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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Belle/Rumpelstiltskin_|_Mr._Gold
  Character:
      Belle_(Once_Upon_a_Time), Rumpelstiltskin_|_Mr._Gold, Red_Riding_Hood_|
      Ruby, Gaston_(Once_Upon_a_Time), Evil_Queen_|_Regina_Mills, Blue_Fairy_|
      Mother_Superior
  Additional Tags:
      Golden_Lace
  Series:
      Part 7 of play_on,_give_me_excess
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-18 Words: 1935
****** Power Struggle ******
by whereismygarden
Summary
     Gold and Lacey don't have a romance so much as they have a rivalry.
     Lacey!Belle and cursed!Gold.
Notes
     Heed the underage warning, if that's not your thing.
See the end of the work for more notes
If Gold had thought before he tied Lacey French to his desk and teased her till
she could scarcely walk, he would have told himself that fair is fair, and if
she distracted him, he would distract her. But, he admitted to himself now that
that excuse held as much water as a sieve, and he hadn’t thought at all. He had
enjoyed, far too much, the feeling of her clenching around his fingers, her
scream dying against his palm, and the sweet, lost, hungry look in her eyes as
she came. It was one thing to look—everything about Lacey invited looking—and
quite another to touch. Especially to touch a minor—a girl in the eyes of the
law.
                She was winning their game, as well. Her parting shot, tossed
over her shoulder as she walked out of his shop, had had him finishing himself
off again that night, painfully aware, now, of how slick and hot and tight
Lacey was.
                Well, he had gone and made his bed—and a lonely, lustful,
illegal one it was—and how he had to lie in it. Fucking Lacey was completely
out of the question: if he was lucky, she would simply stop coming by the shop.
After all, she had got what she wanted—his loss of control—although he doubted
she had anticipated the form it would take. He hadn’t.
                He was both grateful and disappointed that he didn’t see her
for a few days, until Friday evening, when he was making the rounds for rent.
She was with several of her useless friends, all gathered around someone’s car
in the gas station lot, which was running and blaring some especially
aggressive pop song. He couldn’t help but glance at her, dancing unsteadily on
heels and smoking, just in time to see one of her male friends slap her on the
ass and laugh. Before Gold had time to wonder at the sudden clenching of his
teeth, Lacey turned and kicked the fellow in the shin.
                “Ouch!” he howled, staggering and hopping. “The fuck, Lacey?
You goddamn nutcase.” Gold continued on his way past them, still listening.
                “Don’t fucking touch me unless I say so!” Lacey said shrilly.
                “You weren’t complaining last night, were you?” the boy said,
in an ugly tone.
                “Maybe she fell asleep,” Ruby Lucas said cuttingly, eliciting
laughter from all gathered. Gold turned the corner, away from them, glad to
leave behind the smell of cheap cigarettes, and glad, he realized, that Lacey
was both vocal and violent about being touched when she didn’t wish to be. Some
part of his brain had been preoccupied with the worry that maybe she had been
too surprised or frightened to push him away. He knew he hadn’t misinterpreted
the lust in her eyes, but the added confirmation relaxed him.
                He collected rent from Granny’s Diner, run by Ruby’s iron-
willed grandmother, and Game of Thorns, Lacey’s father’s shop, wondering if
either had an idea of how their offspring passed their time. He couldn’t begin
to guess, and he had more pressing matters on his mind: the mayor, forever
restless, was holding some sort of grudge against the mother superior of the
convent. A fan of neither woman, Gold was content to let them batter each other
down, but there was no doubt some benefit for him in the event of a feud.
                Preoccupied, he left the convent—with the rent and sans useful
information—around eight and nearly stumbled into another frequent object of
his thoughts.
                “Hello, Mr. Gold,” Lacey said. Now that she was in front of
him, he wondered that he hadn’t smelled her: the scent of cigarettes hung
around her like another girl’s perfume. The sun was down, and she was wearing
something dark, with only her hands and face and shoulders white in the gloom.
                “Thinking of joining the sisters, Miss French?” he quipped, and
she laughed.
                “I’m collecting seeds. There are a lot of interesting fall
flowers growing out here.” She held her hand out, and he saw some dark flecks
in her palm. “We can try them in the greenhouse over the winter.”
                Moe French could certainly use more business: he was barely
paying rent and the interest on his loans. Gold wondered, for a moment, if
Lacey did anything with her paycheck besides pay bills and buy cigarettes.
                “Would you like a ride back into town, Miss French?” It was
polite to offer, though a car ride with Lacey was the last thing he wanted. She
walked back to his car with him without a word, until they were both standing
in front of it.
                “Not the kind of ride you’re offering. I like to walk,” Lacey
said, quietly, and Gold looked sharply at her, unsure if she was thinking
aloud, confused, or just being shocking. “It’s nice and quiet out here.
Though…I think you deserve a little payback.” She was smirking at him in the
dim moonlight.
                “What do you mean, dearie?” Gold asked, though he knew
perfectly well what she referred to. Her hand closed over his, around his cane,
and she stepped forward, pushing him gently so that he stood with his back to
the door of his car.
