This little drabble idea originally came from another of my blogs forever ago and I only just got around to polishing it all off. Just some sinful public teasing underneath a dinner table during season two/Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventures.
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At first glance, the restaurant seemed like any other he had passed by while travelling. A quaint spot with a checkered tablecloth or two, candles in old bottles and a tavern-style bar tucked away, around the corner from the dining.
But then Rapunzel had bumped into some nice old ladies while stocking up on fruits for the caravan. And after hearing all the good feedback she insisted on skipping a campfire meal and buying dinner for their party of four. (Five, if you count Shorty who made himself at home on a bar stool with the kids menu.)
After all that excitement, and seeing her features light up as she scanned the menu and made her choice, Eugene was certain he’d never been in a nicer restaurant. Anything that had Blondie’s seal of approval worked for him.
“I cannot wait to try their chicken dish!” Rapunzel’s shoulders rose and fell as she watched their meals being brought over towards their booth. “I hear they use breadcrumbs and an Italian paste, and some cheese, and it’s so experimental!”
“And really healthy,” Cassandra remarked dryly, jerking her thumb towards the kitchen. “I’ll enjoy my usual salad and eggs, thank you very much.”
“Wow - cold, damp and a little runny? I never would’ve guessed,” Eugene hummed, before his knee bashed underneath the table and he flinched. “Ow!” The only thing stopping him from reaching down and rubbing his poor shin where it had suddenly been kicked was the smug look on Cass’s face.
“Having trouble, Fitzherbert?” she asked, knife and fork in each hand, waiting as a bowl of colourful… plant-matter, if he had to guess, was placed in front of her.
“Not at all,” he ground out, but it was as much for show as anything. A plate of hot food was placed before him and he thanked the waiter. A heartbeat was all it took for Lance to reach over and steal half of a potato.
“Hey! That’s mine!”
“Correction - it was yours,” Lance said with gravitas, pushing the whole half into his mouth and humming with delight. “And ish good!”
“Thrilled for you,” Eugene muttered, pulling his plate just a little closer before shooting a helpless look at his radiant little girlfriend. “Next time can we leave the ‘kids’ at home?”
Rapunzel finished thanking the waiter in earnest before smiling playfully back. “Oh, Eugene. Relax - it’s a nice evening out. And it smells so good! How do you pronounce the dish again?”
“I don’t think it has a name, yet, Blondie,” he murmured. “But if I had to guess…” He summoned a few words of Italian - basic phrases for chicken and sauce and cheese, swallowing a bite of his beef as he made a gesture. “Some combination of those words.”
“Well, it sounds as fascinating as it looks,” Rapunzel insisted, picking up her knife and fork and cutting a bite-sized piece for herself.
“Raps - you think that of everything,” Cass declared. Eugene guessed it was a full moon out - it was one of the times, usually once a month at best, when he found himself agreeing with her.
Until he felt something pressing against his shin and he lost his train of thought. His brow creased as he stayed still, assuming it was just someone’s leg stretching out.
“Well, I really think it of this,” Rapunzel said, and the gentle pressure and lift as she spoke made it clear who was touching him under the table.
Not that there was many other candidates - she was sitting opposite him instead of snuggled up beside him for a change, the pair of them on the inside of their little booth. And nobody else was as likely to slip out of their boot and press their foot against his shin. Obviously to sooth where her lady-in-waiting had kicked him, he figured.
“Ooh! Eugene - remind me how to say ‘very good’ in Italian?” He glanced up, quite certain that the grin on her face was as brilliant then as it had ever been. And with a little hand motion, he supplied:
“Molto bene.” Eugene was fairly sure she was clever enough to remember just fine and she just enjoyed hearing him say it, but who was he to deny her?
“That’s it,” she said happily. And underneath the table, he felt her foot suddenly move higher, until her sole was neatly resting on the bump of his knee. “Molto bene,” she practiced, applying gentle pressure against him. Eugene chewed his food quietly, a tilt of his head the closest he dared come to asking her about it in company.
And then she did ‘the look.’ A little ‘Smoulder’ all of her own, except that hers worked. A ducking of her head as she looked up through her thick lashes.
“I’m just interested,” she offered. “It’s such a pretty language. It’s so.. on point with everything.”
Eugene went ramrod still as he felt her tiny toes digging into his thigh. Ever since he had blurted out how badly she ‘turned him on’ during a heated, private moment, it had become Rapunzel’s little watchword. A sneaky, cute password that she used to tell him what kind of mood she was in. ‘This painting is so on,’ or ‘let me show you the book I’m reading - it’s on.’ It all came back to that evening when she rocked against him, giggling and purring and deciding ‘on’ was a very good word for describing how naughty and aroused she was.
“Aren’t all languages like that, Raps?” Cassandra asked, pushing more leaves and vegetables onto her fork. But Cass was (blessedly) unaware of the Princess’ leg under the table, stretched out and resting on her boyfriend’s lap as her foot brushed back and forth, higher and higher.
“I guess?” Rapunzel could have acted. She pushed another piece of her meal into her mouth and hummed, swallowing and looking for all the world like nothing more than a woman enjoying her dinner. Like a woman who wasn’t beginning to tease back and forth over Eugene’s privates with her toes. “But Italian is so pretty and everything has such a flourish! It’s like they make everything so… alight! So switched on.”
Eugene forced himself to eat as he felt himself reacting to it all. The slow, gentle teases. The coy remarks. The fact that she was doing it all in public while their friends were there. And judging from the coy, dazzling little look she gave him again from across the table, she knew very well what she was doing.
“Don’t you think, Eugene?” He was hard now. He was hard and she knew it because her sole was pressing flat against him.
“Well, Blondie, I’ll be sure to sit you down and teach you a few things if you’d like,” he managed to say, quietly patting himself on the back for doing it all without squeaking or moaning. Or from making some obvious scoot forwards to press against her.
“I’d love that - I think I’m a pretty fast learner,” Rapunzel grinned. It was so her. The sassy, confident girl who was willing to take on all challenges, royal or otherwise.
The girl who apparently knew how to lift her entire leg up and down without the table catching wind of it.
“Oh, I know you are,” Eugene answered back, forcing himself to look as innocent as possible. “You’re learning new things all the time, Blondie.”
In hindsight, he had watched her climb trees with nothing but her hair and her bare legs. ‘I’ve got strong feet!’ she had said with pride.
He really shouldn’t have been so shocked that she could turn around and climb him just as quickly and easily. But maybe it was just because she was Rapunzel - that cute girl who he was head over heels in love with and could turn him on at the drop of a hat.
