Heey there! Can we get a snippet, please? Something you really want to share ;-)
(A/N: for you, always! I’m pretty sure, by the winky face, that you’re looking for smut. But you should know by now that I am a colossal tease.)
No, what had Rumpelstiltskin’s shaking with nervous anticipation was what Jefferson had done when he’d sat down at the dinner table. He’d taken a look at the small purple vial next to his wine - the one with the contraceptive potion. With slow, deliberate movements, he’d pushed the vial to the side, his smirk mischievous and dark with intent. A glance over at Belle had shown a similar smug grin on her face. The message was clear: there would be no need for the potion tonight. Whatever they had planned for him tonight, it seemed they were both in on it.
When the three of them retired to the parlor, Rumpel took his usual seat, but was surprised when Jefferson sat next to him and Belle took the winged armchair. The air was practically vibrating with tension, and Rumpel found himself downing the last of his drink to steady himself. He leaned forward to place his empty glass on the coffee table, and by the time he was leaning back, Jefferson’s large, pale hand was already creeping its way up his inner thigh. He sucked in a breath through his nose, a shiver of excitement tripping up his spine.