Indecent
Summary: Rapunzel proposes something that makes Eugene blush.
Warnings: sexy times, language
Notes: G3 for fic Bingo.
Rapunzel pulled him so deep into her kiss that the world blurred around the edges and there was only her and her warmth and her skin and her captivating enthusiasm. She pressed up against him, desperately pulling his hips down against her with a hand clutching the base of his spine. Her shoulders rolled back as he obliged, pushing her deeper into the bed. His fingers dug into her thigh - a long expanse of bare flesh emerging from the mess of blue skirt crumpled around her hips, enticing him to drag her closer, to beg her to hold him tighter. He wanted her to hold him so tight that she would squeeze away all the wanton need and reckless passion bubbling up and building inside him, draining it away until all his taut muscles turned to jelly and he was once more a complete person.
He gathered her close and rolled so her scant weight pressed down on him possessively. She was so enraptured that she didn’t even giggle, only breaking the kiss to gasp when his hand dragged up to caress her breast, teasing her through her corset. Her eyes closed with a whimper, and she arched her back to press deeper into his hand, her head tilting beautifully, drawing him in to lick his way down the column of her throat. She threw her arms around his shoulders, pulling him forward against her so he was propped on one elbow, holding his head in place when he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot just beneath her collarbone. One hand clutched in his hair, fingernails digging into his scalp like she would never let him go.
“Oh... Eugene.”
Her chest strained against her corset with every quickening pant, the sight of which tugged him deeper and closer, whipping him into a frenzy of desire. He sucked harder, pulling at her skin until it burned, soothing it back with broad strokes of his tongue, sucking until he felt he could pull all the bound up tension and desire up from her toes, hitting every little sensitive spot along the way until she melted into a puddle in his arms.
“Ahh…”
He loved all her delicious, little whimpers, all the obvious signs that he was driving her wild. He gripped her tighter as she squirmed helplessly in his lap.
“Please, Eugene… please just… fuck me.”
…
Huh?
His eyes snapped open and he jerked back to stare at her- his Rapunzel- saying things.
“What- You-“
Eyes clouded with lust, she pulled him in for another kiss, not noticing or not caring about his change in attitude. And for a moment as she moaned into his mouth, his thoughts clouded and he let whatever brief determination he had slip away.
But wait. Wait, wait.
Taking her by the shoulders, he pushed her back as much as he could considering how much she was leaning towards him, unwilling to be so far away that their breath didn’t mingle.
He cleared his throat and started again, attempting not to sound as stunned and winded as he was. “Where did you learn that particular phrase?”
The truthfulness and rationality in her response had a certain innocence about it, even as her voice was needy and seductive, even as she looked as if she was going to devour him at any moment.
“From you.”
…Yeah. He’d known that.
Crap.
“Eugene,” she said, a mischievous sparkle lighting in her eyes beneath all the lust, “you’re blushing.”
“No, I’m not. I don’t blush.”
“Yes, you are.” She reached up to cover his cheeks with her hands, a smile blossoming across her face. “You’re blushing!”
His embarrassment that she noticed only made his flush deepen, and he could feel his face grow warmer beneath her hands.
She scooted closer and tilted her head to murmur in his ear and watch his face at the same time as her voice dropped to something low and sultry, that look in her eyes turning downright wicked. “Did I embarrass you?”
Oh God.
“Was I too dirty?”
His fingers twitched into holding her tighter.
It honestly wasn’t too dirty. At all. He’d heard much dirtier things. Just not from Rapunzel. Not from his sweet, innocent little princess, the girl who thought thumb war and salt water taffy and the color yellow were the best things ever. It was just jarringly unexpected.
And it wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about it. He’d thought about it quite a bit, especially considering their recent activities.
He’d thought about what it would be like to take her, how she’d feel, how she’d move.
How she’d beg him to go faster.
His face reached hitherto unknown levels of redness.
