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Everything had been...quiet, til now. She'd been so tired, unable to sleep the night before, plagued with a stomach that felt like it was doing somersaults and a brain that was punching the inside of her head.
She'd told Cass and had slipped up to bed, blowing out the lanterns and leaving Pascal to keep an eye on her friend as she'd gone into the forest in search of fresh peppermint for a tea. They’d seen an outcrop an hour or two behind; and knew with the men having already left for town that the princess would have a few hours of solo rest.
She'd not heard Eugene come into the caravan, into their home on the road...hadn't heard the door or voices or anything indicating he hadn't in fact, gone with the others into town. But that was his voice, clear as day. He'd said her name, moaned it even; like he was both in pain and relaxed under the summer sun, stretching like a cat.
And she didn't respond.
She didn't respond, because she'd blearily opened her eyes and had firstly, spotted that he was on his bed - his bunk on the opposite side of the cabin to her own. The top, same as her.
How many nights had they smiled at each other from across the small room as hookfoot and Cassandra snored below, secret, loving smiles that seemed more and more commonplace as time went on?
The torch was dimmed, just as it was in the night; leaving just enough light to see each other but not disturb their sleep. And just as she could in the night, she could see him partially now. But she also knew, as she'd dragged a makeshift curtain over her bunk, that he couldn't see her…
Did he even know she was here?
“Fu...blondie”
Her heart hammered in her chest as her body felt burnt as if it were alight. She could hear movement, and slid onto her back, emotionally torn. It felt like she needed to shut her eyes and stay in the little dark cocoon she'd created, but she also wanted to rip that curtain off and watch every second of what was going on in the bunk opposite - and didn't know why. What on earth was he doing? And why did the sound of her nickname on his lips in that...that tone set her body aflame as it did?
She could hear...almost like a swishing noise, fast and short. He groaned again, and she grew even more conflicted. He must know she's here, otherwise why would he call her name? He wouldn't…
He was panting now, the groans intensifying and she was worried, so worried and so awake. she was aching, her entire body and she knew it just had to be some sort of instinct - like her magic!
Oh it was obvious - he didnt know she was there but was calling for her because he was in pain and wanted her to be there! And she was feeling this way because of their connection. She'd healed him, so it must be her magic that was making her tingle like this, making her feel uncomfortably hot. He needed her, she just knew it and she was...oh no she was being a terrible girlfriend! He was calling her name and she was just ignoring him! When Cass had hurt her leg she’d been so attentive the short haired woman had wanted to kill her; and now the man she loved was obviously struggling with something serious and she was lazing around like a lizard on a summer's afternoon!
“Haa….oh god Rapunzel”
She slid from the bunk, bare feet soundless on the wooden floor of the caravan and lifted herself with gusto, ready for whatever she found. If he'd been sick, she would clean it. If he had a migraine, she'd fetch ice. “Yes Eugene?”
“OHMYGOD”
“You don't feel warm, what's wrong Eugene?”
“I did NOT know you were in here Rapunzel oh my god, oh my god… I'm so…”
She moved, lifting a hand to the lamp and increasing the oil, letting it brighten the room.
“Shhh, it's fine Eugene”
He scrambled for the covers, pulling them over his body as if he were freezing. “No...no it really isn't”
“Don't be silly, and you should have told me you weren't feeling we-” her sentence drifted off as she cast her eyes down from his flushed panicked face to his hands, holding the covers at the top of his chest. “Eugene what...what's going on?”
“You...don't understand?”
He was still lay down, looking up at her -the strange manic look of panic dissolving into confusion.
“I don't...what's that lump under the covers? Why are you so sweaty and why did you sound in so much pain? You were calling for me...let me get Max to take me into town, I'll get Cassandra, and...and Lance…. they might know what to-do”
She stepped off the ladder leading to his bed and made for the door, still muttering under her breath; and he shouted for her to stop, following her without thinking.
“For the love of God Rapunzel please do not get Cassandra!”
She turned at the sound of his movement, eyes of course first finding his face, but then looking down as his state of complete disarray greeted her. His vest was open, shirt rumpled, belt and trousers hanging open… “What is that?!”
He followed her eyes to his unbuttoned trousers and screeched as he realised that his half limp, interrupted cock was completely exposed; not at all in the proud, triumphant state he wanted to impress her with the first time she’d seen it. He’d imagined their wedding night, or some form of romantic occasion; dimmed lights, lots of flowers, sumptuous silk pajamas that looked as good as they felt...navy, to set off his eyes. Rapunzel of course, would also have been wearing something nice. Not a half lit caravan, a confused girlfriend and a limp cock!
