AN: Same title as the episode. Very different premise…
Our featured songs for today are Mirrors by PVRIS and Mother's Daughter by Miley Cyrus. Also, huge shout-out to my girl Kelsey for suggesting this fun prompt!
Enjoy!
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall… who's the fairest of them all?
"You know, Eugene… I was thinking about something earlier today."
Eugene – diverting his preoccupied attention from the intriguingly-paced book in his lap – catches the curiously-mischievous look in his fiancé's emerald eyes.
Rapunzel, looking pretty as ever in a dress of deep green and her sparkling crown perched on the top of her now-brunette head (she's brunette again, and Eugene won't admit out loud how happy he is about that), unfolds her hands in her own lap when Eugene's full attention is presumed.
Taking pause from the alternate reality filling up the space in his head, Eugene prepares himself for some in-depth explanation of art history or something she'd learned about in her lessons on taxes, maybe. Boring as these topics seem to him, Eugene loves to hear Rapunzel talk, especially when she's endearingly excited about something that should be completely monotonous. That being said, it usually doesn't matter much to Eugene what she might want to talk about, just that she wants to do it with him.
His book was just starting to get really good, though.
"What's that, Sunshine?"
"Our lives have been quite…" Rapunzel leans forward in her seat and curls her hands behind a thick layer of skirts, tapping her fingers against the wooden underside of the carriage bench and staring up at the ceiling as though the right word she's searching for might fall to her bare feet. "Domesticated as of late."
Confused, Eugene snaps the riveting novel shut and leans slightly forward in his own seat, setting the book down on the plush bench beside him; a book which he'd started last night before bed and had been hard-pressed to finish within twenty-four hours, which is exactly why he'd brought it along with him on their two-hour journey into the Coronan countryside this afternoon.
"You say that like it's a bad thing, sweetheart." Eugene comments skeptically, a life of simple domesticity with her after a life primarily on the run being the one thing that he's craved for months - for years - now.
And with the engagement ring now perfectly placed on her finger, Eugene had assumed that Rapunzel had felt the same way. That she'd finally felt ready for that, too.
Rapunzel would never truly settle down. Of course not. It would be incredibly naïve to believe as much. She's too much of a free-spirit, and Eugene would never expect his princess to give that part of herself up, because he loves that part of her. But they were on the same page now, weren't they, that the desire for adventures far from home had been sedated, at least for a few years?
They've been through so much recently… the dramatic nature of their lives had finally come to a head, a halting stop. Wasn't that supposed to be a good thing?
"Oh, no. Not really. It's not a bad thing, per say, just... " Rapunzel shrugs nonchalantly while fixing the lacey edge on one of her capped sleeves, sighing dramatically before placing one hand on each thigh and leaning across the small carriage as if to beacon Eugene in for a secret. "I'm just afraid that things might get a little… boring between us, is all. That we'll fall into our busy, structured lives and get caught up in the hamster wheel of it all."
Raising a suspicious eyebrow, Eugene leans all the way back into his seat, if only to see if she'll follow and continue to playfully lean forward like that.
"Boring?" Eugene chokes out a laugh, looking around the carriage and wondering if this is some kind of practical joke (she is much better at pranking him these days than she used to be), convinced that he's missed the punchline entirely. "With you? You're worried that our lives might get boring… with you?"
Rapunzel only shrugs again, leaning forward a bit further in her own seat and placing her elbows on knees hidden by layers of heavy, fancy skirts; skirts far too thick for the newly-arrived, summertime heat. Rapunzel rests her delicate chin in open palms and waits for Eugene to say more, it seems, as she looks up at him so sweetly through her lashes. The soft smile on her face, Eugene can't deny, is every kind of endearing.
And yet... yet, there is pure mischief gleaming in those big, green eyes as they stare back at Eugene from across the carriage, as though they were daring him to go on.
Rapunzel soon breaks the tenuous, momentary silence, leaning forward just a little bit closer to him, bad intentions written all over her face.
"What's that supposed to mean, Captain?" Though her words may sound patronizing from the objective perspective, Rapunzel giggles heartily at Eugene's baffled response to her strange conversation starter. "Our lives will never get boring with me? As if I'm the only one here who gets themselves into crazy shenanigans."
"It means…" Eugene starts, mimicking Rapunzel's position after pushing himself off the back of the carriage bench, leaning forward and placing his elbows onto his knees, allowing his chin to fall into his own hands.
This carriage in particular – though very nice – is small enough that their noses are nearly touching while they're both leaning this far forward, and Eugene notes the way that Rapunzel's breath catches in her throat due to their very sudden, very suggestive closeness. He notices the way that Rapunzel's gaze immediately flickers between his eyes and his lips, as if she were desperately trying to keep herself from closing the increasingly-small distance between them.
"It means that you keep me on my toes, Sunshine. You, of all people, would never allow our lives to become boring, of all things. You'll always be chasing me around with a paintbrush, asking to use my perfectly-sculpted body as 'practice' for your latest masterpiece. Or," Eugene shoots her a knowing look, a look which would pass for wordless scolding if Rapunzel didn't know any better. "You'll do shit like dancing around in the rain and catching a cold so bad that you're in bed for a week straight."
"Hey." Rapunzel grumpily flops back into her seat on the bench opposite from him, jutting her bottom lip out playfully and crossing her arms in a dramatic huff over her chest, causing her breasts to swell in her tightly-tied corset in a way that Eugene feels a little pathetic for focusing on so closely. "That was only one time, right when we got home! I didn't know much about getting sick then! I'd never really had to do it before."
