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anythingdrabbleTitle: Inching Along
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Characters/Pairings: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: They've been inching along for a while now...
She hasn't spoken to him in days, no matter how much he has skulked in the shadows around her or watched her from unblinking, crocodile-like eyes. She has, for the first time in a very long time, been refusing to meet his gaze, or meeting it with a stiff, upper lip, but at least, she is no longer stalking from the room every time he enters it -- at least, not every time. He smiles as he comes into the library and even rubs his hands together in glee. After all, she can't see him. Her back is to him as she dusts the books on the top shelves.
Grinning widely, Rumpelstiltskin walks in silence, closing the distance between them in a hurry, before she can realize that he has in the room with her. He remembers the first time she fell from the old ladder and the moment they had shared then, when they had still scarcely known each other. So much has changed since then, but he is still a monster. He still deserves her hatred, if not her fear, but oh, how it burns him inside now when she ignores him! He'd rather be ridiculed by that delicious, vocabulary-spewing mouth of hers. He longs for her gentle touch, but he knows that, if anything, she's far more likely to slap him than caress him, not that he doesn't deserve that and much more, much, much worse.
He does not deserve her, could never deserve her, but he is trying to change for her. He is trying, with everything in him, to rally against everything that has been imbued in him over the centuries and become the man she wants, a man who could actually deserve her. But how can he do that when she will not even grace him with a single look? He's going to make her talk to him, Rumpelstiltskin vows, rubbing his hands together right behind the ladder.
Looking up, his tongue, heart, and groin swell at the sight of Belle's blue skirt bustling right above him. He could easily take what he wants, but he will never do that to her. Instead, he inches closer one step, two, three -- right into the ladder's rungs. She cries out, but he's there, as he has been for so long and will continue to be for as long as she allows him, to catch her and sweep her gracefully into his arms.
She glares at him, then raises a hand. He stills himself but is unprepared for what happens next -- as she uses the feather duster to tickle his nose. He fights to maintain composure, but when she giggles and lowers the duster, he can stand it no more. He presses his lips to hers, and she lets him kiss her, long and deep.
"I'm sorry." The words are finally beginning to come easier now, in the light of her beauty and love.
"I know." She kisses him again, making it clear she's missed him too.
The End
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Characters/Pairings: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: They've been inching along for a while now...
She hasn't spoken to him in days, no matter how much he has skulked in the shadows around her or watched her from unblinking, crocodile-like eyes. She has, for the first time in a very long time, been refusing to meet his gaze, or meeting it with a stiff, upper lip, but at least, she is no longer stalking from the room every time he enters it -- at least, not every time. He smiles as he comes into the library and even rubs his hands together in glee. After all, she can't see him. Her back is to him as she dusts the books on the top shelves.
Grinning widely, Rumpelstiltskin walks in silence, closing the distance between them in a hurry, before she can realize that he has in the room with her. He remembers the first time she fell from the old ladder and the moment they had shared then, when they had still scarcely known each other. So much has changed since then, but he is still a monster. He still deserves her hatred, if not her fear, but oh, how it burns him inside now when she ignores him! He'd rather be ridiculed by that delicious, vocabulary-spewing mouth of hers. He longs for her gentle touch, but he knows that, if anything, she's far more likely to slap him than caress him, not that he doesn't deserve that and much more, much, much worse.
He does not deserve her, could never deserve her, but he is trying to change for her. He is trying, with everything in him, to rally against everything that has been imbued in him over the centuries and become the man she wants, a man who could actually deserve her. But how can he do that when she will not even grace him with a single look? He's going to make her talk to him, Rumpelstiltskin vows, rubbing his hands together right behind the ladder.
Looking up, his tongue, heart, and groin swell at the sight of Belle's blue skirt bustling right above him. He could easily take what he wants, but he will never do that to her. Instead, he inches closer one step, two, three -- right into the ladder's rungs. She cries out, but he's there, as he has been for so long and will continue to be for as long as she allows him, to catch her and sweep her gracefully into his arms.
She glares at him, then raises a hand. He stills himself but is unprepared for what happens next -- as she uses the feather duster to tickle his nose. He fights to maintain composure, but when she giggles and lowers the duster, he can stand it no more. He presses his lips to hers, and she lets him kiss her, long and deep.
"I'm sorry." The words are finally beginning to come easier now, in the light of her beauty and love.
"I know." She kisses him again, making it clear she's missed him too.
The End