Maybe it was the fact they were still in public.
“I’d tell you two to save it for the caravan, but I made it perfectly clear to the King and Queen that I’d keep an eye on you,” Cass remarked, swallowing another mouthful of salad. And then for good measure, she leaned across the table and gave Eugene a suspicious, squinted look. “No funny business from you.”
“Why am I getting the bad cop treatment over here?”
“Because I trust Raps. But you? You still have your moments.”
And Rapunzel giggled and smiled and looked for all the world like she was the most innocent person in it. “Sorry, Eugene. I guess you do have a little of that roguish reputation, still.”
And then she went ahead and slid her foot up and down along the length of his hardened cock, flexing her toes while she cut another piece of chicken and popped it into her mouth.
“Well, you are the innocent one,” Eugene said, schooling his face to remain as passive as possible. Forcing himself to carefully cut and eat his meal as Her Royal Mischief Maker kept stroking him up and down. Back and forth. Over and again in a slow, steady rhythm. It wasn’t bad. Heck, it was great, and anywhere else, Eugene would’ve been all for it. Underneath the dinner table, though, well…
He could handle the even stroke of her foot moving up and down. But because Rapunzel had magical mind-reading techniques (obviously), she would press harder or squeeze him whenever he was getting too relaxed.
“Mm!” he moaned when she pushed a certain way. “Oh, it’s.. good stuff. A little spicy, though,” Eugene tried to bluff as Lance gave him a sideways glance.
“Yeah - you’re looking a little flushed there. Whassamatter - comfy living making you soft?” Lance grinned, leaning over and nudging Eugene with a mighty elbow. But he was having none of it - even with the long, draping checkered tablecloth, he wasn’t about to risk anyone getting an accidental eyeful of what was going on underneath it.
“Thank you for your input,” Eugene ground out between clenched teeth, before lighting struck from on high. Slipping into a smooth, charming smile, he pointed off towards the polished bar that seemed to curve around a corner. “But you know what I’d really appreciate? Something nice and cold to drink. Go on, be a buddy. Think of it as payment for my poor potato.”
Lance rolled his eyes before moving to slide out of the booth. It was a tone of voice that Eugene broke out whenever he really wanted something, and was prepared to keep on needling him until it was done.
They all did, and when it became clear that Lance was going to be balancing glasses and serving tins on top of his head, Rapunzel performed one of her little miracles.
“Cass, go with him and help? You’re almost done, right…?” There was a look of peaceful serenity on her face as she asked. A look that Cass returned with an arched eyebrow, pushing her very-empty plate away from her.
“Okay, I get it, my meal wasn’t very big,” she sniffed before lifting herself up as best as she could and wriggling off the bench. “Besides - without help he’s likely to drop the lot.”
“Take your time,” Eugene said, as teasingly as he always did.
“Shave your chin, Fitzherbert.”
He managed to wait until Cass’s bob of dark curls vanished around the corner before he let out a strangled whine. “Blondie! You’re killing me over here.”
“No, I’m not.” And all signs of Rapunzel the innocent, first of her name and well-known saint seemed to vanish. The hooded, playful bedroom eyes that gazed back at him seemed to grow more intense as her foot pressed firmly against his length. “I’m fairly sure I can feel your heart beating from here, Eugene.” She bit her lip and immediately giggled as, sure enough, the coy act did make him twitch that much harder.
“And if you keep going like that, we’re going to… I’ll have a mess to… we’re… Blondie.”
“Are you saying you want me to stop…?” Rapunzel ducked her head again. Her bottom lip stuck out just a little bit. The pressure beneath the table relaxed, her big toe slowly moving down his length. Eugene was fairly sure if she wasn’t royalty, he’d drop beneath the table, pull her under with him and kiss her until her pout vanished.
“Maybe a little bit…?” It came out as a pathetic squeak. He hated saying no to her - the times she was feeling so bold weren’t uncommon, but he loved encouraging them all the same.
“You once told me to have you checked by a doctor if you ever said you weren’t in the mood,” she countered, still pouting, but a little more of that familiar mischief crawling back into her voice. It was a discussion that had occurred one evening when he joked about it while they were helping each other undress. The look of horror on her face quickly smothered the mood that night.
It was a good talk. He made sure to go over all the basics so that they’d never again have another one like it.
“And we agreed that wasn’t serious, but Sunshine? Honey? This isn’t really the time or the pla-ce.” He was cut off again as she once again began to push against him.
“So you’re suggesting if this keeps going… you’d have to try very hard not to finish all over yourself? And then we’d have to worry about getting out of here without anyone noticing…?”
‘Finish all over your leg,’ Eugene wanted to say, but they both knew it was a bluff. He was still tucked inside his trousers, (mostly) comfortably. At best she would get the message, relax and he’d have a small wet stain to deal with later. At worst, with her pace and speed and surprise squeezes… yeah, there wouldn’t be any chance of hiding that.
“Yes, Rapunzel. You’re very, very good, and my briefs are getting a little too crowded, okay sweetie?”
Rapunzel’s eyebrows rose to her hairline, her eyes going saucer wide. ‘Finally,’ he thought, certain the message had gotten through…
… and then he watched with apprehension as gave him her little Smoulder. Like a cat, her gaze on him the whole time, she picked up Cass’s ignored knife and dropped it. Metal hit the stone tiles with a noisy clang!
“Oops. I’ll get that.” And with more flexibility and speed than a princess ought to have, Rapunzel vanished beneath the table. It was like watching her rappel down a cliff face with her hair all over again.
Eugene had a heartbeat to prepare before he felt her, hands flying over him in a rush. Expert flicks and practiced pulls that made him wonder just how good of a learner she was to loosen his belt and unbutton his fly so damned quickly and easily.
“Hn!” He hissed as suddenly he felt her. Warm, dainty little fingers reaching just inside and curling around his hot flesh. Lifting him up. Guiding him through the little escape passage she created. His hands curled into fists as he felt something moist press against this wet tip, and the muffled muah sound made it clear what had happened.
Rapunzel climbed back up from beneath the table, licking her lips and wiggling about in her seat. Looking for all the world like she had successfully picked up her dropped utensil and did not just pull her boyfriend’s cock out under the table and kissed the dripping head.
And neglected to tuck him back in again.
“Rapunzel…?” Eugene’s voice wavered somewhere between begging and disbelief. But she smiled and sighed and quickly turned her attention to her meal, pushing the last few mouthful’s of chicken through her sauce and popping them in her mouth. Stopping only to look up and smile wider as he felt a presence beside them.