"Point proven, Blondie." Eugene leans back in his own seat with a triumphant, borderline arrogant air about him and fully intends to reach for the book which he'd so carelessly left abandoned on the carriage bench beside him, the characters inside begging him to rejoin them in their alternate reality for just a little while longer. "Boring just isn't in your very extensive vocabulary."
"But don't you ever feel like… I don't know. I mean," Rapunzel shifts her abruptly-serious gaze to stare out the carriage window at the slow-moving forest outside, suddenly fidgeting in her seat and no longer having such a playful look in her eye. "Our lives were so hectic and so... crazy, for so long. And now, we're just –"
"Normal people with normal jobs and normal lives?" Eugene offers amusedly while bringing a dramatic hand up to his heart, not bothering to swallow down the dripping remains of his good-humored sarcasm. "And we get to live in a castle, too! Gosh, poor us."
We did spend almost three years dealing with some pretty crazy shit, after all… and it was an adjustment to believe that things might actually be settled down for good. But it seems, with Zhan Tiri defeated, things will be alright now… and can't we just enjoy that? Can't we just enjoy our 'boring,' domesticated lives for what they are?
"Well, I wouldn't say that. What's normal, anyway, other than just another arbitrary word?" Rapunzel motions with an easy smile to the crown perched atop her head; the crown which had brought them together in the first place and the crown which is tangled up with so many of the sacred, secret memories trapped between them forever. "Being a princess isn't exactly normal, per say."
With a defeated sigh, Rapunzel sags in her seat then, her smile disappearing as quickly as it had graced her face.
"But things just feel…" Rapunzel turns to gaze blankly out the window again, and Eugene knows exactly what she's thinking about - who she's worried about - though she seemingly doesn't want to bring it up. "They just feel different now."
Yeah, because Cassandra is gone and you've been taking on more duties as non-officially-acting queen, and we're finally getting married! Things are supposed to feel different! Different is good!
"Well, I'd sure hope they do." Eugene reassumes the novel calling his name, crossing one leg over the other to balance the bottom of the book against his knee and fingering around the worn spine to find his place amongst the creased, yellowing pages. "Because now, you've got that ring on your finger."
Eugene looks down his nose and over the pages of his book to find Rapunzel holding out her left hand, moving her wrist back and forth as she leans in near the open window, watching – mesmerized – as the diamonds situated all the way around the delicate, gold band sitting on her slender finger catch the warm, midday light.
But instead of catching only the sparkling sunlight filtering in through the small carriage window, the ring's satisfying glittering also catches upon the reflection of the mirror which is bolted to the ceiling of the carriage.
Why, exactly, there's a mirror on the ceiling… Eugene isn't entirely sure. But Rapunzel sure looks pretty in it, even if he can only see the top of her head and the memory-entrapped crown settled upon it from this particular angle as she moves her ring finger up and down in the sunlight.
"I know!" Rapunzel suddenly exclaims in a melted, gooey mixture of pure excitement and harbored disbelief, despite the fact that it's been nearly a month now since the long-awaited proposal. "Oh, and it's so pretty, Eugene! I still can't believe we're really getting married!"
Frowning deeply all of a sudden, Rapunzel drops her ring-endowed hand into her lap and twists her face oddly, as though she'd just come to a very unpleasant conclusion.
"I'm sorry I made you wait so long."
At this sorrowful expression of guilt, Eugene only shrugs - not to dismiss her, but because Rapunzel has expressed her apologies on the topic far more than once - eyeing her momentarily before returning his gaze to the book.
"I would've waited forever for you."
It's true. He would've. Eugene would've waited forever and a day, if only to know that he would be hers for the rest of time.
"But you shouldn't have to."
Rapunzel sighs deeply and pouts out her lip like a small child who was just told, 'No, we won't be stopping at the candy shop on the way home today.' She's peering out the window, looking all kinds of defeated again, appearing as though she might want to argue the point further but ultimately deciding against it.
Though he doesn't want to make it obvious that he's watching her, Eugene situates the open book directly in front of his face and keeps his eyes stealthily trained on Rapunzel. He wants to make sure that she's okay, that she's not acting so strange this afternoon because something is truly bothering her.
Eugene never wants Rapunzel to worry. Not any more than she already has to, that is, what with her extensive duties as princess and near-acting queen. He'd genuinely thought that they'd put the whole 'Rapunzel feeling guilty about making him wait for marriage' thing to rest a long time ago.
Several years ago now, Rapunzel had asked him to be patient with her, and Eugene had promised to do just that. It had been hard some days, sure, but waiting for her to be ready didn't worry him, per say. He surely hadn't felt angry with her for it, just impatient at times. Once they were finally engaged, it was only that much more special, knowing they'd waited as long as they had in order to build their relationship into what it is today.
Waiting, Eugene knows now, had been the best decision for them; it had given both of them the time they'd needed to grow.
But then, even when they were finally engaged and even though it was all so exciting… Rapunzel had spent a few days after feeling horribly guilty for making him wait like she had. But they'd talked it out, fucked it out. Really, Eugene had done (or so he'd thought) everything that he possibly could do to make sure Rapunzel wouldn't feel guilty about making him wait anymore, because that guilt was so unnecessary, at least in his mind.
