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Today was going to go down in history as the first day Rapunzel was actually tired of learning something new.
She loved learning. There were so many new things to learn now that she was outside the tower. So much that she knew she’d never get bored and always be craving more. So much that it was enough to make her head hurt when she thought too hard about just how much she didn’t know.
She’s always desperate to learn, whether it be a new recipe from the cooks in the kitchens, how Cassandra can slice an apple into eight slices with just one swing of her sword, or how Eugene managed to pick-pocket nearly every single guard working the west wing in the afternoons. She even liked learning about things people didn’t like learning about, like laws and history and money and taxes. All of it! If she didn’t know about it or understand the way it worked in and out, she wanted someone to teach her about it.
But not today. Today, Rapunzel does not want to learn. She especially does not want to learn about taxes. She’s been learning about them for the past two weeks. She knows she’s supposed to, and if she doesn’t she’s going to make a fool of herself in the meeting in just a few days. She was required to join in Corona’s yearly tax procedures, both giving and passing back this year. It’s so much to learn, so much math and understanding of the social aspects of it all that it's making her head spin. It was fun at first, but it's so much in such a short amount of time, and a lot of pressure on her shoulders (mostly put on there by herself, of course) that she has to get it right. But she's completely, 100% over it.
And her tutor can tell.
“Am I losing you, your highness?”
Rapunzel’s head snaps up from its place in her hand where she had started floating off into her own mind, imagining anything other than learning taxes and how much she disliked learning about them at this specific moment in time.
She doesn't lie to the woman, though. The overwhelmed princess gives her a look, scrunching up her nose. “It’s just…a lot.” She realizes how it sounds, and her eyes go wide. “It’s not you, though. I promise!”
Thankfully, the kind, old woman understands, laughing sweetly and giving her a sympathetic look. “Oh, dear! Don’t worry about it. I completely understand. This is a lot, and it’s late, and we’ve been working on this all week.”
“And last week,” Rapunzel huffs, sitting back in her chair, and the two share a laugh before going back to it.
Rapunzel tries really hard to focus and give it her full attention. Really, she does! But as the clock drags on, the hour gets later, and her eyes start to blur at the black writing in the books, she’s struggling. And her tutor can see it.
“Tell you what,” the older woman calls out, shutting the book in her hands. “Take a little break. We’re going to do just a little more, but I need our blackboard and it’s down the hall in the sitting room we were in earlier in the week. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Please rest, I won’t be gone long but enough for you to breathe.”
Rapunzel can’t help the sigh of relief that leaves her. Her shoulders drop, and she gives the woman a thankful smile. “Thank you.”
Down the hall, Eugene is heading towards the library himself to check in on Rapunzel when he passes her tutor with a smile and a nod of hello. Oh? If she was leaving the library, was she still in there? Usually Rapunzel was long done by now. And usually he wouldn’t mind. He’d get ready for bed and wait for her. But he’d had a long, hard day, and he really didn’t want to lay down without her. Plus, he simply missed her. So he had hopped out of his uniform and made his way down to where he knew she’d be.
And maybe he would kiss her for a bit, depending on how the situation played out.
With every step, his body aches from a long day of training. He really should go crawl into bed and recover, but the ache in his bones isn’t strong enough to drown out the desire and want he feels for his girl. He hadn’t seen her much lately. THey had both been so busy with their respective jobs,
Eugene heads into the library quietly, the tile creaking under his feet, craning his head around to where she was. Endless shelves, books, places she could be. This place was too damn big; it was easily one of the biggest rooms in the entire castle, almost even rivaling some of the ballrooms. It had been his favorite place to hide out when they’d first arrived and he wasn’t really…the kind of person to attend royal events. He’d always been a reader, and it was easy to forget he was in a castle here.
He hears the flipping of pages and a heavy sigh to his left, so he follows the sound. When rounds the towering bookshelves, she comes into view and he can’t help but smile in relief at just the simple sight of her. Instead of immediately getting her attention, though, he stops and leans against the bookshelf and just….enjoys the view for a second.
She’s off in her own little world, humming to herself as she rests her head in her arms. Her fingers gracefully twirl a pencil around on a piece of paper, doodling abstract lines and circles as she daydreams. Eugene briefly wonders what she’s daydreaming about, something he does quite often. With such a colorful personality on the outside, he couldn’t even begin to imagine the kaleidoscope of colors that was within her own mind. It wasn’t something he’d ever thought of in regards to a person before, but with her, he’s fascinated by it. He’s absolutely in love with it.
Fates, he could watch her all day. She’s so perfect, so soft and kind and gentle and his . Even now, years after he's met her, and all the things they had been through, not to mention the ring she's wearing on her left hand, he still can't believe she's his. That she wants him and wants to marry him and create a family with him and that she’s proud to take his last name. He still wakes up in disbelief, half expecting this all to be some sick twisted dream.
But it wasn’t. Everyday, he woke up in this castle, next to her (and if he didn’t, he went and found her shortly after). She was his, and he was hers, and she was right here in front of him, looking so pretty in the soft candlelight around her.
He clears his throat finally, his voice quiet enough so that he doesn’t startle her. “Hey, pretty girl. Fancy seeing you here.”
Rapunzel looks up towards his voice, her wide smile touching her eyes at the sight of him leaning against the corner of a bookcase, his presence easily calming any nerves she had simmering beneath her skin. Her eyes rake over him and she can’t help the way her breath catches in her throat. He’s changed out of his work uniform and now in a simple shirt and pants. She loves the uniform, but there’s something so attractive about him dressed for relaxation. It made her long for these darn lessons to be over so she could join him in the peace and relaxation, too. So they could be normal for a little while.
He’s also looking at her with that little half smirk he always gives when he’s up to no good, and that makes her want to be done with her studies even more .
“Hi, Eugene,” She breathes his name like a prayer, leaning back in her seat. “Why are you surprised, though? You knew I would be here. We talked about it this morning.”
“Ohhh, that's right,” he smiles, lazily wandering over to her. “Late night tutoring session this evening. And last night, if I remember right. Because someone did not join me in bed until very late..”
“ Sorry ,” Rapunzel smiles apologetically, and then groans, tipping her head back and letting it hang dramatically. “I’ve been so busy outside of this, but on top of everything else, I needed to get the last of these economic lessons in before the big tax meeting this week. My tutor is going to be out of the castle for the rest of the week, so we’re cramming everything into a few day’s time and it……. it really just..…”
While she speaks, Eugene walks closer. Once he’s behind her, he leans over her tipped back head and smiles down at her. He knows she can’t finish the sentence the way she wants to, always the oh-so innocent Princess, so he lends a helping hand because he has no issue with a filthy mouth.
“It sucks? It fucking blows ?”
She laughs up at him. “Yeah, something like that.”
Her laughter flutters out and they’re left gazing at each other in a comfortable, but electric silence. Slowly, he reaches out to trail his thumb down her cheek and across her soft lips, eyes following the path he was creating. Fates, he misses her. He’s missed her all day, in more ways than one. He’d seen her this morning as she snuck away just as the sun started to rise, and in passing at lunch when he had pushed her against a wall and reminded her with his mouth that all this work and long days were worth it as long as they had each other at the end of the day. Plus, ever since that stunt she had pulled in his office a few late nights ago, he wants nothing more than to spend time with her. No matter what it was, he just wanted to be in her presence.
But life and jobs and responsibilities always seem to have different plans for the two of them.
“Where’s your tutor now?” He asks quietly, eyes trained on her lips.
“She went to grab a blackboard.”
He hums quietly, fingers still tracing the soft features of her face. She’s melting beneath his touch, grateful the chair beneath her is strong and sturdy enough to keep her up. His touch does the craziest things to her, no matter how soft and gentle it is. And the sound he lets go, just a soft but alluring hum, as innocent as it may be, has her toes curling against the cold tile beneath her feet.
Rapunzel is not dumb. She can see the fire in his eyes, the way his eyes keep darting between her eyes and her lips. Still, she plays coy. He can't win her over that easily.
