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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 9, 2011 23:11:28 GMT -5
As he tilted her head up towards his, Rapunzel blinked once, her eyes losing the glazed look to focus in on his, as she shook her head a little to clear it. “I’m sorry,” she said again, more softly, realizing that she had upset him, even if he was doing a nobler job of hiding it than she had.
Her eyes closed as he kissed the top of her head; how was it that he always knew just how to comfort her? How could she believe that only a few months ago, he had been a rogue? It seemed impossible. “I know,” she murmured defeatedly, wrapping her arms around him even more tightly. She smiled in spite of herself. “You wouldn’t,” she whispered happily. She leaned up to kiss him, more deeply than before, pulling back abruptly to say, “I love you, Eugene.”
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 9, 2011 23:20:13 GMT -5
Kissing her back briefly, Eugene smiled fondly at her and gently ran his thumb over her cheek. "Yeah, of course you do," he said flippantly. "What's not to love?" In a more serious tone, he added, "I love you too, Blondie," still running his thumb over her skin.
Of course he did. He hadn't realized it right away with her, but now that he had figured it out, there was no way Eugene would be able to ever doubt his feelings for Rapunzel. Even though she was a princess, she'd picked him out of all the lords and princes she could have. It was enough to make even the great Flynn Rider self-conscious.
"And so long as that frog of yours doesn't chase me off, I'm sticking around for a long time," he added.
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 9, 2011 23:26:52 GMT -5
Rapunzel had to roll her eyes at him, but she didn’t mind too much his vanity and self-importance; after all, it was just good humor, and it was one of the things that made Eugene, Eugene. If he wasn’t who he was, well, she wouldn’t be here, not with him, not with her parents, or any of it. “Nothing,” she replied seriously.
She loved everything about him. The way the pad of his thumb felt against her jaw, the way his lips felt against hers, the way he talked to her in that husky voice, his teasing, the hair that flopped over his eyes… She was perfect. In an imperfect sort of way. But he was just right for her. Who needed a prince when you could have the most wanted man in the kingdom?
“Some scary thief you are, being afraid of an innocent little chameleon,” she teased back, knowing he had been kidding too. “I’ll tell him to take it easy.” Because she wanted him to stick around, too. Not wanting to ruin the moment, she looked into his eyes for a moment, and then she kissed him again, not planning on letting him get away so easily this time.
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 9, 2011 23:33:13 GMT -5
"You better," Eugene managed to say before he was kissing her again. She was getting very good at this kissing thing. Then again, Mrs. Miller always did say that practice makes perfect, and Rapunzel was getting plenty of practice in. Pulling out of the kiss with a smile, he gently tapped her chin.
"I am a very scary thief, for the record," he said with a grin. "I just happen to be very subtle about how scary I can be." Softly holding her as close as he could, Eugene arched a questioning eyebrow. "You feeling better, Blondie?" he asked in concern.
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 9, 2011 23:38:41 GMT -5
Wow, that was good… He had a certain taste and smell to him, like… like leather and promises and stars all at once. She couldn’t really explain it. It was just Eugene, and that was that. He was a great kisser, she thought, not like she had anyone to compare him to, but suddenly he was pulling away gently.
Why did he do that? She pouted a little. “I was scared at first,” she admitted, but at the moment, it seemed like he was afraid of her, for some reason. “Much better,” she answered confidently, smirking a little as she stood on tiptoes to kiss him deeply, pressing him against the nearest bookcase insistently for leverage.
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 9, 2011 23:46:24 GMT -5
Eugene was about to make a comment in response to that when he felt the bookcase against his back. Good grief, this girl was insistent...Not that he could really complain about that. Still...if the king or queen should come in at any point, he was a dead man. That was why he would pull out of the kisses, no matter how wonderful they were. Not just that, but they did still need to breathe after all.
Reluctantly, he pulled away again and rested his forehead against hers, breathing deeply to try and calm himself down somewhat. Not an easy task with Rapunzel still in his arms. It was still a noble effort no matter what. Softly kissing her cheek and breathing in her scent of flowers, paint and silk, Eugene smiled fondly.
"You know, i don't think bookcases were built for thieves to be pushed against them," he teased.
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 9, 2011 23:50:30 GMT -5
At least he didn’t pull away this time until a little later, until enough moments had passed that they had to break the kiss. Rapunzel was satisfied by this, but strangely, she felt like she wanted more; she didn’t know why, but it was more than just the fact that she liked kissing Eugene. It was an odd, fluttery, warm feeling, one she’d only experienced vaguely before, and didn’t know what it meant.
But she wasn’t too worried. She smiled up at him, breathing a bit heavily, wondering why he looked like he was concentrating. “Eugene?” she asked, blinking, tilting her head towards him as he kissed her cheek gently. She giggled. “Well, towers weren’t built to let in thieves, but I guess we aren’t exactly conventional,” she returned. She pressed up against him and wiggled happily. “Do you mean you want to go somewhere else? We could go to my bedroom, no one ever comes in there," she added innocently.
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 9, 2011 23:55:58 GMT -5
Had Eugene been drinking something at that moment, he would have choked at that moment. He still did, sort of, in an odd coughing way. Staring down at Rapunzel as though he was seeing her for the first time. Really...there were times when he forgot just how innocent she could be. That question would have had him sweeping her off her feet in two seconds flat. Now, because it was Rapunzel, he was pausing and thinking about it. Flynn Rider wouldn't do that, but he wasn't Flynn Rider anymore.