Rather than on the little, black words beckoning him in, dying to suck him back into their world, Eugene watches as Rapunzel gazes out the window for a while longer before returning her focus back to her left hand. She lifts her fingers just slightly from their resting place upon her thigh, wiggling her ring finger around only a little, as if she were stealthily trying not to catch his attention. The reflective diamonds sparkle once more as Rapunzel smiles contently to herself, reminding them both of that perfect night on the water in the boat.
Silently reminding them of the moment he'd asked and the time she'd finally said yes.
At the soft, sunbathed sight of her - so beautiful there in the warm sunlight filtering in through the small carriage window as Rapunzel admires the pretty ring on her hand - Eugene can't help but smile gently to himself, too.
Screw the ring! She's so pretty. Catching her face in the streaming light as she gently rocks with the time of the leisurely-moving carriage, Rapunzel is the prettiest thing he's ever seen. And much as he loves her no matter what, Eugene is precisely giddy inside that her short, brown hair has returned and that Rapunzel had been given the agency to cut it off for herself this time.
That the choice had been hers and hers alone.
The resumed cut truly and perfectly suits her: spunky and a bit choppy on the very ends, but still very sophisticated in an unexplainable sort of way. The brunette strands compliment her green eyes so well, and before Eugene knows it, his gaze is quickly slipping from her downcast, preoccupied eyes to her pink, kissably-soft lips.
They've both been so busy lately, Rapunzel assuming a plethora of new duties as she prepares to someday take the throne and Eugene adjusting to his new job as Captain of the Guard. While she's not officially acting as queen - while Arianna and Frederic haven't technically stepped down quite yet - Rapunzel is unofficially acting as the head monarch, practicing for a long life ahead as ruler of Corona.
And he's so proud of her. Truly, he is. She's so good to her people - so good for them - and they love her so. But Eugene is still human despite their hectic schedules, after all. He surely isn't immune to this yearning that he feels whenever he looks at Rapunzel long enough to miss her, even though they technically still see one another every day.
Sharing her with an entire kingdom, while an honor in and of itself, is not always an easy feat.
Now, they're planning a wedding, too! And while it's all so good and so exciting - this heaping handful of new changes - they simply don't have the constant time for one another anymore; something which they'd grown so accustomed to in the last several years when their duties had been limited and especially when they'd been out on the road. All the changes that've been happening so fast lately - thrilling as they are - have been quite an adjustment for the both of them individually, topped with much less time to spend just the two of them.
Sitting here in this carriage - with virtually nothing to do for two hours - Eugene can't help but wonder why he'd brought a freaking book with him, of all things, when she's right here in front of him and so much more interesting.
He misses her. Eugene hadn't realized until now how much he's missed her these last few weeks. He misses her so much that his hands are starting to ache with the desire to hold her, clenching around the book instead in a white-knuckled display of eager yearning.
Why does she always have to look so damn pretty? Her mouth is so pretty when she's whispering dirty things to him that her father would kill him for, because he taught them to her. She's so pretty when her thighs are wrapped and squeezed around him - whether it be around his head or his hand or his dick - so warm on the inside that it's enough to make him melt into a pathetic puddle of endlessly repeated 'I love yous'. She's so pretty when she's all shaky and desperate, bare skin and lung-caving moans, telling him in wordless sounds how much she adores him.
Fuck, he would give anything to just -
"Hey, I know!"
Jumping in his seat in surprise, Eugene quickly diverts his eyes back to his book, trying to pretend that he hadn't just been watching her (thinking bad things and picturing completely naughty images), imagining how pretty she looks when she's taking her clothes off just for him.
"I could make it up to you!" Rapunzel perks up, leaning forward on her elbows once more.
Though, she soon thinks better of this reassumed position, standing suddenly from her seat and plopping down beside him. To Eugene's dismay, Rapunzel remains on the opposite side of the bench, still leaving a healthy amount of space between them.
For now.
"Asking you to wait so long for me to be ready to get married." Peering closely at him with wide, deceivingly-innocent eyes, Rapunzel further explains herself when Eugene doesn't respond right away, looking at him like she'd somehow forgotten that she's already 'made it up to him' plenty of times in the past month. "I could make it up to you."
Oh, right. We're still on this whole 'crippling guilt' thing.
"I think you've already made it up to me more than enough." Eugene argues with a heavy, dry tongue, despite the lower half of his body all but screaming at him to just shut the hell up and let her carry on with whatever wicked plans she's working out in that pretty head of hers.
We went at it like we hadn't touched each other in years on the night that we got engaged…and now I get to marry you! Really, truly marry you! What more could I ever ask for?
But if you're insinuating what I think you are, who would I be to deprive you…
Ugh, now's not the time for that, though! I need to stay focused today! This is a very big day in my career, an important day, and I can't risk screwing things up this early on!
"One more time wouldn't hurt, would it?" Rapunzel teases while jutting out her bottom lip - making Eugene want to kiss her so badly that it's actually painful - as she reaches out her hand to brush a piece of his fallen bang back into place.
Despite her entirely tempting efforts, Eugene still tries very hard to look down at his book and remain mostly focused on the words there. But now she's touching him, so of course the words suddenly mean nothing to him, and of course he wants to throw the book to the side and bury his nose in something else altogether.
Like between her legs, maybe. After all, it has calmed his nerves before…
"Just to be sure that your poor, tattered ego is healed from all that waiting?"
