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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 10, 2011 23:15:59 GMT -5
“Oh, Eugene,” Rapunzel sighed, burying her face into his chest happily and breathing in the familiar scent of him that she loved so much. There was only so much playacting she could take before she was truly sincere; she was not capable of being witty, sarcastic, and cynical like Eugene was all of the time, not when he spoke so earnestly.
Her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead. He knew just what to do to make her heart sing for him, and her body hummed with a strange sort of warmth as she went limp in his lap, his body warm and firm against hers, muscular and strong and supportive. She melted in his arms.
She laughed weakly at the frog comment. “I think maybe once or twice.” She raised an eyebrow, thinking of bringing out Pascal; she put her hand in her pocket. “You mean this psycho frog?” she asked, as if threatening to bring him out, just to see what he’d do.
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 10, 2011 23:20:52 GMT -5
For a moment, all Eugene could do was stare blankly at Pascal before he gave Rapunzel a wounded look. "Yes...that psycho frog," he said with a dramatic sigh. "And I swear, he hates me."
Of course, Pascal said nothing. Chameleons don't talk, after all. They just use those long tongues to be as annoying as possible. For a moment, the two met one another's gazes evenly before Eugene turned a pleading look towards Rapunzel.
"Why? Do you enjoy watching me suffer?" he pouted dramatically. "Your frog seems to live under the delusion that I will be a bad influence on you."
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 10, 2011 23:26:40 GMT -5
“Oh, he doesn’t hate you,” Rapunzel sighed, giving him a look as if to say, ‘Are you crazy? It’s just a chameleon.’ She smiled at Pascal, and it almost looked like he smiled back; she knew him very well, after having him as her sole companion for years and years. It was true that Pascal was still a bit suspicious, but he was getting better, she thought.
She put him back into her pocket, not seeing the sad face he made at this prospect, or the ensuing look of fear as he was slightly squished when Rapunzel shifted her weight closer to Eugene, so that she was facing him in the chair, one leg slung carelessly over the arm of the chair, dress slightly hiked up. “Of course I don’t want you to suffer,” she smiled. “But you aren’t a bad influence on me… are you?”
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 10, 2011 23:32:08 GMT -5
Glancing down at the bit of leg that was revealed by the way her dress hiked up a little, Eugene smirked slightly. "Trust me, Blondie, if I was left to my own devices, I would be a very bad influence on you."
It took him a moment to realize that he'd actually said this out loud, but he quickly gave her his most charming grin to show that he was teasing. Not entirely true, but she didn't really need to know that. Resting his hand on top of her leg, he adjusted their position so that she was more comfortably settled against him.
"Probably why your dad and frog don't like me too much."
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 10, 2011 23:38:50 GMT -5
She had already argued this point with him enough for him to know that she would always think that they did like him – or at least that they would, once they got to know him a little better. So she merely smiled and replied, “Then it’s a good thing you’re not left to your own devices.”
Though she didn’t exactly know what that meant, she did know that it was something new and exciting that he hadn’t done yet if it was something that was only done when left to his own devices, and that his hand on her thigh had made her mouth go a little dry. Maybe it wasn’t a good thing. She curled against him, kissing his cheek.
“I don’t think you’re a bad influence,” she mumbled, somewhat sleepily, against his neck. It had been a long day, full of tutors, and now, settled in a plush chair in her hunny’s arms, she realized how tired she was. She tried to stifle a yawn with the back of her hand. Maybe the story reading had made her tired.
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 10, 2011 23:46:44 GMT -5
Smiling a little, both at her assurance that he's not a bad influence and at how comfortable she seems to be, Eugene chuckled as he kissed her temple. He heard and saw her trying to stifle a yawn and gently brushed her hair out of her eyes.
"You tired, Blondie?" he asked quietly, readjusting her in his arms. "'Cause I can carry you to your room if you want." Not to stay of course, but just to tuck her into bed. He wouldn't stay unless there was no way for him to avoid it.
With a soft smile at this thought, he gazed lovingly Rapunzel as he prepared to stand up in case she wanted him to carry her off.
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 10, 2011 23:50:27 GMT -5
“Just… a little…” she mumbled, mostly incoherently as her words were muffled against his shirt, and not very convincingly. She closed her eyes, promising herself that it would just be for a moment, and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.
She didn’t really hear his last words, and sort of just nodded along to them sleepily. Man, he was so comfortable… So warm and strong… She drifted off easily, feeling safe in his arms, knowing that he would never let her go.
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Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Feb 10, 2011 23:58:32 GMT -5
Chuckling a little at this, Eugene adjusted his arms under her so that he could pick her up bridal style. Standing up carefully, he looked down to make sure that Pascal wouldn't be upset by the sudden change in position. Apparently the chameleon was not too upset, as there was no tongue flying out at him. With his arms now full of a sleepy princess, Eugene carried her over to her bedroom.
It took a little adjusting, but he finally managed to open the door and then carried her over to the bed. Placing her on the bed gently, Eugene pulled the blankets up around her and bent down to kiss her forehead before quietly leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
(CLOSED)
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Feb 11, 2011 2:08:29 GMT -5
*melts and lingers on floor in puddle of goop* So kawaii! *slips karma to both*
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