"Er..." he cleared his throat a little, painfully aware of how close she was. "I don't know, Blondie. I don't think your parents would be real happy about me being in your room."
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 10, 2011 0:08:20 GMT -5
“Are you okay?” Rapunzel asked, green eyes going wide as it seemed like Eugene was coughing. Oh no, could someone get sick from kissing too much? She had never really tried. Maybe it was something that she should have known. Sometimes she wished she had more experience, but it was true that Eugene was teaching her a lot!
She frowned a little. “But why? We’re alone here; it isn’t any different,” she pointed out. “And besides, it isn’t like they would know or anything, they never come into my room,” she reminded him. Why was he being like this? “Do I not kiss very well?” she wanted to know, brows knitting together.
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 10, 2011 0:16:24 GMT -5
"Oh, no, it's not that, Blondie!" Eugene hastened to reassure her, feeling like a class-A heel at the moment. Her big green eyes staring up at him tended to do that to him. Why oh why couldn't he say no to her? One of these days, it was going to get him killed. Again. "It's just...Well..."
Good God, how did you explain something like this to a girl who'd spent eighteen years in a tower, never really knowing about how life worked? Sighing in exasperation, he shook his head and ran a hand through his head.
"Well it's not really appropriate for us to be alone together," he finally said with a shake of his head. "I mean...I love you, but there are some rules about how we should be acting."
Like the fact that he should never be in her room ever until they were married unless he had a death wish.
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 10, 2011 0:34:40 GMT -5
She stared at him unyieldingly as he fumbled over his words, wondering what it was that he was trying – and apparently failing – to explain to her that she did not yet understand. “Then what is it?” she asked, somewhat more impatiently than was necessary, until he finally answered, though not to a level that was completely satisfying to her.
“Oh,” she said, not sounding entirely convinced. “But… why? What are the rules?” she asked, never ceasing in her curiosity. Weren’t these things that her parents should have explained to her? Had they just assumed she had known? How was she supposed to follow rules if she didn’t even know what they were?
“But we were alone together a lot before and it was fine!” she wheedled, wishing that just because that was true that they could change the rules, but knowing he didn’t have that kind of power. It seemed like even though she was a princess, she didn’t have the power to change these rules ever. She sighed. “I don’t want to get you in trouble…”
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 10, 2011 0:39:10 GMT -5
Great. More questions to answer. She never stopped asking them. As much as he adored Rapunzel, there were times when Eugene wondered how he could stay sane around her. Sighing heavily, he ran his hand through his hair again.
"The rules...Well, they're to make sure that people don't do anything stupid before they get married," he explained with a sigh. "Uh...and...yeah, I know we were, but your parents probably don't approve of that."
They probably thought that he would be a bad influence on the princess. Well, they were a little too late for that, he thought with a slight smile.
"Hey, I've been in trouble before," he said with a breezy laugh. "Trust me, it wouldn't be anything I couldn't get out of, but...I really don't want to make your father upset with me. But...you know I hate saying no to you."
That was the big one. Good grief, the king was an intimidating man.
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 10, 2011 0:43:28 GMT -5
Rapunzel could see that she was beginning to fluster Eugene, and obviously he was a bit frustrated by the situation as well, what with the sighing and the playing with the hair, all signs of anxiety. So she finally relented. She had plenty more questions to ask, but she would save them for later. She didn’t know if she was supposed to ask them of her mother or not, but if Eugene was dancing around them, and, as he said, he’d been in trouble, and he didn’t want to talk about it, maybe that meant it was a bad idea.
“Okay,” she said finally, deciding to trust him. “I wouldn’t want to make Daddy upset with you, either.” She called him Daddy, just because she was still a child in many ways and she took great joy in being able to do so since she never had been able to before, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating, especially to her boyfriend… since that was what he was, right? She smiled at him weakly. “But the doing anything stupid before we get married part…” she added, just for the sake of clarification, “we can do whatever we want after we’re married. Right?”
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 10, 2011 0:49:26 GMT -5
Again, he almost choked. He managed to avoid that very narrowly this time as he nodded dumbly. "Uh...yeah..."
And when had this conversation become a sort of proposal? He'd promised himself he'd ask her to marry him, yeah, but...not yet. Not for a while. She wasn't exactly the marrying kind right now. That and her parents had had so little time with their daughter, so Eugene wasn't about to take her away so soon.
"Why do you ask, Blondie?" he asked a little nervously.
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 10, 2011 0:54:30 GMT -5
She loved it when he called her Blondie; not because she didn’t like her name, but it was specially between him and her, and she knew that whenever he used it, he was being serious with her, and was focused entirely on her, and for that reason, maybe even a little uncomfortable or bashful, which was how Eugene was, even though it wasn’t how Flynn was; but Eugene was the man she’d fallen in love with.
“Because I want to get married,” she said, matter-of-factly. “And I want to do stupid stuff with you. I want to do everything with you,” she clarified, hugging him to her tightly and pulling him away from the bookcase a little more, smiling at him. “Dance with me, Eugene.” It was impromptu moments like these, shared between the two of them, that was all it took for her to know she loved him. It wasn’t anything grand or magical; it was simple, pure, constant, contented.
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