Lolling his head to the side with a skeptical look on his face, Eugene stares at Rapunzel with a half-raised eyebrow after this particularly mocking comment - noting the look that she shoots him - which all but says: 'If I told you that I was still completely innocent, would you believe me?'
No. No, he wouldn't.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, Princess?"
"What do you think I'm suggesting?" Rapunzel prods dumbly in a lowered voice - if only to gauge whether or not Eugene is on the same page as she is - shifting to her hands and knees to crawl over to him on the bench, finally closing that dreaded distance between them. "It's just one little word… really not hard to guess at all."
"But I'd love for you to tell me." Eugene whispers against her smirked lips, which are hanging no more than an inch away from his mouth now, almost taunting him.
Definitely taunting him.
She's waiting to see how much willpower he really has, begging for him to play with fire on one of the most important days of his early career; a day which will prove Eugene's true competency as Captain, even though he really doesn't need to prove himself anymore.
But he's proven himself in outlandish, out of the ordinary situations! Now, this is just a normal, run of the mill royal event, and Eugene doesn't want to screw it up. He doesn't want to screw things up because he couldn't get his head out of the clouds - all lusty and imagining what it might feel like to bury himself inside of her while she's wearing her crown and such - when all he should be thinking about today is protecting her.
"Well…" Rapunzel prompts with a devilish smile still tugging at her lips, leaning back and once again creating a mournful distance between them, which is enough to make Eugene want to groan in frustration. "I could give you a hint, if you want."
"Hints are good." Eugene breathes shakily and forgets where he is in favor of her alluring presence and tempting smile, throwing his duties as Captain of the Guard out the carriage window for just a moment, because a little calming distraction won't hurt anyone…
Right?
"It starts with an F." Rapunzel offers graciously, leaning in again to kiss at Eugene's neck now, her lips so warm that Eugene is convinced he might melt into a begging, drippy puddle at any moment now.
"F, huh?" Eugene chuckles shallowly, biting back a low moan as Rapunzel leaves open-mouthed kisses across the exposed skin of his neck, along the collar of his guard uniform and up to his clean-shaved jaw.
"This word. You like it a lot, Eugene."
"Is that so?"
"Oh, yeah. You use it all the time. The first time I ever heard you say it, I was so confused. I'd never heard of it before." Rapunzel recalls softly before pulling back to quickly shoot him a wicked grin. "But then, over time, you explained to me all the different, fun ways this word can be used…"
"Does the next letter happen to be a U, Your Highness?" Eugene wonders aloud, interrupting Rapunzel's own outward rambling.
"It is." Rapunzel praises with another kiss to his neck - sucking just hard enough that it won't quite leave a mark but makes Eugene want to moan out - immediately soothing the defiled area with her warm tongue. "What about the next letter? You're very smart, after all. I'm sure you could figure it out."
"I'm not so sure." Eugene plays along, trying desperately to keep a straight face as she actively toys with him. "I think I'm going to need some help on this one."
"Mmm…" Rapunzel hums against his skin, knowing exactly what she's doing. "If I remember correctly, C comes next... if I can think straight enough to recall it. Am I right?"
"You're very right." Eugene confirms, taking her hips into his hands and pulling Rapunzel a bit closer to him.
"I bet you could guess the last letter for yourself." Rapunzel whispers in his ear, and although he can't see her face now, Eugene just knows she's grinning.
"K?" Eugene guesses weakly, completely prepared to beg her to stop this madness and stop this torture, and just kiss him already.
"Ah… and what does that spell, Captain?" Rapunzel pulls back, walking two fingers up his chest and over the buttons on the front of his red uniform, speaking in time with her upward-moving hand as her lips slowly inch closer to his. "F… U… C…"
"Fuck." Eugene breathes out, his lungs all but caving in at this one little word.
At that, Rapunzel leans back and returns to her original place on the opposite side of the bench, causing Eugene to deflate all the more as she smiles brightly at him. From where he's sitting, Rapunzel appears as though she'd always intended to drop the sexy act at the very moment he'd fallen for it and resume her 'innocent princess' façade, just to mess with him before this big, important, public event. She's always liked watching him squirm, after all.
Tease.
But before Eugene can even think about pouting in her direction, Rapunzel is on him again, giggling at his defeated reaction and resuming her good work on his neck.
"Are you suggesting that we… mmm…" Eugene allows himself half of a deep-throated moan, trying his best to keep quiet as Rapunzel licks her way up the column of his throat. "That we fuck?"
"I told you that you were smart, didn't I?" Rapunzel grins, perfectly pleased that they are riding on the same train of thought after all.
"But we can't… we can't fuck in here!" Eugene exclaims breathlessly, quickly lowering his voice to a hushed whisper when he remembers that there's a carriage driver outside and an uncovered window to his left.
This is my first big event as Captain (aside from Cassandra trying to take down the entirety of Corona, obviously) and I need to take it seriously! I need your father to know that I'm taking this seriously!
"Especially not right before meeting your parents at a charity event —"
"Why not? I'm the princess. And you're the Captain of the Guard." Rapunzel smiles knowingly and places a finger to Eugene's lips to effectively shush him, ultimately leaning in to kiss him as she whispers low and close to his face. "We can do whatever we want."
Quickly breaking the heavy, tongue-tangling kiss, the mischievous princess finally plucks Eugene's book from his hands, snapping it shut and tossing it to the other side of the carriage. She glances uncaringly back for just a moment to ensure that the book makes its way to the pillowed bench opposite of them, instead of haphazardly landing on the floor.