His heart dropped as Lance strolled up with a sweaty glass of ale in each hand, followed by Cass holding a bottle of something and a pair of glasses.
“Okay - you two? You need to leave room afterwards, because their dessert menu is looking phenomenal,” Lance insisted, easing back into the booth and setting the glasses down. “Guaranteed some ice cream’ll cool that fire you’ve got going on, Eugene.”
“Gotta say - I can spare some extra calories too after my little dinner, Cass added, swinging herself back into the girl’s side of the booth. “How about you, Raps?”
Rapunzel grinned and speared her last bite with her fork. At the same moment, unseen beneath the tablecloth, her foot stretched back up and began rubbing Eugene’s hardness. Only instead of his trousers, she grinned as she felt every hot, solid inch.
“I could do with something sweet after this,” she said, swallowing her mouthful. “Maybe something with lots of cream all over it. Cream on it.”
Eugene swallowed another mouthful as she said her magic word. Small, strong toes curled around his sensitive tip and he swallowed to keep himself from moaning.
She was going to be the death of him, all over again.
Title and story idea are credited to @runningracingdancingchasing
Tangled (Post BEA): Rapunzel is itching to practice her improv acting. Eugene is happy to be tied up and listen to her assert herself. Of course it was going to end with sensory deprivation and naughty role playing.
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“Over, under, in and out, that is what it’s all… about!” Rapunzel stood back and admired her handiwork. The scarf she had chosen was pure silk, with a pair of folded up, satin hankies tucked on top of his eyes. Cool, comfortable, and one-hundred percent sight-proof. Not bad work, she thought. As for the rest of it…
Seventy feet of long, blonde hair was both a hassle and a blessing. Sometimes both at once. Like when her boyfriend-slash-Prince consort agreed to an afternoon of role playing and acting. Rapunzel couldn’t explain it, but lately she had been itching to flex her theatrical muscles. She already knew how to draw, paint, play the guitar, dance, execute moves in chess and sing. Was it so hard to believe that she and Pascal used to put on some of the best ventriloquism acts that nobody had ever seen?
She even had the home-made badge!
Well, clearly she needed to just prove it. And who better to practice with than her ‘lovely assistant’? “Comfy, Eugene?”
“Well now,” he mumbled, pulling halfheartedly against the silken bonds of her hair. “This feels rather… familiar.” Déjà vu in the most extreme sense. But this time instead of being strapped in to a paint-chipped wooden chair, his wrists were tied to the plush, padded arms of one of the high-back velvet chairs she kept off to the side. (The right one, if he had to guess - he’d be asleep already if it was the left one, and yes, there is a difference between the two, thank you Cass-andra!) “But oh yes, very comfy.”
A flush of pride spread through her as she clasped her hands and grinned.
“Remind me which characters we’re playing here, Blondie?”
“Oh, that’s easy!” But there was something in her voice that left him believing that it was not, in fact, ‘easy.’
“I’m giving you an easy one - you just have to be your charming, roguish, Flynn Rider-self. Where as I am going to be playing the part of some menacing guard who’s caught you! Should be easy for you, don’t you think?”
“As easy as pie, Princess. Ooh! Hey, speaking of, did you hear that they’re making blueberry tonight? Mm! What’s say after this we go grab a piece?” The giggle he heard was nothing short of musical. Even with his eyes covered, he could almost picture her tipping forward and covering her mouth.
“Sure! For now though, remember;- this is ‘improvisational theatre.’ Once we start, there’s no script. You just have to stay in character and react as they would. It’s good practice! See? Well… if you could see.”
He could not see. She’d made darn sure of that. The blindfold wrapped around his eyes was silk or satin with extra folds, if he had to guess. Cool and soft, and blocking out all the light in the world. For a ‘menacing guard,’ Rapunzel was awfully considerate with his comfort. Part of him wondered if she could keep up her charade if he suddenly winced and complained that it was too tight - he could just see her gasping and rushing to loosen the knot at the back.
She was sweet like that.
Pat. Pat. Pat. Eugene was forced to come back to reality as he heard, and felt, the least intimidating stomps he had ever heard. Probably because his ‘captor’ was barefoot and the floor was painted marble and a rug. But with the time between steps, it was obvious that someone was doing their level best to be intimidating.
“Oh, Blondie…”
“Silence, intruder!” Rapunzel barked, and he pressed his mouth together into a thin line to keep from giggling. It was her indoor voice. Her ‘I’m making a formal Princess decision, and to heck with whoever disagrees with it’ voice. He loved that voice. She always looked so good when she wielded just a little bit of her official power. “Have you any idea how much trouble you’re in? How much danger you’re in?” Unseen thanks to his blindfold, Rapunzel allowed herself to feel triumphant. Role playing was so much fun! It had been too long since she had been able to put on a play!
“It really doesn’t feel like that much ‘danger’,” Eugene murmured gaily. Hands came up from their resting position to throw in some quotation marks. Because really, if she wanted to play properly, he was going to act his part right along with her. “I mean, you’re not even even all that angry at me. Angry people get much huffier, you know.”
“Ohh? Oh, ho, uh huh. Yeah. Is that right?” Rapunzel couldn’t stop nodding, her eyebrows rising in a look of defiance. And, of course, a look that was completely lost on him, because she made darn sure that blindfold wasn’t going to let anything through. It was dark and scary and cut off one of his precious five senses. Which should have been really dangerous and frightening. ‘Trust Flynn Rider to never let it show,’ she reminded herself. Which really only made her stall and nod some more more. But it did inspire her to act more like some angry, frustrated guard.
“Well! It shows what you know, because… I am angry! I’m very, very angry!” It sounded as much as she was convincing herself as she was him, and for good measure she stomped on the spot. “Hmfp!” Yes! That was much better. There was a satisfying strike on the stone, and she was pleased her feet were so strong.
“Okay, well then, I can certainly see you mean business. Hear it, I mean! I can hear you mean business!” He quickly caught himself. It still felt just a little silly, but frankly it was plain adorable on her part. He was still glad that Pascal had been sent to to play with Max in the stables, though. “So… what am I in trouble For?”
“Don’t play coy with me,” Rapunzel declared, pacing back and forth before him, her hands clasped behind her back and her nose held high. All unnecessary, but it helped her get into the mind of her character, and she made sure to stamp her bare feet on the stones every so often. “You think we’re going to just forget all the trouble you caused last time? Oh, we were onto you the moment you strolled into town, Fitzherbert.” She huffed indignantly again… and then realised what she had said.
“Wait…”
“Fitzherbert? Are you sure about that…?”
