So for anyone who's reading "Just for the Smut," here's a recap: Bae died, Gold grieved, and then we had a happy RumBelle Valentine's Day Date (finally). They are returning to his place after a romantic evening out and far too much waiting. Hope you all enjoy the Lemon-Tea.

Belle's only impression of Gold's home so far was that it had an impossible amount of stairs to navigate if you happened to be joined to another person at the lips. She knew they were leaving a wake of shoes, coats, scarves, gloves and clothing strewn from his garage all the way to the top floor of his town house, but she had no idea that their final destination would be so – for lack of a better word – huge.

He'd converted the entire top floor into a penthouse of sorts, but Belle was not looking at his choice of décor. She was looking at Anthony. His hair was disheveled from her fingers weaving their way through it and he looked nearly ready to pounce on her with his pants obviously tenting. That man was was wearing entirely too many clothes.

Gold wanted to give her the tour, eventually. He rarely brought outsiders into his sanctuary, preferring to conduct his previous liaisons in a neutral spaces like town cars, hotel rooms or – if a woman was particularly lovely – in the guest bedroom down the hall from his main suite. As it was, they were both full of fine wine, good food and entirely too busy shedding clothing on the way to his robust master-suite.

Belle's hands were half way done unfastening his belt, her body perched on the edge of his broad king-size bed, when Gold finally remembered to discard his cane. He was going to worship this woman, do things right for a change, and whether either of them could walk straight in the morning would have to be left to fate.

Suddenly he was left in nothing but his boxers, his erection throbbing, and Belle was looking up at him wearing only a pair of lacy panties and her new necklace. He loved seeing the fine platinum chain looped through the handle of the tiny chipped-cup charm. It was the closest he'd come to stamping her with his name.

"Let me.. get something," he panted, hating how hastily he'd treated her that day in his office. Being hurriedly fucked against his office wet bar and then pushed out into his secretary's waiting room was not the memory Gold wanted to leave her with for their first time. He could un-do what they'd gone through that day any more than Belle could bring back his Bae, but he was going to give her one hell of a night to compare it by.

Gold produced a condom from his bedside table and began unwrapping it awkwardly. "I'm sorry; I should have thought of that last time."

"I'm, ah... On something. For that," Belle supplied. "We don't need.."

"Are you positive, dearie?"

She nodded her assent, and he flung the thing away. Gold was practically growling as he pulled the last pin from her disheveled chignon and set Belle's chestnut curls spiraling down around her face. Belle crawled backwards over the duvet, making room for him to pursue her into the center of the bed, and half a heart-beat later, he was filling his senses with her – with everything.

It would be so easy to love her selfishly. She might not even notice, because all he wanted to do was pin her hands above her head and kiss her from mouth to navel before destroying her panties and devouring her whole. Women liked that, didn't they? But he'd know, and that was enough for him to kiss her passionately and give her hands a chance to do as they pleased.

Belle's hands were everywhere he wanted them to be, tugging his hair, clawing his back, and exploring his chest. He wouldn't last long at this rate. Anthony latched his mouth to a pert nipple and ran his fingers over the damp lace between her legs. She was gasping, moaning. Her creamy flesh was flushed rosy, darker than her usual peach, and Belle's entire body thrust itself up to meet him as he slipped his hand between her skin and the lace to run a finger over her wet opening.

"Anthony.." She'd hitched a leg around his hip, and was drawing him in.

Gold thought his response probably sounded more like a grunt than any semblance of speech, but he knew what he was doing. Slowly, gently. He wanted to give her everything. Still, every time she pressed her soft, sweet hips into his hands and groin, his cock twitched and demanded to be set free. The anticipation would kill them, his body knew. Nothing could save him. Nothing. Except maybe if he plunged himself into Belle's hot, tight body and thrust the full length of his shaft from tip to torso repeatedly. That might do it. Yes, good idea. Lovely.

Belle was flush against him, her body trembling, and he knew she'd come undone under his deft fingers while he was forcing his own body to obey. Softly. Slowy. Say I love you with your actions tonight, since you're still so cowardly.

As Gold moved to replace his hand with his face, Belle's small hand tugged at his nape, pulling him back to her mouth. Anthony wrapped his arms around her and turned both of them onto their sides, face to face, as he petted and kissed her – content to relent his attentions for a few moments and bask in her scent if it meant Belle got what she liked.

"Anthony," she groaned against his lips. "Enough foreplay."

"You deserve..."

"I've been waiting for weeks. Enough. Foreplay." And just like that his brave little gypsy had spun him around in their sultry dance and was sitting atop his hips, legs astride, with her entire body on display.

Gold's cock stood at its full height, throbbing from underneath his silky boxers, nudging Belle's back-side. What could he do? Tonight, he liked what Belle liked, and the new view took his breath away.

"Belle..." He wasn't sure if it was a protest or a prayer, but she silenced him with a kiss anyway. As she pulled his underwear away, the last piece of fabric either of them had in place, Gold had to choke back the urge to beg. Anything, if she would only...

The sound he made when she lowered herself onto him set Belle's insides trembling, and she began riding him frantically, hitting her most sensitive place.

Gold grabbed her hips and helped Belle slam herself against him. He could feel her walls contracting, and the tightness drove him crazy, but if he could just hold on for another few moments then he could bring her off for a third time and she would...

Belle came. She was panting, clawing and screaming his name, and it was all Anthony could do not to join her in one mind-boggling burst, but somehow he held on and kept himself contained. She was still wrapped around him, leaned over, kissing him and getting ready to begin grinding herself against him again, when Gold made his move.

Anthony had Belle on her back, smiling silly and glowing with a fine sheen of sweat; she seemed entirely pleased with herself, so he took the opportunity to run his tongue over the now swollen, glistening nub between her legs. Gold had her mewling for release again, whipped into a frenzy by his tongue, and when he knew she was close he thrust himself back into her and began pumping with his hips.

The taste of her body mingled with his had driven him nearly wild with desire, and he wasn't going to last long, but fortunately Belle's body was responding to him automatically and she was beginning to throb around him again.

Gold screamed, something that may have been words or a name, once upon a time, and buried himself in her as deeply as he could when she finally clamped down around him and began to come again. This time, he came too, in four long belts that rocked his spine from his head and his heart from his chest. He was spent.

He kissed Belle again for good measure before wrapping his arms around her and sinking gracelessly into the pillows. Gold's last cogent thought before sleep was that Belle looked good in his bed. He'd like to see her there more often.