𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 - Rumplestiltskin [1]

THIRTY THREE

33|DIRTY DANCING

Bella pulled her scarf tighter around her neck as the autumn breeze passed her. She waited patiently on the side walk, finishing early and waiting for her man to pick her up for their date night. She glanced down at her phone, the screen lighting up her face and red nose. A heavy coat was draped over her shoulders, startling her as she looked up.

"Hello, love." He kissed the side of her head and lead her to his car. "You should have let me know I would have come earlier, dearie."

"Its fine, I was just checking my emails." She smiled at him, sliding into the leather seat and humming when the heating hit her. "I sound like a forty year old mother saying that."

Mr. Gold moved his hand away from the gear stick and rested it on to her thigh, stroking the denim of her skinny jeans. She jumped in fright, face flushing red as visions of her dream crossed her mind and the thoughts of his mouth on her skin. The drive felt short as they arrived outside the mansion, parking in the garage by the side of the house.

"Here." He opened the door for her and offered his hand, leading her into the house and locking the door behind him.

"I shall get the snacks, you can get the movie on." Bella grinned at him, walking off to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of wine and packets of crisps, chocolates and a bowl of strawberries. When she entered the living room she laughed as she spotted the man sat on the sofa trying to decide if they wanted to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's or Pretty Woman.

"I can't decide, love." He turned to look at her with a cheesy smile. It made her heart melt as she placed everything down on to the table and sat beside him, looking at his large collection of DVDs.

"I haven't seen Dirty Dancing in a while." She hummed, turning to look at him. Her breath caught in her throat when she realised how close their faces were.

"Dirty Dancing it is." Mr. Gold placed the DVD on and sat back comfortably on the sofa, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close into his side.

Bella curled her legs up and pulled a thick blanket over them as he opened the wine. They were three glasses in when they both began to get more comfy. He removed his coat and tie while she stripped off her jumper and belt.

Two bottles in and half way through the movies the alcohol finally hit her. She slowly slipped herself on to his lap, holding his face.

"Something wrong, love." Mr. Gold said teasingly, sliding his hand up her thighs. He moved her closer and nuzzled her neck with his nose.

"Just thinking about my dream I had." She sighed contently, pulling his head up to kiss his lips. Bella deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"I think I know how this dream ends." He flipped them over so her back was pressed against the long sofa, his body hovering over hers. Her fingers trailed down his chest as he pulled her shirt over her head. His lips travelled down her neck and to the large mounds on her chest.

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Bella woke up on a warm chest, her mind fuzzy as she felt the affects of the alcohol still in her system.

"Morning, love." His deep voice hummed as he stroked her hair. She looked down and spotted his shirt on her body.

"Did we?" She sat up on his lap, not noticing as the shirt opened for his eyes to see.

"We had a little drunken fun but we didn't go all the way." Mr. Gold reassured her, pulling her back down by her shirt. "And I suggest you button up this shirt before I lose my mind and we do go further."

"Oh, sorry." Bella kissed his lips briefly before buttoning up the shirt and sitting up again to look down at him. "I do remember most of last night which is why I was curious."

"Shall we get breakfast?" He asked her, sitting up with her and pulling her body close. "I'm not in the mood to cook."

"I like that plan." She stood up and left to go to the bathroom, trying to make herself look presentable. She put her bra back on and used his shirt as a blouse for herself. As she walked back down the stairs she found him in a suit with his hair brushed. "Always a suit."

"Shall we?" He offered his arm with a chuckle and led her to the door.