At least she tells herself that.
“How’s your day been, Eugene?” Rapunzel’s voice is quiet, absolutely smitten with the man above her, wanting to hear him speak anything at all because she loves his voice so much.
His eyes search hers for a moment while he licks his lips. When he finally speaks, his responding tone is a much darker sound that's matching that desire in his eyes she can see so plainly. It's warm and smooth and sends a shiver all the way down to the tips of her toes. “I’m going to be honest with you, Blondie. The last thing I want to do right now is talk about my day.”
“Well, what would you rather talk about then, Eu gene ?” She whispers playfully, reaching a hand up towards him to cup his cheek in her palm with an innocent smile on her lips. She knows the answer, but she still wants to play along. Teasing him was fun, after all. “The weather? It's pretty nice outside. When I took a walk earlier -”
He cuts her off with a playful, frustrated sigh, leaning down and kissing her softly. His lips are gentle and slow, saying a million more words than he could’ve spoken at that moment, telling her exactly what he would rather do than talk.
The angle is funny, but amazing nonetheless. They were professionals at making whatever position they needed to work when it came to showing affection for each other. Whether it be kissing upside down, or quickly in passing in the hallway, or under a desk while the other was having a conversation with their employees, they made it happen. And lately, Rapunzel was realizing, the riskier it was, the better it was.
No, Rapunzel hadn’t forgotten about that night. Quite the opposite, actually. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. Day or night, breakfast or dinner, sitting by herself or meeting with family or subjects or tutors. She'd mastered the poker face of a composed and complacent Princess, while her thoughts flew away to his office and ontop of his desk. That night had left her thoroughly bewitched and consumed by what it meant to love this man and everything he was, is, and will ever be.
And she wants more.
But nothing like that was going to happen until they were able to find some time. Things were just too busy right now. They barely had any alone time together anymore unless it was well past midnight and the rest of the kingdom was blissfully unaware and asleep. They were lucky to get the time they did in his office the other night. There was no way they could get away with anything like that here. That was out of the question!
Still, that didn't mean she can’t spend a few moments now enjoying his kiss. They were engaged, after all. It's not like being caught kissing her fiancé would be taboo! It was expected, especially when your fiancé was Eugene Fitzherbet. His lips would help her push through the rest of the evening and the rest of her studies. And if kissing her was what he wanted, who was she to deny him?
Just a little kiss; a few seconds of comfortable bliss. The simple movement of a jaw and soft lips against each other. The drag of the tip of a tongue, leaving a damp trail in its wake. Teetering on the edge, a tease, a give and take. It was just a kiss. One of their special kisses.
After all, a little kissing never hurt anybody.
Eugene, though, wants more than just a kiss. Just a little more. He’s a terrible influence to her, he knows. But he wants to push their luck a little bit, as a bad influence should. He had a reputation to uphold, after all! He pulls her chair back enough so he can help her to her feet, never breaking the meeting of their mouths, kissing her the entire way through, until he’s ready for her to move and pulls away just a hair.
“Get up.” The gentle demand murmured against her lips. The tone of his voice sends a shiver down her spine. Rapunzel knows they’re playing with fire. She should tell him no, and that she won’t be long, and that her tutor could come back at any moment. To be patient and go wait for her in her room, and then he could ask her to do whatever his heart desired.
But fates , when he asks her like that, she’d do anything he asked. In public or private. Behind closed doors or right out in the open. Even if it went up in flames, caused rumors or scandalized her reputation. She didn’t care . All reasonable thought flutters away into nothing, and all she wants is him.
She’s out of her chair and facing him quickly, and he wastes no time pulling her mouth back to his with a groan of approval because now he can really kiss her. He can hold her and touch her and feel every tremble of her body against his own. And she had listened to him, and that made him all the more needy, completely and irresponsibly oblivious to the surroundings and dangerous situation they were putting themselves in.
None of it matters, not when it comes to her. He wants her. He wants her, and it’s obvious, and he doesn’t want to hide it. It wasn’t the main reason he had come to see her, no. Of course not, and that was the beauty of their relationship. But it had been in the back of his mind. Eugene wanted to assess the situation and decide what all he could get away with. After what had happened in his office a few nights ago, he wants more. He had told her that night that he promised they’d have more time together, and promises were sacred between them. He just had to get a little creative.
And Eugene Fitzherbert likes a challenge.
Rapunzel whimpers pathetically against his mouth, grabbing his shirt and pulling him as close as she can as she kisses him back, telling him without words that he wants him just as much as he wants her; thanking him for coming here and bringing color into her otherwise dull, colorless evening. His hands move lower, passionately groping at whatever handful of her he can get, and she whispers his name in return.
“We’ve got to be careful,” she warns with a shaky voice, but she's all bark and no bite, making no moves to stop her hands from mimicking his own.
“I’m just kissing you,” he says nonchalantly, moving his lips across her cheek and down her neck. “Can’t a guy just kiss his fiance? It’s not like we all have ulterior motives when we visit our significant other at work .”
He pulls back to shoot her a knowing smirk, and she can feel her cheeks growing warm at the memories of his office and desk and the things both of their hands were doing….
“ I’m not at work right now.” She’s pulling him back to her mouth, giving into the memories and the feelings they are invoking and throwing caution to the wind, and she swears she can feel him rolling his eyes at her comment. She pulls his shirt as she makes moves to a row of shorter shelves to their left. They move themselves quickly, stumbling all the way over, trying to pay attention to where they were going but also not being able to stop kissing each other for very long. They were like teenagers in love; sloppy, passionate, and desperate in all the best ways. Making time for each other, even if it wasn’t the smartest decision at that moment. Risking danger for just one more second of each other.
Being together was always worth the risk in their eyes, no matter what.
Rapunzel stops suddenly when her hips press up against the bookshelf, and Eugene is already reaching behind and moving the books she has laying out of the way. Their movements frantic, lips meeting again and again, trying hard to get as much time together as possible before they hear her tutor come back. She’s briefly frustrated that he's completely ruined the setup of her studies, but then he's biting her lip and to hell with anything that wasn't his mouth on hers.
He grabs her hips and hoists her up onto the shelf, grateful this one is only up to the height of his waist. He’s able to nestle himself between her thighs perfectly, which has her responding with a grind of her own against him.
“Somebody’s needy this evening,” Rapuzel groans quietly, hands on his shoulders while his hips push against hers. His body shudders with a laugh while his hands are pulling at the laces at the top of her bodice. The breathless princess cocks her head to the side and raises her eyebrows. “Mr. Fitzherbert, what are you doing?”
“I told you,” he murmurs, loosening it just enough so that it can slip off her shoulders, exposing her bare chest to him. The warmth of the room, the fireplace not too far away, brushes against her skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat when he leans down to taste any part of her he could get his mouth on. “I’m just kissing you.”
She whimpers his name into the air, hands tugging at his hair, making quick glances around the room to make sure nobody was peeking in or overhearing the Princess and Captain of the Guard all but stepping all over her precious virtue that society cared so much about. They had the lateness of the hour on their side, but the fact that her tutor would be back at any moment working strongly against them.
“Like when you were just kissing me the other night,” Eugene murmurs teasingly against her skin before pulling back to look at her. He lets out a low whistle, licks his lips, and his eyes look her up and down. “You look good like that, princess.”
“ Naked in public ?” She raises an eyebrow, laughing breathlessly, her chest heaving as she tried to catch the breath he had so selfishly stolen from her.
“You are not naked,” he counters, then smirks after a moment before he hums thoughtfully. His fingers start to play with the laces at the bottom of her bodice, and his voice turns serious as he meets her gaze with his own darker one. “Want to be?”
“ Eugene - “
There’s a bang from the front of the room, indicating the front door had been opened. They both freeze. They were out of time.
“ So sorry for the delay, Your Highness. I couldn’t get into the classroom!”
Eugene smirks, wiggling his eyebrows as he straightens the collar she has grabbed and messed up. His voice was a lot louder than it should've been at this moment. “Glad I didn’t get you naked.”