“Oh this is not how I imagined this morning going!” He snapped to himself, red faced with shame and shoving himself back into his pants. Wait…
“What is what?”
“That...thing! Has…” she rushed forwards, dropping to her knees, and he scurried backwards as she came dangerously close to his crotch. “Has it bitten you? Is that what's making you act this way?”
What? Ha...what?
The penny dropped.
“Rapunzel...you have absolutely no idea what I was just doing?”
“No!”
Oh god he felt awful. He felt like he'd defiled her and be hadn't even touched her beyond simple kisses! “Do you know... anything about...the birds and the bees?”
This was a conversation for her parents, not for him!
...her parents...oh if her father ever found out what had happened he’d have his neck!
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Of course I do, Eugene. I'm not an idiot”
He deflated, visibly. “Oh...good”
“This area is particularly well known for its blue crested…”
“Not literal birds! It's…” this was probably more a moment for smooth Flynn Rider. But...this was his blondie. He just had to say it, like ripping off a bandaid. “Sex”
“Sex?”
“Yes! That thing that people enjoy and do to make babies! Sex!” He turned on the spot, gesturing wildly. How did she know how to lasoo a frying pan and play complex chess moves with a frog and not know what sex was? She would be 20 this year! “How do you think babies are created?”
She blushed as things began to slide into place in her mind, snippets of half heard conversations that had never made much sense til now.
“Mother... Gothel always said I was created by a spell involving days of complex magic and an awful lot of honey... but I'm guessing that's not really how it works?”
“No”
So if sex was what made children, and that had something to do with what had just happened… she stepped back. “Were you thinking about making a baby with me Eugene?”
“Something...like that”
“Were you trying to make a baby with me Eugene?”
“NO!”
“Well good…” She pointed, to the very limp, slightly traumatised, and now concealed front of his trousers. “And that is?”
“The male version of what you have”
“So why was it out?”
He hopped up onto his bed, throwing himself back and rubbing his eyes with his hands. She couldn't stop her glances landing back at the front of his trousers. She'd never thought about it before, really...sometimes when he brought her cakes in her room before bed they'd kiss for a while under the stars and she'd feel something down there but hadn't actually considered it til now! She’d just always assumed he had something in his pocket...
“I don't want to talk about this” he groaned.
She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “Okay...okay. I'm sorry Eugene. Obviously that was private and I'm sorry for interrupting. I'll ask Cassandra, okay?”
He sat bolt upright once more. “Nonono do not ask Cassandra!”
“...why?”
He couldn't control the sudden squeaking of his voice. “Because she'll kill me. She will cut it off if she finds out a word of this and I'm rather attached to it! I'll answer all of your questions. Hell, touch the thing if you want to just please accept my apologies that you saw what was happening and please don't tell Cassandra!”
“What is it?”
“A penis”
“And what is it for?”
“You know, you're really reminding me of when we first met. You just need to tie me to a chair and get a frying pan…”
She looked at him, walking towards his bed and hopping up beside him.
“It's for making babies I guess, and going to the toilet...and it's a good point to kick someone in if you're in a fight and you think they might be a guy”
“Hmm...good to know...and what...what were you doing?”
He groaned, wishing more than anything that he hadn't have thought he'd bag himself a quiet hour this morning, whilst everyone was out. “Really?”
“I...get the feeling this is important...that I should know this”
She was right, and he knew it, as mortifying as this entire encounter was. “It feels...good, to touch it. Especially...when I think about you”
She blushed, pulling her feet up under her. “And you were ashamed?”
“Of course I was! That's not something the other party usually witnesses... And they usually know what's going on if they do and there’s a mutual agreement and...and I feel like I've betrayed you, taken advantage”
“But you haven't, Eugene. You didn't know I was even here”
“I know…”
She sighed, looking over at him. She couldn't stop thinking about the way her name had sounded from his lips, the way he'd groaned...she crawled forwards slightly, catching his jaw and bringing him in for a long, gentle kiss; lips working against his til they both pulled away panting.
“And I didn't even have to use the smoulder” he teased, eyebrows waggling enough that she couldn't hold in the laughter that echoed round the small space.
“Will you...show me?”
“The smoulder?”
“No Eugene!” She laughed, kissing him again. “You know”
“I...what?”
She reached down to his waistband gently, running a finger curiously on the button. “Show me? Please?”
