A hotel room at the Arms, Sunday morning

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Five's idea of a 'more private location' had been a hotel room and Belle had willingly gone along with him. At first to talk. She'd meant it when she said she wanted to exchange stories with her old...whatever it was that Five had been when they were both still in school here.

She'd told him more about the curse and about Regina. She'd talked about Rumple and revealed that her type was indeed dark and mysterious older men with powers and murderous tendencies. She hadn't mentioned being married. She hadn't mentioned Gideon. She was saving that for later.

Of course, one thing had led to another, as it so often did, and Belle found herself waking up in bed entangled with a dark and mysterious older man with powers and murderous tendencies.

It was her favorite way to wake up.

[For that murderous older man!]

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[noonedecidesmyfate]

Belle was quite fond of all the versions of Five she'd met. Hers was the favorite, of course, but this one was rapidly moving up the ranks, especially with that kiss which she was going to focus on until she needed to pull back to catch her breath.

"I tell him he's a fool quite often, I assure you," she finally managed. "At least once a day. But he's my fool. You're my fool. All of you."

She was a bit possessive of every Five, honestly. Perhaps she needed to illustrate that further.