                “I broke you,” she half-whispered, voice low and purring and
downright filthy.
                “I think I broke you, if I remember correctly,” he said, glad
his voice was cool and steady despite his slowly stiffening cock. “And it
didn’t take long.” Maybe recalling her gasping against his hand in the midst of
orgasm wasn’t the best way to keep calm.
                Every piece of calm went out the window when Lacey put her
hands on his thighs and sank to her knees. He tried to shift to the side, but
she pushed against him, and he was a cripple, and she was a teenager: she won.
                “Turnabout is fair play,” she said, looking up at him with her
eyes glinting a little. Her hands on his thighs seemed to have electrified his
brain, because it took him a moment to form words.
                “You shouldn’t—“ Lacey was laughing at him, sniggering, really.
                “I didn’t turn you down for propriety,” she said, and pressed
her face into the crotch of his trousers, making him draw breath in a gasp.
“Besides, you don’t want to turn me down.” Gold laughed shortly at that, and
looked down at her. What the hell did it matter? Lacey was the opposite of
innocent, and so was he, and he liked the way her hands felt, and his cock
would like her mouth even better.
                She was already unfastening his belt, and he swallowed a groan
as she mouthed him through his trousers. They were at the end of the drive to
the convent, and it was an isolated place, but the lights of the building were
visible, and they were screened only by a low hedge and a few trees. She had
his zipper undone in moments, and then her hand was inside his boxers, easily
pulling out his hardened cock with a rather chilly hand.
                He clenched his hand around his cane and waited for a few
seconds, wondering if she just intended to tease him and leave. Lacey ran a
finger along his length, then breathed slowly and lightly over him.
                “God-“ he choked out.
                “We are on holy ground, technically. Maybe,” Lacey said, and
licked along the underside of his shaft. He wasn’t going to last long, but he
was too aroused to care. He had a woman on her knees in front of him, and it
didn’t matter, for now, that she held all the power. He wanted to grab her hair
with his free hand, because for now he was simply holding it in a fist, at a
loss for what to do with his limbs. She kept licking, her fingers gripping his
thighs, and he groaned a little, as she covered his length and head with long,
heavy strokes of her tongue. She exhaled carefully over him again, and the cool
of her breath against her saliva on his cock only made him feel harder, though
at this point that was probably his imagination.
                “Please,” he managed, and he saw her smirk with her dark-
painted lips.
                “As you wish,” she said playfully, and actually took him into
her mouth with her next movement, and then he lost his ability to notice things
like her expression and the burning building in his bad knee—the tension
probably wasn’t good for it—because Lacey was sucking his cock, her lips closed
around him and her tongue rubbing against his length. Her mouth was heaven, and
he stared down, transfixed by her lips and her hands, unable to think beyond a
dumb appreciation of her beauty. She pressed him against the roof of her mouth
and teased his head with the tip of her tongue, and he couldn’t stop himself
from thrusting a little against her.
                She didn’t remove her mouth, simply moved her hands to his
hips, and continued to work at him, moving her mouth up and down him, and she
felt so good, warm and soft and with just the right amount of pressure, and he
was going to break any second now.
                “Lacey, I’m going to-“ She pressed him more firmly against the
car and hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper into her mouth, and his hips
bucked twice with his release, but she didn’t gag or jerk away, just swallowed
his seed and removed her mouth from him with a pop, getting slowly to her feet,
tucking him away and adjusting his clothes in a rough parody of what he had
done earlier that week.
                “You’re welcome,” she said. Gold straightened, trying not to
flex his bad knee.
                “I didn’t say thank you,” he observed, and was glad to see that
his response took some of the smugness and none of the fire from her eyes. He
grabbed her shoulder and stepped close to her, lowering his mouth to where her
neck and shoulder met, giving her an ungentle kiss. It was more of a bite,
really, with a lot of sucking and worrying with his teeth, but Lacey only
shivered against him and he smiled into her skin. There would be a considerable
bruise, and he was glad of it.
                “I’ll see you around,” she said, after he lifted his head, and
he recognized a dismissal, if one with more promise than simply walking out of
his shop.
                “Offer of a ride stands,” he said. She shook her head.
                “I like to walk,” she replied, and started off down the long
road back into Storybrooke. Gold climbed into his car and started the engine,
shaking his head at her.
                He flipped on the radio, as some kind of distraction against
what had just happened. A few lines into the current song and he switched it
off: worse than useless.
                “Kiss me in the D A R K dark tonight, kiss me in the P A R K
park tonight, let them all say hey Lolita hey, hey Lolita hey.”A pretty voice,
but the exact kind of unlovely sentiment he didn’t want to consider.
                He wondered, when he was back in his house with a book and a
glass of water, if Lacey was still walking back home. Most pretty, popular
girls preferred to spend their Friday nights with their friends, but she would
rather walk four miles alone. Then again, he spent every night and day alone
with his books and his business, so what did he have to say?
End Notes
     The song at the end is "Lolita" by Lana del Rey.
     Also: this series officially has a plot. A very slow-moving plot (of
     which all this porn is actually a valid part, somehow), but a plot
     nonetheless.
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