A/N – What an incredible ride this has been! But unfortunately, it must now come to an end. This all started out as a simple, smutty one shot that quickly turned into a full story, complete with angst, drama, humor and love. And it's all thanks to my many reviewers encouraging me along the way!

So…I don't know exactly how True Love's Kiss works. Emma broke The Curse by kissing Henry's forehead, but they are mother and son. For the sake of my story, Rumple's curse can only break when lips are locked. That way they are free to kiss…other places… while attempting to break Belle's curse, which, if you remember, can only be broken by making love to her True Love. Enjoy!


Chapter 10: True Love

The table in the Great Hall was temporarily relocated to another part of the castle and replaced with a long white carpet covered in red rose petals. A garden trellis overgrown in ivy stood prominently where his most precious items were usually displayed. Gone was the severed hand of the despicable Killian Jones, the peasants-turned-puppets, the sword Excalibur, and the Chalice.

Today was not about the possessions he lived with. It was about the treasure he could not live without.

Belle had said she was fine wearing her blue dress but he would not hear of it. He insisted she wear the traditional white, the color of purity. Nighttime Belle may have given away her virginity long ago, but to him, she still had her virtue.

As far as he was concerned, he would be her first.

Her off-the-shoulder white silk gown was embroidered with roses made from his own gold thread and beaded with delicate pearls from the bottomless ocean. Her hair was arranged simply but elegantly with just a few pins to keep the wavy tresses out of her eyes and her makeup was kept simple.

She was without a doubt the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

The ceremony was short but sweet, each of them promising their continued love and devotion, no matter what life threw their way. Instead of the traditional kiss, they chose instead to hold the other's hand to their hearts and touched their foreheads together.

Once the Bishop was vanished back to his monastery with a purse full of gold thread, Rumpelstiltskin bewitched several musical instruments to play. His turned to his bride and bowed. "Would my wife care to dance?"

She giggled and curtseyed to her groom. "Of course, my husband."

He held her tenderly at the waist and led her around the Hall. "I'm sorry your father wasn't here for you today, Belle," he whispered in her ear.

"That's all right, love," she replied, leaning into his chest. "Somehow I don't think this was the wedding he had always pictured for me."

"Was it everything you had hoped?" he asked nervously. There was so much his magic could do, but even more that it could not.

"It was absolutely perfect. Thank you for giving it to me. I love you."

There was nothing more difficult than not being able to kiss his wife! He held her more tightly, running his fingertips up and down her back. She burrowed her face into his neck and stifled a yawn.

He giggled softly. "It is not even noon and yet you're yawning! Am I boring you already, little wife?"

"Sorry," she mumbled tiredly. "I feel as though I've been up all night."

Their dancing halted as they both absorbed her words. Belle may have been dormant all night but her body had not. It had taken a considerable bit of magic on his part to repair all the damages Nighttime Belle had caused throughout their castle.

Clearing his throat loudly, he ran his hand down the length of her body and scooped her up behind her knees. He held her as he did the day she fell off the ladder, only this time she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Would my wife care to rest for a bit?"

"Perhaps. If my husband were to join me, of course." A gentle flush crept up her throat and spread to her cheeks. She nibbled on her lower lip and looked to him shyly. "Your chambers or mine?" she whispered.

"How about 'ours'?" he asked as he carried her up the stairs. "I thought it fitting that since we are starting a new life together we should begin on equal ground."

He couldn't bear the thought of being with his beloved Belle in the same bed he had slept with her other personality. No, he wanted no reminders of his time with her. This was their chance at a fresh start.

"What do you think, love?" He put her down and stood behind her, gently grasping her shoulders. "Will it do?"

Their new room was in the West Wing with several large windows facing the snow-capped mountains. A fire crackled merrily in the great stone hearth engraved with roses, enveloping the room in gentle warmth. The large four post bed was draped in blue curtains, the exact shade of Belle's eyes, and adorned with more of Rumpelstiltskin's gold thread. A tall bookcase filled with all of her favorite tomes sat next to new chaise across from yet another spinning wheel.

It was the perfect amalgamation of both of them.

"It's wonderful!" she exclaimed, reaching behind her to take his hands in hers. "Thank you so much."

He bent down slightly and placed a small kiss on her exposed shoulder. He kissed her again and again, slowly working his way toward her neck. She sighed deeply and tilted her head, giving him better access to her throat.

His tongue gently danced across her skin as his fingers caressed up and down her arms. She shivered at his touch. "Is this to your liking, my wife?"

She swallowed audibly before replying. "Yes. I just…I'm afraid you'll have to be patient with me." Her head hung low and she squeezed his hand. "I don't really know what to do."

