The dinner at Granny's is turning out rather nice, and Mr. Gold's surprising everyone by being very pleasant. We have burger and fries, and a couple of bottles of beer.
After a third bottle, I make my way over to the jukebox and put on an old classic, and ask Gold to dance with me.
"No, I couldn't possibly," he starts.
"Ah pish, I know what you're capable of," I smirk.
He takes my hand and I usher us to the middle of the floor. We dance quite clumsily, but that's what makes it so fun. Granny's smiling from behind the counter, and Ruby asks a random customer to dance with her.
Winded we sit down in the booth, on the same side this time, and close. I'm smiling like a silly lovestruck girl, but I am, blessing my car for breaking down and making me find a place somewhat out of a story book.
Suddenly I frown a little, thinking about the car, if anyone's found it, if someone's looking for the owner.
"What's the matter?" Gold asks.
"I was just thinking of my car stranded in the middle of no where. I've kinda tried to forget about it, and I don't mind if someone takes it off my hands, it's a pile of junk anyway," I smile. "I just... Have this feeling it broke down for a reason."
"And why is that?" Mr. Gold asks, stroking his fingers up my sleeve.
"Because if it didn't I wouldn't have met you."
"Well, give my compliments to the pile of junk if you see it again," he leans in, kissing my cheek.
"I sure will," I turn my head to face his lips and kiss him sultry.
"Why don't we have the dessert back at the house," Gold grins.
"Sounds good to me," I say, biting my lip. 

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A couple of months go by, and I'm having a great time in Storybrooke. I enjoy my work at Mr. Gold's Antiques shop, and living in his house. We spend a lot of time together reading, cooking meals, having mindblowing sex and just falling more and more in love. Ruby and I are very close now, and I've even had coffee with Regina a few times. Ruby's not pleased with that, saying the Mayor got a dark agenda as well, but I tell her that one should not judge a book buy it's cover, like she did with Gold.

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We're at the shop when the Regina comes hurtling inside. Her hair is a mess and she's out of breath.
"What's the matter?" I ask, well aware it's been rather gray and windy outside all morning, and that she might be here to warn us about the storm that is undeniably coming.
"Henry! I can't find Henry! He's gone," Regina shouts. "And the storm is soon to hit the town."
"We'll help you look!" I say before even consulting Mr. Gold. He looks somewhat redundant to join in the search, but doesn't want to look bad, so he locks up and we head out into the wind flogging our faces with cold rain. 

We search high and low for as long as we can, but the storm is soon to set in with all it's might and we need to seek shelter.
Regina goes home, hoping Henry will find his way back, or stay clear of the storm till it's safe to come out, and Mr. Gold and I head back to the shop, since Gold's more concerned about his antiques than his sturdy house.

The wind is grabbing the walls hard, and the windows wobble under preasure, and I have to admit that I feel a bit worried and low spirited, not to mention concerned about Henry. It's not like him to just disappear. Regina's told me that she and Henry's had some falling outs now that he's getting older, but he's usually just locked himself up in his room, keeping her at bay till he softens some to let her back in again. Where could he be?

A cast of wind stronger than all the others lay the town in utter darkness, snuffing out the light. I search in the back for candles, and Gold helps me light them.
"Do you think Henry will be alright?" I ask him.
"Of course, that boy is smart. It's no use in worrying, he'll surface when the storm stills," Gold says and gives me a reassuring smile.
"I hope you're right," I try to smile back.
"For some reason, I know I am," he smirks some.
"You seem to be right about a lot of things," I say.
"I know," he caresses my cheek, running a hand through my hair. "I'm glad you're here," he says.
"Making this town, the current storm, my dark heart, less bleak."
"You're heart is not dark," I reply.
"Maybe not, but I know my desires are," he gives me piercing stare, and I know what he wants. I kinda want it too, though the storm is raging, and Henry's missing. I guess one cannot resist the lure of temptation when it decides to come knocking. If one does, it will only come back twice as fierce. And if it's possible for me to want this sharp dressed man any more than I already do, I'd burst like a craked vase not able to hold my emotions within the glass that is my soul. "I love you," I say, the words flying out like an uncaged bird.
His brown eyes lock on my face, studing me like I was an ancient script with a language he doesn't understand. Like he's never seen it, or heard it before, and I find myself crumbling under his scrutiny, that I spoke those words too soon, though I promised myself never to hold back and stop myself from leaping into the unknown.
"Dearie," he starts saying. "If my heart was ever dark, you've managed to make the black ink staining it to go away. Those words a remedy for curing me back from whatever hell I've might have come from. I am forever grateful for you stumbling into Storybrooke and into my life. You've made a fool of a man, a fool in love, and that I can live with. I love you too," he says, his lip trembling some.
Tears run down my cheeks, and he embraces me. He kisses my salty tears away, before kissing me with such sultry passion, he renders me utterly breathless. "Take me," I plead.
"I will take you harder than the storm outside," he growls, his hands opening my blouse.
We stumble towards the bed, which we've used a few times for shameless quickies since I started working there, but I have a feeling he'll take his time with me now. The wind howling outside like a wolf to the moon.

I take off his jacket, opening his waistcoat and shirt, slacking the tie to get it over his head. He sits down on the bed and watch me strip down to my bare skin. "I wish I could cover your perfect skin with specks of glittering gold," he says running his hands over my curves, leaning forward to kiss my body, his mouth venturing more and more south, and soon I feel lips pressed against my womanhood, his tounge sliding between my legs, his mouth feasting on my strings of pleasure. I sway forward, seeking support from the wall, a hand holding onto his gray streaked locks.  
I moan loudly, gasping rapidly.
"You want it, dearie?" he stops, looking up at me.
"Yessss," I hiss. "But I want you more," I smirk, longing for his manhood to fill my cunt with inches of hard delight.
I undo his pants, before mounting him like a savage explorer. I kiss him senseless, his hands clasped on my hips as I climb his cock to reach the peak. And we do. Hard and howling louder than the wind.
We rock gently to the hum of our panting breaths, holding onto each other like we're resting on a ledge. We sit like that for a while, till we feel more grounded.
Laying down on the bed, he runs his fingers over my curves, circling my nipples with his fingertips which are perked by the chill air and ongoing tension which never seems to find calm waters, and I hope it never will, my body enternally hot with desire.
We kiss and touch for a while, listening to the melody of the storm, getting ready for more.
On his knees in front of my spread legs, he teases my womanhood with his throbbing shaft, sliding it over my clit, drawing longing moans from me. Then he lets his cock slide up and down my slit, dipping only lightly into me, before he can't stop himself from ramming his rock hard manhood inside me, ready to fuck me over the edge.
I'm pleading him to take me harder, ever deeper, to the core of my unhinged chamber of flaming passion, to forge the gold to be a part of my soul.
And again we free fall down the mountain side. A rush of rapture I've never felt before, screaming out loud in ecstasy. He gowls like an untamed beast, howering over me like a force of nature.
He collapses on top of me, and wrap my limbs around him, never wanting to let go. "I love you," I whisper to him.
"And I you, dearie," he purrs. And then we fall asleep, entering a land of calm as the storm rages on.