𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 - Rumplestiltskin [1]

FORTY NINE

49|SEX DREAM

Mature content

"Love?" Rumplestiltskin called for her from the front of the store. Celeste lay cuddled up under a blanket reading her story, an empty cup of tea beside her.

"Is everything okay?" She stretched her tired limbs and wandered over to the remaining glass case. Standing patiently, she watched as he grabbed a small box and revealed a diamond necklace. "It's very beautiful. What's the occasion?"

"The occasion is us." He gestured for her to spin around as he placed the necklace on her, kissing the skin of her neck beside the clasp. "We haven't really gotten out much since Storybrooke awakened. So I thought we could see it together."

"Thank you." Celeste kissed his lips lovingly, embracing him with a gleeful smile.

"Don't get your hopes up." Rumple chuckled. "We still have our movie nights."

"And I will love every moment I get to spend with you." She kissed him again, smiling against his lips. "We have years to catch up on."

"Okay, Stiltskin. I want my axe." Grumpy burst into the store, startling the pair from their intimate moment.

"I'm sorry but we're closed." He said with a stern voice, pulling away from Celeste to stand before the man.

"It's mine. Give it to me."

"And yet still closed."

"Just 'cause you possess something don't mean its yours." Grumpy snapped, coming closer to the owner. "Nothing in this shop belongs to you. And you? How can you be with such a monster? Or maybe you're just another possession, too?"

"How dare you." Rumple grabbed him by his collar, shoving him against the window. "You want your axe? Fine! You can have it buried in your chest."

"Rumple!" Celeste yelled, knowing the capability of her husband. "Stop! This isn't you!"

"Oh, it's me, dearie. Always has been, always will be." As he spun around, Celeste caught a glimpse of his old appearance.

"Celeste!" Rumple shook her shoulders, awakening her from her nightmare. "I'm here, you're here."

"It was such a good dream." She sighed, pulling him close. "Started off feeling like a sex dream then boom, you became the monster from before."

"You're scared of me?" He sounded heart broken at the thought. His hand slowing from stroking her long dark hair.

"Never." Celeste pulled his lips on to hers quickly, knowing it would remind him of her love. "You could destroy the whole world before me and yet I'll always love you."

"I love you, dearie." He deepened the kiss, smirking when he felt her moan against his lips. His hand dipping down to the hem of her short night dress. "You wanted a sex dream?"

Rumple pressed himself against her, taking advantage of her surprised gasp as he pressed his lips against hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth. The kiss grew hungry, frantic as he grinded himself against her.

He pushed her thighs open, pushing the fabric of her nightgown up her body and over her head. His hand moved to her breasts, pinching her nipple between his fingers.

"What do you want me to do, Cel?" He kissed behind her ear, smirking as her moans grew louder with each open kiss left on her neck.

"I want you in me." Celeste moaned loudly, lifting his head to meet his stare. "I want you buried deep inside me."

"As you wish." Rumple pushed his pajamas bottoms down his thighs, taking no time to bury his hard member deep in her wet entrance. His thrusts were hard and fast, rewarded with his name filling the room.

"Rumple, please." She gripped his shoulders tightly, digging her nails in. "Don't stop. God, don't stop."

He pulled out of her, his smirk growing as she groaned in annoyance, glaring at him. He flipped her body over, pushing her shoulders down as she moved her ass into the air. He thrusted back into her, pressing himself deeper as his hips slapped against her ass.

Celeste buried her face in the pillows, reaching her hand back and grabbing his as her orgasm grew closer. Her other hand gripped the bedsheets, knuckles turning white.

He let go of her hand, slipping his fingers through her long ebony locks before gripping the roots and pulling her up against his body. Her back hit his chest, arm wrapping back around his neck to hold her body close.

His hand moved to her chest, massaging her breasts while his other hand moved down to her clit, drawing slow teasing circles on the nerve. Her body shook as her orgasm hit her hard, his name on her lips as his thrusts turned slow and hard. He let her body collapse back down against the pillows, still thrusting deep inside her as she rode out her orgasm.

He pulled out, sitting back as she twisted her body around. Her hand reached down, jerking him off as her lips met his. The kiss was slow, sloppy as he neared his orgasm. He cummed all over her stomach, moaning her name against her mouth as she pressed their bodies together. His cum dripped down her body and her thighs, their heavy breaths filling the room as their stared at each other through hazy eyes.

"I fucking love you, Rumple." Celeste breathed out,  pulling his head down to connect their lips. "Especially when you become a monster."

"You're crazy." He chuckled, pushing her body back against the bed as he hovered over her. He connected their lips, pressing his tip against her entrance, wanting more of her.

~•~

As Celeste awoke that morning, she was not surprised to find the bed empty, knowing he would still be in the large house. A shiver went up her spine as her bare feet touched the cold wooden stairs.

Hearing the squeaking of the spinning wheel, she followed the noise down to the basement, suddenly understanding why she avoided it.

"Seriously?" She sighed when she spotted him working away at his spinning wheel. "Magic this early in the morning?"

"Morning, dearie." He chuckled when he spotted her slight limp in her walk, a smirk on his face when she turned bright red with realisation.

"I'm going to make breakfast, I need my coffee." Celeste waved him off, wandering back up the stairs to the kitchen. "I'll bring you down a mug."

"Thank you, love." Rumple called back up to her, continuing with his magic potions.

Celeste started on breakfast after giving him a cup of coffee, already downing hers from the sleepless night before. She flipped a pancake, laughing to herself when it barely hit the pan.

"Having fun?" His voice startled her, the pancake hitting the roof and getting stuck between the pair. "I'm having déjà vu."

"Perfect timing! My hand hurts from being in this position too long." She teased before stroking her hand down his chest. "I think I'd prefer you as my breakfast."

"Would you like orange juice, or apple?" Rumple snuck his hand under her nightgown, pulling it up to her hips. "I think your bruises say otherwise."

"I think I can handle my little monster for another round before breakfast." Celeste slowly wrapped her hand behind his neck and pulled him close as he slipped the thin material off her body. "Besides, breakfast is made and we'll need something cold after we're finished."

"As you wish, Princess." He lifted her up on to the large kitchen table, his lips attacking her neck leaving possessive marks. He slid his hand down her body, stroking over the large mounds teasingly before stopping between her thighs.

"Stop staring at me like that." She grumbled, biting into her cold pancake as they sat in the living room. "You were the one who broke the table so stop pouting."

"You offered me a three course meal for breakfast." He argued back, glancing at the broken table. A leg had snapped earlier and only slightly disturbed their morning fun.