No! She had meant to say Flynn Rider! But she was so used to calling Eugene, Eugene, and she liked his real name so much better and ugh! “Don’t be smart with me!” She whirled on him, her cantankerous persona becoming louder. It was either that or break character, and she couldn’t do that! It was one of the Golden Rules of the ‘Rapunzel and Pascal Acting Guild!’ “I… know exactly who you are! Do you think rescuing poor, helpless maidens from lonely towers will make up for your crimes? Just because you have a handsome, chiselled, adorable face and good hair, and… and smile, and-”
“Uh, Guard? Hi. Focus.” Rapunzel caught herself again, a warmth spreading through her cheeks that she was glad he couldn’t see. She cleared her throat, straightened up and resumed her pacing.
“Your crimes of trying to charm and embarrass me will be added to your sentencing,” she declared with a small huff.
“So, wait…” Eugene’s head tilted and she crossed her arms, idly wondering if this was how he had managed to escape capture so many times in the past. Even if she was merely playing a role, she could feel her character bristling from being interrupted so often. “If I’m facing a sentencing, then don’t I get a chance to defend myself?”
“Ah. The rogue wishes to play the defendant.” There was a smug tone in her voice, and Rapunzel didn’t have to act very much for it, either. With all the air and grace of a benevolent judge, she waved her hand. “I believe I will allow this.”
“That’s just great,” Eugene sighed, grinning broadly. “I’d like my girlfriend Rapunzel to defend me, in that case.”
Her mouth dropped open and her arms went slack. “You… can’t do that!” All traces of her adopted voice had vanished. She was Rapunzel! How could she be both his tormentor and his saviour? Who ever heard of a play or performance like that?!
“You’ve said it yourself - I’m just famous for rescuing the Princess of Corona, and I know that ‘she’ has memorised the law like nobody’s business. So she can defend me.” And with an air of confidence, he relaxed back against the velvet ‘interrogation chair.’ “Isn’t that right Rapunzel?” And now he was calling out to his (he assumed) nearby girlfriend. Who was completely different from the person who was marching back and forth before him.
“… that’s right.” It was a small voice and her hands had covered her mouth, because none of this was in her script. Because there was no script, and he knew that, darn it. That was the whole point of improvisation! But still… She had planned a little bit of it. There was going to be some teasing and playing while she pretended to be an agent of justice, not… all this.
But it was a natural reaction for her at this point - Eugene had called for her help and she just dove right in. Besides, he was right - he did have the right to it. Not that any of this was even real! But still…
“Ah! Blondie!” Her ‘prisoner’ grinned and looked over to the side, where a very non-existent Rapunzel seemed to be standing. “Would you be a dear and tell this brutal, sadistic guard that whatever I did, it isn’t all that bad, and you have every right to defend me?” He even punctuated it with a jerk of his head towards where she really stood. The brutal, sadistic guard with long blonde hair, a pink dress and bare legs.
And, since the whole thing was her idea, Rapunzel felt herself stepping over to her new cue, clearing her throat and folding her hands. “As a member of Corona’s Royal family, and someone who has studied law, I am hereby empowered to speak on behalf of others in their defense.” She spoke in a clear, cool tone, directed towards... nobody. The vacant space where she stood a moment before. The ‘heartless guard.’
“Ooh. You’re in trouble now!” Eugene grinned broadly, and while he was facing the same empty space, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was talking to her, plain and simple. And that the triumphant grin that looked so gosh-darn appealing on him was just a little too ‘at her expense.’ But nobody had any place on the stage unless they had thick skin for the critics and could adapt on the fly. Rapunzel made sure to square her shoulders and plant her feet wider. She had been playing parts and practicing ventriloquism and pantomime for years before they had met.
And she was going to give him a good show, darn it!
“This man,” she announced to nobody in particular. “ - has had his criminal record expunged, and is no longer wanted for for many, many crimes, both petty and despicable.” From the corner of her eye she saw him wince, and it brought a smirk to the corner of her mouth. “I expect you to release him at once.” Rapunzel huffed. It was a noise of finality. And a second later, she took a wide step across, turned and adopted a bitter scowl. She leaned over and crossed her arms to appear as closed-off as possible.
“Maybe in Corona!” she replied to herself, throwing in a scoff at the end. “But while he’s been relaxing over there, this man has committed acts both treacherous and impressive! And unlike some of us, he’s not rescued any lost Princesses from any towers here…”
“She’s really not helpless, either,” Eugene broke in, interrupting the ‘two women’ before some real heated arguments began to fly. If it could happen, it would. “I mean, that ‘little maiden’ knocked me out and threw me around like nobody’s business!”
“Hey, yeah! I did!” Rapunzel frowned, crossing her arms and cocking her hip and tapping her foot against the ground. “Just who has the nerve to refer to me as some kind of ‘helpless maiden,’ anyway?!”
Silence stretched on as she realised, a second later, that it was her. Or more specifically, her other character. But that’s okay! Ad-libbing and making things up on the fly was all part of the acting process. Every new interaction was helping to shape this new persona. Fleshing her out. Giving her depth and meaning. Rapunzel imagined that she was a guard who had been working there for years, and couldn’t remember the last time she had a holiday. Someone who had no time for an ex-thief and some privileged princess. And then they have the hide to come onto her territory and tell her how to do her job? The nerve!
“Listen, ‘Princess Perfect,’“ she snapped back, smoothly slipping back into both her position and role as a frustrated law officer. “You may be the next Queen of Corona, but around here? You’re just another pretty face in need of a haircut.”
Rapunzel stepped back, gasping, a hand to her chest. Off to the side she thought she heard Eugene stiffen and breathe “woah,” but she could be wrong. She was too worked up to worry about that. A flush of resentment swept through her, uncomfortably warm and leaving her balling her fists at her sides.
“Well, I’d say being a future Queen means I outrank you, sweetie. Okay? So why don’t you drop the sword, drop the ‘tough girl’ act and release my boyfriend!”
“Blondie…?”
“Well maybe you need to stick to whatever it is you do when you’re not brushing your hair. Doodling sketches and wearing crowns, I assume!”
“Sunshine…?”
“I happen to be the most renown artist in the Kingdom!”
“Rapunzel?”
“What?!” Her hands covered her mouth and her eyes went as wide as saucers as she realised what had happened. At this point she had certainly snapped loudly enough to pass for two people. And Eugene, precious man that he was, didn’t flinch or rear back. He just tilted his head and leaned in her direction, still tied up with her hair and his eyes completely covered.
“Come back to me, honey,” he said, and she felt her shoulders sag.
