Title: Just for this Moment

Rating: K+ to T

Summary: Rumple rescues Belle from the Evil Queen pre-curse

So, yeah, this is my first fan-fic. So I'd love it if you'd R&R. But keep that in mind. :3 I know, kinda short, but I'll keep at it.

(rated T to be safe as this is my first published fan-fic)

I quite obviously do not own OUAT or its characters.

"You're safe." He breathed. His Belle, his perfect Belle, was safe. The queen had been lying. She was right here in front of him. And she wasn't running. She was smiling.

"Thanks to you." She whispered, brushing a soft curl behind her ear. Rumple would never tire of hearing her voice. And one moment she was looking down at the ground, tracing a pattern in the dust with her toes, and the next her lips were on his. Rumple let out a startled grunt, but he wasn't complaining. He threaded his fingers through her hair, and when she pulled away to take a breath, their eyes locked.

"Belle." He could barely manage a sound from his lips.

"I can't believe- I can't believe. We're here. This is real. I'm safe. We're together." She pressed her lips to his again, softly, briefly.

"I love you Rumple." Her words snapped him back into reality. And as much as he wanted to believe them, he couldn't. Who could love a beast? A monster? He turned away.

"I do, Rumple, I love you. Why can't you see-"

"No one could ever love me." He choked out. He would never tire of hearing his name on her lips. He couldn't see Belle, with his eyes trained to the ground, but heard her breath catch.

"I do. Rumple. Look at me." He turned around, meeting Belle's azure eyes again. He could see that she was close to tears. He was, too. He didn't deserve her. Belle was young, naïve. However much she thought she loved him now, she'd change her mind eventually.

"Rumple. You're right. No one will ever love you. Not the side of you that you broadcast to the world. But you've shown me something different. And no matter how much you put up a front, I will always see the good in you." And suddenly, Rumple didn't care anymore. Just for this moment, she was here, she was his. He was going to make this time, every moment last. He swept her into his arms and she shrieked with laughter.

"Rumple! Rumple! Put me down!" He let her down to the ground, but she kept her arms wrapped around his neck. And then they were dancing, waltzing in the night, in the middle of the forest, giggling like teenagers. She was his, and he'd be happy as long as she was.