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What's in a name?	By : jinna1979 Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Fairy Tales Views: 16599 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction,I do not own Rumpelstiltskin. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons,living or dead, is purely coincidental

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It was slightly cloudy the following day when Millicent headed out. Her mother had made a comment the previous evening about how little herbs Millicent managed to collect, so she tried to be more diligent in her search. Though most of what she needed grew on the open hillside, she found herself drawn towards the woods, and her meandering led her closer and closer in that direction. She heard no music playing - only the rustling of the wind in the leaves, and chirping bird song. Still, her hopes were high, and she kept constant watch for any movement in the woods, or a flickering of shadow. As the hours passed, her hope dimmed, and she could not hide her growing disappointment. After the discussion they had the day before, she was so certain that something had changed - that he would be as eager to see her as she was to see him. So why then was he not here?
Millicent returned home that evening with a basket full of herbs, and an expression so melancholy that her mother had no words for her at all. She had no appetite for dinner and particularly did not want to listen to yet another discussion between her parents about the king, which seemed to happen with increasing frequency as the date of his visit grew closer. Instead, she went straight into her room, collapsing in a miserable heap on her bed. Sleep did not come easily to her, and she tossed and turned fitfully on the bed. The following day did not bring any reprieve. Somehow she sensed that she would not encounter the young man and she was correct in her assumptions.

The day after that, she was to accompany her mother into town yet again to try on the dress they had commissioned. She was listless and sad, and the trip was made in slow silence. Though the dress fit perfectly, and made Millicent look utterly beautiful, it did not cheer her spirits. How could it when everything seemed so wrong, and yet she did not know why.

Rumpelstiltskin in the meantime had escaped to the land of the fey, hiding from his own emotions. He was surrounded by beauty; flowers grew in wild profusion, covering almost every surface; the air was heavy with an almost sparkling mist like atmosphere; the trees were lush, multi-coloured with leaves like well cut jewels. Faeries of all shapes and sizes were laughing, frolicking, playing, copulating, dancing but all it did was highlight his own misery. Without Millicent, it all seemed pointless. He had his stringed instrument in hand, but did not play it. There was only silence and loneliness in his mind.

He felt as though he had no heart in his chest. His body was numb, his motions automatic and meaningless. For the first time in his life, he felt envious of humans. Envy that they were the ones who were a part of her world. Envy that they could woo her and he could not. Envy that they would someday die while he had an eternity of agony ahead of him. He felt suddenly disgusted with himself. How could be such a coward, hiding from Millicent as he did? What good did it do to hurt her with no explanation?

Though only a couple of days had passed in the land of the fey, time moved at a different rate in the land of mortals and Millicent had spent over a week in confused misery. She had all but given up hope that she would see the dark haired man again, but it did not stop her from venturing outdoors, for nature soothed her soul more so than anything else.

She wandered about like an automaton, blindly going through the motions of her day, but not fully aware of her surroundings. Her basket was in her arms and diligently as always, so that her mother would not comment, it was already full of herbs. The sun was searing hot that day, and she found solace in the shade of the woods, though her eyes were distant, as though her soul was somewhere far, far away.

A irritated snorting sound broke through her sorrowful reverie and brought her attention back to her surroundings. Shafts of sunlight speared through the trees, and ferns swayed gently as they were caressed by the breeze, but Millicent noticed none of these things. It was as though she suddenly found herself in a tunnel, where all that existed was her and and the creature before her. Her adversary was a large boar, obviously agitated by her interruption, it's beady eyes focused on her as it tossed it's head, ready to charge. Millicent's feet felt rooted to the ground. Her heart leapt to her throat, and all thoughts flew out of her head like frightened birds. She could only watch as impending doom came closer and closer.

Suddenly an invisible force pushed her from harm's way, and she felt the wind knocked out of her body as she hit the ground. As the stars spinning around her eyes started to clear, she could see the flickering form of the dark haired man above her speaking unfamiliar words to the boar, who slowly backed away, before trotting off through the shrubs, all it's aggression gone. The dark haired man turned his attention to her, pale with fear as he searched her face, trying to ascertain that she was alright.

"You could have been killed," he whispered, his voice strained. Millicent didn't know what to say. Instead, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, and kissed him with all the fear, pain, anguish, and love in her heart. She broke the kiss, but kept her arms tightly around him, as though some part of her worried that he would vanish unless she held him close.

"Where were you," she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "I thought...." She did not know what it was she thought. Tears streamed down her face but she could do little to stop them.