“Guess I got a bit carried away,” she admitted sheepishly. “Aw, I’m sorry, Eugene.” Rapunzel swept her hair behind her, an arm reaching around his neck as she moved to sit across his lap and cuddle him.
“Wait - !”
Too late. Down she went, sitting neatly across his legs and something else. Her eyes widened again as he bit his lip and hissed softly, wriggling beneath her. A shift of her hips told her exactly why, too. Rapunzel watched him for a moment, at the flickers of emotion across his face. The little reactions and the telltale pink forming in his cheeks.
“Eugene…” She was quiet and coy. Utterly playful as his erection pressed into the side of her hip. “Just how did this happen…?”
“Well,” he drawled the word, clearing his throat and stalling for time. “Sometimes it’s just a reaction, you know? That’s all. A little reaction and pop, oh, look at that.” The blindfold did nothing to conceal what she liked to call his ‘pretend-innocent’ look. It was like the prison cell in Pincosta all over again.
“Uh huh. Oh, I’m aware of that. What I’d like to know is what kind of reactions cause this.” This time she reached down, her palm touching him fully. Eugene jumped beneath her and she watched him draw another soft hiss between his clenched teeth. “Does someone have a thing for hearing me getting all defensive…?” She was sure she had read that somewhere once before. Why, though, she couldn’t begin to fathom. Who would enjoy someone being so aggressive and guarded?
“Mm… not exactly…?” The pause in the air seemed much longer than when she demanded to know who had called her some ‘helpless, innocent maiden.’
“You do know I’m not getting up before you tell me about this, don’t you?”
“Oh, yeah. No, I worked that one out on my own.”
“I’m so glad we’re on the same page, Eugene.”
“Always, Blondie.”
“Mm.”
The silence returned, and she had a feeling it would have hung for even longer if she didn’t curl her fingers around his shaft and squeeze. The fabric of his trousers did nothing to hinder that - after all: she wasn’t some darn helpless tower-girl!
“Okay! So… maybe it’s a little bit of the being-tied-up by you again, sweetheart, which really, how could that not be a thing? But, if I had to put it down to one thin in particular, I would pick your… assertiveness.”
Rapunzel blinked and leaned back, as though she couldn’t quiet believe it. Immediately Eugene began to relax beneath her, sagging against the chair as the small pressure on his groin was gone.
“My assertiveness? That’s not new. I’m assertive, you know! Shouldn’t you be walking awkwardly all the time? Because I’m plenty assertive, thank you very much, Eugene,” she declared with a small scoff. It was returned by a blindfolded, hesitant look.
“Ehh… I would say you have confidence, Rapunzel. You have that in spades, and really, for someone with your history and experiences, I think you’re a miracle woman because of it. But when it comes to laying down the law, you’re more of the… ‘bend over backwards to make everyone happy, even if it costs you’ kind of person.”
“Wha-? I am not, I - “ She cut herself short as this time. Behind the silk scarf around his head, she watched as he managed to arch a perfectly-plucked eyebrow up. It was the same sceptical look he had given her when they first met and she insisted she kept her promises. “… okay, so, maybe I can be a little… I don’t know, ‘too nice.’ Or polite. Or things that really shouldn’t be a bad thing, so I don’t know why people act as if they are…”
“And they’re not!” She wasn’t sure if Eugene heard or somehow sensed that she was pouting, but soon enough she felt his beard tickling her cheek as he kissed her face over and again. “But there’s a bit of a difference between being ‘nice’ and, say, ‘taking the lead,’ you know? Like, going with the flow and being… mm, dominant? A little proud…?”
“A little dominant while fighting over you,” Rapunzel smirked. She wasn’t surprised when he hummed and stalled and finally sheepishly nodded. ‘Possessive’ was the word for it, and one she had mixed feelings about. But there was a world of difference between being hoarded for her hair and being wanted because she was loved. Why wouldn’t he enjoy it a little, she thought?
“Eugene…” She slid off of his lap and she swore she saw his eyebrows knitting together. Some mimicry of confusion and disappointment. All the while, she lifted her skirt up just enough until she was able to sit back down. This time, though, she was facing him, straddling him with a long, strong leg thrown over side of his. “If only I knew you felt this way…”
“Well, I didn’t exactly try to hide it - ahh, hah…” Once again he was cut off, and she was treated to the oh-so satisfying sight of Eugene’s mouth falling open as he moaned softly. “What are you doing?”
“What…? You mean - “ Her thighs squeezed him. Toes dug into the plush rug beneath them. Her hips rolled forward slowly and she felt him, full and hard against her tingling core. “ - this, right…?”
Eugene groaned. She felt warm air against her cheek and the swoop of hair fluffing up and back before sitting still. A naughty thrill flew through her, resting inside her. Rapunzel grinned and leaned back, her hips settling against him as she made herself comfy. This was so much more fun than just arguing with herself.
“Yes, sweetheart. Darling. Why are you doing that?” There was a definite whine in his voice that time, and Rapunzel decided she needed to hear him do it more often. Mm, yes. She’d start right away, squeezing her thighs against his and watching him bite his lip once again.
“I’m doing what I want,” she said, as simply as if announcing the time of day. The idea of being coy and cutely asking ‘don’t you like it?’ floated through her mind before she banished it. She was being dominant! Possessive! Her hips wiggled and she giggled as he shifted about beneath her. “I’ve captured you, so I get to do what I want with you. Remember?”
“Ahh! But you didn’t catch me! The other one grabbed me and tied me up, didn’t she?” Rapunzel decided he looked a little too smug while he pointed out the flaw in her little argument, and she rolled her hips again, sending a pleasant tingle through her sex and rearranging his features. She was starting to appreciate seeing him at her mercy.
Still, he had a point, darn it… Until it dawned on her that she was in charge. That meant she could do anything!
“Silly Eugene,” she said, hands curling around the loops of golden hair keeping him in place. Her head turned and she spoke out of the side of her mouth, throwing her voice as best as possible. “Haven’t you worked it out yet? I’m the Rapunzel you knew before, coming to your rescue. With her short, chestnut hair. The returned Princess. You remember her, right?”
Behind the silk blindfold, she watched her boyfriend look confused and try to piece together what was going on. But rather than wait, she leaned over, head tilted and talking from the opposite side. “And I’m Rapunzel with her long, blonde hair. Who’s seen the world and faced it all. And I’m the one who has you at her every whim…”
Years of home-practised ventriloquism with a chameleon were finally paying off.
“Well,” Eugene breathed. She watched his face flit between emotions, much like whenever he was trying (and failing) not to freak out. “I’m intrigued, but I’m not too sure how the world can handle two Rapunzel’s. You know? That’s… ten feet, eight inches of sunshine. That might be too much for anyone to take.”
