*** War of Hearts by Ruelle plays hauntingly in the background. ***
Buckle up, people. This is where things get a little… well, you'll see. The story really starts to escalate, here.
This chapter is Rated M for its sexually explicit nature. So, if that's not your cup of tea, no worries, but you've been warned. If it is… proceed. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and I hope you like reading it. Finally, guys, please feel free to leave me reviews/feedback! I so enjoy receiving them.
Chapter 6: I Can't Help but be Wrong in the Dark
The next day, the day following the wedding, passes painfully slow. It's Saturday, which means Eugene has the 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. shift of patrolling the palace. It's his longest shift of the week, and he usually gets though it by daydreaming about Rapunzel. But today, the thought of her only makes the day drag on more slowly than usual.
Eugene had slept horribly the night before, what with the self-pity, and the wedding reception that had ensued until well beyond three o'clock in the morning. He'd been able to hear it all – the loud voices, the laughing, the ignorant celebration – all the way from the guard's wing of the palace. Eugene had briefly considered sneaking into the reception, if only to catch a glimpse of Rapunzel, but he didn't want to make the day any harder for her than it probably already was. There had to be at least five-hundred honored guests, if not more, and Eugene was glad that he had decided not to be one of them, lest last week's ball was looking for a part two. Eugene assumed no one would be happy to watch another fist fight.
Then again, he was still pretty new to this whole 'royal high society' thing. Maybe they were into watching fist fights.
Eugene wonders extensively about the ceremony throughout the day, thinking about how beautiful Rapunzel must've looked in that white, lacey dress up-close. Although he wills himself not to, he also thinks about the way Charles must've kissed her at the altar. And maybe, how the prince had kissed her /not/ at the altar. Eugene's stomach lurches at the thought of the words, 'You may now kiss the bride,' and lurches even further when he thinks about the typical activities of the wedding /night/.
All Eugene can do now is hope that Rapunzel hadn't been too uncomfortable, that the arrogant, obnoxious prince had treated her gently, and with patience. She deserves that much from him. It would be her first time, after all, and the last thing Eugene wants is for Rapunzel to be in pain, or to not at least somewhat enjoy her first time having sex. Sex is meant to be passionate, beautiful even, the union of two becoming one. And although the thought of her doing it with anyone else makes him want to positively vomit, all Eugene can hold onto is the hope that Charles had treated the woman he loves right the night before, and that the prince would do so forever.
Maybe Lance was right. Maybe it was time to let go – maybe Rapunzel really /could/ be happy with someone else. If Eugene kept her at arm's length, and didn't look at her for too long ever again.
Eugene's shift passes without any hiccups, albeit being incredibly long and boring. He considers finding a job that's less boring and pays more. But Eugene figures it would probably be hard to find someone who would be willing to hire him anyway, what with his past of thievery and all. It's not like his face hadn't been plastered all over Corona for a while there.
He returns to his bedchamber a little after 10 o'clock, strips out of his red guard uniform, which he tosses onto a chair in the corner of the room. He decides against a shirt and pulls on a pair of comfortable pants, relieved to be free of the tight, stuffy uniform.
Eugene lights a fire in the fireplace, and the little room draws in its warmth in no time. The sun has long since sunk deep below the horizon, and Eugene shuts the curtains on the black sky. The only reason he can see anything at all is thanks to the firelight that dances on the walls, leaving looming shadows everywhere. The shadows feel daunting, as if they're haunting him; as if Eugene didn't have enough haunting him already.
He hears a soft knock at the door, and steps away from tending to the fire to open it, wondering who could be here this late in the evening. Maybe Lance, itching for a late-night adventure after a long day of guarding the palace. They had been on separate rotations that day, but Eugene knows they were scheduled to get off of work around the same time.
To Eugene's surprise, it's Rapunzel who's standing there in his doorway, not Lance. She's wringing her hands, a deep frown pulling at her lips. The firelight dances on her face, and he wonders how she had gotten even more beautiful since the last time she'd shown up at his door unannounced. Well, when she had shown up two nights ago, and he'd seen her with blurred, drunken vision.
That was embarrassing.
She's wearing a satin green nightdress, the one with the thin straps that she used to wear when she was trying to drive him particularly crazy. Rapunzel knows he loves when she wears green – it brings out those eyes of hers of the same color, those eyes that turn him into a puddle of a man every time he looks into them.
Like right now.
The former thief clears his throat, trying his best to keep a nonchalant, Flynn-Rider-like composure at the unexpected arrival of the princess at his door. To his chagrin, Eugene has made it very difficult to maintain a smooth exterior lately.
"You shouldn't be here."
Eugene turns and walks slowly to the bed, sitting down. He runs a hand through this hair, feeling as though the wind has been knocked out of him at the sight of her. He doesn't tell her that she should go, either, not the way he had the other night, so Rapunzel simply shuts the door behind her. She tentatively sits down beside him on the bed, playing with her fingers in her lap.
"I know that I shouldn't have come. But I couldn't stay away."
