Belle slowly approached the shop at the end of the street, the envelope Ruby had begged her to deliver when the dinner got busy clutched in her hand. In all her years in Storybrooke, she had never had to go into Mr. Gold's shop. Her apartment above the library was paid for by the township, and though the shop looked inviting to her, all sorts of a treasures on display, Ruby had always convinced her not to go.

The anticipation of finally going into the shop was off set by doubts about what happened the night before. While she didn't regret what she did with the man, she did think that she should have stayed or woken him up, or even just gone through his wallet to find his name, something to find him again just in case he didn't find the library's business card. With a sigh, she decided to ask Ruby who had held the party and see if they could identify him, and opened the door to Mr. Gold's Pawn Shop.

A bell jingled over the door when she opened it, but the front room was empty. She was glad as it gave her time to look around. At the far end of the glass display case to the left of the door there was a tea set caught her attention. It was white with a stylized blue flower. Leaning forward she bent over to look closer. She was distracted by it and didn't hear the light tap-step and someone came out of the back room, but his voice had her jolting upright.

“Find something you like, Dearie?”

** ** * ** **

Gold sighed as the bell above the shop door rang. He considered not opening the shop, but only did it as some rents were do. Waking up alone on the couch in Jefferson's library and left him in a depressed mood and he had been sitting in the back of the shop ever since. He didn't know why part of him thought that she would still be there, but now he was kicking himself for not getting her name.

He stood to go see what his customer wanted, feeling in his suit pocket for the little cardboard square. The fact that she had left a business card the only think that gave him hope she wanted him to find her and he had planned to swing by the library at lunch.

It was the memory of the woman and what they did last night that he blamed for his suddenly dry throat and blood flowing south as he parted the curtain to go out into the front of the shop and was presented with a very find bum as the woman it belonged to leaned over the display case. The shapely legs under the very find bum didn't help as they were displayed by a pair of high heels. His heart thumped once in hazy recognition and he pushed away any hope with seeing that even her hair was correct. He wasn't that lucky.

“Find something you like, Dearie?” he asked, after clearing his throat, and realized he was that lucky as she jolted up right. She didn't turn to face him, but tilted her head to the side to look behind her. Her eyes widened.

“You,” she breathed out and bit her bottom lip.

“Yes, me,” he told her, not knowing what came over him as he stepped up behind her and pressed himself against her back, his hands cradling her hips. “Now, which of my many treasures has captured you attention?”

He whispered the question in her ear and nosed his way down to nibble on her earlobe. She gasped and tilted her head to the side to give him more room.

“Come now, My Dear,” he murmured against her neck, his hands running down her thigh to inch up her skirt. “I haven't go all day.”

She gasped at that, but it was more because his hand cup her. She moaned an pushed into his hand.

“Tisk, tisk, My Dear,” he said, using the edge of his finger to trace the triangle scrap of lace covering her. “What use is this? One good breeze outside and everyone in town would know your business. It's almost better to have gone with out.”

His finger nudged it aside and pressed between her outer folds, coating his fingers in her before thrusting them inside, making sure that his palm pressed against her clit with every thrust. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and she keened, hands scrambling behind her to un-zip him, hand reaching in to stoke him through his boxers.

“Oh, no, My Dear. No touching the antiques.” His hands left her to gather hers and pressed them on to the glass counter.

“Not-not antique,” she huffed out as his hand returned to moving insider her.

“You didn't answer my question?” he ignored her comment, “What were you looking at?”

she leaned forward to tap at the glass above the tea set and he used that to unfasten his pants, they slid to his ankles, and his boxers stopped at his knees. A hand on her back pressed her more firmly against the counter and he slammed into her.

They both howled!

Hands on her hips and pounded into her, her hands gripping the edges side of the case to steady, until they settled into a rhythm, and he returned his fingers to her clit.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted and he could feel her walls starting to flutter around him. With great effort he stepped back and pulled out of her.

** ** * ** **

Belle howled again, this time in discontent as he withdrew for her when she was on the verge of orgasm. Whatever she was going to say was lost as he pulled her and spun her around. He mouth descended on her and she sucked on his tongue as his hands gripped her ass and lifted her onto the counter. He slammed back into her and she fell back, a scream leaving her throat. He started moving again and she arched, head tilted to look out the shop window, the early afternoon sun streaming in through the display of crystals as people passed by. What would they think if they looked in?

She looked back at him and his smirk told her he followed her thoughts, then his gaze traveled down her chest. One of his hands left her hips and undid the second and third buttons on her blouse, pulling it open to expose her bra. The movement had shifted the cups and her nipples were just peeking out. As he watched them, she brought her hands up to tease them. She didn't expose them anymore, but bushed against them, circled them inside their fabric barrier. He groaned and started working her clit again.

As her walls started fluttering again, she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck, locked her ankles at the small of his back and bit his shoulder as she exploded.