Rapunzel was having none of it. She was having fun, and there was plenty of evidence pressed against her underwear that he was having fun, too. Speaking of which…
“Well, that’s a shame,” she sighed, deciding that this was coming from the short-haired, curious Rapunzel. She kept herself hovering perfectly still on top of him, leaning to the side and talking from the proper direction. Hands played with his collar. Fingers stroked his neck and throat. She allowed herself to pat him down slowly, along his doublet… before switching halfway. Rapunzel with her long locks and experience took over, deciding that the hooks were an affront to her Royal gaze. And then she smartly undid them, one by one, until she was able to push it open and spread her palms across his undershirt. “Because that is exactly what you’re going to be dealing with, Mister Fitzherbert.”
He chuckled and she felt all of it. Muscles beneath her palms humming and relaxing as she traced her fingers up and down. The peaks of his nipples, taut and inviting her to do what she will. And she did, because one side of her was curious about how different they were compared to her own, and all the ways a man would react. And her more adventurous, experienced self knew how his face would morph and hiss, and she just loved wielding that magnificent power over him.
“Blondie…” He whined and arched as she drew a circle with her thumb, pinching down and plucking his peak.
“How do you know it’s ‘Blondie?’” she crooned playfully. Both hands palmed him, the same way he had done to her when they were alone long enough to be intimate. Lifting him up and moving back and forth. Dragging her fingers over tender flesh. Her nails leaving pale marks as she came back down, scratching a tattoo into his skin. “Maybe it’s me, Eugene. Remember how much you used to grab my short hair? How you’d grab a handful and pull it just so? And I’d love every bit of it…”
It couldn’t be - they both knew that. It was her same seventy-odd feet of hair that was keeping him lassoed to the chair, after all. But that was the beauty of role playing, she mused. She was calling the shots, as he so eagerly suggested, and with his eyes closed, she could be anyone she wanted to be. They were both having fun. Lots of fun. Wasn’t that the point of acting, anyway? To make-believe and enjoy yourself?
“You know, you ‘two’ change places so quickly, I can barely tell who’s who,” he sighed. Did he have any idea how adorable he looked? Trying to be dry and witty with a silk scarf for a blindfold and a pretty pink blush on his cheeks. Rapunzel thought it was just darling. Enough to lower her hands to his belt and deftly unfasten it, embracing her bolder self. Assertive Rapunzel. The ‘blonde bombshell’ who’d claim him as hers and then demand his freedom, because he was past due for their twelve o’clock make-out session.
Ooh. She could see why this was so effective on him!
“Well,” she said smartly. Clink, clink. The belt came loose. The button, too. “That’s just something you’re going to have work out for yourself, now, won’t you…?” Rapunzel’s hand slipped down. Familiar warmth tickled her and began to spread along her arms and into her chest as she pulled him free from his clothes. Delicate fingers curled around his cock, feeling his length and his girth, remembering how soft and hard it seemed to be all at once. And then she slowly pumped him. Down to his base before coming back up. Watching his flesh bob and twitch while his thighs shook beneath her. A dewdrop of sticky arousal leaked from his tip and she rolled it around with her thumb.
The moan he gave her was reward enough for her silly little self-argument earlier on.
“Are you sure you want to be doing this, Blon - Rapunzel? Just what’s going to happen if someone comes knocking?” It wasn’t a silly question, but she knew better. She had made sure the hallway was good and cleared before she was going to perform any improvised acting. And for good measure she had locked the door, too. They had privacy - Eugene was just going to have to make peace with the fact that she was firmly in control. And she was having lots of fun with it, too.
“Oh, Eugene - did you forget already? We’re safe and sound, hiding from those mean guards that want to lock you up for all your wicked ways.”
“Then why are there two of you?”
“Because I love you,” she hummed, letting go of his cock and pushing his doublet open and back. It wasn’t going anywhere while his arms were tied, but she wanted better access darn it. And she got it, swiftly working on the buttons of his shirt, pressing her moist lips across his skin as she revealed more and more of his chest. The scent soap and cologne left her giddy.
“Because you’re lucky,” Rapunzel cooed. She had no choice now but to slide off of his trembling legs, but that was okay. It allowed her to clear the last button and flick his top apart, kissing the warm skin of his stomach. She could taste the salt and the powders used to wash their clothes. She felt his hardness brushing against the bodice of her dress and he squirmed against her, seeking some sort of relief that was just out of reach. And, because ‘Blondie’ was a merciful Princess, she shrunk down until her breath ghosted across his sensitive flesh.
“Because I want to,” she said, matter-of-factly. Her lips came together and she kissed the very tip of his prick, wet from her play and burning hot. She wished she could just capture the sound he made. She felt his hardness jump and pulse as his body just flexed beautifully and his hands balled into fists.
“Rapunzel…!”
She slithered backwards a few paces, pulling volumes of her hair beneath her and sitting down. And then she just watched Eugene, sitting and shaking in her chair. Half naked and tied to the arms. Blindfolded. Panting and blushing and spreading his fingers wide. That familiar heat had poured down her heart and chest and begun pooling up inside her hips. “Say my name,” she asked from down on the floor. “Like that again.”
“Rapunzel.” Eugene wasn’t panting so much, now. The rise and fall of his chest wasn’t as heaving as it was a second ago.
“Again,” she breathed. She leaned forward, studying him. She wasn’t a stranger to him or his body - not after travelling for more than a year, across roads and water and through forests. But she could admire him as an artist and a lover and as a healthy young woman. And Rapunzel with her short, choppy, chestnut hair was all of that and more.
“Rapunzel…” His voice was deeper, and she just knew that if she had placed her hand on his chest she would have felt his whole rib cage rumbling. It was a timbre sound that made her body flush with warmth and her thighs squeeze together. That made the back of her neck begin to buzz with excitement.
“Once more.” This time it was a demand. Blonde Rapunzel knew there was more hidden just below the surface, and she wanted it.
Eugene slowly bit his lip and she saw pearly teeth winking at her. He arched backwards into the chair, inviting her over. She swore she saw his cock throbbing like it had a heartbeat of it’s own, and she wanted nothing more than to wrap her hand back around him and feel it pump for her.
“Rapunzel…”
She shrank down into herself. All of her muscles compressed, trying to satisfy the need that had come roaring to the surface. Her toes curled. She pulled at her hair. Tugged at her corset. Rapunzel jumped up and flew to the door, fingers flying over the bows and ties of her dress as she bent down and checked the locks once again.
