Three's Company {Eugene/Rapunzel/OFC} {3/4}afterandalasiaJanuary 16 2014, 16:09:55 UTC
A/N: Rapunzel says something about lesbian sex not being "real" sex in this part. It's not meant to be offensive, it's just Rapunzel not really getting it. Eugene corrects her.
Rapunzel pointed to herself, then turned to look at the other woman with vague confusion. "I... we... well, no, Eugene, it's not like either of us has a cock." Her huge green eyes looked up at him from under her lashes, and oh hearing that word from her was enough to make his pants start to feel uncomfortable. "We were just having some fun."
The other woman -- did he recognise her? He didn't want to look at her for too long, but he was sure that he'd been introduced to her at some point -- was blushing harder and harder as Rapunzel curled her hands into the front of Eugene's jacket and tugged him towards her. He quickly closed the door behind them, really not wanting anyone else to walk into this particular moment, and turned back to Rapunzel. His hands went automatically to her shoulders, but then he pulled them back quickly before they wandered elsewhere.
"Look, Blondie... Not you," he added quickly, as the woman on the bed frowned, "Rapunzel. I know that you didn't know much about the world before we met, you know, but we went through the whole sex thing." He'd tried really, really hard to explain that in the best way possible. Apparently he'd missed a step. "We kiss, we touch, we..." he waved vaguely towards their genitals. "And you know that thing I do with my tongue?"
She nodded, still smiling.
"That's still sex." Before he lost his nerve in the face of Rapunzel's slowly-fading smile, he continued: "General rule, if there's two people and genitals involved, it's sex."
He couldn't believe he'd just said that.
A look of realisation dawned on Rapunzel's face, and she let go of his jacket as she backed away a step or two. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them and she nibbled on a nail before speaking, not quite quietly enough. "Does that include the thing where I put your cock between my--"
"Yes," said Eugene quickly. Now the blonde woman looked vaguely interested, and he found himself blushing in turn. Not that this was making him any less hard. Rapunzel's thighs were shiny and slightly wet, just the way that he loved to tease her until she grew impatient and threw him onto the bed to ride him hard, and he really had to stop thinking about stuff like that before these pants became impossible.
The lady-in-waiting shifted carefully off the bed and towards the sprawl of clothes on the floor, still holding the sheets to her.
Carefully, Eugene reached out to put his hands on Rapunzel's arms, looking her very firmly in the eyes. "We should talk about this," he said. "You don't... people don't have sex with other people. I mean, people that they aren't in relationships with."
"But you had sex with other women before me," said Rapunzel. There was something playful about her tone as well, a teasing note to go with the questioning one. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it yet.
"Yes..."
"I like the sex." She ran her hands up his front, fingers teasing apart the collar of his shirt to run over his collarbones. "But I love you. There is a difference."
Rapunzel stepped in closer, actually letting one of her legs reach forward and brush against his calf, and while one of her hands kept playing with his neck the other trailed down again and -- oh dear -- tugged at the waistband of his pants.
"One doesn't negate the other."
She reached up on tiptoe and pulled him down at the same time to kiss him. They had spent a long time, early in their relationship, just kissing for hours to learn the shape of each other. These kisses were soft and languid, the sensual ones of lazy mornings when they had nothing but each other to worry about.
"You know," said Eugene vaguely, as Rapunzel paused to lick his neck. "We could talk about this later." Her hand cupped him through his pants. "Later is good."
Rapunzel pointed to herself, then turned to look at the other woman with vague confusion. "I... we... well, no, Eugene, it's not like either of us has a cock." Her huge green eyes looked up at him from under her lashes, and oh hearing that word from her was enough to make his pants start to feel uncomfortable. "We were just having some fun."
The other woman -- did he recognise her? He didn't want to look at her for too long, but he was sure that he'd been introduced to her at some point -- was blushing harder and harder as Rapunzel curled her hands into the front of Eugene's jacket and tugged him towards her. He quickly closed the door behind them, really not wanting anyone else to walk into this particular moment, and turned back to Rapunzel. His hands went automatically to her shoulders, but then he pulled them back quickly before they wandered elsewhere.
"Look, Blondie... Not you," he added quickly, as the woman on the bed frowned, "Rapunzel. I know that you didn't know much about the world before we met, you know, but we went through the whole sex thing." He'd tried really, really hard to explain that in the best way possible. Apparently he'd missed a step. "We kiss, we touch, we..." he waved vaguely towards their genitals. "And you know that thing I do with my tongue?"
She nodded, still smiling.
"That's still sex." Before he lost his nerve in the face of Rapunzel's slowly-fading smile, he continued: "General rule, if there's two people and genitals involved, it's sex."
He couldn't believe he'd just said that.
A look of realisation dawned on Rapunzel's face, and she let go of his jacket as she backed away a step or two. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them and she nibbled on a nail before speaking, not quite quietly enough. "Does that include the thing where I put your cock between my--"
"Yes," said Eugene quickly. Now the blonde woman looked vaguely interested, and he found himself blushing in turn. Not that this was making him any less hard. Rapunzel's thighs were shiny and slightly wet, just the way that he loved to tease her until she grew impatient and threw him onto the bed to ride him hard, and he really had to stop thinking about stuff like that before these pants became impossible.
The lady-in-waiting shifted carefully off the bed and towards the sprawl of clothes on the floor, still holding the sheets to her.
Carefully, Eugene reached out to put his hands on Rapunzel's arms, looking her very firmly in the eyes. "We should talk about this," he said. "You don't... people don't have sex with other people. I mean, people that they aren't in relationships with."
"But you had sex with other women before me," said Rapunzel. There was something playful about her tone as well, a teasing note to go with the questioning one. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it yet.
"Yes..."
"I like the sex." She ran her hands up his front, fingers teasing apart the collar of his shirt to run over his collarbones. "But I love you. There is a difference."
Rapunzel stepped in closer, actually letting one of her legs reach forward and brush against his calf, and while one of her hands kept playing with his neck the other trailed down again and -- oh dear -- tugged at the waistband of his pants.
"One doesn't negate the other."
She reached up on tiptoe and pulled him down at the same time to kiss him. They had spent a long time, early in their relationship, just kissing for hours to learn the shape of each other. These kisses were soft and languid, the sensual ones of lazy mornings when they had nothing but each other to worry about.
"You know," said Eugene vaguely, as Rapunzel paused to lick his neck. "We could talk about this later." Her hand cupped him through his pants. "Later is good."
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