Chapter 27: Sleeping with a tail cause problems for Mr. Gold when he wakes up.
Synopsis: Mr. Gold is feared by the population of the small town of Storybrooke north of Milton in queen Victoria’s England. Known as the Crocodile for his cold blooded nature and his cruel actions, Mr. Gold knows the true horror he can become if something set a fire in his blood. However no one has been able to do so, but then he runs into a young woman who owns a bookstore and something he thought long buried starts clawing its way to the surface.
Though asleep Mr. Gold’s rest was not easy. In fact it was something which made his sleep uneasy. A certain coldness which went up his spine. It was not enough to wake him completely, but enough to stir a more instinctual part of his mind.
It was seeking out the warmth of the woman that was laying next to him. Already his arms had started to wrap around her. As always she in her sleep would always turn towards him, laying her arm over his back, feeling the fabric of his shirt, taking in the smell of him even in her sleep.
Though he felt her warmth against his chest and limbs… it wasn’t enough… the chill remained in his spine.
Slowly this instinctual part of his mind moved his tail further under the blanket towards the greatest source of warmth in the bed.
Her.
Belle let out a slight murmur as she felt the brush of scales against the soft fabric of her nightgown. Mr. Gold started become more comfortable with his tail resting against her… but… he desired her warmth even more so, trying to feel more of that comforting warmth, bringing her closer to him.
Belle was more than willing to move closer but still feeling the tail nudge against the back of her legs. Insisting as it was and on the verge of waking her from her sleep she absentmindedly parted her legs and felt something place between her legs. Though she could not place it in her sleeping mind, she still felt comfortable and slipped back into deep sleep.
Mr. Gold let out a soft gasp as he felt a pleasant warmth spread up towards his spine. Letting out a relieved breath he felt himself relax. Finally he felt warm and comfortable and with that he was completely at ease.
So it was like this that he slipped deep into sleep, his arms around the woman that he adored so greatly, the one that had both doomed and saved him. Thus the night passed with the maiden in the arms of the man with his tail between her legs.
It was Mr. Gold that woke first in the morning light. Already he could hear the scurrying of the imps milling around the room. They were not supposed to be in the room, though with how Belle was treating them, constantly bringing them with her everywhere, including into the room, putting them on the bed to snuggle them, so there was no wonder they had gotten confused. Luckily they shunned away from the bed as they did not enjoy sleeping and then all the sudden get a knee or elbow poking them.
Slowly he opened his eyes, blinking a bit as the light offended his sensitive reptilian eyes. Glancing up he saw the large imp sitting on his nightstand looking down at him.
“What do you want…?” he muttered. The large imp leaned its head to the side before it jumped down. He sighed softly shaking his head.
He was not aware of what time that it was, nor did he really care. He was far to comfortable to even begin to get up yet. Mornings like this, having her rest so easily in his arms he felt at peace, her warmth seeping into his cooling body and how he felt it run up the length of his spine…
He blinked before he realized just what he was feeling.
Lifting up the blanket he found his tail having pushed up her nightgown so that her nude exposed legs were around it as it had placed itself between her creamy thighs.
Mr. Gold was in a state of silent panic. Fair enough he was not awake and aware of just what he was doing, but in his mind this did not in any way excuse why his had touched the young maiden in such an indecent way.
His situation were not helped that like most mornings he found his one arm trapped under her and her still resting against his chest while her arm was laying across his side.
Still he could not have her wake up to find out just what he had done in the throws of sleep. Still how to remove the offending tail without her waking up…
It seemed almost impossible and he would have no excuse if he was to be caught.
Slowly he then uncurled his tail from her leg, though it seemed almost unwilling to do so and a part of him simply wished remained there… feel her warmth… perhaps simply shift his position slightly so that she would be under him, her body pressed against his and the mattress below.
He did not want to think such things. The young woman had been kind enough to be willing to share his bed, but this did not mean that he should ever be allowed to do something like this to her.
