marriage. She understood that he was older than her and, after the death of his son, might not desire to have any more children. She would respect his wishes though she feared she would be disappointed.
The noise of his ring connecting with the glass counter caused her smile to brighten. It was nice to see the ring on his hand, knowing that she'd placed it there during their wedding. Likewise it was nice to catch sight of the sparkling band upon her own finger She was unused to the weight and shine of it, stopping on occasion to observe it. "You have so many items in here that were attached to others. Do you have anything of yours?" She only knew of the chipped cup that he had in the shop, though it was clearly not for sale.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 7, 2015 5:25:24 GMT
Belle considered her request for a moment. "I suppose many of our stories involve finding one another," she smiled gently. "It may be better to speak to those personally involved. But if you prefer I have this world's take on our personal stories." She meandered to the fairy tales she'd been shelving moments before Elsa's arrival. "Snow White and Prince Charming, Aurora and Philip.... There's quite a few here."
She leaned her hip against the shelf, thinking over other possibilities. "Or you could take a look at Henry's storybook. You have met Emma's son, right?" She still marveled over the magical changing book that included the tales of everyone in town. She'd never seen anything like it.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 6, 2015 6:08:54 GMT
Belle froze despite the urge to flee. She couldn't go back until she figured out what to do. She raked a hand through her hair as she took a deep breath. His comment about her lack of child with Rumpelstiltskin gave her pause. Could she be with child? She wasn't sure. They hadn't been married for very long though there was the possibility. Would he kill her, even if there was the chance that she was carrying a child? She inwardly cursed herself for thinking so far ahead.
"He's changed," she admitted, turning to look at him. She felt disgusted with herself for thinking the worst of her husband. A few deep, cleansing breaths had helped her gather her wits. "Who you speak of was the old Rumpelstiltskin. You'd be surprised to meet him now." She was feeling rather disgruntled as he'd made her think badly of the man, though she supposed the fault was with her for allowing herself to think the worst of him. She stood a little taller, feeling considerably better.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 6, 2015 6:00:35 GMT
Belle turned her attention back to the mobile as he neared her, listening as he explained who it once belonged to. She smiled as she realized who he was speaking of. "I'm surprised Mary Margaret or David didn't ask for it for their son," she said, purposely choosing not to refer to his given name. She was afraid that the wound of Baelfire's death was still raw and didn't want to agitate her husband by referring to the Nolan's baby as 'Neal'. She thought it wonderfully considerate of them to name their son after Rumpel's own though she wondered if it had been wise as his death was still fresh.
She let go of the unicorn slowly, watching as it swayed on the string that connected the glass to the mobile top. "You have so many interesting items in here," she said, looking around the room quickly. Her gaze focused on him after. "Do you really know where each and every one of them comes from?" She loved stories of all types. Hearing him speak of the history of each object in the store interested her greatly.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 6, 2015 5:20:02 GMT
Belle supposed that happy endings were rather misleading. The term implied that one's story ended upon achieving a 'happy ending' though she was finding that her life was only beginning. The night she married Rumpel she felt as if her life had officially begun. Every day with him was different, exciting; it was difficult for her to put into words the difference between being his wife compared to his girlfriend. Simply waking up to him each morning was a treat in itself that she didn't wish to ever grow old.
Working beside him after their honeymoon came to a close was a new adventure to her. She enjoyed spending the extra time with him that would have been lost had she been running the library and he his shop. She'd offered to help him until he caught up on the work missed during their honeymoon though she didn't mind extending her time there if he asked. She found the running of the pawn shop to be quite fascinating.
"What is this from?" she asked, fingertips cupping gently around a colored glass mobile. A glass unicorn rested in her cupped fingers, the lightest of touches being placed upon the artifact. "It's absolutely beautiful." She looked over her shoulder at him, a smile in place upon her lips.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 6, 2015 5:02:57 GMT
Belle felt that he was rather over dressed compared to her though she didn't yet voice her complaint. She was too caught up in the verbal banter between the two. She grinned as he moved closer, fingers dangerously low to the spot between her legs. Her head felt somewhat woozy from the alcohol as well as his proximity. She inhaled sharply as he prodded her with a finger. She tilted her head to the side slightly, sighing as she grew accustomed to the intrusion.
"I do," she admitted, her voice taking on a bit of a breathless tone. She was finding that it became harder to breathe when he was as close as he was currently to her. She moved her hands to his back, fingers splaying out over the material.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 3, 2015 6:42:11 GMT
Belle thought back on her brief physical period with her husband. She certainly hadn't slept with him during her time at the Dark Castle, and neither had she when Emma broke their curse. When he'd returned to Neverland on a quest that neither believed he would live through she'd insisted on consummating their relationship. She'd enjoyed their physical time together though she wondered what she'd been missing now that Hook had shown her another activity.
Her stomach twitched slightly as he kissed his way up her, a short giggle slipping past her lips at the movement. His lips tickled though they inspire more lust rather than amusement in her. "I'm trusting you do?" she smirked at his comment. She had no doubt that he would show her how experienced he was. She kissed him in return, able to taste herself on his lips. Surprisingly it wasn't as odd as she imagined it to be. Her arms went about him as she felt him fussing with her bra. Her hands moved back to the desk as he stepped back, blushing slightly under his scrutiny.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 3, 2015 6:20:47 GMT
Belle closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of him between her legs. Her breathing came fast and shallow, excitement keeping her from taking a deep enough breath. Each pass of his tongue seemed to send a direct jolt to her core, teasingly escalating the need within her. A soft moan slipped past her lips from his actions. She let her hands moved downward, threading them lightly through his hair. Her grip was light, though it was intended to encourage him to keep in place.