“Eugene, quiet !”
They flash each other playful smiles as they try and make it look like he wasn't about to fuck her right here among her economics lesson.
He does his part to help by pulling her sleeves back up over her shoulders. His hands are fumbling and she’s giggling quietly and he can’t help but grab her and kiss her one more time because fuck , he loves her so much and her laughter is the sweetest sound he's ever heard.
“That’s alright!” Rapunzel called out, shooting Eugene a worried look as she tried to fix her frazzled hair so she didn’t look like she just had his hands in it. He helps her off the shelf and they both glance around to find a place to hide him. “I was just…daydreaming!”
Eugene stifles a laugh at her lie and she shoots him back a glare that could be considered dangerous in any other circumstance. Their eyes meet, his dart down and back up, and then the grin on his face is absolutely wicked. Rapunzel registers what he's thinking, and shakes her head. No, they couldn't do this again. Especially now that the roles were reversed! She positively couldn't take it. She's opening her mouth to object, but Eugene kisses her quickly and smiles against her lips.
“Well, how the tables have turned-”
“ Behave !” She whispers in return, realizing that this is happening and pushing him down on the shoulder to hurry him up because her tutor is coming around the corner and into view. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself mentally for what is most likely coming.
She wants to believe Eugene will listen. She wants to believe he will sit down against the shelf, grab a book, and keep himself occupied until they’re alone in the room again.
But the look on his face as he lowers to the ground tells her that he is not going to behave.
“So, so sorry, dear.” The short woman comes around the corner, dragging a small blackboard about her height behind her. Her face is red and she’s out of breath and Rapunzel’s heart smiles. Miss Middlebury is one of her favorite tutors, and she’s seen multiple tutors since she’d started her studies. She’s an older, kind soul, with big eyes and even bigger glasses perched on her nose. Sometimes she tells Rapunzel the same stories twice, or forgets what page they were on. But that never bothers Rapunzel. She loves the older woman.
Miss Middlebury was also one of the only tutors that even tried to understand Rapunzel and work along beside her, rather than against her. The others were very rigid and stuck by the book. Miss Middlebury let Rapunzel loosen the reins a bit, and she can think of many instances where they’d both happily been off topic about plants or baking or art or whatever gossip the older woman had heard from down in the city square that morning. And while her current studies on economics were not normally taught by Miss Middlebury, Rapunzel had requested her help with them before the meetings at the end of the week. If it weren’t for her, Rapunzel wouldn’t have been able to have the focus or been in the correct headspace to get this all done.
Granted, that was when Eugene wasn’t added into the equation.
“That’s alright!” Rapunzel calls out happily, fixing the books that Eugene had so rudely pushed out of the way. She had them set up a certain way, going back and forth between these and the ones she had sat on her desk to her right. She was grateful that Miss Middlebury didn't scold her for her messiness and scatterbrained workspace. She supported the princess, however her brain happened to work things out. The amount of information was excessive, so she was glad to have room to spread it all out at this small line of shelves.
Well, grateful for those reasons and for something for her pesky, sneaky fiance to hide behind. The same fiance that seemed to be toying with the bottom of her dress, one hand tracing lazy lines up and down her bare calf. Alternating between the gentle dragging of fingertips and light scratches from the tips of his nails. The stark difference between the two sensations has a shiver going up her spine, but Rapunzel ignores it best she can, instead focusing on finding the page where she had left off in the book now in front of her.
You are not gonna win this fight, Fitzherbert, she thinks proudly and albeit a bit smugly.
“I think I understand the conversion rates used to decide on totals,” she calls out a moment later after finding her place, looking up at Miss Middlebury as she starts to drag chalk against the board to list out the things she needs to study the most. Rapunzel realizes quickly what the woman is doing, and has to stop herself from voicing her displeasure out loud. Quizzing. She'd seen her do this before. She was going to test her, and while it was a bit overwhelming, it did help to see it all in front of her face. They usually did this in an actual room, not the library, and had a much bigger board, or even two. Things were crammed and crowded, but Rapunzel was up for the challenge.
As the princess carries on a conversation with her tutor, Eugene’s hand continues to roam along the skin below her knee. His back and head rest against the shelf behind him while he gazes up at her from below with a warm smile that makes his entire body feel fuzzy in a way only she can. He starts to realize just how unique of an opportunity he has put himself in. He gets to just sit and watch while she studies and learns. He gets to watch the way her eyes light up when she gets the answer correct, and the way her chest swells with pride when her tutor praises her. It’s the little moments like this, the tiny bursts of color in an otherwise dull and colorless evening that show her absolutely thriving out in a world and life she never thought she’d get to live that made his heart so full . She was so smart, so beautiful and perfect, and he got to call her his. All his . And with a swell of pride bubbling in his chest when he sees the flash of gold on her finger, he remembers the best part: she would be his forever.
Sitting there, he’s also realizing that the shoe was on the other foot now. (Well, hypothetically. She doesn’t wear shoes.) He’s the one who has to stay hidden now from prying eyes, and the one who was told to behave. Which should be easy and completely doable. He remembers how much he hoped she would have behaved, and how difficult it had been when she hadn’t. So he really understood the necessity of behaving as she requested.
But he also remembers how amazing it was, and how the thrill of having to keep a straight face while she played between his thighs only made it better than he could’ve ever imagined. And he had been successful in keeping himself composed. If he could, she could. Right? She was way more composed and presentable than he was.
His thoughts turn dirty and he looks up at her with dark eyes now, licking his lips. Eugene liked to play with fire. He knows Rapunzel is easily flammable when it comes to the things he does to her, and he was ready to light a match.
He glances around at his surroundings, seeing just what he could get away with. The shelf easily went up to her chest, effectively hiding any movement below that could be noticed. He swayed the fabric of her dress, testing how much the movement affected the skirt, and was pleased to see that it took quite a lot to make any noticeable movement on the heavy fabric. Looking to his left, and to his right, he could see no areas that her tutor would need to visit. In all honesty, they were in a perfect position for this specific situation Eugene was about to put the two of them in.
Rapunzel’s attention is pulled when she notices Eugene’s tugging and swaying at her dress, and when Miss Middlebury’s back is turned to her, she shifts her gaze down to him, raising an eyebrow.
“What?” She mouths the word more than anything.
“Nothing.” He mouths back with a smirk, his hand wrapping gently around her ankle. She raises an eyebrow, not convinced. He’s a bad liar, and she knows it, and he couldn't give a damn.
“ Behave. ” Rapunzel whispers this time, reaching down to press her finger tip against his nose with a smile. “I love you.”
Rapunzel wants to believe he will, but she also remembers what happened last time he told her to behave.
She hadn’t. At all .
And when she feels Eugene shift himself over, lifting her foot over his thigh as he scoots himself so he's situated between her legs, she realizes with an excited rush of heat that he’s not going to, either.
She feels his rough palms around her calves when he gets comfortable, his touch light but still leaving her skin burning hot. He’s not playing fair, but who was she to judge? It’s not like she didn’t have this coming. She knew eventually Eugene would get back at her for the little stunt she pulled in his office. Heck, she had been praying to whoever would listen that he would ! He moves his hands up, fingers dragging against the sensitive skin behind her knee and her toes curl at the contact. So simple, yet so effective when it comes to driving her crazy. He knows all the spots before she does, and she loves that.
Still, she needs to focus. She’s got a tutor here and the things they are discussing are frighteningly important. She needed to keep her focus on the books in front of her, and try to ignore Eugene’s touch as best as she could. Rapunzel always enjoyed a little bit of a challenge, after all. But she was strong, and she was pretty sure she could do this easily. It would be a piece of cake! Really, how distracting could a touch be, anyway?
Eugene, on the other hand, can feel the way his touch is affecting her, no matter how hard she tries to hide it. He’s moving forward with caution, though, taking his time, assessing every movement and step he takes with her. After all, they absolutely could not get caught. He needs to test her slowly and see where her hard lines are. Could she focus through his hands? Fingertips? His lips ? His moves had to stay calculated.