He swallowed, and she caught his eyes fasten on the sight of her fingertips so close to him; watched him swallow, hard in his throat. He took a moment to gather himself, before replying. “How did you feel earlier, when you heard, or saw whatever you did see or...hear?”
She was silent for a few moments before answering. “Warm, and a little dazed. Tingly…”
He smirked. “Alright then, I'll show you”
He lay down beside her, lips meeting again as he reached for his fastenings, freeing himself. He was half hard again now; but the feeling of his hand on himself and her lips and tongue against his as he deepened the kiss felt more incredible than he could have ever imagined. She pulled back and he couldn't hold in the sad groan, but she was fascinated by the sight of the skin bunching up around the head then pulling taut as he reached where his trousers rested.
“It feels good?”
He groaned, blindly reaching for her to continue kissing as he nodded.
“Like kissing good?”
“B...better”
Her breath ghosted against his lips and he thrust aimlessly into the air a little as they reconnected, fiercer this time.
“So how does this make a baby?”
“I'm...um…” he collected his thoughts a little, trying not to focus on the soft smell of her soap and more on forming words. “It goes inside the woman...and stuff comes out and that makes a baby”
“That would...go inside me?”
“God Rapunzel” he groaned, feeling the telltale tingle creep down from the base of his spine at the mental image of her words.
“How would it fit?”
“Have you never...have you never tried?”
She laughed. “No! I've never...had the idea to. Would it feel good?”
He stopped, pressing his face into her neck as he gasped for air - he'd been so close and the idea of...fitting had nearly tipped him over.
“It would; probably. I suppose some people don’t like it but I feel like most do”
“Even...even Hookfoot, or Ca”
“Please” he interrupted, chuckling and pressing kisses to the clothed skin of her neck, missing the more open dress she used to wear at the castle. “I do not want to think about any of the aforementioned people doing this. At all”
She went silent for a minute, watching his slowed hand, smiling a little at the feeling of his lips against her chin, her jawline, the bottom of her ear. “Could you…”
She went silent again, and he noted how tense she felt under his arm; how she rubbed her knees together a touch, hand aimless stroking over her own stomach a little. If she was asking what he thought she was asking, he was 80% sure he would need to pack a suitcase and leave for Arendelle to live amongst the snow and ice there - anything to cool off.
“Rapunzel...Would you like me to show you? To...show you where to touch, to...to touch you?”
She continued her abstinence from talking, and he was almost scared he'd completely done the wrong thing until she nodded.
“What do I do?”
He'd died. He'd literally died and gone to heaven.
“Can I, Are you happy for me to move your skirts?”
He slid a hand to her knee at her gentle, shy nod, sliding it upwards towards her thighs. He let his fingers trail there, sliding her onto her back and letting her knees fall open like a flower. God she was beautiful, all toned, slender legs and tough feet and soft skirts. She sighed as his hands ghosted up her inner thighs and he grinned against the soft skin there as his kisses made her giggle.
“Ticklish?”
“A little…”
Her underwear was purple, like the dresses she favoured, and his heart felt like it was going to take a mass exodus from his chest as he glanced up at her enormous green eyes, hooking his fingers into the sides and waiting for her nod to remove them.
Her hair was brown, like when it had been cut, and neat, as soft and sweet smelling as the rest of her. He...wasn't sure she'd appreciate him diving straight in face first though, so pulled back a little, kissing the inside of her knee instead as he parted her folds - smirking as she squeaked at the intrusion.
He was so very relieved to find her wet and wanting. He wasn't sure how he’d react if she’d been...not. If the tingling and warmth was simple embarrassment and shame. She gasped as he found her clit, gently running his thumb over it and watching her eyes widen with shock at the new and overwhelming sensation. He wanted to taste her so badly, but resigned himself to moving back up her body to continue kissing her; tasting her gentle moans instead as he continued teasing her with the side of his thumb, keeping his touch feather light.
How long had it been since he’d been able to pleasure a woman? He’d imagined this, so many times back at the castle as he’d dodged social mistakes and desperately tried to ensure he didn't dampen her reputation. Imagined her lay beneath him, name on her lips as he brought her so much pleasure. And he was good at this, as good as he was at stealing. All the uncertainty of before vanished as he saw her begin to shudder slightly, begin to whisper his name like a mantra - and he’d barely even begun!
“Enjoying yourself there?”
“Oh Eugene, it’s…” her words dissolved into a whimper as he increased his speed, shifting his position til his thumb was replaced by the first two fingers of his hand and she almost screamed at the sudden onslaught.