"Besides," Rapunzel frowns slightly, suddenly all business as she unconsciously fingers the zipper on his pants. "There's no way I can possibly wait until we get home this evening. That's so far away, hours away! I want you inside me now."
"But Rapunzel, we probably should wait until we get home, just to be sa —"
"I want to ride you until I make you cum. Until you make me cum." Rapunzel begs quietly against Eugene's lips, eyebrows drawn together in her pleading as she ignores his entirely logical thinking. "Please, Eugene. That's all I can think about! Cumming with you — cumming for you — is all I can think about, and I -!"
"Okay… okay." Eugene shushes the pleading princess with another tongue-heavy kiss, panting slightly at the thought of sinking into her when they break back apart. "You want to ride, pretty girl?"
Eugene smirks, gesturing down to his lap as Rapunzel nods eagerly.
Fuck it. She's worried that our lives might get boring? Well, I might as well humor her, if only to demonstrate how much she's proving herself wrong right now.
"Best seat in the house." Eugene grins cheekily as Rapunzel throws a leg over him, resting both of her thighs on either side of him and pressing her hips down onto his as she straddles his uniformed thighs. "Well… carriage."
Hiking up her skirts and frantically unbuttoning Eugene's pants, Rapunzel licks her lips in heady anticipation and momentarily lifts herself off of his lap. She helps Eugene push his white, guard pants down to his ankles, though she notably keeps herself fully clothed.
"But are you sure you're going to be ready to —"
We usually enjoy a significant amount of foreplay before we just – but sometimes, it's fun to be so desperate that you can't bear to wait any longer...
"I mean, I really don't mind if you'd like me to eat…" But then, she's pushing her underwear to the side and sliding her wet warmth against his dick, making Eugene gasp against her mouth. His brain short-circuits, and Eugene isn't entirely sure what he's even talking about, all of his thoughts jumbling around and making his head spin far too fast. "I just don't want it to hurt you -"
"I've been wet for you since we got in the carriage." Rapunzel breathes softly, staring at his lips and waiting for the final go-ahead. "Don't worry about it."
Eugene raises an eyebrow with a smirk that he just can't help, partly surprised that Rapunzel is turning down the offer to use his mouth and hands to make her moan herself hoarse, and mostly prideful that he can get her to feel like this without doing much at all. Rapunzel tends to like that, though: moaning for him before the main event even occurs. She tends to like it a lot, only ever turning it down if she can't compose herself long enough to get through his head making its way between her legs before his dick does.
Perhaps this is one of those times.
"That bad, huh?" Eugene murmurs humorlessly, staring at her lips in kind and trying with all of his waning willpower to keep himself from tasting every square inch of the inside of Rapunzel's mouth as she slides herself against him, teasing him.
"I think it has something to do with the new uniform." Rapunzel mumbles, still overly-focused on his clothes, unbuttoning a few of the top buttons on his uniform jacket, pushing the front of the jacket open to expose a bit of his chest. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I miss the purple jacket. I miss it a lot. But —"
"But there's just something about a man in uniform, huh?" Eugene responds boldly with a beaming smile. "Something about it that turns you on?"
"You could say that." Rapunzel chuckles quietly, running a loving hand through his hair only once, pure adoration on the very tips of her fingers. With a shuddering breath, she raises her hips just slightly, pushing herself up onto her knees to make their physical reunion a bit easier for herself. "I like you in anything, though. You look so handsome in anything. Especially…"
With a sharp inhale, Rapunzel finally sinks down onto him, causing her head to fall to Eugene's shoulder with a low, willowy moan.
"Especially inside of me."
And really, she'd been completely right. There hadn't been anything for him to worry about, because she slides back down onto his lap so easily, slowly taking all of him in and soaking him with the slick need between her shaking thighs.
"Oh, yes." Rapunzel whimpers, biting into the red material at Eugene's shoulder to muffle her sounds.
"Sunshine, I… mmm… Sunshine."
As she surrounds him on all sides with her unbelievable, loving warmth, Eugene wants to profess a thousand words of adoration – wants to recite poetry to her – but his mind offers him nothing more than a jumbled mess, having all but short-circuited from the very moment she'd sunk down onto him. The romantic words, though swirling through his head as Rapunzel slowly grinds her hips against his, get caught up in Eugene's throat and simply hang there with seemingly nowhere else to go.
You're a dream! A freaking dream. You're my dream! An island? Fuck that! Not even remotely appealing; not anymore, at least. All I need is this absolute paradise between your legs forever!
Rapunzel giggles at his apparent loss for words, studying him closely as she leans in to pepper soft kisses along Eugene's cheeks and neck.
"Are you okay?" Rapunzel inquires gently, slowing her grinding in favor of wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a sweet, reassuring squeeze.
"You're just…" Eugene struggles breathlessly, wanting to say something nice as he hugs her tightly back, his head filled with so many possible avenues of expressing his love in words but no plausible way to outwardly attain them when she feels so fucking good. "You're just so soft. All of you, you're just… you're so soft. And so warm, too! You're so damn warm. I mean, how do you do that -"
Eugene swears that Rapunzel's atypical inner warmth has something to do with her having literal sunshine inside of her, but who's to know for sure?
"Oh, I don't know..." Rapunzel teases back, stilling herself on Eugene's lap to fully gauge his gorgeous, breathless reaction to their reunion. "All I ever have to do is think about you. The warmth and the wetness all seems to subsequently follow after, just like that."
