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Rapunzel had snuck her way into Eugene’s room again. It was the third time that week alone. Not that he minded. Her presence made the unreasonably large bed feel less lonely and she was always warm and snuggly.
Except they weren’t exactly snuggling this time.
It had been a couple of months since they’d moved into the castle, and their time together had become more and more limited as tutors and dressmakers and whatever else kept her schedule packed tight as they tried to jam 18 years worth of information into their lost princess’s head. And Eugene was kept busy, too. He had to learn Corona’s laws, and study history, and learn manners and how to shake people’s hands, and what a gentleman courting a Princess was not supposed to do. Which, they were currently ignoring those rules.
It was only in the dead of night that Rapunzel could find any uninterrupted attention from Eugene. So what if they lost a bit of sleep from time to time? They were young and spry. And making out was more fun anyways.
Eugene pulled a delightful little moan from Rapunzel’s lips as he dragged his own lips away from hers and down the soft column of her neck to her collarbone. Her fingers wound through his hair as he licked and sucked on her skin, pulling the collar of her silk nightgown down just a bit to gain access to a better spot on her chest to leave his hidden mark.
Things had been growing increasingly hotter between them lately. Eugene was a patient man when it came to Rapunzel, but with the route their makeout sessions were taking, he knew they’d have to have the talk sooner or later. He didn’t know how much, if anything Rapunzel knew about sex. He wasn’t planning on having sex with her anytime soon, of course. She was still learning so much and she needed him to take things slow—even as she wrapped her leg around his torso and twisted, flipping him onto his back and crawling on top of his chest to take control of kissing him. He wouldn’t want her to feel like he was taking advantage of her or something. He just wanted to know her stance on the whole “sex” ordeal.
“Sunshine,” he breathed between a particularly long kiss.
“Hmm?” She hummed into his mouth, going back in for another kiss.
“Do” kiss “you” kiss “know” kiss “what,” he pulled back for a moment, held her shoulders and looked into her eyes, “sex is?”
She froze, her body stilling in his arms. “S-sex?”
There was some recognition in her eyes. But the way she had reacted to the word didn’t seem to be a good sign. Oh, no. I fucked up, Eugene began to panic.
He cleared his throat. “We don’t, it’s fine. Just forget I said anything. Never mind.”
She crawled off of him and sat up, criss-crossing her legs, her nightgown creased and bunched around her thighs. How unladylike. He loved her.
He followed suit and propped himself up onto his elbows. He met her eyes, trying to read her and figure out what was going through her head.
“Why did you ask me about sex?”
She looked… scared? “Blondie, do you know what it is?” He sat all the way up now, leaning against the pillows.
“Well… m-Gothel.” He noticed her mentally hitting herself for almost calling the old witch her mother. He reached forward to rest a hand on her knee. She placed her fingers over his and absentmindedly drew circles over the back of his hand. “Gothel mentioned it a few times. She always said that if I ever left the tower, men would… j-jump me and hurt me by having sex with me. That they would all want to use me in really...really...horrible ways for my hair. She told me that’s all that men want, is sex and then they leave…” she trailed off, looking pain stricken and like she might cry. Eugene’s heart clenched. How he wished he could spit and stomp on the old bat’s grave. But she didn’t have one and she didn’t deserve it either way. He just knew he hated her for locking Rapunzel up and filling her head with nonsense.
“Oh, Rapunzel,” he sighed and wiped away the first tear that fell from her eyes. He brushed her hair back, and scooted closer to her. “Sweetheart, she was so wrong about sex. That’s not what it is at all.”
She met his eyes. “It’s not?”
He shook his head. “Well, not usually anyway.”
“Eugene, you’re confusing me. Why would you bring up sex? Is that what you want?” She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to conceal the slight tremble that overtook her tiny frame.
He frowned. This conversation wasn’t going as well as he had hoped but he prayed he could make it better. He scooped her up and pulled her against his chest, lying back into the pillows and making the scene more intimate. “Do you remember how Gothel was wrong about your period?”
“You mean when you explained that all girls bleed and it doesn’t mean we’ve been naughty?” Her fingers trailed lightly over his chest, toying with the collar of his sleep shirt, and he nodded.
“Mhmm, just like that.”
“Well what is sex then?” She’d stopped trembling which was a good sign.
“Wellll, I won’t lie to you, sweetheart. Gothel was right in that there are bad men who do hurt and use girls for sex. But as long as you keep me around, that will never ever happen. I wouldn’t let anyone lay even a finger on you.” He wasn’t going to keep secrets from her, the topic was a slippery slope but he wanted her to know that he would protect her from the jackasses of the world and that just because he was a man, that didn’t make him one of them.
She nuzzled against his chest. “You make me feel safe, Eugene.”