He can feel the way she shivers when his fingertips drag along the back of her knee. Rapunzel was a fan of sensations, that much was clear to him, and the skin on that spot was extra sensitive. While her bottom half reacts to him, hidden easily behind the chest-high bookshelf, her upper half remains steady and focused on her work. He leans his head back against the books, looking up at her with a smirk of approval on his lips.
Good girl.
Eugene’s hands move further up, moving entirely based on touch and memory since they’re under her skirt. He reaches as far as he can, filling his palms with the back of her thighs. While he loved all of her, these were one of his favorite parts of her. Whether they were wrapped around his hips or wrapped around his head, being between her thighs was absolute, sensual heaven.
And just the thought of that has him gripping her skin hard, leaning forward and pressing his lips roughly against her thigh. He hates that he can’t feel her soft skin against his mouth, instead being met with the rough fabric of her long skirt. He feels her bare feet curl against the sides of his legs and he can’t help himself anymore. He's over the barriers between them and any and all shreds of clear judgment he has left are long gone. Releasing her thighs from his palms, he’s grabbing the bottom of her skirt and throwing it over his head.
Rapunzel’s already a mess by this point, focusing hard on whatever nonsense Mrs. Middlebury is talking about. As much as she wants to think about equations and laws and taxes (because she really does need to learn these things!) The only thing she can think of is the man on the ground before her’s hands on her thighs.
Despite that, she’s keeping her witt's about her! Oh, how she wishes she could hear his praises, because she knows he’d be so proud of her. As good as his touch had felt, she never falters, and even though her mind is a whirlwind of desire and heat, her focus and outside demeanor stay strong. She even refrains from biting her lip, instead focusing all her tension down to the curl of her bare feet against the side of his leg. There wasn’t much she could do, but she knew if she showed him in little quiet ways of how she was feeling, she’d wind him even tighter as well.
Just when she thinks she has the upper hand, and thinks that this may be easier than she thought originally, there he goes beneath her skirt and she has to bite at her tongue to keep herself from whimpering. She doesn't know what he has planned, no. But she does know he’s not just there to hang out. Her body shivers in anticipation, desperate for him to make her feel good and excited for the increasingly difficult challenge of staying quiet ahead.
Rapunzel continues her conversation with her tutor, but Eugene quickly tunes it out. He’s surrounded by fabric that’s muffling any other sounds but Rapunzel’s voice, and even then, the dress is thick and she’s quiet in his ears. He’s surrounded by that unique and sunshiney scent she has, amplified by his positioning under her dress. The light around him is dim and he’s only able to make out the shape of her thighs, but that’s not a problem. He doesn’t need to see. All he needs is taste and touch, and his mouth is ready for the job.
No, not just ready. It’s desperate for the job; absolutely watering at the simple thought of what lay ahead.
Eugene leans forward and finally feels bare skin against his lips and it’s so amazing that he has to hold back a pleased groan. He feels her skin twitch against his touch and he wishes so badly he could watch her face while he was doing this. He wants to see the way she’s holding back; the way that she's trying to hide what she’s feeling between her legs. Something about knowing that that’s what she’s doing turns him on so much more, and he can't stop his lips from traveling north.
“....and if they ask about...oh….uhm, Your Highness?”
Rapunzel’s gaze breaks its place on the floor, snapping out of the trance his lips were putting in. Sure, she was able to keep the pleasure off her face, but apparently she was still looking as if she was focused on something else. Oops . She clears her throat and looks down at her book with flushed cheeks.
“Oh! I’m so sorry. I was thinking about, uh, depreciation methods.” She flips through her book, trying to find the pages that Miss Middlebury was currently on, trying to stay focused and convincing. “They are kind of confusing, but I think I figured out a way to make sense of them.”
Rapunzel swears she can feel him smiling against her skin, leaving her hyper aware of how high up on her thigh his lips were now.
Of course he finds this funny. Pull yourself together, Rapunzel! You guys cannot get caught.
“No issues, dear! I was just making sure you were doing alright. You looked very lost in thought.”
Ha! Yeah. Lost in thought. Not lost in my fiance who's hiding under my dress at the moment, and his mouth moving extremely close to places he really shouldn’t be in everyone else's eyes…
“Yeah, just,” Rapunzel takes a deep breath and smiles up at the woman. “Lots to take in.”
The kind woman looks at her with soft eyes. “We’re almost at a good place to stop. Let’s power through this an overview and call it a night, shall we?”
Eugene’s ears perked up. They were almost done? Good . He was ready to have her all to himself. He was ready to be able to see and hear her reaction to the things he was doing to her. He hated having to share her with everyone sometimes, as selfish as it sounded. He just wanted to spend some alone time with his fiancé. Was that so bad?
On the other hand, he was having fun, and he decides he’s going to make her work for that release they both desperately wanted. He was going to make her earn it, make himself earn it, and they both were going to thoroughly enjoy it.
He brushes light fingertips across the thin fabric of her panties, feeling her shiver and spreading her thighs in response. She’s so wet for him already, and he despises the fabric barrier keeping his finger from where he desperately wants it to be. Dragging the digit back and forth, his touch featherlight, winding her tighter, he keeps an ear towards the conversation between the princess and her tutor while his mind forms a wicked plan; a test of self control for his sweet, smart girl.
The plan was simple enough. Her tutor would ask her a question, and if she gets it right, Eugene rewards her. She doesn’t know of this plan, of course, but she’d catch on quickly. He knows she adored being correct, taking pride in the knowledge she had gathered. She was so damn smart.
He hooks his fingers in the fabric at her hips and pulls them down slowly, making sure to drag his nails along her skin just enough to leave goosebumps in their wake. Her tutor is talking to her about something he has no idea about and he can hear Rapunzel agreeing with her. Her voice sounds shaky to him but that’s only because he knows her. He can hear every shift and subtle change, every shake and tremble. To Miss Middlebury, though, she sounds normal. Tired, if anything. She agrees to a verbal pop quiz with confidence, all the while lifting her feet when she feels the fabric around her ankles so he can remove her panties completely and shove them in his pocket. She can have those back later.
He shifts back, putting a hand on the sides of her thighs, gazing up between her legs. It’s dark, but he’s not worried. He would know his way around her with his eyes closed, especially down here.
And the thought of him being the only man that ever does has him burning hotter.
He kisses up her thigh silently and the closer he gets to her, the more dizzy he’s getting. Her taste, her scent, her warmth, all working together to draw him in like a magnet. He breathes her in, squeezes her skin in his hands, silently asking her to open herself to him. And when she does, so smart and in sync with him, his mouth is on her and he has to try extremely hard not to groan out in pleasure at the feel of her against his mouth.
Once. Twice. Again and again, very slowly, he drags his tongue back and forth across her sex. She's positively soaked for him, and that only has him pushing his mouth against her harder. The silence, the need to be secretive right now is killing him, because all he wants to do is tell her how much he loves it. But since he can’t say it, he shows it, tongue tracing sensitive, trembling skin. Buried under her skirt, between her thighs, he’s able to really focus on it. Focus on the way she tastes against him, how soft and warm each inch of her is. He’s memorizing her in every intimate way possible, familiarizing his tongue with every inch of wet skin, every piece of her that makes her unique. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth…
The game, Eugene. Remember the game.
As much as he hates to do it, he’s gotta pull away. If he doesn’t, he’s going to get lost in her, push her too far, and get both of them caught. In this moment, it's the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, though. She’s so open and inviting, her scent heady and strong and making him dizzy. Maybe one more taste. Just one more because she's just so addicting…
He feels her deflate and breathe, probably grateful for the break, and he can’t help but lean forward to press a quick, chaste kiss to her sensitive nub. A promise that he will be back, and that he wasn’t done with her just yet.
He bides his time as her tutor asks the first question, nuzzling his nose into her soft thigh, leaving gentle kisses here and there to remind her that his mouth was down here as she contemplates her answer.
As if she needed any reminder.