Rapunzel beamed, enjoying the effectiveness of her teasing, enjoying the clear, unreserved effect she had on him. But there was something more to the way she watched his face - some catlike hunger, that when paired with her tousled hair and love bit skin made her ridiculously appealing even as he tried to create some distance between them.
And why was he doing that? He was such an idiot. What the hell was wrong with him?
He knew that he ought to jump on her, but apparently all he could do was swallow and stare at her and blush like crazy. It didn’t help that one of her hands was trailing its way lightly over his chest.
She reigned in her excitement enough to put on a pout, bat her eyelashes, and ask, “Was I bad?”
“Would you stop that?!”
She giggled, biting her lower lip as he scowled at her.
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
She nodded, looking for the world as if her birthday had come early.
He rolled his eyes. This was stupid. This wasn’t something worth freaking out over. All he had to do was stop blushing, and he had no idea why he couldn’t manage to do that. He’d never had this problem before.
Yeah, that was a complete and utter lie. He used to blush like this all the damn time when he was-
When he was Eugene Fitzherbert.
…
Well, that was a sobering thought.
His brows furrowed as the color slowly drained from his face.
This time Rapunzel caught his change in mood, and easily shifted her posture into something more comforting and ran a soothing hand through his hair.
“Sorry,” she said, offering him an apologetic little smile that looked a little like a wince.
And then she was back to being cute and sweet, which was something he understood from her. This whole sexy monster thing was going to take some getting used to.
He scoffed settling his hands around her waist. “Nah. I’ll just have to think up a way to get pay back. That’s all.”
He pecked her lips, causing her face to immediately light up again. “You’re going to make me blush?” she asked, kissing him back a bit more forcefully.
“Mm Hmm.”
“How?”
He spoke between kisses, his hands roaming up her sides, making her shudder. “I don’t know… I’ll think of something… Something really good… Any second now… Mmm. It’s going to be awesome… Just wait for it.”
“Eugene?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think you could do that later?”
“No talking now?”
“No talking now.”
“Right. Good plan.” And with that he scooped her up, rolled her over, and cut off her giggle by sealing his lips over hers.
Warnings: sexy times, language
Notes: G3 for fic Bingo.
Rapunzel pulled him so deep into her kiss that the world blurred around the edges and there was only her and her warmth and her skin and her captivating enthusiasm. She pressed up against him, desperately pulling his hips down against her with a hand clutching the base of his spine. Her shoulders rolled back as he obliged, pushing her deeper into the bed. His fingers dug into her thigh - a long expanse of bare flesh emerging from the mess of blue skirt crumpled around her hips, enticing him to drag her closer, to beg her to hold him tighter. He wanted her to hold him so tight that she would squeeze away all the wanton need and reckless passion bubbling up and building inside him, draining it away until all his taut muscles turned to jelly and he was once more a complete person.
He gathered her close and rolled so her scant weight pressed down on him possessively. She was so enraptured that she didn’t even giggle, only breaking the kiss to gasp when his hand dragged up to caress her breast, teasing her through her corset. Her eyes closed with a whimper, and she arched her back to press deeper into his hand, her head tilting beautifully, drawing him in to lick his way down the column of her throat. She threw her arms around his shoulders, pulling him forward against her so he was propped on one elbow, holding his head in place when he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot just beneath her collarbone. One hand clutched in his hair, fingernails digging into his scalp like she would never let him go.
“Oh... Eugene.”
Her chest strained against her corset with every quickening pant, the sight of which tugged him deeper and closer, whipping him into a frenzy of desire. He sucked harder, pulling at her skin until it burned, soothing it back with broad strokes of his tongue, sucking until he felt he could pull all the bound up tension and desire up from her toes, hitting every little sensitive spot along the way until she melted into a puddle in his arms.
“Ahh…”
He loved all her delicious, little whimpers, all the obvious signs that he was driving her wild. He gripped her tighter as she squirmed helplessly in his lap.
“Please, Eugene… please just… fuck me.”
…
Huh?
His eyes snapped open and he jerked back to stare at her- his Rapunzel- saying things.