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Well, I guess I'm doing my job properly then. Would you like to know what sex is really like?” He just wanted to get this convo out of the way so that he wouldn’t have to wait and explain it all later. Best to do it in one sitting.
“Yeah, I’d like to know.”
“Alright well, it might hurt a bit your first time because you’re not used to it, but I’d be very gentle when we eventually do it. Married couples have sex because that’s how you have a baby.” Eugene looked to the ceiling when he said this last part, scared to look at Rapunzel’s face at the mention of kids.
She swallowed thickly. Anxiety clearly making its comeback. Sex was a tough topic to cover.
“But,” he plowed on. “If you want to try it someday, we can do it very carefully as a way to feel good.”
“How does it feel?” She asked. He looked down at her, a bit surprised by the question but also not surprised at all when it came to his ever-curious girlfriend.
“It feels amazing,” he said, very matter of factly. “It feels warm and you kind of get this fuzzy feeling and blur everything else out but the person you’re with.”
“Have you had a lot of sex?” She deserved the truth, but that didn’t make him any less queasy about it.
He grimaced, “I really didn’t care much for other women when I was Flynn Rider. So, sadly, I have slept around quite a bit. But I’ve never actually been in love with anyone I’ve had sex with.”
She took his face into her hands, tracing her thumbs over his cheek. “That doesn’t bother me, Eugene.”
“It doesn’t?”
“Well, did you ever hurt anyone you had sex with?”
“No, never. We always agreed to have sex.”
“Then it doesn’t bother me.”
Wow. How was he so damn lucky??
“You're amazing. I hope you know that.”
“I do,” she grinned, cheekily. “You always remind me. How does sex work exactly? Gothel explained some concepts but they were always vague and, I think meant to scare me.”
He dragged his hand through her hair, feeling sad again at the abuse she’d been put through at Gothel’s hands. “You know I have a penis right?”
“Well, yeah.” She sputtered, unsure if that was supposed to be serious or if she was supposed to laugh. “I don’t know what it looks like, though. Some sort of giant, scary sausage-like appendage is how the visual was explained to me.”
“Well anytime you want to see me naked, you just let me know. I’m very happy to let you explore my body,”
He winked at her.
She laughed this time, before pressing a small kiss to his lips. “You were telling me how sex works, Eugene.”
“Oh right,” he responded. “Well we’ll start out by kissing a lot, just like we were earlier. And then we might start taking our clothes off. Then, I’ll start to kiss all over your body.” He slowed his words down, making his voice breathy and sultry. He lowered his face to be level with hers, running his hands up and down her waist and feeling her arms pucker with gooseflesh. His charms were working.
“Then I’d kiss you between your legs, it’ll feel like nothing you’ve ever experienced. And you’ll be hit with this feeling like fireworks exploding all across your body. Then we might kiss some more. And then eventually, we’ll get to the point where I’d slide my penis into your body. Like I said earlier, it might hurt the first couple of times. It’ll be like a pinching feeling. But that’s only because your vagina isn’t used to having a dick in it. It’ll feel a lot better when your body is adjusted to me.” She held onto every word, intrigued by all of the things and emotions he was describing. He studied her face and the way she took in this new information, she shut her eyes to try and imagine it. He took the opportunity to kiss her neck again.
“You make it sound so nice.” She whispered.
“With you? It will be,” he grinned, dragging his kiss across her jaw. He pulled back again to meet her eyes, “But Rapunzel, since you are a princess, we’re not technically supposed to have sex unless we’re married. It’s some shit about stealing your virtue or something. But I originally asked because I want to know how you feel about it. We absolutely won’t do anything until you’re ready to. I know everything about this is new for you.”
“I really couldn't care less about royal customs,” she laughed. “I don’t see myself marrying anyone but you one day, Eugene. But maybe we could start with some other things before we get to that point.”
“Of course, sunshine. Got anything in mind?”
She dragged him into another deep kiss. “What were you saying earlier about letting me explore your body?”
Oh damn, does she realize how hot she is??
“You want to see me naked?” His eyes snapped to hers as she wound her arms around his neck, burying her fingers into his hair.
“Among other things you mentioned. I’d like to start slow.” Her grin was soft and seductive, he was melting quick.
“Well I’d love to be your teacher,” he sighed as she kissed him again, pulling the weight of his body over on top of hers and winding her legs around his waist, toes playing with the waistline of his pajama pants.
“You’re the best, Eugene.” He closed his mouth over hers, feeling the heat creeping back between their fused lips. He felt her love wash over him, pouring straight into his heart.
“Only because you made me the best, Sunshine.”
And with that, they happily explored and kissed and touched each other’s body until early morning light began to creep its way through the windows.