"I can teach you," he whispered in her ear, wrapping his arms around her front in an embrace. "There is no shame in being innocent, Belle."

She turned around to face him and began slowly undoing the buttons of his fine silk shirt. He in turn undid the knot of her bodice and gently pulled the strings loose. "We can take things as slow as you'd like, love. We have the rest of our lives."

As much as he wanted to rid her of the dangerous presence of Nighttime Belle immediately he would not pressure her to do anything she wasn't prepared to do. The last thing he wanted was for her to look back at her 'first time' with regrets.

"No, Rumpelstiltskin. I think we've waited long enough. Don't you?"

With a firm tug her gown pooled around her ankles, revealing her in all her splendidness. Her blush was not reserved for just her face, but continued all the way down to her navel. She nibbled on her bottom lip but looked him straight in the eye, showing no fear.

His beautiful, brave Belle!

"You are the most striking woman in the all the lands, my love," he said hoarsely.

She caressed his chest and moved her hands up to his shoulders, pushing the garment down his arms. His shirt quickly joined her dress on the floor. He twitched uncomfortably as she gazed at his bare torso.

"Hmm," she said, running her finger across his ribs. "Just as I had always suspected."

"What?" he said, frowning. Milah had often said he wasn't much to look at, back when he was human, and the greenish gold tint did nothing to enhance his slim form.

"You, sir, are unquestionably handsome." She tickled his ribs teasingly and it took all his strength not to laugh.

She leaned forward and wickedly spread soft kisses across his chest and even dared to taste his skin with her tongue. She giggled impishly. "Your skin feels so different than I imagined it would. I thought the texture would be rough or scaly but instead it's almost as smooth as mine, just glittery."

"Oh? I must compare for myself now, mustn't I?" He bent down and once again scooped her into his arms. This time he carried her only a few feet to the raised bed where he gently laid her down amongst a dozen pillows. He caught her gaze and spoke to her softly. "May I, Belle?"

She grinned timidly and nodded her permission. He started at her palm, the most innocent of body parts. His lips pressed deeply against the soft flesh of her inner wrist then slowly moved his way up, lavishing every inch of her milky white arm.

Her chest rose and fell quickly with every touch of his lips, to the point where she was panting heavily by the time he reached the pulse point on her throat. He gently caressed the side of her face as he ravished her neck with his tongue and claimed the tip of her earlobe into his mouth.

Belle's eyes fluttered closed and the gasp that escaped her lips was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. She entwined her fingers with his and squeezed tightly as his tongue slid across her collarbone and investigated the other side of her neck.

He leaned over her, keeping all his weight on his elbows and knees. His chest pressed against her bosom lightly and his leather clad leg wrapped over her bare one. She playfully grazed her other foot up his leg to the crook of his knee. Rumple felt himself harden at the contact but continued lavishing attention to her neck.

There would be time for that. There would be time for everything.

His free hand stroked her side tenderly, starting near her back and moving slightly forward with every pass, until his fingers teasingly grazed the side of her breast. Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingertips fluttered across her flesh to the soft nipple, stroking it until it became taught in his grasp.

She moaned appreciatively as he cupped the entire breast in his hand and took it in his mouth. His weathered lips clasped around it while his tongue flicked the hardened bud. "Gods, Rum!" she cried out.

Hearing Belle, his Belle, cry out his name like that, with such uncontrollable passion, made his loins twitch uncomfortably against his breeches. It was amazing what power she had, that she could undo him with a single word.

He reluctantly removed his mouth from her breast and brought it back to her neck. Oh, how he wished he could lock lips with her! This was turning out to be more difficult than he ever imagined.

He was running his hand over her torso, admiring the smoothness of her porcelain skin around her slim waist, when she suddenly pushed him away by his shoulder. He immediately stopped all movement and waited nervously for her to tell him she had changed her mind. "Belle?"

She pushed him down onto his back and smiled coyly at him. "May I?" she asked shyly.

Once he nodded his assent, she knelt next to him and claimed his wrist with her lips. She mimicked all of his actions, although her movements were more hesitant and a little sloppy.

It was absolute bliss!

Belle had always been a quick learner and this was no different. She repeated every kiss and lick he had bestowed upon her, changing her movements slightly based on his responses. He moaned a bit more deeply as her teeth nipped his ear than he had when she had sucked on his nipple, so she lavished his other lobe with far more fervour.

Her nubile body laid over his bare chest as she continued ravishing his neck. He dotingly stroked both of his hands over her back, basking in the overwhelming feelings of love.

He had never before realized the power of True Love. He knew now just how empty his marriage to Milah had been; how cold she had been to him, both in life and in their marriage bed. The joy he now felt was nothing like he had imagined!