She bit her lower lip to hold back a whine, feeling herself dangerously close to reaching her climax. To her displeasure he removed his mouth from her, allowing her to descend while unfulfilled. She leaned back, taking her hands from his hair to keep herself up on the table. She watched him with wide eyes, chest moving up and down rapidly as she struggled to regulate her breathing. "No one's...." She licked her lips, trying to speak again as her voice felt unused.
"No one's ever done that before," she murmured.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 3, 2015 5:37:20 GMT
Belle knew she should be more concerned with the destruction of her clothing than she currently was, though the idea of caring seemed rather preposterous with the attention he was paying her. Her brow furrowed slightly as he trailed his lips lower down her body. When he kissed the inside of her leg she shuddered, having not expected his lips to brush against the sensitive skin. She closed her eyes as his lips connected with the heat of her center, savoring the feeling. She'd never had such attention paid upon the sensitive area; she was rather simple in her couplings with her husband.
The brunette gasped, unable to hold back at the noise at the sensations he was making her feel. She opened her eyes, knowing that her pupils must be already blown wide from lust. "Killian," she whispered in awe, amazed at the feelings that were coursing through her. She was nearly embarrassed to look down, but was glad that she did. Seeing him between her legs sent a powerful twinge of pleasure to her core.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 3, 2015 5:25:03 GMT
Belle felt her stomach twist and turn as she considered his tale. There was no reason for him to lie to her, though she supposed there was no reason for him to tell the truth either. He did seem to know her husband; he hadn't lied about that. She looked down as he revealed a tattoo on his arm. Though she'd never seen a drawing of Milah before she knew in her gut that the woman depicted on his arm was her husband's first wife. She swallowed back bile, feeling sick at the realization.
"I....I have to go," she muttered, panic threatening to overcome her. She wished to give Rumpel a chance to explain yet she didn't want to hear his response, knowing that he couldn't explain his reasoning behind the murder of Milah and the maiming of Hook. She turned to run, needing to put distance between herself and the man.
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Post by marymargaret on Jan 3, 2015 5:24:51 GMT
Belle felt her stomach twist and turn as she considered his tale. There was no reason for him to lie to her, though she supposed there was no reason for him to tell the truth either. He did seem to know her husband; he hadn't lied about that. She looked down as he revealed a tattoo on his arm. Though she'd never seen a drawing of Milah before she knew in her gut that the woman depicted on his arm was her husband's first wife. She swallowed back bile, feeling sick at the realization.
"I....I have to go," she muttered, panic threatening to overcome her. She wished to give Rumpel a chance to explain yet she didn't want to hear his response, knowing that he couldn't explain his reasoning behind the murder of Milah and the maiming of Hook. She turned to run, needing to put distance between herself and the man.
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Post by marymargaret on Dec 31, 2014 8:45:56 GMT
Her hands moved to his back as soon as he shed his jacket. Belle could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt now that his outerwear had been taken off. She momentarily withdrew her arms in order to assist him with taking off her blouse. As soon as the sleeves were off her body she returned her hands to his back to draw him closer.
She felt her breath catch in her throat as his lips trailed downward. The material of her bra seemed flimsier than it truly was; she wanted it off so that she could feel him fully upon her chest. Without the aid of the alcohol she would have been utterly shy. Yet the encouragement it gave her combined with her attraction to the man helped push aside her anxiety. Her rage toward her husband certainly helped.
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Post by marymargaret on Dec 29, 2014 7:38:03 GMT
Belle couldn't help but take notice of the solemnity of his words. That alone was enough to cast doubt upon her belief that he was lying. "No...." she murmured, unable to fathom the idea. "He....he loved her." Her protests sounded weak as she knew they were. She blinked, looking down at the dirt path beneath her feet. She felt pained, wondering why he'd never told her about his wife's demise. She figured he didn't want her fearing the same fate. Though this Rumpelstiltskin was different than the one of Killian's tale she couldn't help but feel a bit of fear.
"Why....why would you taunt me with this?" she questioned, feeling herself stutter over her words. Anger replaced her apprehension and fear, finding it easy to focus her frustration on the man before her rather than her elusive husband.
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Post by marymargaret on Dec 29, 2014 7:17:10 GMT
Belle felt as if an electric jolt shot through her when she kissed him. It made every nerve come alive within her. She placed both of her hands around his neck as she moved closer to him. Vaguely she realized that he was plucking off the buttons of her blouse. She would have chided him for his impatience had she not been caught up in what he was doing to her. She parted her lips at his silent urging. She'd felt desire before with her husband but this was different. She wondered if it was the alcohol or if it was his dashing demeanor.
One of her hands moved from around his neck, resting on the collar of his leather jacket. It was only fair that if he was to remove her clothing that she could remove a layer of his. Her fingers tugged gently upon it, communicating that she wanted it off him. She found that although she liked how he looked in the clothing of this world, he would look much better with none on at all. The thought surprised her; this wasn't something she would normally do. Yet her life was not at the place she expected at the moment and figured she should roll with what she was given.
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Post by marymargaret on Dec 29, 2014 6:58:28 GMT
Belle couldn't help but notice the conviction in his words as he related the tale. He seemed to truly believe what he was telling her. A niggling thought at the back of her mind wondered if he was telling the truth. She knew Rumple was capable of taking out one's heart. Crushing it would be only too easy for him. "Why would he do such a thing, if what you say is true?" she questioned, still holding onto hope that the man was wrong.
"It makes no sense for him to do that to his wife." Had the woman angered him? She knew her husband had a hard time controlling his temper. For a second she feared for herself if she was ever to anger Rumple. Then again, she'd gotten him mad plenty a time when she'd been his maid and he hadn't harmed her. The reminder strengthened her resolve.
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