Fits of Jealousy (for onceaheroine)

[with_aprice]

There were things about this cursed land that Mr. Gold liked.  He liked takeaway food and sauna bathtubs.  He liked fine Irish linen and silk sheets.  He liked walking down the street and seeing people scatter, afraid of him for a reason they couldn't have explained if they'd been asked.  He liked that no matter how much power Regina welded it wasn

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[onceaheroine]

Belle had slipped in to see the Doctor during office hours, the better to keep his mind on the job. He'd been there from time to time when she was incarcerated, so she knew he had information that she needed. Convincing him was proving tricky, but she'd taken to turning on the charm and getting him to talk.

She wasn't prepared to be interrupted just when she was getting somewhere. Especially not by Gold, growling threats.

"Oh, for God's sake--" Belle exclaimed at the same time as the Doctor moved to sit at his desk, greeting Mr. Gold by name.

"My next appointment," Whale murmured, eyes sliding back from Gold to Belle, pausing briefly at her decolletage as always.

She smiled thinly at both of them, not sure which of them she was more irritated with -- the doctor for only just getting forthcoming when they were interrupted, or Gold for whatever that little display was about.

"I'll show myself out," she grumbled.

[with_aprice]

"We'll reschedule." Gold only glared at the hand that was offered to him. Dr. Whale was wise enough to take a step back and nod his head, promising that his nurse would schedule an appointment for the following week.

"I catch you looking at her like that again and you'll be the one needing pain medication." He hadn't missed the way the other man had eyed Belle's chest. He looked at all women the same way, but that didn't matter to Gold.

He didn't slam the office door behind him, didn't need to; his point had been made. Instead he limped down the hall, cursing the speed at which he couldn't move to catch up to Belle. He tried, pushing his stride harder than was good for him, but when he'd closed the gap to only a dozen steps between them he reached the stairs exiting the building. One simple misstep and a flair of pain shot up his leg. "Fuck."

[onceaheroine]

She's sufficiently annoyed to completely ignore the thumping of his cane behind her and pretend she can't hear him limping along the corridors at her heels. But the real pain in that growled expletive has her whirling around. There's still anger in her eyes, but concern, too.

"You did that to yourself, you stupid man. I wasn't interested in you catching up with me -- hurting yourself isn't going to change that."

[with_aprice]

He's balanced between a hand rail in his left hand and his cane on his right. Slowly he puts weight on his right leg and the pain burns. It doesn't stop him from grimacing and taking another step down. The ever present pill tin in his breast pocket feels heavy; he knows he should take them now but that's yet another weakness, in front of her.

"It seemed in Dr. Whale's best interest to leave quickly." So he didn't cane the man.