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“It’s the truth,” Gold insisted, stroking her hair. “You’ve been worried about that since you…
Gold could tell he was upsetting her, and that was the last thing he wanted after their blissful evening. So he changed the subject. “That feels nice, love….”
“Good…I would reach for your leg, but I don’t think I can move right now.” Belle replied with a little smirk, as she looked up at him.
Gold bent down to kiss her. ”I wouldn’t expect you to.”
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Belle wanted to stay like this forever, but the large couch was not going to be the best place to sleep in tonight. Belle gently sat up, covering her modesty, as she reached down for her clothes, “We should head to bed.”
Gold nodded in agreement, and reached for the clothes scattered on the floor. He realized something was missing, left in the kitchen when they’d started this. “Belle, love… could you fetch my cane?” he asked sheepishly, as he pulled his suit pants back on, winching when he jarred his sore leg.
Belle reached a hand out to help him, but he would need the cane more. Slipping into her clothes quickly, she hurried down to the kitchen, and picked up his shirt, tie, and most importantly, his cane. Making her way back, Belle handed it to him, as she folded his clothes over her arm, since there would be no point in him wearing them tonight.
Gold took the cane gratefully, and pushed himself to his feet. ”Thank you, dearie.” He gave her a little peck on the cheek. ”Shall we?”
