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Rumplestiltskin aka Mr. Gold (

There was undoubtedly more of the man he used to be still alive somewhere inside of him than he realized because it was in moments like these and only with Belle where such things came through. With Belle, there was no expectation, no deal that bound them together. It was love. It had taken him much by surprise. While their relationship had started merely as his needing someone to help with the upkeep of his castle, it had changed. He really hadn't realized just how lonely he was until Belle was there day in and day out. Talking, asking questions. While at first he didn't know how to respond, she didn't seem to mind. But she'd remained persistent in pushing through the barrier that he'd erected between himself and the world. The world that had taken so much from him. The world that he had put so much pain into. Yet in that dark room with thick curtains, he'd found he'd fallen in love with the optimistic woman that had dared to shed light into his home and into his heart.

"I think you'll like it as well." He smiled, shifting to lay down, being careful about his ailing leg. It was a nuisance, but there was little that he could do about it. The Dark One was able to take that ailment from him when it was in control, but Rumplestiltskin didn't really know how it did that. Perhaps it was the power itself, or that it just healed the person's body, riding it of any and all ailments.

"I look forward to them." He responded to her kiss. "I love you, Belle. I never stopped loving you." Which was an admission he hadn't exactly meant to make, but there it was. And at least for now, neither of them need worry about anything else. Come morning, they would have things they needed to begin thinking and talking about, but those things would be saved for daylight after they both slept peacefully. Rumplestiltskin couldn't remember the last time he had a peaceful sleep.

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