** ** * ** **

Gold trembled as he held off his orgasm, fingers moving fast to prolong her. Then when her head dropped against his shoulder, he reached under her to grab her ass. He thrust up into her once, the pain in his ankle doing wonders to keep his orgasm at bay. The two steps he could managed hand her pressed up against the door jamb to the back room. She moaned as he started to move, long slow strokes out. Hard and fast thrust in. his eyes founds her breast, the nipples disappearing every time he pulled out, only to reappear as he slammed into her. Leaning down, he used his tongue to nudge the right one out of it's confinement and sucked it into her mouth.

She arched, pushing deeper into his mouth and he sped up, no longer holding off the release that washed over him. When his hips stopped jerking, he fell backwards onto the other doorjamb and used it to slide down to the floor. His ankle screamed in relief, and the both sighed as she settled on top of him, his now soft cock still embedded firmly inside her as the panted against each others shoulders.

“Belle,” she sighed against his shoulder a few moments later.

“Hm?” He tilted his head towards her and she looked up at him, hand gently pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“My name,” she said, “It's Belle.”

“Oh? Nice to meet you, Belle.”

She smiled.

“Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Gold.”

She leaned in to kiss him, but he shook his head.

“Jackson,” he said to her frown, “My name is Jackson.”

“Jackson,” she repeated. He nodded, then kissed her.

“Would you think me bold, Jackson, if I asked you to join me for dinner tonight?”

“That is a bold proposition, Belle. And I would not be opposed to it, but I'm sure you've heard the nothing with me comes without a price.” He smiled at to assure her he was teasing. She grinned back at him.

“What price, Mr. Gold?”

“That you allow me to help you get ready to leave my shop.”

She frowned at him and he wrapped his arms more securely around her as he twisted them to be laying half in the front room, half in the back. He lifted off of her and scooted down to her knees and lifted her right leg. Turning his head to keep her eyes, he ran his tongue along her inner thigh. Broad stokes to reach as much of their combined fluids. When he got to the crease where her thigh turned into her hip, he switched legs.

If he hadn't just hand more orgasm in the last twenty four hours then the last twenty four year, he was sure her would have been hard again by the time he reached her folds. Just from her taste alone, but the contented sounds she was making as she petted his hair would have helped.

He swallowed hard, rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth to saver the taste as he righted the ridiculous scrap of lace over her core. He pulled down her skirt and settled on hands and knees over her. He gave each nipple a suck and an nip before reverently placing them back into the cups of her bra and buttoning her blouse.

“There,” he said, “All ready to face the gossips of Storybrooke.”

“And you?” she asked, sitting up, arm outstretched.

But he shook his head and pushed away from her, pulling up his boxers and pants, reaching through the doorway grab his cane and stand. Once up, he held out his hand for her. She stood and he kissed away the frown on her face.

“Granny's at seven?” he asked. She nodded and with one more kiss and a wave at the door, she was gone. He watched her cross the street and go into the library and locked the door.

Belle was sure her smile was strained as she shrugged off the hand trying to wrap around her shoulder. She now understood why Ruby wouldn't tell her anything about the party at a mansion in the woods she was dragging Belle to, though there might have been a hint of wordplay in the statement: “You're coming with me, Belle! After Gaston, you need to get back in the swing of things!”

She smiled politely and quickly turned to the drinks table as someone else approached her with that look in his eyes. Her eyes widened when she saw the hallway next to the table was empty. Empty and quiet! And ever better, through the partly open door at the end, she could see a bookshelf! Quickly glancing behind her she, she saw no one was looking and darted down the hall to the safety.

It was with a sigh of contentment that she leaned back against the closed door of the library, all sounds of the party shut out.

“Escaping the debauchery as well, Dearie?”

She jumped at the voice and sucked in a breath at the man sitting on one of the couches. The voice alone sent shivers down her back to make her knees week, but the sight of the well fit suit, the rugged handsome face over it topped with the floofy-ist hair that had her hand clenching with the need to be buried in it. All of this on top of the fact he was reading  'Thornbirds', He was her naughtiest dreams come true.

** ** * ** **

Jackson Gold looked up from the book he was reading when he heard the door close. He had thought that Jefferson's library would be the safest place to get away from the insanity going on in the main part of the  mansion and he wondered again what induced Jefferson to invite him to a swingers party of all things!

The barb on the tip of his tongue to tell the amorous couple,or more, to move to another room died on his lips as he saw the woman leaning against the door. He was pretty sure he forgot to breathe as he took in the    brown curls, the shapely body and gorgeous legs exposed by the short skirt she was wearing. The relief on her face let him know that she was hiding just as he was.

“Escaping the debauchery as well, Dearie?”

She gasped and snapped her head towards him, causing him to forget to breathe again at the incredible blue of her eyes.

“Yes,” she said slowly, head titled to the side, and he wondered what caused her to swallow so hard as she stared at him.  “Is that okay?”

He nodded and waved his hand to the rest of the room.

“By all means.”

