Rated R for Father/daughter smut

By the time the taxi turned into their driveway, the feeling of homesick was tearing everyone apart. Regina was glued to her phone, quite apparently avoiding any harmless conversations thrown her way. Her older sister, Zelena, was in the process of getting baby Robyn fed, burped and ready for a nap, which included a nap for Zelena too. Gold's youngest wasn't very talkative either. Belle was also invested in reviewing the pictures from their vacation. Deleting the ones she squinted or smiled too much, or if the angle and lighting weren't perfect.

"Why do you take so many in the same pose if you're just going to erase the majority of them?" Gold asked his youngest.

The sound of his voice brought Belle out of her techy trance. "Because it has to be perfect. There are different factors I look for."

"I think they're all beautiful." Gold said.

"Of course you'd say that because you're my..." Belle bit bottom lip when she remembered that they were not alone."What about this one, daddy?" She asked, showing him the picture.

It was a photo they took at the beach. Belle was in her two-piece, glistening water from the ocean beaded on her body, making her sun-kissed skin shine brilliantly. His arm was around her waist, and he was closer than any father should be to their daughter, especially with so much of their bodies showing. Gold had to pay a kid to take the picture, someone who wouldn't catch on that the pose was very inappropriate. Belle really wanted this picture, and if he were honest with himself, so did he.

"What about it?" Gold asked her back. It wasn't her fault, but sometimes it would bother him that they had to hide what felt natural to them.

"Is it good enough to be my phone's wallpaper?"

"Already tired of your Peytr/Sansa fanart?"

"Kind of. Since Peytr was murdered, I think it's time I should change it. It should be of us."

"What about the picture we took at the restaurant, you know, the one with all of us?" Gold asked.

Belle rolled her eyes and turned off her phone. "Sure dad, whatever you say."

"What did I say wrong?"

"I don't want a picture of all of us as my wallpaper. I just wanted a picture of me and you, something that would remind me of you."

"Someone may see your phone, your sisters, your friends, anybody. That photo will cause nothing but trouble if you keep it as your wallpaper."

"I don't care what people think." She shrugged. Did he forget that she was 17?

"Neither do I, but I do care about you, and I don't want you to be the target of horrible rumors."

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Everyone was happy to be home, except for wee Robyn who didn't quite understand the concept of a home. To her, Zelena was home. A food source, a place to sleep, arms to rock her, and a friendly face that could always make her smile. It was the same for Gold. Anytime he was with his girls; he was home.

"Regina would you get the door, please." he strained, pulling bag after bag out of the car's trunk. "Keys are in my pocket."

"I don't think that's necessary, dad," Regina said fretfully, staring at their half-open door as it slowly swayed back and forward.

The knob was unhinged. The wood of the door framed was splintered, and from the dusty shoe-print markings it appeared that the door had been kicked in.

"Come away from the door, dearie."

"Dad- but- but my things and Henry's-" Regina stuttered.

"Do as I say, Regina." He demanded. She obliged, slowly backing away from the door gradually and grabbing Henry's hand and pulling him behind her. "You too Belle, off the porch. Come behind me."

Once they were safely behind him, Rumple cautiously ascended the stairs of the porch.

"Wait, you're not going in there, are you?" Regina asked.

"Yes"

"What if whoever did this is still in there, with a weapon or something," Belle added.

"Yeah, we should just call the police and let them handle it." Zelena chimed. "Dad, please."

"The cops won't be able to help. Just trust me, don't come in until I've come out."

The girls and Henry nodded that they understood and held their breath as their father enter their home. Vigilantly, he opened the door and carefully, as to not make any noise, picked up one of his old canes that resided in an umbrella stand near the front door and wielded it with both hands as if it was a steel bat.

No signs of the intruder as of yet, but Rumple couldn't shake this creeping, unnerving feeling that the trespasser still there. The living room looked untouched. The den and kitchen were clear of any evidence. He remembered what Regina said about her and Henry's things, and made his way upstairs to make sure that no one was in their room.