The only thing she really needs to remember right now is how to breathe .
She almost feels guilty for what she did beneath his desk the other evening because she was now getting a taste of the same torture and it was intense . The two of them had done a lot together when it came to intimacy, but this…..this was pushing her to the edge in all sorts of amazing, exhilarating ways.
She’s grateful when he pulls away because she’s able to focus on her breathing again and looking normal to the old woman before her. She tries really hard to focus on the words she’s speaking, and not on the kisses he’s leaving against her thigh…
Focus, Rapunzel. Focus . Remember what you learned.
After a little mental back and forth, Rapunzel gives an answer, and her tutor smiles. “Correct. Good!”
And then his tongue is on her again. Heat rises to her cheeks and she has to turn her away briefly so her eyes rolling back in her head isn’t noticeable. Her nails dig into the wood of the shelf before her and her toes curl. But, just like before, it ends too quickly, and he’s pulling back again, letting her calm down. Ohhh , now she understands the game he’s playing. He’s helping her study, rewarding her with more than just words.
He’s so good to her.
Miss Middlebury asks the next question, and it continues. Over and over, question after question, Rapunzel musters up every ounce of knowledge she can, answering almost every single one correctly. Each and every rewarding swipe of his tongue is more urgent than the last. His fingers are gripping at her thighs, her hips, over the swell of her ass. He’s grabbing like he can’t get enough and she can feel him in the way he tastes her that he’s gone. So gone for her, and only getting more and more desperate. While his ministrations are short, he laps and squeezes at her with such a fire and edge that by the time Miss Middlebury calls the evening, Rapunzel’s vision is nearly blurred with his stimulation. Her legs shake and she can feel her own desire dripping down between her thighs.
What little Eugene hadn’t taken for himself already, that is.
“Good, my girl. I definitely think you are ready. You get the jist of it. The rest will fall into place. Just remember your studies and you’ll do just fine,” the woman says to Rapunzel as she loads her arms with various materials. Any other time, Rapunzel would flush pleasantly at the praise she was receiving. She’d find confidence in it, store it away so she can remember it when she needs it most.
But right now, all she can focus on are the butterflies in her stomach because she knows that she’s finally done studying, and Miss Middlebury will be leaving shortly, and Rapunzel will finally be alone with the man between her thighs and -
“Care to walk with me?” Rapunzel is pulled back to the present, eyes meeting her tutor’s.
“Oh, uhm, not tonight. I’m going to do a little more reading to settle down. Plus, I’ve got to clean all this up,” she waves her hand to the books before her and answers as nonchalantly as she can, trying to show that she means every single word of the lies her lips are spilling.
Not tonight, Miss Middlebury. I’m more focused on the way that Eugene’s going to feel when he bends me over this desk as soon as you walk out that door. The way he’s going to look at me and feel moving inside me. The way his hands are going to grip my hips like he always does. The things he’s going to say to me…
“Thank you, though,” Rapunzel smiles. “For everything. I’ll try my best.”
The woman smiles at her, a genuine smile, no idea what was happening before her the entire time they worked. Rapunzel’s body warmed almost in embarrassment at how inappropriate she was being! She was proud that she managed, though. At least, she thinks she did.
“Have a good night dear,” the woman says with a smile and a wave, making her way towards the door. Rapunzel is counting each step like a countdown. Five. Four. Three. Two…
And beneath her dress, Eugene is doing the same. Every second passes slowly as he listens for the footsteps to disappear and the large wooden door to the library to shut, the cement indication that they were finally alone. This all had him in such a blinding lust that as soon as the coast was clear, she was his . All he wanted was her. He wanted to possess her, to hold her properly and fill his hands with every curve and bump on her body. He wanted to reward her for doing so well, for staying so quiet and innocent in the eyes of her tutor while he was losing himself in the heaven between her thighs. She was so incredible, so naughty and the opposite of innocent, and she was his. His, his, his .
The room fills with a loud thunk and click, indicating that the door had been closed and that it was only the two of them once again.
Before he can even move, she’s pulling her skirt up so she can see him. Her skin is flushed and there’s fire in those green eyes of hers. Her chest is heaving in a way she hadn’t been allowing it to, as if she had been holding her breath ever since he laid his hands on her.
“You did not behave,” her breath is a ragged whisper, and she’s grabbing at his collar and tugging him to his feet.
“I never said I would,” he murmurs against her lips, wasting no time in kissing her. He wants her to taste herself on his lips, to know it was him that made her feel that way and to know it was her taste he craved on his tongue the most. His hands grip her possessively, holding her extra tight against his body, thrumming and running hot with desire.
She’s whimpering into his mouth, the taste of the two of them driving her into his same level of delirium. Oh, this sneaking around thing was exhilarating . She knew that he’d never push her to a spot where they could genuinely be caught, but even so, the thought of being so….. wrong was so arousing to her! Especially when it was with Eugene.
She loves when Eugene discovers her kinks with her. She loves that he knows her body almost better than she does; knows what it's capable of and what it craves the most. She trusts him so much and knows he would never hurt her or push her into something she didn’t want or wasn’t ready for. Instead, he was always next to her, holding her hand and supporting her while she discovered new forms of intimacy together with him. Previous nights of just the two of them alone in her room filter through her mind, nights where he guided her to heights of pleasure she never thought possible. So good to her. He was so damn good to her .
She wonders if all couples feel this way, or if she was just lucky enough to have the most amazing man in the world to call all her own. Of course, everyone probably thought that about their significant other. But something inside her told her that what she had with Eugene? There was nothing better than it. And she was inclined to believe it.
While Rapunzel was feeling as hot as he was, hers was a simple flame compared to the forest fire raging inside his body, as far as Eugene was concerned. The slow simmer brewing in his stomach while they had to keep quiet was now boiling over, morphing itself into rough lips and possessive hands. He wants her. He wants her in every single way possible, and he doesn’t want to wait anymore. He doesn't want to share her with the world or wait around for them to have their time with her. He wants her with him. Nobody else.
“Let’s go back to your room,” she pulls away, looking into his eyes with love and lust and everything in between. “I’m done studying. I think I got it all. I want to -”
Eugene shakes his head, convinced that if they waste time going to his room, he’s going to melt into the floor. As pathetic as it sounds, he cannot wait that long. Within his lust filled brain, it's literally incomprehensible .
“Oh, no. You’re coming with me ,” his voice is low, and he's tugging her towards the back, and she can’t help but smile, because deep down, she’s feeling the same way, and there’s always something fantastic about all of this when Eugene decides to be in charge. Even better, he’s not pulling her out of the library, but instead even further in . Never one to turn her nose at a new experience, the thought of being intimate with him in one of her favorite places in the world is…..
Well, let’s just say she was probably getting a lot closer to that forest fire’s worth of desire and lust that was fueling him on.
The back of the library is lined with shelf after shelf, aisle after aisle of every book money could buy. The further back they go, the louder he knows they can be. Granted, that doesn’t mean she can scream his name to the heavens. But row after row of thick books do aid in noise cancellation. And it gives them plenty of good places to hide, in case they may need one.
He pulls her down a distant row towards the back, shelves of books towering on either side of them. They don’t make it far before she’s tugging him close and he’s pushing her up against dusty told books that probably haven’t been opened in ages. Rapunzel lets out a playful yelp when her back hits the books, and he wastes no time at all fumbling at her dress to pull the top back down to where he had it before they had been interrupted in the first place.
The chilly air of the room hits her exposed skin and she gasps pleasantly. All she can do is lay her head back against the shelf, giving herself to him in full for whatever naughty plans he has for the two of them. He's calling the shots, he's taking the lead, and her body thrums in desire and anticipation.
Eugene carries on quickly, his mouth moving hastily down her chest until he reaches the peak of one of her exposed breasts. His lips pull at her nipple rougher than normal, causing her to cry out in sensual bliss. And the sound only spurs him on, desperate to make her feel good and desperate for her to continue making those sounds. Knowing she could finally voice it after having to keep it in and rewarding her for doing so well and being quiet when it mattered the most.