But at the same time it had been so easy for him to fall… he had known how much he adored her for a long while though he knew that he could never have her. Still her heart was pounding loudly each time she joked about them being a family. That she enjoyed her time in his mansion so much that she would consider it her home.
If he could have one wish… he would wish everything she said could be true.
Still now was not the time for such foolish thoughts. Slowly he started to pull his tail out, doing his best to do this as slowly as possible so that she would not notice it.
A slight gasp from her soft lips made him freeze, unable to breathe for a moment as he feared that she had started to wake. But it seemed that she had simply stirred, though her legs had clamped even further around his tail, he feeling the gentle pressure of her against it.
He felt himself grow warm, his blazing reptilian eyes looking upon her face as he continued to try to pull away his tail, but it was now getting near impossible. Not that he couldn’t… it would be very easy for him to rip the tail away from her, but then he would be caught.
The beast within him was also fighting him, wishing to feel her closer and he felt that he was loosing the fight against himself, instead pressing against her, finding his tail continuing to curl around her leg instead of continuing to remove itself.
Leaning his cold body against her, he found herself delighting against the warmth of her, taking in the smell of her skin.
He knew that he should not… he knew that he was breaking the trust that she had placed upon him when she had agreed to share his bed. His hand was caressing her arm gently, his head leaning closer towards her, nuzzling her neck, the beast within drooling at her smell.
Mr. Gold was certain that he almost felt his heart stop when he lifted his head and his golden eyes met her blue eyes. The shock left him unable to speak and it did not lessen as he felt her hands brush against his sides, moving onto his back.
There was a questioning look in her blue eyes, a strange curiosity, but there was no fear… if anything it was an… eagerness… a willingness.
The beast inside was snarling at him, compelling him to claim her, to press his lips against her own and use those sharp claws that he had been granted to rip her dress apart. That she was willing…
“Mr. Gold…?” she murmured softly, continuing to caressing her hands across her back.
“Belle… uh…” he was stuttering.
“Is there… is there something that… that you want to tell me?” she questioned, a bit more uncertain, but… not because she was frightened. She felt her breath grow rapid as she felt herself move against him.
“Um… the imps are in the room… and uh… I am very sorry, but it seems my… my tail is sort of…” he was at this point so flustered that he was unable to continue. Belle let out a slight blush as she realized.
“Oh… sorry…” she stuttered releasing her grip on his tail, him quickly removing it as they scrambled away from each other, both of them pretending that everything was as it was always was, a perfectly normal night.
“No… seemingly it was drawn to heat… seems it has become a instinct of mine… and… guess I am not used to… well… the tail,” he ran his claws through his hair, trying to recollect himself. Belle sat on her side of the bed, glancing over at him and giving a smile and reached out her hand, resting her hand on his shoulder gently.
“Not the worst sort of instinct… after all… I know of no one who really likes to be cold… and you don’t do so good in the cold,” she continued to stroke his shoulder. He gave her a small smile… how could she be so comforting with what that he had done.
“Never really enjoyed the cold… but that dislike has only grown lately,” he huffed slightly. She had no other choice other than the slight giggle.
“Guess that is only natural, you know… with the scales and all,” she giggled with a shrug smiling softly. He simply gave a shrug.
“I guess,” he repeated, taking a glance over at her as she turned to see that the imps had opened the door to get into the room, the door still ajar.
“Wonder why they felt the need to get into the room though,” she muttered as she patted the bed, getting some of the imps to jump up, her awarding them with petting when they did as she wanted.
“You have spoiled them too much, so now they believe that us sleeping in entitles them to come inside as their morning petting is delayed,” he mused towards her, the large imp jumping up next to its master, looking up at him. He met its eyes and he understood.
There had been intruders during the night.
They had of course been easily dispatched of. The imps were small… but many and with humans being unsuspecting prey… well… the imps had been eating well.
But they were protective over their master and his dearest, their instinct driving them to keep close. The evidence had been hidden, they were good at that.