After checking every room and closet upstairs and finding no signs of anything missing or tampered with, he exhaled and lowered the cane from the air. Thankfully, everything was in order. He would have to report the break-in eventually, but it could wait until tomorrow. The girls were tired, and the last thing he wanted was for them to have to spend another night in a hotel while the police did an investigation.

As he was coming down the stairs mentally deciding whether he should cook a home meal or order takeout, he heard a whimper coming from the hallway that led to his bedroom. He readied himself, raising the cane back into the air. Whoever it was, definitely seemed unaware that the homeowners returned because if they had, they would have been long gone than stay and tangle with Storybrooke's most capable attorney and town monster.

Keeping the element of surprise, he made his way to his bedroom where the whimpers grew louder and louder the closer he got. The door of his bedroom was cracked, and he specifically made sure that his door was closed before he left for Mexico.

It was the moment of truth. He tightened his grip on the cane and pushed open the door making it slam against the wall behind with a loud bang.

The person sitting on his bed jumped at the loud sound, and something fell out of her hand, dropping onto the floor and shattering at her feet.

"Rumple," Her hand leapt to her chest. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"And a broken face." Gold said, showing her the cane. "What the hell are you doing here, Cora?"

"Oh no, it's broken." She said, ignoring him and gathering the broken glass shards and the picture frame off the floor.

"Cora," he said again, but she seemed to show more attention to the broken picture than to him, mumbling soothing words to the photograph as if were a child. "Cora!"

He lifted her by her shoulders, making her drop the glass and picture, and sat her back on the bed. He felt her shaking, and her skin was clammy and sweaty. It was a clear sign of a drop in her blood sugar. He remembered that Cora always kept a spare glucose reader and went to find it, leaving Cora to continue to babble to herself. Without much effort, he discovered it in her old medicine cabinet including an unused insulin pen.

He brought them both with him and tested her blood, which confirmed his suspicion. Her blood glucose was reading at only 30gm, and she was rapidly going into hypoglycemic shock.

"Your blood sugar is low. You need to eat something." But the answer she gave him was slurred and didn't make much sense. "Damnit, Cora. Don't move. I'll be right back."

Quickly, he ran into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He found nothing that would raise Cora's blood sugar. His next thoughts were the girls, who were still waiting outside for him. Perhaps one of them or Henry had a bit of candy in their room.

What the hell was he doing— running around his home like a madman. Cora wasn't his responsibility. Why not just call the ambulance and be done with her. None of this was his fault, and the girls wouldn't blame him for not trying to save her. After all, it was Cora who broke into their home.

He stopped and looked at the front door and back to his bedroom, then back to the front door, racking his mind and heart as to what to do. He went with the logical choice, the only option that would save the mother of his children's life. Cora was as good as dead, and the girls wouldn't have a mother for very long if he didn't act quickly. He practically flew to Henry's bedroom as fast as his legs could carry him and found a few sugary treats that were sure to raise her blood sugar back to normal.

Back in his room, Cora was unresponsive, but thankfully, still breathing. He placed her head on his lap and opened her mouth, setting a soft piece of candy inside and assisted her with chewing.

"Do you taste that? Wake up. You need to swallow it, Cora." He said moving his finger up and down her throat to stimulate her to gulp it down. A smiled crossed his lips when she consumed it, and soon she began chewing on her own when he put the next piece of candy in her mouth.

Her eyes began to slowly shift open the more treats she ate until she was able to recognize the shadowy figure above her as her ex-husband. "Rumple?"

"Yes, very good," He said as she sat upright. "Now you can do me the favor of answering one of my questions. What are you doing here?"

Cora takes a look around the room. "What- what am I doing here? Where am I?"

"Enough games Cora. The door was kicked in, and yet you have no idea how you got here." Rumple slid his mobile phone from his pocket. "Very well, let's see what sheriff Emma will have to say about all this."