"Mmm… just like that, huh?" Eugene whispers against Rapunzel's neck, tugging at her middle with both hands in order to keep her as close as humanly possible, completely appreciative of the ego-boosting comment. "Lift your hips for me, Sunshine."
"Is that a direct order, Captain?" Rapunzel plays with a naughty grin, swaying her hips a bit harder and faster than before as she resumes her grinding movements.
"Fuck…" Eugene mutters under his breath as he gingerly takes Rapunzel's soft face into calloused hands, pulling her head back just enough to look her in the eyes. "Fucking hell, you're perfect. So… so… perfect. I've never, ever met someone so damn perfect."
Rapunzel laughs heartily at Eugene's mindless, complimentary rambling, keeping him as deep inside of her as possible as he grinds up into her, not wanting them to break the intimate closeness of their bodies as she rides him so satisfyingly.
"You're perfect, Eugene." Rapunzel returns quietly as she fondly traces his jaw with the back of her hand, heart melting into a princess-shaped puddle as she accepts Eugene's loving accolades. "Perfect for me…"
"You know, I've done a lot of things in my life," Eugene chokes as Rapunzel grinds down onto him particularly hard, holding her hair out of her face as her bangs fall from the heightened vigor of her movements. "But never have I ever been fucked by a princess in a moving carriage."
"I like this game." Rapunzel flirts in response, appreciative of his tender attempts to hold her choppy hair back from falling into her eyes. "Never have I ever."
Rapunzel tilts her head back for just a moment, looking around as if she were trying to find something to say in order to keep the silly little game going, her gaze ultimately resting upon the mirror on the ceiling as she continually pounds against him.
"Never have I ever… fucked the Captain of the Guard in a moving carriage and watched myself do it." Meeting his eyes once more with a daring, mischievous smile, Rapunzel rests one of her hands on each of Eugene's shoulders and gives herself the leverage she needs to grind just a bit harder and just a bit deeper. "I guess there's a first time for everything, huh?"
"Hold on." Eugene pants, immediately noticing the confused look that Rapunzel shoots at him, having firmly believed they were both having too much fun to stop this lively game of theirs any time soon.
Not wanting to worry her, Eugene places a chaste kiss to Rapunzel's lips, soothing her muddled expression.
"Don't worry, you're doing so good. Fantastic, really. But I want to try something." Eugene explains, brushing his hand calmingly against her neck. "Trust me?"
Stilling herself, Rapunzel complies with his wordless movements as Eugene lifts her by the hips, placing her gently onto the bench beside him. Though it's a bit difficult to move about without doing so somewhat awkwardly – what with his pants currently pushed down and pooled around his ankles – Eugene adjusts himself further back in the seat, fully resting against the bench's backboard now.
"Come back. I miss you." Eugene murmurs with a soft smile when he's nicely situated again, reassuming Rapunzel's hips in his hands and guiding her to softly sink down onto him once more. This time, with her back to him.
Though he immediately misses her face, Eugene has a feeling this position is going to be well worth it. He won't have to yearn for her beautiful face for very long, anyway; not as he usually does when he gets to fuck her from behind.
Because this time, they have a mirror.
Taking her softly by the chin with his free hand, Eugene tilts Rapunzel's head so that the back of it is resting on his shoulder as she slowly begins to ride him again, knees bent and her legs situated part way under him.
"Look. Look at yourself." Eugene demands tenderly, voice so low and gentle in her ear, ensuring that only she can hear him. "So pretty. You look so pretty right now."
Though it's a bit of a struggle in the warm, mind-fogging lust of it all, Rapunzel does open her eyes at Eugene's request, immediately met with his own lustful stare in the mirror.
"That's my girl. Good girl." Eugene breathes hotly, turning his head to briefly kiss her cheek before returning his gaze back to their fast-moving reflection. "You look so good when you're riding me like that. Especially when you're wearing your crown. You really know how to treat a guy like royalty, Blondie."
"Eugene —!" Rapunzel whisper-cries as his dirty words and deep-reaching dick get to her all at once, causing her insides to tighten and squeeze involuntarily around him.
And although she'd remained relatively quiet in her expressive showcase of bottled-up passion, Eugene still hastily covers her mouth with a hand, anyway, not wanting their activities to be aired out like dirty laundry by some loudmouth carriage driver.
I know that I need to be quiet… but you know what it does to me when you talk like that, when you say things like that. When you tell me that I'm good, that I'm good at this! When you tell me that I'm yours, when you say that I'm your girl! That I get to be yours forever…
Rapunzel groans into the calloused flesh lining the palm of Eugene's hand as she continues to ride him deep and hard, causing the wooden — though cushioned — bench to creak rather loudly beneath them. She can barely bear to lift herself off of him, not wanting to feel the emptiness of him not being inside of her for too long, bouncing with a particularly intimate intensity and hitting just the right spot on every shallow return.
"I wish…" Rapunzel whimpers under her breath, pulling Eugene's hand from over her mouth and leaving gentle kisses along his palm as she speaks. "I wish I could moan for you. Loudly. If we were home, I would moan for you so loud, because you just feel so… oh, you feel so good, Eugene!"