But when then, she couldn’t voice it too loud.
“ Quiet , sunshine,” he murmurs against her skin a few moments later. Her chest is heaving and her hands are in his hair and she wants nothing more than for him to continue. To continue pleasing her. To continue commanding her. To continue surprising her and loving her and being all hers. “We’re in a library. There are rules here.”
Rapunzel whimpers at his request, his mouth on her skin, his everything winding her tighter and tighter. She wants to be loud. She wants to scream . And while his words were telling her to be quiet, his actions were begging her to be loud. He was teasing and taunting her and she knew it. She knew it and she loved it. But how was she supposed to stay quiet when he was pushing her on like this?
“It’s hard to be quiet,” she manages in a whisper, eyes trained on him as he pulls back a bit to fumble with the button on his pants. His eyes are locked on hers, just as hard. Fates, she looks good, leaning back against the shelf, chest exposed and heaving and skin flushed red with heat. Knowing that he was the cause of that just added fuel to the fire of desire in his stomach. Eugene takes his time, though, enjoying the view. Enjoying the way that he’s got her all flustered, just like she had had him the other night. The hypothetical shoe was on the other foot, and they both knew it.
“I know it is, sweetheart,” he murmurs gently, rubbing his chin and looking her over with a dark gaze. “I know it’s hard to stay quiet when someone is actively doing things that make you want to be loud, isn’t it?”
“Eugene...” She knows why he’s teasing her. She knows he’s dishing out what she had given to him a few nights ago and she’s loving every single second of it. If she wasn’t, all she’d have to do is ask him to stop, and he’d drop the act and cuddle her close. But, as she found out the other night, there was something absolutely thrilling about giving into his control and letting him take the lead in this dance they danced so often.
The way she murmurs his name sends a shiver down his spine. He leans forward again, pressing his lips to her neck, kissing his way slowly up along her jaw, keeping his voice low enough for just her to hear.
“It’s so hard to stay quiet when someone’s using their mouth against you, isn’t it, Rapunzel?”
Rapunzel whimpers again, confident she’s going to melt into a puddle if he continues on the path he’s on. He’s so focused on keeping her quiet, keeping the upper hand between the two of them, and keeping her so far into her own desire that she’s delirious.
Even so, the clever Princess was still clear and level headed enough to pull back a bit, pulling her skin away from his attentive mouth with a smirk. “You’re very focused on me keeping quiet, huh?”
Her delicate hands reach forward for the buttons of his trousers, nimble fingers making quick work of loosening them enough to where she can push them down. Her eyes never leave his, and she can see the way his strong, dominant will is starting to falter and crack, all because of the way her hands are moving. Rapunzel knows how she can easily break past his walls and melt him into a puddle. It was one of the things she loved the most about her fiance. It made her feel beautiful. It made her feel strong. It made her feel like she could take on the entire world by being able to bring someone like Eugene to his knees.
Still, he keeps a brave voice. “I’m just making sure, Princess, that you understand that there are rules here to follow, and that I know first hand how difficult it can be to keep quiet.”
Rapunzel drops slowly to her knees, fingers hooked in his pants and pulling down as she goes, her gaze keeping with his. She stops his clothes at his thighs, just enough to get what she needs without leaving him completely naked and vulnerable. “Eugene, you know I struggle with being quiet. I can’t help it.”
“I know ,” his voice falters and cracks as she wraps a warm hand around the base of his cock, now free and aching for her. It used to take a lot more to get a reaction like this out of him. That was before he met her, though. The girl that knew his soul. The woman whose body was made to fit with his and his alone. He was absolute putty in her strong hands, and all she had to do was bat those pretty eyes of hers. After that? He was a goner.
“ Blondie ,” the nickname falls off his lips in a mere whisper and his hand automatically reaches out to tangle itself in the hair at the back of her head. Eugene swallows hard, trying to gain any of his self control she had stolen from him back to speak a coherent sentence to her.
“Yes, Eugene?” Rapunzel’s hand moves slowly and lazily along his cock while she waits for a response, taking note of every twitch of his skin in her hands at her touch. Although, she doesn’t wait, instead answering for him. “Oh! I have an idea.”
Eugene stays quiet, letting her take the lead. She leans forward, leaving a soft, chaste kiss to one of her favorite parts of his body, the tip gleaming with his apparent arousal. She hums at the taste, looking up once more. “I think I owe you a thank you for doing so well and keeping quiet while I was studying.”
The innocent princess’s tongue flicks against his sensitive tip again, swirling around softly, paying extra attention to the spots that she knows get to him especially well. Eugene’s fingers tighten in her hair and he drops his head back briefly, closing his eyes and focusing on every brush of her warm tongue.
“And guess what else?” Rapunzel smiles a wicked smile against his skin, pressing one more kiss to his tip before humming thoughtfully. His head falls forward at that, eyes opening back up and meeting her gaze again.
“What?” Eugene is breathless.
“I can’t be loud if my mouth is full.”
She takes him into her mouth fully and his responding groan is absolutely pathetic . One hand reaches for the base of her skull while the other grips the shelf in front of them. It feels so good and his head is spinning fast enough to make even standing up straight difficult.
He gazes down at her, his breath heavy, his hand moving from its place in her hair to brush against her cheeks, down her jaw, tracing that pretty mouth of hers. That mouth he loves to kiss and make smile and laugh. The one he loves to hear his name dripping from, the only girl in the entire world that breathed it in such an intimate way.
“That does seem to keep you quiet, huh?” He smirks, trying to keep his head about him because her mouth feels ridiculously good, and he had plans, and he wasn't going to let her completely derail them with pretty eyes and a warm mouth. “I’m gonna keep this little fact in my back pocket for future reference.”
She simply nods, getting lost in the absolute pleasure that was him being in her mouth. She vaguely remembers when Eugene explained this type of activity to her and she just could not figure out what about that would be attractive. That is, until she tried it for herself. And with his guiding hand, and gentle praises, she’d found her rhythm and hadn’t lost it since. She craves him in this way constantly now. Day. Night. Sometimes she can't think straight until the hunger she has for his taste is sated and subdued.
And Eugene didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
“You look so good,” he breathes, gripping a little tighter, hips pushing forward just a little more. She doesn't miss a beat, though, taking him so well, like she always did.
And he doesn't miss it, either. “There you go. Good girl, Princess. Just like that.”
Rapunzel’s caving on her knees before him, eyes rolling back and trembling at every word he speaks. He can't stop the praises from falling from his lips now. He knows what it does to her, and his mind is a jumbled, lustful mess now and he has no control over the words he's saying.
“You look so good like that, my pretty girl. On your knees with my cock in your mouth.” He runs a hand through her hair, tugging softly. “You're doing so good, just like you always do.”
Rapunzel is a mess beneath his skillful hands, thrusting hips and drenching words, desperate to agree with him, to scream his name and beg for him to just fuck her already, but she can't . Every word he mutters, every syllable and breathy praise winds her tighter. Her toes curl and her hips grind against nothing. All the lust centers in her head and she sucks harder, desperate to find any purchase, desperate to find any satisfaction to the burning need inside her. Desperate to please him, to thank him, to be everything he needed and wanted.
And then he calls her pretty, and he's hitting the back of her throat, speaking dirty words and he's praising her and fuck ! She can't do it anymore. She's losing it, losing her sanity, losing her grip on reality, wanting everything to be him. Him, him, him.
She pulls away, quickly replacing her mouth with a quick and desperate hand, her movements sloppy and quick. “Eugene, I can’t -”
Eugene cuts off her desperate plea, taking her face in his hands and pulling her to her feet so he can kiss her. So he can kiss the mouth that he loved so much; the softest, sweetest, dirtiest pair of lips he’d ever known. She whimpers into his mouth, taking his collar into her fists and pulling him as tight as she can against her. She cannot get him close enough. She wants him inside her. Now. Now, now, now . It didn’t matter that they were in the library where anybody could walk in at any time. It didn’t matter that he had distracted her from her studies with nimble fingers and a velvet tongue, silently hidden beneath her long skirt behind the safe coverage of books. None of it mattered. All that mattered was her, and him, and this aching need between the two of them that had been building since he had knelt behind that shelf when her tutor came in.