"No, please. Okay, I broke in, but it was only because you weren't answering the phone and you changed the locks."

"Of course I changed the locks. I had to, in case you tried something crazy like a break-in. But that still doesn't explain why you did it."

Cora looked to her shoes, mournfully picking up the picture she dropped during her bout. "I miss my family, Rumple."

"Well, excuse me for being trite, but you should have thought about that before you laid in another man's bed."

"Please don't be like that Rumple."

"Like what? You mean like pressing charges for breaking and entering, which I can still do."

"No, I mean uncaring. If you really wanted me gone, why didn't you just let me…"

"Die? And leave my daughters motherless? You've already robbed them of their biological fathers, why would I do the same? Our children are screwed up enough thanks to you, and the day I take a page out of your book is the day hell freezes over." Gold sighed, remembering that he left his children and grandchildren outside. "Stay here Cora, do not move."

She reluctantly agreed, and he left her in his room to deal with later. Outside of his house, he found his kids and the cab, still running, outside. The tab was probably sky high by now, but he gave the driver a hundred bill to take care of the fare and tip. After the cab was gone, he assured them that the house was safe and herded them inside.

"But what took you so long?" Belle said dropping her suitcase beside her.

"I had to make sure every room was okay."

"What about the door?" Regina said trying to close the door, which only crept back open when it was unable to latch. "Shouldn't you still call the police so they can dust for fingerprints?"

"In any case, I would, but the police needn't be involved just yet." The girls glared at him as he told them not to worry. "Now take your things upstairs into your room and don't come out until I say it was okay? Henry, will you help your auntie Zelena with her bags while she holds your baby cousin?"

He nodded, and the four of them went upstairs with their bags, save for his youngest. Belle stood next to her father watching her sisters ascend the steps to the second floor.

"You too, sweetheart."

"Okay then let's go. I've been dying to cuddle in our bed together." Belle said, turning to go to her father's bedroom, only to be halted by his hand around her wrist.

"Not to our room, your room." He urged.

Belle winkled her nose. "You mean the guest bedroom. Why do you want me to go up there?"

"Because I need to handle something."

"Like what?"

"Something I can't discuss with you at this exact moment."

"I thought we weren't going to keep secrets from each other."

Rumple held back his frustration. Cora wouldn't keep herself busy for long, and the longer he kept her waiting, the more problems it would create.

Rumple leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips."This isn't a secret, and I'll be happy to tell you all about it once it has been dealt with, but first, you have to trust me and go upstairs and wait until I say come out."

"Are you sure I can't help?"

"I don't need any help right now."

"Rumple."

"Belle, please. Act like my daughter and do as I say."

Belle huffed and ran upstairs and slammed the door to her old room. He sighed. He probably shouldn't have said that.

"Trouble in paradise?" Cora asked, slowly making her way to her ex-husband. "Girls can be a handful when you're raising them by yourself, especially teenagers like Belle."

"Belle is a blessing and much milder then Zelena or Regina."

"That's obvious." Cora rolled her eyes. "Belle is a brat, Rumple. She's always been that way."

"She's just upset because she's scared. You broke into her home, remember."

"Then let me talk to her. Once she sees it's me, she wouldn't have anything to be afraid of."

Gold sighed. "Go back to the bedroom. I don't want them to see you like this."

"Like what?"

Crazed. Unhinged. Insane. The list could go on.

"Nevermind." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to his bedroom, flinging her onto his bed. "Now you're going to tell me why you're here and for how long."

"I told you why. I missed you. You, the girls, Henry, and little Robyn."

"And how long were you here?"

"Couple of days." She mumbled.

"God Cora. What in the hell possessed you to do something so crazy? If we were gone a day later, you could have died. Did you even consider that or the impact that could have on the girls?"