“What- You-“
Eyes clouded with lust, she pulled him in for another kiss, not noticing or not caring about his change in attitude. And for a moment as she moaned into his mouth, his thoughts clouded and he let whatever brief determination he had slip away.
But wait. Wait, wait.
Taking her by the shoulders, he pushed her back as much as he could considering how much she was leaning towards him, unwilling to be so far away that their breath didn’t mingle.
He cleared his throat and started again, attempting not to sound as stunned and winded as he was. “Where did you learn that particular phrase?”
The truthfulness and rationality in her response had a certain innocence about it, even as her voice was needy and seductive, even as she looked as if she was going to devour him at any moment.
“From you.”
…Yeah. He’d known that.
Crap.
“Eugene,” she said, a mischievous sparkle lighting in her eyes beneath all the lust, “you’re blushing.”
“No, I’m not. I don’t blush.”
“Yes, you are.” She reached up to cover his cheeks with her hands, a smile blossoming across her face. “You’re blushing!”
His embarrassment that she noticed only made his flush deepen, and he could feel his face grow warmer beneath her hands.
She scooted closer and tilted her head to murmur in his ear and watch his face at the same time as her voice dropped to something low and sultry, that look in her eyes turning downright wicked. “Did I embarrass you?”
Oh God.
“Was I too dirty?”
His fingers twitched into holding her tighter.
It honestly wasn’t too dirty. At all. He’d heard much dirtier things. Just not from Rapunzel. Not from his sweet, innocent little princess, the girl who thought thumb war and salt water taffy and the color yellow were the best things ever. It was just jarringly unexpected.
And it wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about it. He’d thought about it quite a bit, especially considering their recent activities.
He’d thought about what it would be like to take her, how she’d feel, how she’d move.
How she’d beg him to go faster.
His face reached hitherto unknown levels of redness.
Rapunzel beamed, enjoying the effectiveness of her teasing, enjoying the clear, unreserved effect she had on him. But there was something more to the way she watched his face - some catlike hunger, that when paired with her tousled hair and love bit skin made her ridiculously appealing even as he tried to create some distance between them.
And why was he doing that? He was such an idiot. What the hell was wrong with him?
He knew that he ought to jump on her, but apparently all he could do was swallow and stare at her and blush like crazy. It didn’t help that one of her hands was trailing its way lightly over his chest.
She reigned in her excitement enough to put on a pout, bat her eyelashes, and ask, “Was I bad?”
“Would you stop that?!”
She giggled, biting her lower lip as he scowled at her.
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
She nodded, looking for the world as if her birthday had come early.
He rolled his eyes. This was stupid. This wasn’t something worth freaking out over. All he had to do was stop blushing, and he had no idea why he couldn’t manage to do that. He’d never had this problem before.
Yeah, that was a complete and utter lie. He used to blush like this all the damn time when he was-
When he was Eugene Fitzherbert.
…
Well, that was a sobering thought.
His brows furrowed as the color slowly drained from his face.
This time Rapunzel caught his change in mood, and easily shifted her posture into something more comforting and ran a soothing hand through his hair.
“Sorry,” she said, offering him an apologetic little smile that looked a little like a wince.
And then she was back to being cute and sweet, which was something he understood from her. This whole sexy monster thing was going to take some getting used to.
He scoffed settling his hands around her waist. “Nah. I’ll just have to think up a way to get pay back. That’s all.”
He pecked her lips, causing her face to immediately light up again. “You’re going to make me blush?” she asked, kissing him back a bit more forcefully.
“Mm Hmm.”
“How?”
He spoke between kisses, his hands roaming up her sides, making her shudder. “I don’t know… I’ll think of something… Something really good… Any second now… Mmm. It’s going to be awesome… Just wait for it.”
“Eugene?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think you could do that later?”
“No talking now?”
“No talking now.”
“Right. Good plan.” And with that he scooped her up, rolled her over, and cut off her giggle by sealing his lips over hers.