Eugene reluctantly pulls away from her kiss, never ever wanting to stop but the desperation to feel her wrapped around him ultimately winning out, especially after the little stunt she pulled on her knees a second ago. He puts his lips to her ear and his breath is hot. “ Turn around .”
Rapunzel’s heart drops to her feet, heat pools between her thighs, and she wonders how Eugene always manages to turn her on even more than she ever thought possible in times like this. Quickly following his request, she turns her back to him and shivers in anticipation as she gazes at the spines of the books in front of her nose. She has no idea what he has planned, but she loves it already. Surrounded by the comforting smell of old worn books, standing in the gentle light of one of her favorite places and enveloped in the arms and love of her favorite person, she knows this will be special. Eugene will make it special, he always does. But the rest of it makes it even better.
“I love you.” She can't help the breathy declaration from leaving her lips. It's the only sensible thing she can think to say, to convey how happy she is in this moment.
Eugene’s heart swells, moved by the way she breathes her love for him in such a heated, desperate moment. Pressing his entire body against hers, he hums in absolute pleasure at the way she squirms against him, pinned between the shelf and his body.
“I love you so fucking much ,” he responds, lips pressed against her neck, alternating between kisses and nips at her delicate skin. Some little part of his brain tells him to take it just easy enough not to leave a mark. Not visibly, anyway.
She giggles at his desperate declaration of love against her neck, and he smiles in response to the sound. Fates, he loves this girl. He wants to tell her over and over again until his voice is hoarse. Even then, it wouldn’t be enough to convey the sheer amount of love he had for her.
Rapunzel leans her head back so it can rest along his shoulder and can kiss his cheek. “So. What’s your plan here, Captain? Are we picking out a book or something?”
He hums innocently, reaching down to grab her leg and guide it up. “Foot up on the shelf. No, next one. Yeah, there you go, Blondie.”
“Like this?” She giggles between shivers, her voice quiet, following his request and looking for validation that she was doing it just right. The position left her open, hips bare beneath her heavy skirt, and she wonders where the fabric she was wearing earlier went. “Where’s my underwear -”
“In my pocket,” he cuts her off, kissing her cheek quickly, pressing his hips up against hers to make sure the angle would be just right. Perfect . “You don’t need them.”
Eugene nuzzles his nose against the side of her neck with a soft, happy hum. “Hey, is this ok? Comfortable? Let me know if it isn’t.”
Oh , Eugene . Even when he’s being naughty and rough and intense, beneath it all he’s still the sweetest, most thoughtful man she’s ever met. How incredibly lucky she is to call him hers. She sighs happily, leaning back into him in a backwards type of hug. “Yes, Eugene. It's fine, I’m good. Wonderful, even.”
Wonderful wasn’t enough to cover it, but it was good enough for him, his shoulders relaxing and body melting and molding into her own. Her hands hold tight to the shelves she’s pressed up against, fingers reaching out to trace against the worn spines of the books that probably hadn’t been touched in ages. Her gaze traveled to his hand at the leg hitched up, starting at her calf and working its way up, leaving shivers in its wake.
She blissfully breathes his name to the heavens above, leaning her head back against his shoulder and closing her eyes.
“Do you trust me?” His hand drags the hem of her dress up her bent leg, nails leaving gentle scratches as they move.
“ Always , Eugene.” She always would.
“Do you want me?” His fingers slip the last few inches between her thighs and he can already feel the answer to his question, but he wants to hear it all the same. He always wants to hear her speak validation into the way he makes her feel.
“ Yes, ” His desperate princess groans at his words and the added stimulation of his touch, grinding her hips against his hand in sloppy desperation. She grabs the rest of her skirts, pulling them up and letting them bunch up and pool forward so he can be exactly where she desperately needs him to be. “ Please . Eugene, please -”
“Please what, Rapunzel?”
He's making her work for it, and she's delirious with need. And, in the best way possible, she isn’t sure just how much more she can take. “Eug eeene. ..You know what I want…!”
“Say it.” He reaches down, taking himself in his hand and teasing her dripping entrance. So close . They're so close to finally, finally giving into that mind numbing desire they've both been working towards. She just has to tell him. He wants to hear the words fall from her lips. “Tell me what you want. I'll give you anything. Just say the word.”
She feels him along the most sensitive part of her, so close to giving her what she’s wordlessly begging for, and she can’t help the volume in which her statement leaves her, giving him what he asked her for. “Eugene, take me! Fuck me! Whatever you want to call it, just do it! Now, please, now -!”
Eugene can’t help the groan that tumbles off his tongue, even though he really shouldn’t be encouraging that type of volume. In any other situation, he’d welcome it. He’d be the one begging for her to continue; pushing to see just how loud he can make her cry out his name. His free hand reaches up to cover her mouth while the other steadies himself as he finally pushes into her waiting warmth and wetness and it’s bliss. Absolute fucking bliss .
“Mmmm, you've got to be quiet , sunshine,” he groans in her ear while she’s whimpering again and again against the palm of his hand, grateful to finally get what she was begging him for. She loves when he makes her beg, but she was getting desperate. Thankfully, Eugene knew her enough to know just how much was enough when it came to what she liked. He was so wonderful to her. “Remember, we’re in a library. If we can't follow the rules, then I'll just have to stop.”
We’re also not married, and in public doing completely inappropriate things. Those are also not rules we want to be caught breaking.
This is the complete opposite of what Rapunzel wants, and she whimpers a desperate no behind his palm as she shoves her hips back against his to make sure he does not stop. If she still had her long hair, she would've wrapped it around the two of them so he physically couldn't not be inside her. She wanted him to stay so badly , she'd do anything to keep him there. Eugene can't help but chuckle into her shoulder. When Rapunzel wanted something, she made sure she got it. And he'd give her anything she asked for. Anything at all.
Eugene moves in and out of her with no sense of urgency, enjoying the way she feels as he moves inch by slow, trembling inch. The angle is different, and once he knows she can keep quiet without the need of his hand over her mouth, he finds himself reaching down to hold her thigh just a little bit higher so he can get just a little bit deeper. She responds in earnest, squeezing her body tight around him, fingers and toes digging into the worn wood she’s using to hold herself up.
They've made love a lot of times, and they've plain out fucked just as many. But this...this might be in Rapunzel’s top five because it was amazing . He has her in the palm of his hand in every way possible and she wants nothing more than to do whatever he asks of her. He feels so good moving in and out of her from the angle he was at, a new and different take on one of their more favorite positions. His hands are rough yet gentle, and his words are dirty and loving and sweet in their own special way. It could not get any better than this; than being with Eugene. While she'd never experienced this with anyone else in her life, she knew. She knew this was the best, in every single possible way. How she got this lucky, she'd never know. All she did know was she was never going to take it for granted. Ever.
She throws her head back against his shoulder and sighs in bliss, focusing on every one of her senses and the way that Eugene was heightening them to their fullest potential. The way his touch on her gripped thigh felt, fingers squeezing in time with the movement of his hips and the taste of his kiss lingering on her lips. The height of the bookshelf as she stared up towards the ceiling and the smell of sex mingled with the comforting smell of old books and stories. And, her favorite at the moment, the way he was panting into her ear with every thrust of his hips. The way it sounded, sending a shiver all the way to the tips of her bare toes. She knows he loves the sounds she makes during sex, but his? His were an entirely different ball game. His grunts and groans, so raw and real , drive her absolutely insane.
“ I love you .” She can’t say it enough. She closes her eyes and allows herself to feel everything he’s giving her. Every single sense consumed by him and the things he was doing to her body and mind and soul.
She can feel Eugene’s smirk against her neck, lips sucking gently with a pleased hum. “I love you, too. And I’m so proud of you, you know that?”