Cora huffed and folded her arms. "I didn't know what to do. Nobody would answer my phone calls. None of the girls have even checked on me. I'm so lonely Rumple and desperate, you wouldn't understand how this feels."

Was she serious? Who was she to say that he didn't comprehend loneliness? Cora knew about his first wife, Milah, and how she left him and Neal without so much as a goodbye. Only to pretend and lie to his son that his mother was dead because she was never coming back. That was loneliness.

"I'm sure one of your suitors would be more than happy to warm your bed. Zelena's father, Dr. Henry, or how about Maurice."

Cora groaned. "This isn't about sex, Rumple."

"Then tell me, Cora, what is it about then, because if it's about Belle, you can forget about it. I'm not giving you custody."

"No, it's not-"

"Then what is it?"

"Family," Cora admitted. "I'm broken. I thought I was broken while I was with you. I thought I had a hole in my heart. But I was the hole. I was never satisfied with what I had. And now that I have nothing, I truly know what broken is."

"Why are you telling me this now Cora?"

"I wanted to see if you really moved on."

"I have." He said flatly.

"Doesn't seem like it. Besides Belle's, there isn't another woman's clothing in our closet." She said, placing her hand softly on his chest.

He brushed away her hand. "I have, and I think it's time for you to leave."

"Come now. I'm sure there something you missed about me." On her tippy toes, Cora wrapped her arms around him with a vice-like grip. No amount of tugging could free him. All of his strength would have gotten her off of him, but he knew she was still weak from fainting.

"Cora, please. I don't want to hurt you." He said, dodging her attempts to kiss him.

"It's okay. You can hurt me. Hit me. Do whatever you want to me," she said, wildly trying to steal kisses from him with a deranged look in her piercing dravite eyes.

"Mom?"

"Belle," Cora said shakily, her tone changing from seductive to playful as she looked over her ex-husband's shoulder. "Belle, look how big you've gotten. How have you've been?"

"Fine, for the most part. Wasn't expecting to find you here talking with my father."

She lets go of Rumple. "Well, if you answered your phone instead of ignoring me, I would have told you I was coming for a visit."

Rumple opened the door, "Belle, your mother was just leaving."

"I was," She chuckled nervously. "But since you're here maybe we can grab lunch together. Talk some things over. We haven't talked much since the divorce."

"I have nothing to say to you. You've ruined this family, and I won't let you do any more damage."

Rumple nodded approvingly and stood behind his daughter, showing Cora who he sided with. She was right and to watch Belle stand up for him was such a turn on.

"Don't talk to me like that, spoiled brat." Cora spat, waving a finger in Belle's face. "I gave you everything you wanted, and this is how you repay your only mother. Everyone has a vice. I shouldn't be chastised so harshly for mine."

"Cheating on your husband with three different men is not a vice. It's immoral. If you didn't love him, then you could have just left. Instead, you lied to him. You lied to my sisters and me, our whole life."

"That is an adult conversation, Belle-" Cora evaded. "You're too young to be discussing this."

"That's really rich coming from you because you don't act like an adult."

"Rumple," Cora looked flabbergasted, "Are you just going to stand there and allow her to speak to me that way?"

"She's right Cora. You broke into our home, and all for what. Another opportunity for redemption?"

Cora stepped closer to him, hysterical tears wailing in her fiery eyes. "If you have any love left for me, you would discipline her and send her to her room right this moment."

He looked between the both of them — his stern daughter, crossed arm and a scowl in eyes directed at her mother that could take down an elephant and his crazed ex-wife who broken his heart in more ways than one. It was the easiest choice he ever had to make.

"Goodbye. Cora."

He saw the tremendous amount of guilt and sorrow in her eyes. She only showed it to him though, refusing even to spare her daughter a glance in her direction. Pride was always Cora's downfall.

Without a goodbye, she left.

Belle made an effort to shout to Cora as she walked to her car several houses down, to never come back before slamming the door.