Sealed. Secured. Private. Good. Good, good, good. It was a mantra as she all but floated across the floor, stopping halfway to push her loosened corset down her hips and stepped out of it. Her dress soon followed, shimmying one shoulder out and then the other before she shoved it off of her like it was suddenly offending her. And she loved her dress, but not when she felt like her entire body was burning up, thank you very much, and especially not when Eugene was half naked and saying her name just right, and the underwear needed to go too. Now. Like, yesterday!
“Rapunzel…?” Eugene had been left in the dark, but he was vaguely aware of things. The pull against his left arm told him she had gotten up and walked a few paces behind him. The ruffles of fabric could have been anything, but he sorely liked to imagine that it was his lovely Royal girlfriend taking care of her clothes and throwing them away. Yep - out the window, never to be needed again. He could dream, right?
He flinched as a warm hand caressed his cheek from out of nowhere. Fingers slid through his hair, pushing back and down. Not hard or insistent. Just leading him along. Telling him to lean back, and he followed. Warm, moist lips caressed against his and he felt everything inside him flutter. It was the same kiss she gave him when she was stirred up. When she probably would throw her political weight around to make sure she wasn’t interrupted.
“Eugene…” Her voice was almost melodic as she leaned away from him. Slight and celestial. He couldn’t tell where she was for a moment, her footsteps leaving no trace. And then he felt her hands on his breeches. Grabbing some great hold of his pants and briefs and tugging them out from under him. Good Lord, did she have any idea how darn strong she could be at times?!
All of that seemed trivial as she shoved his pants into a big bunch around his ankles. And up she climbed, a fit, firm leg sliding across him. Then the other as she sat on his lap. Feeling the solid, sculpted muscles of her ass against his thighs as she scooted closer. The bump of her warm, wet mound as she pressed against him. Rapunzel rose up, lifting her perky breasts against his face. He felt her grabbing hold of him and guiding him across her lips, groaning softly at how slick and hot she was. Her breath caressed his cheek as she tapped into all of that assertive, possessiveness she had for him.
“I want you to know... you’re mine.” She slid down onto him. Eugene arched and hissed and groaned as his felt her folds parting and her flesh spreading and her pussy engulfing him, inch after inch, until everything was hot and wet and her.
“Please oh please untie me.” He moaned. His head had already fallen forward as she settled on top of him. Her backside wiggled back and forth against his thighs. Her legs tucked up against the arms of the chair, where his hands flexed and reached for her. Rapunzel bit her lip and slowly rocked, watching his face grow tense and then relaxing.
Was this how she looked whenever she lay back and let him play with her? When she hugged his arm and squeezed his hand with her legs and cried his name? No wonder he had so much fun! Even if he wasn’t being touched himself… She was in control now. Everything was her call. Every move was hers. He was at her mercy.
It was like the times she had tasted wine and felt heady and relaxed, ambitious and uncensored. Everything was warm and tingling and she wanted more.
“I don’t think I’m going to do that, Eugene,” she sighed. Rapunzel caressed herself. Hands swept up her sides and breasts, cupping and softly squeezing herself just the way he used to. She’d make do for now - those hands of his were staying put.
“Pretty please…?” There was a hint of desperation in his voice that time. Or maybe it was from her hips rising and falling at an agonizing rate. If she focused, she could feel his cock spreading her flesh. The swollen tip brushing her deepest parts. Gliding in and out.
That was probably doing a few things to him, too.
“You said you liked me being in charge of you,” she reminded him patiently. Rapunzel’s hands moved from her chest to his. Fingers spread over smooth planes as she bounced a little, purring and giggling at the wonderful pace she was setting.
“I’d also really, really like to touch you?”
“Mm. I bet you would.” She could picture his broad hands around her hips. His beard tickling her skin as he kissed her throat or licked the junction of her breasts. There was something just so thrilling when she told Eugene to let go and just take her. Oh well! Too bad. Next time. Maybe. She was starting to get used to this. “You can use your voice, though.”
“My wha-?” She bounced and rocked against him, loving the attractive blush on his face and watching him lose more of himself to her.
“I like your voice,” she murmured. Her hands moved to muss up his hair, careful not to loosen the blindfold. “I like some of those words you only ever use when we’re like this. When I’m driving you wild, Eugene…” Rapunzel settled against him, squeezed him between her knees and clenched.
“Oh, sweet fu- ” Eugene arched against her and she grinned. From feeling him moving deeper inside her. From knowing she was making her boyfriend come apart at the seams.
“There we go. More of that, please and thank you.”
But Eugene was a little too far along. Too pulled apart. Whatever he was, he couldn’t keep up with her hands and hips and lips and pussy and legs and all of her. All he could manage was gasps and moans and soft curses, all of which she relished.
That’s okay, Rapunzel thought. Part of taking the lead meant working with what she had on hand. She shifted forward, an arm wrapping around his still-dressed shoulders while the other traced patterns up and down his front. “I wonder if you’ve worked out which ‘Rapunzel’ I am,” she wondered to herself. And coyly, seductively, adding: “Which one of us is riding your hard, handsome cock, Eugene?”
“For the love of God, Blondie…”
“Hee!” She beamed and readjusted herself. Her breasts flattened against his chest as she reached down between them, teasing them both. Fingers caressing his thick base before coming back up to glance against her aching pearl. It didn’t surprise her one bit that he thought of her as ‘Blondie.’ He called her that even when she had short hair! But Rapunzel with her long, indestructible hair was the one who first touched him like a woman. The one he first saw bare naked, and who saw him. The one he experimented with in Corona and who tried everything when they were travelling the countryside.
But not this time. She missed having her short, fluffy, naturally dark hair. The style he’d grab hold of. The one where they shared their first kisses.
“Not ‘Blondie,’ no,” Rapunzel sang. And her eyes flew wide open, because that time she swore that she felt his hardened flesh twitching inside her. She looked up at Eugene’s face, taking in his set jaw and creased brow. His heart was hammering against her. A giddy, naughty thrill raced up along her back, spreading across her skin and setting her nerves alight.
Eugene loved her, she didn’t doubt that one bit. But he missed her short hairstyle style, too. Right?
Well, that was easy to check.
“Still prefer brunettes?” she asked, her voice thick with need. “I remember the way your fingers would just spread through those little layers back there. It made me so happy. And I used to think how attractive it must be to see them in this little choppy sea of chestnut.”