A gentle hand slid down his stomach. The feel of a single finger running across the waist of his pants brought his mind back to the present. He grinned into her ear as his nimble fingers grasped the wandering limb and brought it to his lips for a chaste kiss. "Not yet, love. There is so much more to experience first."

He turned her unto her back and briefly touched his forehead to hers, wishing desperately that he could kiss her on her lips. Instead he pressed his lips to her temple and lingered a moment, enjoying the scent of her hair.

"I love you, Belle," he whispered. "If you want me to stop at any time, just say so. I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"I trust you, Rumple," Belle moaned softly. "Please don't stop."

He tenderly caressed her face and nipped her earlobe once more before moving further down the bed. Taking her tantalizing breast into his hot mouth once more, he began slowly stroking her stomach and moving ever lower.

Once arriving at her triangle of scruffy curls, he veered off course and rubbed her inner thigh instead. He wanted her to get used to the feel of his touch so he took his time, his fingers moving in concentric circles, ever closer to her sex but never quite reaching it.

Belle's breathing was ragged now and her teeth bit down hard on her bottom lip. Once his index finger carefully grazed the delicate folds of her center she gasped loudly and jerked in his embrace.

She was so responsive!

"Touch me there again!" she called out hoarsely.

"I'll do that and more, love," he promised.

Using several digits this time, he gently rubbed her opening, marveling at the moisture that surrounded it. Her arousal was undeniable. Belle wanted him!

He peppered her torso with quick kisses as he inched his body lower on the bed. After gently prying her legs apart, he nestled himself between them and ran his tongue over her thighs. His fingertips fluttered over her body, letting her know which direction he was heading so not to catch her off guard.

When his tongue lapped at her folds she cried out, grabbing a fistful of his hair and holding him in place. Like he would ever want to leave! She tasted as exquisitely as he remembered and he greedily sought out more.

He playfully nipped at the hard nub that he knew brought her so much pleasure. Her clit swelled from his ministrations as she writhed underneath. He ever so gently encircled her core with a finger, going deeper with every pass until he finally penetrated her soft walls. Once inside, he carefully crooked his digit upward like he was taught and grazed the sponge like button.

The response was immediate.

Belle jerked in his arms and moaned instinctively. Smiling to himself, he added another finger and moved in and out, releasing more of her heavenly juices. She was so wet! Her taste was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough.

"I love you, Rumpelstiltskin!" she whispered between gasps. Her vicelike grip on his head was almost painful but he welcomed it; it took his mind off of his throbbing erection, which was digging sorely against the bed.

She spread her legs apart a bit more and his knuckles pounded lightly against her folds as he entered her. "Please," she groaned. "Harder. And faster."

He immediately complied, increasing the pace and force of his movements. Her head fell against the pillows and her eyes rolled back. Her breath came out in gasps now, unable to keep up.

"Rum…I need…I need something…" she panted. "I don't know what."

She writhed uncontrollably on the bed as his hand penetrated her deeply. "You! I need you! Now! Please!"

How could he deny such a request?

With a flick of his wrist, the rest of his clothing disappeared. Grasping his engorged member firmly in hand, he quickly entered her moist core. She cried out in ecstasy and planted her feet into the crook of his knees, thrusting her hips up to take in more of him.

His movements started out slow and deep but quickly increased in pace as her hips grinded against his, urging him on. She seemed to prefer hard, fast thrusts and that was all right with him.

He greedily claimed her neck and sucked on it as hard as he could. Her moans were more than enough encouragement to continue as he quickly felt himself building up. She raised her legs up to change the angle slightly and he found himself placing her ankles up on his shoulders. The new position must have brought her all sorts of wonderful sensations because her cries became one long continuous moan.

Her walls clenched tightly around his cock as a new warmth overtook him. The strength of her orgasm overwhelmed him and he came immediately.

The force of their combined climax knocked the breath out of both of them as the air seemed to shimmer around their joined bodies.

The broken Curse sent a shockwave of power throughout the land, reaching every corner of the Enchanted Forest.

"What was that?" asked Belle breathlessly.

Rumple dropped onto the bed beside her and gathered her heated body into his waiting arms. "That, my love, was the end of Nighttime Belle. She can no longer control you. You are free."

She threw her arms around his neck and let the tears fall down her cheeks. "Thank you! And not just for breaking my curse. For the first time in my life, I have no words to describe what I'm feeling. It was…truly beautiful."

"It was True Love, Belle. There is nothing more beautiful or powerful than that."

A gentle flush crept up her throat into her cheeks and she shyly nibbled on her bottom lip. "I never knew making love could be so incredible. You were an amazing teacher."

"Oh, my beautiful, wonderful Belle," he whispered, cupping her heaving breast into his hand. "Our lessons have only just begun."

THE END