Star Gazing | Rumple

She gave a light laugh.

"Within reason, of course," she repeated, smirking at him.

She diverted her attention to the sky again, the shower was over, but she was still fascinated with the small glimmering stars in the sky. She had... read about stars, and space, in book before this, but there had just been something so amazing about seeing that... it left her breathless, and her heart hammering against her ribcage. She was sure she was blushing in joy... or the fact that his hand was on hers, the one that had previously been moving against his leg. She felt warm, and... amazing; and the chilled night air wasn't doing a thing to her, as she sat here, mesmerized by the sky. She... in the short time she had been here, had learned so much about the world.

"This was the best decision, I have ever made, agreeing to come... home with you."

It wasn't really a decision of hers, but, if she made it sound that way, it sounded more like she had come willingly, and she had; and she was here, willingly.

She laughed. "Perhaps I have. The worst would have been marrying that brute Gaston. If it had happened."

She shuddered, just remembering that conversation with her father, and then Rumplestiltskin happened, and she saw so many doors open for her. She didn't even see herself as a captive here, she felt... freer than she had ever had been before. So it was good. This was home now, and she liked it. It might be dusty (she would be fixing that soon enough, once she stopped getting distracted with every little thing) and dark.... but... it felt a whole hell of a lot more inviting than her father's castle ever had been.

"Yes, yes it did." She she smiled at him. "And I'm very glad for that."

And so she was. She stood, the blanket falling from her legs and she turned in a light twirl of skirt towards him, grinning brightly at him. "This was a magical night, Rumple. I'm... I'm glad you shared this with me."

She stood before him, wondering what her next action, should she dismiss herself? Wait for him to ... poof off somewhere? She just didn't want to seem like she immediately wanted to get away from him, not in the slightest; what she really wanted to do, was far too forward of her, she thought.