She had her answer as she felt him absolutely throb inside her, his hips coming up to meet her and his dick twitching with absolute need. She didn’t need her fingers that time - his entire front had butted against her blushing wet core, rolling over her clit and leaving her purring with delight. Her tension was pulled tight. Her muscles burned. She just knew she was ready to shake and come undone on top of him.
“Rapunzel, I’m - “ She cut him off, hands grabbing either side of his head. Her hips ground against him.
“Cum for me, Eugene.” It was a demand. She was assertive and dominant and the light of his life and -
Rapunzel’s mind burst as Eugene thrust up against her, hard and fast and desperately. Once, twice, again and again until he went stock still beneath her. And like a guitar string, she felt him snap. He arched and groaned her name and some naughty part of her mind thought that it never sounded so delicious. Her deepest depths flooded with warmth. He shook and bucked against her -
“... ah!”
- and her body flared as if trillions of tiny paper lanterns had all been lit and lifted at the same time. Her mouth hung open but she couldn’t make a noise. Her legs trembled. Her toes curled. Nails dug into his scalp. Her hips ground down against him and she shook as she felt him twitch and empty inside her. All while she shook and squeezed and made noises that couldn’t be described in any of her romance books.
She wasn’t sure how long they sat there afterwards. She didn’t notice that she had gone from scratching his scalp to lovingly smoothing her hands through his hair. All she really knew was that they were both a sweating, panting mess.. and she didn’t want to get up just yet. Not without feeling pins and needles in her legs and (probably) leaving a sticky, pearly mess all over Eugene’s lap and her velvet chair.
Romance novels never warned her about that, either.
For now, she reached up and yanked the back of the silk scarf, watching him blink blearily at her while his eyes adjusted.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he sighed, smiling tiredly at her. Her racing heart gave a little flutter and something inside her did a little flip whenever he looked at her like that.
“Hey,” she sang. With all the care in the world, Rapunzel rose up and off of him, drawing another soft moan from her boyfriend as she did. Her feet wiggled as she shuffled backwards, stretching her leg out -
“I should’ve grabbed a towel before all this,” she sighed. The sudden chill she felt spoke volumes at how wet her skin had become. She didn’t trust herself to peek down just yet. Not that the sticky mess they made was off putting, but she was just fascinated by how Eugene’s arousal looked after sex. So shiny and slick and wow, all of that had been inside her. Again! How did she fit it all -
“Rapunzel…?” She blinked and looked back up. Oh. She had gotten distracted again. Grinning playfully, the naked princess padded away with stiff legs, reaching into her armoire and returning with a fluffy towel. Wordlessly she draped it over Eugene’s lap, turned and once again sat sideways across his legs. A second later she collapsed against him, purring happily while she kicked her legs up and down.
“This was fun,” she sighed, nuzzling against his chest. She looked up to give him a look of absolute triumph, before adding “I knew my ventriloquism skills hadn’t gotten rusty.”
“May I just say that I love that that’s what you got out of all of this?” Eugene asked, resting his chin on the top of her head. “And hey - here’s a fun idea. Think you could untie me now…?”
“Hrn.” He guessed it was more of a noise than an answer, but he felt her reaching around the arms of the chair and giving her hair just the right kind of tug to make it all unravel. It wasn’t the first time he suspected that every clump and strand was somehow, magically, prehensile.
“Oh, much better…” His hands came up around her narrow shoulders and he felt her cuddling deeper into him. It floored him how she could be both so bold and so small all at once. “So - did you scratch your itch for acting?”
“Mm, was that was started all this?” She almost sounded sleepy in his arms, and he was inclined to scoop her up, carry her over to the bed and then spoon her while they drifted off. He was fairly sure whatever luck they had wouldn’t keep the hallway clear and free for that long, though. “That’s right - I got the Thespian fever. Well, how did I do?”
“At playing Rapunzel? Ten out of ten. A smash hit. At playing some mean guard from somewhere I’ve victimised, well… maybe we could polish up on that.”
“Mm. Improvisational acting is hard, Eugene.”
“Well, you make it look good, Blondie.” His fingers traced patterns across her back and up into her hair, similar to how she had been doing to him as she teased and rode him. He pressed kisses against her damp brow, sure that if he started thinking of all that again, he’d want to turn the tables and tease her back.
“Eugene? I miss having my short hair style.”
He told himself she was tired, and it wasn’t just an achingly small voice that she was confessing a sordid secret with. More kisses sprinkled over her brow and then down her cheek.
“Well, sweetheart, if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that you make the impossible, possible. And I’m sure if there’s a way to change this - “ He stopped and gave a small tug on a handful of indestructible hair, fine and silken like spun gold and capable of igniting like a bomb when she was threatened. “ - I’m sure you’ll work out what to do to change that.”
“Be honest - you miss it too, don’t you?” She leaned back, blushing and damp and beautifully naked in his arms. Wide, green eyes seemed to sparkle, challenging him to deny that yes, he had a preference when it came to her appearance.
“Loaded question,” he deflected, but she swatted him on the arm and he caught her. “Yeah, okay - you’ve got me. I thought it suited you nicely.”
“Well, congratulations. We share excellent tastes.”
“I know - you chose me, after all.”
“Eugene…” But he saw that coming from a mile away, and she wasn’t surprised when he lifted her chin and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss against her parted lips. One flick of her tongue to get the taste of him was all it took to forget about most of the things in her mind.
Most, but not all.
“I hope next time I get to choose my own style,” she sighed, and this time it was definitely a dreamy voice. Eugene could feel her weight shifting against him, her legs kicking a little less over the side of his lap.
“Yeah? What would you pick?” He wasn’t offended - he liked to think for a single scrap of glass, he didn’t do too bad of a job. But he wasn’t a hair stylist. Only a hair enthusiast.
“I’d get it done the same as before,” she mumbled. “Exactly the same. It was so pretty… And I’d let everyone know it was my choice to have it look that way. And that I love you so, so much.”
“I love you, too.” Eugene didn’t think twice about that, but he was flattered about her hair. And a little suspicious that maybe his barbering skills had been gossiped about. But he couldn’t help that, and if he had to go through it all over again to save her, he would’ve.
“Sure you wouldn’t want a professional doing it this time?” He chuckled. It was just a joke - he couldn’t think of anything else to really say. For months afterwards, he had held onto a bit of guilt of taking away her healing hair without giving her the choice first.
But Rapunzel didn’t answer. She was fast asleep, warm and damp, her freckled cheeks and most of her nude body still sporting a pretty blush.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he yawned. “We’ll talk more later… If they don’t break down the door and try to hang me.”
He wasn’t worried. If the worst should happen, she had already defended him from some stomping, angry guard that very afternoon. She could do it again.