Ever so gently, Rumpelstiltskin wiped away her tears, regretting the pain he had caused her. What did it matter how he felt about the situation in light of the sorrows he caused her. After all, he would live forever, and her time on this earth was fleeting and ephemeral; especially since he believed she did not want to join him in the land of the fey. Every moment spent with her was precious, and he felt willing to pay any price to be with her, to make her happy.

As he gazed down upon Millicent, suddenly, everything just felt so right. He knew he was meant to be here with her, and from the look of wonder that came across her face, he knew that she felt the same way. It was as though the curtain of desolation that had covered both their hearts had been suddenly pulled away to reveal the brilliant, clear light of love.

Rumpelstiltskin leaned down, and softly brushed his lips against hers. When he pulled away, Millicent's dark eyes were hazy, and a beckoning smile played at her lips. He kissed her lightly once more before deepening the kiss, languorously exploring her tongue with his own. Their movements were slow and sensual, as though their surroundings had disappeared and all that mattered were their hot, wet explorations of each other's mouths.

Millicent was aware of his erection pressing against her, and it mirrored her own feeling of growing need. After more than a week of moping around in misery, having to endure listening to her parents talking non-stop about the King's impending visit and how it would change their lives, she felt as though a trap were slowly closing around her. Perhaps it was foresight, or intuition, but she had come to fear the King's visit, and the only the dark haired man offered any sense of relief. In her mind, the King represented everything she dreaded - artifice, pretension, entrapment, isolation - while the dark haired young man reflected all she desired - freedom, sensuality, earthiness, and a sense of wholeness and completion.

Fear was intermingling with lust. Her parents incessant prattling to each other (for she herself refused to engage them if they spoke to her of the king) drove her to paranoia. She knew only that she wanted him, in every possible sense, and that time was running out. Though it felt as though they had forever, time was cruelly ticking away. Something had to happen. Millicent broke the kiss.

"Make me yours," she whispered into his ear. "Make me yours completely." He could hear the pleading urgency in her tone. He knew from the way she said it that she was begging, and he could not refuse her. He could never refuse her. With all the care in the world, as though he were a lowly priest before a radiant goddess, he undressed her. Despite Millicent's impatience, he would not be rushed in his reverent actions. Millicent was not so gentle with his clothing, which she tugged at and tore at, as though its very existence needed to be eradicated immediately.

With all her clothing gone, Rumpelstiltskin gazed down upon Millicent as though seeing her for the first time. Her beauty never ceased to amaze and humble him, and he wondered how he could possibly be worthy of her. He kissed her lovingly on the neck, as she squirmed and writhed beneath him, crying impatiently: "Please, please now... please!" It was to be her first time. She was a virgin, and though the price was high, he was willing to risk the chance of being a wandering ghoul for the rest of his days, so long as he did not have to tell her "no."

"This may hurt," he told her gravely, but she did not care. The very fact that they were two separate beings instead of one hurt her more. Her fear of losing him hurt her more.

His cock was at her dewy entrance, it's tip slick with her wetness. Her white thighs were spread, trembling in anticipation and need. He pushed slowly inwards, coming to her barrier, before stopping. She felt as though she were being stretched to a fullness that she almost could not accommodate, and yet she needed to. Rumpelstiltskin gazed into her eyes, peering into her very soul and she into his. With all the gentleness he could muster, he pushed past her barrier, and she cried out in pain. He stilled, searching her face waiting for the discomfort to pass. Her entire body was tight with tension and uncertainty, and he leaned down and kissed her reassuringly, sweetly. His tongue coaxed her out of her pain and trepidation, until she was like butter at his fingertips, melted, creamy and warm. Slowly, he withdrew from her depths before plunging in again, and she moaned, for the pain was gone, and the slick friction of his cock inside her was filling and fulfilling her.

He reached a stray hand downwards, rubbing her clit with revered attention, wanting her pleasure more than he wanted his own. She writhed restlessly beneath him, and he increased the speed of his thrusts, driven by her frenzied and feverish cries of passion, while his fingers expertly circled and rubbed. Millicent came before he did, her body tensing as pleasure coursed in rippling waves through her body. Rumpelstiltskin came shortly after, unable to suppress a cry as his seed spilled into her, filling her spent body. He did not withdraw from her, unwilling to break the connection between them, and instead, rolled to the side, drawing her with him. Both sated, they fell asleep in each other's arms, shielded from all the world by the quivering trees, and arching ferns that hid their tangled naked bodies.

A/N: *sigh* sometimes I think I can be too sappy... oh well, hard times are ahead for our poor protagonists, bwahahahahaha!!!
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