Proud of her? For what? She opens her eyes to him and her words are shaky. “Why? What did I do?”
“For how smart and incredible you are,” he answers, kissing lazily at the skin of her exposed shoulder. “I loved getting to just sit there and watch you show off how smart you are. You’re absolutely incredible.”
His words, despite the low, breathy tone they were whispered in, were so soft and sweet and made her heart skip. There was something so special and magical when he praised her like that; when he acknowledged her knowledge and determination.
“It helped knowing that getting the questions correct was frightfully important,” Rapunzel laughs breathlessly, nuzzling against his cheek as he steadily moves in her.
He wiggled his brows. “I’m glad you caught onto that quickly.”
“It was pretty obvious, thankfully. I’d love to study like that more often.”
“I’d love to be your tutor. Not sure your current one would appreciate it, though.” He pressed his lips against hers for a moment, humming at the way she felt wrapped around him as he moved in and out, slow enough to continue their conversation, but still enough to keep them moving. “Seriously, though. You’re ridiculously smart. I’ve never really gotten to sit and watch you while you study like that yet.”
She couldn’t help but giggle. “But you weren’t watching. You were under my dress, Mr. Fitzherbert. And your mouth was -”
“Busy, hm?” He cuts her off, lips against her ear, the mood shifting and morphing into something more desperate, his hips slowing to harder, slower thrusts that have her eyes rolling back in her head. “Busy mouth, but open ears, princess. I had to make sure you were able to handle it.”
“I did handle it.”
“You did ,” Eugene’s voice was going to cause her to lose it if he wasn’t careful. He sounded so good. She always loved his voice when they were like this, but the things he was saying, coupled with the low tone he spoke them in were going to drive her absolutely mad. His praise was like a drug to her at any given time. But when he praised her for anything at all during sex?
Rapunzel’s crumbling against his hips and he knows it.
“ So well, too. Nobody would even be able to tell what was happening under your skirt. But….it was hard though, right?” He reaches up to tilt her chin towards him so he can gaze into her eyes while he fucks her. “It’s hard trying to concentrate on your work when someone’s mouth is driving you crazy, isn’t it?”
She nods, her gaze never leaving his own.
His eyes are dark and his hips speed up. Just knowing she had experienced that amazing feeling he had before and he was the one to make her feel that way was making him even needier. “Did you like it?”
“Yes!” She whimpers when he starts moving harder in her and she can feel everything building much faster now. “Yes, Eugene, yes .”
“ Show me.”
She cries out louder than she should’ve and waits for his palm to cover her mouth again, but he never does. Instead, he holds onto her hips tighter, chasing their mingled, desperate ending. There is no castle, no rules or customs to follow. It was just the two of them, and he wanted to hear it all.
“Show me how much you liked it, Sunshine,” his voice is tight. “I love you so much, Rapunzel. Please show me.”
His begging and pleading and words of love are enough to send her careening off the steep hill he had dragged her up ever since he had hid behind that bookshelf, crying out his name over and over again as she gets lost in everything that he was, pulsing around his cock in time with the beating of her heart. And he’s not far behind, wrapping his arms tightly around her as he cums with her, whispering sweet declarations of love into her ear as they both fall together into a panting, moaning, sweaty mess of limbs.
Her legs shake and she’s not sure she can stand up much longer. Eugene senses this, thankfully, and slowly guides them down to the ground, keeping his hold on her tight from behind and nuzzling into her neck, leaving gentle, slow kisses. He can feel her racing pulse under his lips, hear her ragged breath and the way her body shakes with aftershocks of her orgasm. It’s beautiful. All of it. Knowing that it was him she came undone for was so much more to him than sexual gratification. She was a masterpiece, sculpted and carved by his steady, weathered, experienced hands and guided words.
She leans back against him with a deep breath, the last of her pleasure fading into the desire to be close and warm and with him. She closes her eyes and works on calming her breathing, focusing on the gentle, calming way he was still touching her.
“I think we’re even now.” Rapunzel says a few moments later, opening her eyes and turning to look at him. He’s smiling back at her, a boyish grin laced with something more sincere and intimate. When he looked at her like that, she felt like she could take on an entire army.
“I think so too,” Eugene chuckles, kissing her cheek, snuggling her close. His body feels heavy and he doesn’t want to move, and she seems to share the same feeling. She curls in his arms, throwing both legs over his own, cradled against him like she was in his office chair that night that felt like forever ago. “But, I would not complain if we continued to try and even the score.”
She giggles against his neck, snuggling in and sighing contently. They sat in peaceful silence, enjoying each others company and the afterglow of sex as the lateness of the hour weighed down on them. She doesn’t say anything, enjoying everything too much to want it to end, until he starts yawning. It's long and slow and it makes her smile.
“Long day, huh?”
“You could say that,” he responds quietly, leaning his head against her own and keeping his eyes closed. “Been busy.”
“Me, too. I wish we could not be busy for a little bit.”
Eugene hates the sadness in her voice. He wants nothing more than to make it go away, to be the man he should be for her and stand up for both her and their relationship. But he knows, even with his new job title, he can still only do so much. Being Princess trumped a lot of things in their lives, as much as they wished it didn’t.
“Maybe after you’re done with the meetings at the end of the week, we can put our foot down and demand a break.” He says it as a question, but speaks it as a definite. He’s not going to ask, he’s going to demand. After everything the two of them had been through the past few months, they deserved a break. No, she deserved it. And he was going to make damn sure she got it. “I know I said before I was going to make sure we got more alone time together and I haven’t done what I promised I would.”
Rapunzel sighs gently, reaching up to brush her fingers against the skin of his cheek. “Oh, Eugene. None of this is your fault. Please don’t think it is.”
“It is, though. I’m your fiance, I’m supposed to make sure -“
She takes his face in her palms and turns it so he’s looking right at her. “Stop, Eugene. Stop it right now. Yes, you’re my fiance. But we aren’t the world’s most conventional couple. Not everything works for us.”
Eugene sighs at that, letting his eyes fall and his shoulders slump.
“But…” She whispers, pushing his chin up so he looks at her again. She wants that sad look in his eyes gone. “We make it work. Look at tonight. I didn’t think I’d get to spend time with you, and we did. Was it the most conventional? Absolutely not. But we were together, and we had fun. At least, I did. Did you?”
He nods with a soft smile. “I did.”
She leans forward and presses a soft kiss to his mouth. “That’s all that matters. Right now is just a weird time for us both. But we’re tough. We’re making it work, and making really fun memories in the meantime.”
She was right. He knew she was right; she always was. Sometimes he just had a hard time seeing it until she calmed him down and made him focus on it.
“I know, Blondie.”
“Try not to put so much pressure on yourself, Eugene.”
He sighs. “I just want to make sure I’m doing the right thing. The things a fiance should be doing.”
“There’s nothing you have to be doing to be my fiance, silly,” her voice is so soft and sweet, and he knows she means every single word she says. “We’re learning together how this works. It’s not like either of us have done this before…”
Her words trail off as he gives her a sheepish smile and they both remember some of his more….. questionable past decisions when it came to old relationships.
But she laughs that away with a wave of her hand. “Okay, true. But that doesn’t count. You know what I mean.”
“I do, I do,” Eugene laughs, pressing a kiss to her temple before helping her to her feet. They’re both still a little wobbly. Rapunzel stretches her fingers to the ceiling, welcoming the satisfying pop of her spine. She takes his hand, leading him back towards the front of the library, their pace calm and slow as opposed to when they had journeyed back there.
“Will you help me clean up my books?”
“Absolutely.”
They clean up in silence, and neither of them can help but smile at the location of their latest sneaky activity when their eyes travel to the chest-high shelf.
But then it brings a question back to Rapunzel’s mind, one he never answered earlier, and one that should’ve been easily the most simple question asked in this room in the last hour.
“Hey, Eugene?”
He looks up from where he’s collecting her books. “Yeah, Sunshine?”
She raises a brow and puts a hand on her hip. “Where’s my underwear?”