Who We Are, Dearie

Hot Chocolate (with cream)

Belle sat and eyed her husband, as he gracefully made hot chocolate for them both with the libraries machine. 

His movements were fast, but controlled, smooth. She took note of the suit he was wearing today, dark blue it looked almost black, the stripes so small you had to look closely to even notice them. 

And she was looking closely. Very. 

Gold felt eyes on him, he kept his back to the machine but twisted his neck to smile at Belle. 

"See anything you like my love?" he smirked and turned back, shaking the whipped cream bottle before squirting it on top of the cup.

"Mh... very much..." Belle murmured. 

He heard her stand up and walk toward him, but he still didn't turn around.

His heart tingled and the corners of his mouth showed a smile as smooth hands made their way from his waist to around his stomach. Belle slowly lifted herself and on her tippy toes planted little kisses into the crease of his neck she could reach. 

"And, uh, what might that be...?" he teased, finishing one cup and starting to apply cream to the second. 

Belle's reply was muffled into his back. 

Gold's chest puffed out a little, she cant take her hands off me, he thought. 

"I think I can guess..." he said.

Belle suddenly slipped herself under his arm, now settled between him and the counter. 

She smiled at him, a little saucily, so much that he had to stop himself from moaning with lust for her. 

She started to lean forward, so did Gold, but just when he was about to place his lips onto hers - she span around, scooping up one of the hot chocolates and away from Gold.

"Ahh, I'm a sucker for whipped cream," she sighed, trying to stop herself from laughing. 

Gold stood for a second, blinking, before dropping his head and shaking it, chuckling softly, knowing she'd tricked him. He turned around and raised his arms.

 "Whipped cream..." He laughed, almost unbelieving. 

"Isn't it devine," she winked, taking a sip and settled herself down into her favourite big, brown armchair, pleased with herself she'd fooled him. 

Still shaking his head, he picked up his own drink and sat in the chair opposite, Belle grinning at him mischievously. 

"You tease me my darling," he said, sipping his drink. 

Belle stifled a giggle as he removed the cup from his lips and placed it on the coffee table beside him. 

There was a little dash of cream on his top lip.

He noticed her staring and narrowed his eyes.

"What...?" He said suspiciously.

Belle let out a little giggle and placed her own cup down. 

"Uh... you um..." she laughed, settling herself down on his lap. 

His hand automatically went up and smoothed her back.

"You've got a little, uh," she said, tickling the spot on her own lip where the cream resided on his. 

He frowned, still confused.

He's 'got a little' what, he thought?

Her heart was bursting from how cute he looked, but she knew how embarrassed he would be when he found out, so she decided to put him out of his misery.