Devious Journal Entry

Disclaimer: I only own Willow.

Warning: sex scene in this chapter.

"What do you do for a living?" I asked one night, a month after the ball. I started to refuse Alphonse right away, as a result he banished me from his property. Victor secretly let me remain at the summer house.

"I make deals, dearie." he smirked.

"How about your hobby?" I asked.

"I spin straw into gold." he replied. I smirked.

"I knew you had spinners hands." I said releasing his hands but he just took mine in his, wanting to be touching as always.

"How do you figure?" he teased.

"My great grandmother was a spinner, my whole family knew how to spin, my mother taught me and I plan to teach my children how to spin, should I remember, it's been quite a while." I said looking to the ground. I remember watching the wheel while my mother spun wool into thread for her summer knitting. She always knitted thick blankets for us in the winter.

"Well why don't we see." he said and with a wave of his hand a large spinning wheel appeared in a cloud of purple haze. My jaw dropped and I gasped standing from our spot. I walked over to it and observed it smiling.

"I've never seen one so large." I exclaimed. The wheel was taller then my 5'4 stature.

"Come." he said kneeling behind the stool he had conjured. I went and sat in front of him. He placed his hands on my upper arms.

"There's no wool." I said.

"We won't need it, now, let me help you." he said, he conjured a basket of straw and set it onto the snow. He took the thinnest but longest piece and put it onto the piece of thread coming through the hole. He began to spin the wheel and the straw began to go through. He took my hands and had me take over but all that came out was straw that kept breaking. I couldn't reveal that I was a witch. He might tell Victor, and I could be burned at the stake.

"Why aren't we-"

"Shh. Just keep spinning." he shushed me. I obeyed. He watched me spin while rubbing my arms gently. He pushed my wavy hair behind my ear and to the side, exposing my neck. He began to softly kiss my shoulder and neck after moving my night gown to reveal the smooth skin underneath. I had a hard time concentrating. His kisses move up my neck and he was soon nibbling on my ear gently. It tickled causing me to giggle.

"You're extremely distracting Rumpel." I said smirking. I felt him smile.

"Well you're extremely irresistible." he huskily said into my ear, I closed my eyes in pleasure. His warm breath almost had me melting into his welcoming arms. I forgot I was still spinning.

"Look..." he whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes to see that I was spinning straw into gold. I had let my guard slip. He wasn't reacting as I thought he would. He must of known I had magic. Which means, he knew me before I even met him.

"How long did you follow me? Before we met." I asked dropping the thread of gold and standing from my seat, crossing my arms and keeping my back to him. He hesitated before answering.

"Ever since I saw you in the market place dearie."

"Why?"

"I believe you already know."

"Tell me anyway." I said turning back to him putting my hands on my hips before continuing. "You just made me reveal my largest secret to you, and you knew it was going to happen. What spell have you put me under, how are you making me feel like this?" I questioned. He looked genuinely confused.

"Like what?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and sighed frustrated. I took his hand and put it over my heart.

"You know what! I love you and I'm completely under your command. I know little about you and yet I feel...I feel as if you're the one. The moment I saw you for the first time that day, the moment you pulled my body to yours," I stepped closer to him, his eyes were mesmerized but happy.

"I wanted you to take me, to fuck me, to...to love me, and I'm happy you do, it's just, I want more than just love and it all feels so magical it has to be a spell." I finished. He smiled.

"I've done nothing, once I heard your voice, when I first saw you, I knew I had to have you. I felt this...this pull to you. Now I see that we're meant to be one." he said, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me as close as possible to him.

"You are my maiden, my obsession, my love. Willow, you. Are. Mine. And you no longer belong here but instead, at my side." he huskily said and forced me into a kiss. I closed my eyes as I felt the magic between us combine and make love. I was his, he was mine. When we pulled away we were in a different room. A room full of color!

I pulled away from him and looked around, completely marveled by all the color. I looked down at my skin, it had gone from pure white to a pale skin tone.

"Is this...your world?" I asked. The room we were in seemed to be a large dining room. A spinning wheel in the corner, curtains closed over long windows, candelabra giving off the only light, tapestries on the walls, and odd items from swords, hats, staffs, and even a hand were on pedestals as if they were trophies.

"It is, we are home." he said pulling me back to him and kissing me once again. I smiled at the word. Home.

"So you really aren't afraid of me, for being a witch?" I asked when we pulled apart. His forehead rested on mine.

"I could never fear someone I love that is as kind and stunning as you are." he flirted. I smiled wide and giggled.

"Well then I could never fear nor hate someone as loving, interesting, and irresistible as you." I retorted running my hands down his chest and wrapping them around his waist. He moaned.

"And now, my angel, I'm finished with holding myself back." he growled out before ravishing my neck and caressing my sides. I moaned loudly when he found the right spot. He chuckled the gripped my thighs and forced me to jump and wrap my legs around his waist. He began to grind his erection into me.

"Eager are we?" I teased. He shushed me with a kiss. "Don't be gentle." I commanded softly before kissing along his jaw. He laid me onto the table and rested on top of me as he undid the ties of his trousers, freeing his erection.

"Why? Not a virgin?" he asked. His hand untied my robe and slid it off. He also slid off my night gown leaving me nude.

"You know I'm not. Victor's father has raped me ever since I was seventeen." I reminded him angrily. He froze and looked into my eyes before he was filled with rage when he saw I spoke the truth. He had tried to forget what had happened to me after the Valentine ball.

"Later my love, right now I want you to make me forget him, make me only know you." I said putting my legs back around his waist and pulling him to meet my ready and waiting vagina. He grasped my hips then slid into me with one quick movement. Oh he was so much bigger then what I was used to. His rage fueled his thrusts as he grunted pounding into me hard and fast. Claiming me as his. The slapping of my skin and his leather-like clothing echoed in the room along with our moans, grunts, groans, and sighs.

He sucked and bit on my neck. His arms were under my back with his hands entangled within my hair. His clothing rubbed against my skin as he thrust his hips, pushing his penis in and out, over and over, harder and faster. Soon he was out of rhythm, thrusting faster he hoisted himself onto his hands and caressed my face while he grunted, nearing release.

I felt my own release coming. His thumb worked my clit to help it come faster.

"Come on, come on." he seemed to beg himself. I finally felt my walls clench with pleasure as waves of my orgasm washed over me. He cried out and I felt his member pulse as he came long and hard into my womb. He growled and grunted as he continued thrust, riding the high and pushing his seed further into me.

"Oh Rumpelstiltskin!" I cried out as I collapsed onto the table, he lay on top of me panting and still connected.

"I will be the only man to ever do this to you from now on." he said aggressively into my ear before pulling me into a deep kiss.

"Of course. Always." I replied and couldn't help but fall asleep from exhaustion.

I know it was a bit short but more to come in the next chapter, Victor coming for the heart to bring back his brother, the curse, and Willow's storybrooke counterpart.