Belle turned to her father and looked sad. "Do you still see me as a child?"

Rumple sighed. "Not for a long while now."

"So why didn't you tell me Cora was here?"

"You were tired, Belle, and I didn't want to worry you."

"That's no excuse. You can't keep hiding things from me to spare me."

"I'm sorry, truly I am. If it's any consolation, you handled that admirably."

Belle rolled her eyes before turning to go upstairs to her room. After the vacation, dealing with her family, only to come home to be confronted by her mother, she was exhausted, to say the least, and her father could see her anguish written all over her face. He reached out and caught her by the forearm.

"Just where do you think you're running off to?"

"Where'd you think? My room, duh."

"You mean the guest room."

"Sure dad, the guest room." Belle sardonically mocked. "Luckily there's nobody in there keeping anything from me."

He playfully yanks her off the stairs, and their bodies become flushed to one another, her back to his front. His emerging erection teased her bum and inner thighs. "Don't sass your father, Belle. Bad things are likely to happen to little girls who sass their father."

"Good thing, I'm not a little girl anymore."

"You're my little girl."

A creak came from the top of the stairs that made the pair look up and moved inconspicuously away from each other while trying to hide their flirty faces. Regina stood at the above them, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes.

"What's with all the noise?"

"Nothing," Belle answer quickly. "Just talking."

"Your sister isn't feeling well sweetheart. I think it best for her to sleep in my room, in case a fever comes."

"Yeah," Belle forced out a fake cough. "Traveling bug, I suppose."

"Okay, but keep it down, Henry just went to sleep."

"Well do, darling. Sleep well." Rumple said. The couple smiled like they were hiding something, but Regina was too sleepy to figure out what that something was.

"Mhmm," Regina hummed, rubbing her sleepy eyes and receding into the dark hallway that led to her room.

Belle giggled and turned to her father, whispering. "Close one."

"Shhhh. We mustn't make a sound." He said before sweeping her off her feet and into his arms. "Not even a footstep."

"Is this just an excuse to get me into your arms?"

"And my bed."

He kissed her eagerly as he carried her into his room and closed the door behind him with his foot. Rumple plopped her down on to his bed gently, making her giggle while relieving himself of his shirt and undershirt in a matter of seconds.

She laid back, feeling the coldness of his comforter on her back, watching the room spin from exuberance and pleasure as her father's tongue devoured her between her legs. She could live in this moment forever and a day.

Gently, he stroked her thighs as she gave into utter satiation. Faintly whispering his name over and over again until they grew into loud and satisfied moans. Running her fingers through his hair did nothing to alleviate the fire building in her core, and only intensified it as every sensation brought her closer to climax. She couldn't wait until it was his turn—to take him into her mouth while he fought off the exploding urges to lose all his senses all at once and become a slave to her whim and tongue's movement.

Everything was building up so fast, and she was teetering on the edge of complete rapture. Nothing at all could ruin this moment.

"Dad?" A voice from a very baffled person said. He looked behind him to find his middle daughter, standing by the door, shocked and in disgusted-like awe before covering her eyes with her hands. He moved over Belle trying to shield her identity. "I-I didn't know. I didn't know you invited a woman here."

"It's fine, sweetheart, just go back to bed, please." He pleaded.

Unable to fight her restlessness, Regina peered around her father and caught a glimpse of long, disheveled hair poking out. It wouldn't bother her so much if the woman's hair were black or blonde, but it wasn't. It was the same shade and length as her seventeen-year-old sister. Troubled, Regina staggered closer to the bed to get a better look while her father begged her to return upstairs.

"Dad, what are you doing to Belle?"

Happy New Years! Sorry for making you wait so long for an update only to leave you on a cliffhanger. Looking forward to hearing some of your theories now that Regina has discovered them. Next chapter will be out next week. And thank you all for the lovely comments telling me to finish in the last chapter. And if you read New Girl, look out for a new chapter for that fic coming soon. :)