"Maybe later, when we're back home." Eugene bargains frantically, knowing exactly how she feels, desperate to noisily release his own passion but knowing that he can't. Not right now. "Maybe later, we can —"
Maybe later we can go for round two, when we don't have to be quite as quiet. We'll still have to be quiet, somewhat, so the king doesn't know that I've been mindlessly fucking his daughter before marriage and making her scream my name, but —
"Yes! Yes, later." Rapunzel quickly agrees against his lips. "I want to be naked with you. This is good for now, but… mmm… not quite the same as being in bed."
"Your bed or mine?" Eugene wonders, though they've mostly been using her bed recently, considering that it'll officially be their bed in the very near future.
"It doesn't ma… oh, right there!" Rapunzel pants abruptly as she rocks fervidly against him, sure to keep her voice down so that the carriage driver won't hear her desperate pleas. "Please, Eugene... promise me that we can fuck like this more often!"
Eugene isn't entirely sure if she means being so desperate that they fuck fully clothed or essentially fucking in plain sight - making the thrill of it all that much more heightened with the possibility of being caught - but he doesn't really care which. He's infinitely happy to do either a million more times, so long as she's happy.
"Promise…"
In response to his well-intended vow, Rapunzel takes Eugene's index finger into her mouth and sucks as if she means to give him some kind of wordless reward, knowing that it's an action they'll both thoroughly enjoy.
"Hmm..." Eugene hums sarcastically, grabbing for Rapunzel's hips with his free hand as she rides him even harder, somehow, inspired by his throaty moan as she sucks naughtily on his finger. "Mirror, mirror on the wall… who's the horniest princess of them all? Oh, look what we have here!"
Eugene grins brazenly, pointing up to her pleasure-ridden face in the mirror.
"I think it's Princess Rapun —"
"Hey. Don't make fun." Rapunzel pants haughtily, eyebrows drawn together in what appears to be genuine frustration. "Don't make fun when you're getting a good show out of this."
Lifting herself off of him suddenly, Rapunzel turns back around to face Eugene with a raised eyebrow, peering at him to gauge his reaction to her abrupt halt in riding him.
"And the mirror's on the ceiling. Not on the wall." Rapunzel informs him, so matter-of-fact in her delivery that it causes Eugene to hold back a laugh deep in his lungs.
His laugh is quickly crushed, though, when Eugene realizes that Rapunzel has no intention of sitting herself back in his lap, gazing at him with a different kind of mischief gleaming in her eyes. With a pathetic groan, Eugene immediately feels cold without her, the dizzying warmth of her wrapped around him having been taken away so cruelly and all at once.
"What're you doing?" Eugene whines then, grabbing for her hips, though Rapunzel quickly dodges him and Eugene realizes they're playing a new game altogether. "Aw, come on, Blondie… you felt so good, so soft, and I was just playing -"
"Uh huh." Rapunzel muses with a little smile tugging at her lips, crossing her arms over her chest from her newly-resumed spot on the opposite end of the bench. "Warm and soft and all good things. I know. But you're making fun of me for my eagerness. And that, Captain Fitzherbert,"
Rapunzel leans in to tap at Eugene's nose, teasing him so relentlessly that it almost feels good.
"Just isn't acceptable."
"I wasn't making fun, per say, just -" Eugene scrambles, entirely sure that he might implode if she doesn't sink back down onto him soon.
"I'm the boss of you, you know. You may be Captain of the Guard, but at the end of the day, you answer to me." Rapunzel chirps as she situates herself on the floor in front of him, thankful that the carriage is rocking at a minimal pace at the moment. "You know that, right? That, if I really wanted you to, I could get you to listen to everything I say?"
"Well, we don't need rankings and titles for that to happen, Sunshine." Eugene muses as she looks up at him sweetly, gently caressing Rapunzel's cheek with the back of his hand as she adjusts herself on her knees before him. "You know that."
Mostly because I'm no better than a puppy dog most of the time, so pleased by your love and attention that it's actually a little sad. And our relationship is healthy enough that you don't make me listen to everything you say, of course, but I would if you really wanted me to -
But before Eugene can give too much thought to her sudden authoritarianism, Rapunzel's warm mouth is wrapped around him, her head bobbing in his lap and causing Eugene to tilt his own head back in pure pleasure.
In his foggy-eyed passion, Eugene snatches the glittering, memory-soaked crown from atop Rapunzel's head, admiring it for a single moment before tossing it carelessly to the side on the carriage bench. A pretty crown for a pretty girl, but it only ever got in the way. It only got in the way of him seeing how much he'd truly wanted her sooner - only got the way of him realizing what truly matters in life - and it's only getting in the way of him burying his hand in her hair right now.
"Fuck, Princess…" Eugene moans just loud enough that only the two of them can hear, loving the way that she hums against his cock in response, the gentle vibrations causing him to eagerly pull at Rapunzel's chocolate locks. "You're the best… you really are the best, you know that?"
"Mhmm…"
Rapunzel's soft lips wrap around him in a knowing smile as she bobs her head faster and deeper - walking along the edge of choking on him but having enough practice now that she doesn't need to quite yet - nothing in the entire world being capable of getting to her like sexy praises spoken in his voice always do.
"Rapunzel, I'm going to -" Eugene warns, frantically teetering on the brink of losing himself completely and falling apart in her hands as he feels himself sliding deeply against the back of her warm, velvety throat.
"Your Highness, we've arrived!"
As the carriage comes to a sudden, jolting halt, Eugene cums into her mouth, a dizzying head-rush of pumping blood and love and whispered 'I love yous.' Swallowing quickly and rising from her previous position on her knees, Rapunzel leans down to press a gentle kiss to Eugene's cheek, reassuming her discarded crown and placing it upon her head once more.