"You're going to have to learn how to."
"I know. I just couldn't… tonight."
He stares at her for a long while, making Rapunzel fidget. A warm feeling bubbles up in her stomach with his hazel eyes upon her – a warmth that has nothing to do with the heat of the fire warming the small room.
"So. How was your wedding night?"
Eugene's voice is strained, almost foreign. Rapunzel doesn't want to talk about that, about the nightmare that was the finality of her marriage, but she knows the subject can't be avoided forever.
Rapunzel rises from the bed suddenly, standing before Eugene as he remains sitting on the mattress, fixating on her every movement. Eugene watches, mesmerized, as Rapunzel nudges his legs open so that she can stand in-between them. She places both hands firmly on either of his shoulders and leans forward with an unexpectedly seductive look in her eye.
Eugene knows that look. He knows where this little visit is about to go, because they've walked this wobbly plank a hundred times before. And he knows that he should probably tell her to go, now. Instead, despite the voice screaming in his head to make her stop, he lets her slowly push him down onto the mattress, climbing on top of him to straddle his lap.
"Miserable. Boring. It was miserably boring." Rapunzel shrugs indifferently, as if he had asked about her afternoon lessons on taxes, instead of the first night with her new husband.
Leaning back on the bed, Eugene uses his elbows to brace himself up, curious, his attention caught in her unforgiving hands. He knows that the now-married young woman shouldn't be straddling him. Or even in his room, for that matter. But he can't find the strength to send her away; he's too tired tonight. He won't send her away, despite the bitter taste left on Eugene's tongue at the words he says next.
"From what I've heard, it's not exactly boring to consummate a marriage." He can't look her in the eye as he says it, but with his cheeks in her hands, she guides him to face her.
"That's because I didn't."
Rapunzel's voice is quiet, timid even. Eugene blinks once, twice, wondering if he heard her correctly, or if he's simply imagining the whole thing.
"You didn't what?"
"I didn't consummate my marriage."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I couldn't do it, Eugene!" Rapunzel's voice has turned pleading now, her hands splayed on his chest, like something is irreparably broken, deep inside of her. Something no one but him can fix.
"He wanted to, of course, but I couldn't let him touch me, not the way you do… or did. So, I told him I wasn't ready for… for that, because I've only known him for a few months. He wasn't happy with me, but he let it go. For now, at least. Which buys us some time."
She's already undoing his pants as they speak, now working on the little satin ribbons tied down the front of her dress.
"I lied. Because I am ready, just not for him. I want you, now."
Eugene knows he should stop her small hands from working on his pants, but he lays completely still, watching her every move. Rapunzel recognizes the look in his eyes, that look that showcases the need he couldn't hide, even if he wanted to — the need for something dirty, the need for satisfaction that only she can provide.
"Rapunzel, you're married now. We can't —"
"We can."
"It wouldn't be right —"
"None of this is right! It hasn't been, for a long time." She pauses, holding his face in her hands again, pleading with him. "But /we're/ right. And I've missed you, so much."
"Okay, but this is /especially/ wrong –"
"Doesn't that turn you on?"
"Fuck, Rapunzel." Eugene lets his head fall completely back onto the mattress, running his hands over his face a few times in frustration before letting them fall at his sides. He looks up at her for a long time, sitting there in his lap with her dress pooled around her waist, all but falling off her shoulders, coaxing him in. Reaching his hand up, Eugene plants his palm firmly at the base of her skull, pulling the princess in close, staring into her eyes intensely.
"You're killing me here, Blondie."
She leans back, blushing slightly, just like she had the night of the ball.
"That's kind of the point."
His head is spinning at the sight of her on top of him, probably because it's been so long since they'd been this close, this intimate. But Eugene knows this is wrong on so many levels, to let her cheat on her new husband of a mere twenty-four hours. They are teetering on the edge of very murky waters, and Eugene knows that once they take this plunge they'd both yearned to take for so long, they'd never be strong enough to come up for air again.
"We really shouldn't be doing this."
"We /shouldn't/..." The princess, having gathered all of her courage, leans down to kiss him, deep and passionate. When she pulls away, her eyes are dark, hooded. "Or we won't?"
"We won't."
Eugene curses the way his voice shakes, the lack of confidence in his words, breathy and barely above a whisper. He curses the way he kisses her back, hungrily. There is a burning lust that's overtaking the entirety of Eugene's body at the sight of her, and fast, and he can't scratch that itch without her.
Eugene knows that. He knows that he could send her away like he should and relieve himself, or even worse, go out and find another woman. It's not like there aren't plenty of women needy for male attention in Corona, and it's not like the smolder is totally dead.
A little rusty, maybe, but not dead.
After all, Rapunzel /is/ married now. Technically, he's a single man. But Eugene knows that the moment he does find someone else, he'll regret it. Without a doubt, he'll regret being inside anyone that isn't her, even if it would only be for the purpose of momentary relief, which wouldn't mean anything to him emotionally. No matter how much he's yearned for that special kind of satisfaction for over a year now, he knows he can't do it. Because he already regrets the women he'd had before Rapunzel, the women he'd had sex with before he'd even /met/ her.