“Amazing, incredible, life changing?” he supplied, capturing her lips in his own and almost groaning himself as he moved his hips slightly, erection ghosting against the silky skin of her leg. “How do you feel?”
Her breath caught in her throat as she moaned against his lips fervently, head shaking as she hit it back against his pillow. “It...ah!.. feels like it’s...building but I don’t know what to”
“Why don’t I show you?” he chuckled, winking at her and glancing down at her clothed breasts; wishing he’d had the foresight to free them so he could kiss what he imagined were the most beautiful breasts he’d ever see, if the rest of her was any indication. She nodded, and he tangled his tongue in hers once more as he tried to restrain his own thundering arousal. “Do you trust me?”.
She nodded more fiercely, and he switched the tempo, kissing her less hungrily and more tenderly as his hands slid from her clit down to her opening. She glared as his hand left her, as the feeling subsided right from it’s precipice; but broke as two fingers, slender and strong, slid gently into her; crooking upwards as his thumb continued it’s earlier work. It was...incredible, and her eyes suddenly shut so tightly that her freckles wrinkled, mouth open in a wordless gasp as she came; tightening around his fingers like a vice. He swore against her mouth at the tightness there, finding it impossible not to imagine how hot and snug she’d be against him, knowing it would haunt his dreams continually now he’d had a taste.
She gasped, eyes fluttering open to gaze up at him and he knew he was looking at her hungrily for that’s all he could feel, a sheer hunger to have more of...this. They’d opened pandora’s box and he knew he’d be able to think of little more than how they’d get some time alone together, if she’d allow it.
“Eugene” she whispered, sliding a hand down his side and holding him close. “That was incredible. I...didn’t know I could feel like that”
He wanted to make a joke, but couldn’t - found any humour lacking as he kissed her again and again, pressing tightly into her embrace. “I’ll make you feel that good for as long as you’ll let me Rapunzel”
“Can I...make you feel as good too?”
He could only nod, shaking slightly with anticipation as he shifted onto his back and watched her curious hands trail down the slither of exposed flesh on his chest where his shirt had lifted up. His breath caught in his throat as her hand finally touched him, running over his rigid length with more firmness than he’s expected; but then again, when didn’t she tackle everything with single minded determination. He moaned, low in his throat as she closed her fingers around him, mimicking what she’d seen him do earlier.
“It’s...soft”
“I can assure you Blondie” he groaned, arching off the bed as she twisted her hand slightly; sending a shockwave of pleasure down his spine. “It’s not soft”
“No” she giggled, utterly destroying him as she obviously caught his reaction and continued the funny twisting motion, each upstroke bringing him closer and closer to the precipice. “The skin itself is soft, surprisingly so for something so hard!” He scrambled, brain clicking into gear as he gave up continuing this conversation. He could either talk, or try and yank his shirt out of the way before he spent himself onto it. He’d been so close earlier, discovering something in himself as he’d relished in her gaze, and then oh lord, knowing he wasn’t just giving her pleasure but teaching her it! It was a wonder he’d lasted this long!
He came with a shudder, moaning her name and soaking in her responding gasp of pleasure and shock at the sight of it twitching, releasing over his thankfully bare chest; painting his abdomen in the proof of their endeavor.
His name was revery on her lips, shock and arousal and everything inbetween filling her voice as her lips slammed against his, firm and insistent. He slowed things down, feeling almost lazy and dazed in his post-orgasm bliss, basking in the taste of her mouth, her tongue against his own. They seperated, and he couldn't bring himself to move, panting slightly and grimacing at the sensation of cooling cum on his skin. This had been the single most incredible afternoon of the entire trip, of his entire year , but...he had to move. They, had to move, before the others got back and this whole situation became a lot more awkward.
“We can...do this again, can’t we Eugene?”
Her voice was wavering slightly, and he focused on her face, bringing his hand up to tangle in her impossibly long hair. “Of course we can, if you want to”
“I do!”
He didn't bother to try and restrain his flirty, teasing tone. “Eager, aren’t we?”
She slapped his arm, no malice in the action at all. “ Eugene”
“No-one would blame you you know, not with a pleasure god such as I warming their bed! And I have a lot to teach you”
“You...do? There’s more than this?”
“More than? Blondie! Just wait til I show you what I can do with my mouth”
She flushed pink, eyes fixed on his lips, on his smirk, and he was so glad that he made sure to moisturise his lips as many times a day as it took. He didn't want this moment to end; but as he caught the sound of movement outside, he couldn't help but break the smoulder and resign himself to mild panic.
“You...don’t have a handkerchief, do you Blondie?”