She was perfect as a painting, as though the entire thing had never even happened.
"You didn't cum." Eugene mumbles as he blinks blankly ahead, still a bit zoned out and feeling a little pathetic as the edges of reality start to grow less and less hazy, the world harshly coming into focus again as the carriage driver loudly announces their arrival.
Because honestly, she always cums first with him.
Always.
"The sex was your idea, and you didn't even get to -"
"It's okay, Eugene. I didn't need to. I told you that I wanted to make the whole 'waiting for me to be ready for marriage thing' up to you." Rapunzel endearingly tilts her head with an easy smile and shushes him with the honest, satisfied gleam in her eyes. "Well, again. I was still feeling a little bad about the whole thing, if I'm being perfectly honest."
Rapunzel leans forward to kiss him sweetly on the lips, fixing the few undone buttons on his jacket before winking over her shoulder at him as Eugene hastily pulls his pooled pants back up. Eugene tries his best to finger-fix his hair in the mirror, desperate to plaster a public-worthy smile on his face, not wanting to look like he'd just gotten his dick rode by the Once-Lost Princess of Corona.
Which, of course, he sort of had.
No one but them needs to know that, though. Some little secrets - dirty as they are - are meant to stay hidden, for just the two of them to remember and giggle over later.
"You can make it up to me later tonight." Rapunzel offers, knowing that he won't be quick to refuse an impromptu sleepover. "In my bed."
Just as Eugene is finished with pulling his pants back up and before he can verbally accept Rapunzel's kind (and very tempting) offer, the carriage door swings open and a sudden burst of afternoon light floods into the small, sex-scented cabin.
With an entirely believable, completely innocent smile that Eugene wants to mercilessly tease her for, Rapunzel graciously accepts the hand of the carriage driver as he offers it to her, helping the young princess as she steps down and onto the ground, waving enthusiastically at the cheering crowd of people waiting there for her.
This lively event is all about her, after all, in which half of the Coronan countryside had gathered to meet their beloved princess on the summer tour circuit as she brought to them baskets of bread, dried fruits, and assorted, sugary goodies for the young children.
The king and queen - their own carriage having arrived just minutes before - nod happily at their newly-appeared daughter and soon-to-be son-in-law, waving Eugene over. Staying close to the princess, but joining Arianna from her place where she stands back and watches with a motherly eye, Eugene intently monitors the security detail who follow after Rapunzel and ensures that the area is properly maintained with guards all around.
He'd wanted to be the one to follow closely behind her today, but Frederic had advised that Eugene stand back himself this time, where he could have an objective, broadened view of the entire event.
"Eugene, dear."
"Your Majesty," Eugene prompts himself to greet the queen in a formal manner, preparing himself to bow before her in this very public, very professional setting. "I'm so sorry I didn't greet you immediately, I should've -"
The queen - his fast-approaching mother-in-law, in fact - leans in close to Eugene, whispering to him in a low, semi-humored voice.
"That's quite unnecessary, sweetheart. We're far past formalities, you know that." With a quirk of a smile, Arianna adds as she leans in just a tad closer, "But if I were you, I'd pull the zipper on your pants back up before my currently-occupied husband notices your indecency."
Still shoulder to shoulder with Arianna, Eugene quickly turns his back to the rest of the crowd, hastily redoing the zipper and button on his pants. Holding his breath, he glances over at Frederic from several feet away, chit-chatting casually with a government official.
Arianna raises an eyebrow over at him as he discreetly situates himself, though Eugene can tell that she's trying desperately to bite back a knowing smirk. Quickly composing herself, as well, Arianna nods her head to several passersby and smiles with that lovely smile of hers which so closely resembles her beautiful daughter's own free-spirited, genuine grin.
"I understand this is all new to you. This whole… Captain thing." Arianna starts gently, trying her best to remain elegant and poised, though such a thing really isn't very hard for her after so many years of practice. "But professionalism and appearance are a big part of the job, you know."
Eugene clears his throat as he casually turns back around, muttering under his breath and staring stone-faced after Rapunzel as she greets each giddy child in the crowd with a bright, warm smile on her face, his heart practically melting at the thought of how good she is with them.
"I know." Eugene defends under his breath, not entirely sure that he wants to be lectured for fucking his own fiancé as a grown man. "Your daughter is very persuasive."
"That," Arianna promptly agrees with a curious tilt of her head toward him, meeting Eugene's eyes and looking down her delicate nose at him in the way that he can assume only a real mother would. "Or you're just easily persuaded."
Eugene looks up to the sky as he clasps his hands behind his back, trying discreetly to hide the roll of his eyes.
I'm whipped, bad. She's got me by the balls, I know. You don't need to tell me that.
"Bite me." Eugene whispers, not sure if she'll hear him at all.
"Mordimi." Queen Arianna clicks her tongue, tucking her own hands behind her back and turning to regally walk away, though she elegantly twirls around to look back over her shoulder as she cheekily grins at him. "Or perhaps you'd prefer mords moi?"
The Romance languages. She's mocking me in the fucking Romance languages.
Under his breath, adoration on his tongue and a genuine smile tugging at his lips as he watches the queen join Rapunzel in greeting the awaiting citizens, Eugene murmurs:
"You're just as bad as her."
AN: Well, that was fun! I always love a little Eugene-Arianna interaction, don't you?
Now… back to Killing Me Slowly…