She swallowed again and took a hesitant step into the library. He thought she would pick a book of her own and they would read in peace until  they were able to leave, but he didn't expect her to sit on the couch with him. He's not sure how her tentative question about the book, which she said was her favorite, turned into a conversation about other things, or how that turned into them looking at each other and leaning to for a kiss, but he wasn't going to complain.

** ** * ** **

Belle sigh both because of the kiss and the face that she finally got her hands into his hair. She twined strands between her fingers, never wanting to stop, but she did so that she could push his suit jacket off. He  shrugged out of it while she worked on his waistcoat, it and his tie and shirt were quickly disposed of. Once he was bared to the waist, she pushed him back on the couch, hands roaming along his chest, nails scraping his nipples as they puckered. He groaned and reached up to cup her nape, pulling her down for another kiss.

She moaned herself as he sucked on her tongue. She pulled away to straddle him, crossing her arms in front of her and pull off her blouse and bra in one go. He gasped and brought his hands up to cup her breast, kneading them, before sitting up and pulling a nipple into his mouth. She arched her back causing her to ground against the erection she could feel growing under her. Scrambling between them, she undid his belt and pants, and she lifted up as he wiggled out of them with out removing his mouth from her. She payed no mind to the rip of fabric as her underwear was destroyed, only that is freed her to sink down onto him.

He let go of her breast with a pop and their eyes met as she rose up again and slammed down on him. Bracing her hands on his shoulder, she rode him as hard as she could, helped along by his hands on her hips. Hands that wandered, up her sides to her breast, down her back to cup her ass, kneading them or using his hold to pull her faster down into his thrusts, while he captured her nipple again, sucking on it as her orgasm grew and grew and exploded behind her eyes.

She was only partially as he slammed up into her, his release filling her, mixing with her own juices as she slumped against his chest.

** ** * ** **

Jackson was disoriented as he awoke. He ceiling above him wasn't strange, neither was the leather couch under him, he had fallen asleep in Jefferson's library enough time, but he weight on his chest was different. Also, being naked was new, but the weight was naked too. Well, almost. Her skirt was still rucked up to her waist and he was still inside her. As he breathed in her scent, he could feel himself hardening.

The woman was waking up as well, an adorable moan coming for her as she rubbed her face on his chest. As easily as he could, he rolled them, sighing in discontent as he slipped out of her, but it was necessary. Once she was on her back, he removed her skirt and knelt between her legs, lifting one over his shoulder, he extended his tongue and licked her folds from bottom to top, cleaning their arousal off of her, getting her inner thighs as well, before retuning his attention core. He kept up the long slow strokes until he was sure she was awake. When she gripped his hair and bucked her hips, he thrust his tongue into her and brushed her clit with his nose.

Her cries filled the library and he could feel himself getting harder, the ache to be inside her intensifying, but he kept at it, switching to suck and tongue the bundle of nerves above her opening, and thrusting three fingers insider her.

She screamed, back bowing, hands tightening his his hair as she clenched around his fingers. He kept going, drawing it out, not sure if the next scream was another orgasm or a continuation of the first and not really caring, he just kept going and going as more orgasms were pulled from her.

“Stop,” she gasped out, tugging his hair.

He stopped, placing one last kiss on her clit, he moved up to lay on his side between her and the back of the couch. The satiated look on her face pleased him more then any physical release. But when she cupped his face and pulled him down for a almost chaste kiss, he groaned and couldn't stop his hips from rocking against hers. Especially when she kissed him again, persuading his tongue to play with her, sucking it into her mouth as she reached down and started to stroke him. The groan was ripped from his throat as his release spilled across her stomach.

He wanted to say something and opened his mouth to do so, but she just shook her head and pulled his down to rest on her breast. He held off sleep until he was sure she had drifted off.

** ** * ** **

The chirping of a bird Belle didn't recognize woke her and she could tell from the light outside the window that dawn as almost here. She had never felt so relaxed and it was all because of the man sleeping mostly on top of her. She carded her hands in his hair, wondering at her thoughts of waking him up for another go, but she sighed and slipped out from under him. Dressing quickly, she thought about trying to find ruby, if Ruby was even still here, but she didn't relish looking through all the couple to find her friend.

Looking back at the man on the couch, she bit her lip. What was the etiquette at this type of party? They didn't even exchange names, was she just supposed to leave? Or was she supposed to wake him up to say goodbye? She had never been one for casual sex, but last night as fantastic and she didn't want to leave with out knowing who he was. Would he want more then that?

She decided to leave a hint, for him to decide. Picking up the copy of 'Thornbirds' he was reading and she replaced his bookmark with a business card for the Library and hurried out of the room.

“Belle!” The quiet shout made her jump and she turned to see Ruby standing at the end of the hall. “You're still here! I looked for you last night and thought you bailed no me!”

` “No, I, uh...” she trialed off and looked behind her. Even though she shared everything with Ruby, last night felt too special, “I found a library.”