Feel
{prompt #30. Aesthesiogen}
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Eugene looks at his bare feet, not really sure why he let Rapunzel talk him into this.
«Huh, now what?» he asks her, raising an eyebrow, still doubting he will ever understand the purpose of the whole thing.
She turns to look at him, and smiles encouragingly, wriggling her toes in the damp grass.
«Now» she says «just feel»
She closes her eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh, and Eugene is pretty sure he will never completely understand her, no matter how much time they spend together.
And yet, he closes his eyes as well, forcing himself to concentrate on whatever he should be concentrating on, because he is also pretty sure he will never be able to resist her, either.
He feels the blades of grass sprouting between his toes, and the soggy earth beneath his feet, and a many-legged insect crawling up his ankle... And it tickles.
It all tickles, and he really can't see what the point in being tickled by nature is, so he opens his eyes and glances at Rapunzel, hoping to find her staring at him.
But the princess still has her eyes closed, and the expression of complete peace drawn on her face tells him she is really enjoying this moment.
She almost looks dreamy, and Eugene can't help but smile, seeing her like this.
A smile which quickly turns in to a devilish smirk, as soon as a brilliant idea to make this whole "experience" far more interesting pops into his mind.
He doesn't wait a moment longer, and instantly puts his plan into action, inching closer to Rapunzel, carefully trying to be as soundless as possible.
He then stands very still, checking for any sings that she might have registered his movement, but the princess is still so lost in though she probably wouldn't notice him even if he made as much noise as an elephant walking inside a ceramic shop.
He takes another step, and even though Rapunzel now hears him, by the time she opens her eyes it's already too late: he's snatched her by the waist and pulled her against him, causing their bodies to collide.
«Eugene!» she scolds breathlessly, pouting very unconvincingly, as she isn't even trying to wriggle away.
Still smirking, he completely ignores her feeble protest, and leans down, bringing his mouth to her ear.
«I don't know about you, Blondie» he whispers, in such a low voice it makes a shiver run down her spine «But I'm definitely feeling, now»
And Rapunzel has just enough time to lightly shake her head at his still somewhat Flynn-like manners before he captures her lips into a kiss.
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«You know what?»
He runs a hand down her back,
and she settles more comfortably over his chest.
«What?»
«I'm even starting to like grass»