"Are you sure about that?"
Eugene /wants/ to sound sure, so sure that he isn't low enough of a man to have sex with a married woman, but he knows he doesn't sound that way at all. He doesn't like Prince Charles, not one bit, but the guy doesn't deserve to be cheated on – no one does. Then again, would it /really/ be cheating? Because this is Rapunzel, after all, /his/ Rapunzel. Eugene's one and true love. He knows Rapunzel doesn't love Charles, not the way she loves him, and she's not just any girl. She's not some woman Eugene could find at the bar who already happens to have a husband he knows nothing about.
The difference with Rapunzel is that Eugene cares, a little too much sometimes. He cares about her, deeply, about the quality of her life. Eugene doesn't want to get her into trouble, doesn't /want/ to encourage this immoral behavior, no matter how much he loves to see her so confident with him, needing him so badly. He needs /her/, and he also doesn't want her to be miserable with another man, fighting the urge to sneak away to him for the rest of her life. That wouldn't be fair to her marriage, to her shot at happiness in this undoable situation.
Maybe this would be their way to cope, just this once. Maybe this one night would be necessary to find the closure they both need. They could satisfy their desires, just once.
Maybe this is the only way they can find the strength to finally move on.
"I'm sure."
But Eugene is already dragging her down to kiss him again, more heatedly now than ever, his hands ripping at the last of the tied ribbons on her nightdress. To his dismay, Rapunzel pulls away, needing him to know indefinitely why she's here — not because she just wants sex. But because she wants him.
Not Charles, not any other man. Him.
"I want you to be my first, Eugene. I /need/ you to be the first one. I need you to destroy my body before he ever has the chance to touch me."
These words are enough to set Eugene absolutely on fire. God, he wants to claim her. He wants to be the first man inside of her, the only man to make her come, the only man whose name she moans in pleasure in the middle of the night. He needs to hear his name falling from her lips in pure ecstasy, as this could very well be the last chance he'll ever have to hear it.
How could he possibly say no to the girl he was still so madly in love with, not to mention horny as all hell for, when she's right here, willing to give herself to him once and for all?
Eugene takes her face in his hands, the raw emotion etched across his own.
"Rapunzel, if we do this —"
"I know." Rapunzel rushes to finish his thought with a caress to his cheek, to assure Eugene that it would feel so right to do what they were about to do, even if it was so catastrophically wrong. "There's no going back. I know what you're going to say, but I won't regret it in the morning. I could never regret this, not with you. I want you, Eugene, I need you. I've never been so needy, I feel like I've been going insane all day without you."
She's only a mere few centimeters from his lips as she speaks the desperate words, just out of his reach, her hand inching along the waistline of his pants.
"God, Rapunzel, I've never wanted you as badly as I did when I saw you in that wedding dress yesterday."
He's giving in, giving in to the perfect, perverse words that are making him yearn for her all the more, causing the embers in the pit of his belly to erupt into a forest fire that only she has the power to quench. Words that make Eugene forget the situation they're stuck in. Words that make him forget the painful fact that she belongs to someone else now, just for one night.
He clasps the sides of her face, reveling in the feeling of her soft cheeks in his calloused hands. Eugene is desperate to touch her, praying each touch won't be the last. It feels like it's been years since he's touched her.
"You looked so perfect, and I couldn't believe that you were marrying someone else. I still can't believe —"
"Shh, shh. Let's not think about any of that right now. Let's forget about all of it, just for tonight. You're the only man I love." Rapunzel whispers, brushing her lips against his. "You're the only man that can have me. Really have me."
This comment sets Eugene off, pushing him far over the edge, into a blind lust that he wouldn't have been able to pull himself from if he tried. She is the only one, the only woman he'll ever love. He would be the first one to fuck her, the first one to /make love/ to her – he has to be. He /has/ to, because he will absolutely lose his mind with regret if he lets her walk away right now, if he lets Charles be the first one to know what it feels like to be inside of her.
That regret would eat him alive. So the guilt he'll surely feel tomorrow is the better alternative, Eugene reasons with himself. There's no doubt in his mind that this will hurt like hell in the morning, but Eugene knows there's no stopping it, no turning back now. She's towed him under, all the way down, dragged him to the point of no return.
Rapunzel watches as her love's eyes grow dark, clouded with desire.
"I'm the only man that can have you." Eugene repeats.
"And what do you think we should do about that?" She breathes into his ear, coursing a shiver down his spine.
"I think you should be panting my name. All. Night. Long."
The sweet princess giggles a little. The sound in itself, only because he's missed her so much, is almost enough to make the former thief groan. Almost.
"I don't think I can stay all night, but —"
"Then we'll do the best we can with the time that we have."
With that, Eugene pulls the remaining ribbons of her dress open, pulling the nightgown off her shoulders and throwing it to the floor in a pool of satin.
"Lay down. I want to see you, all of you."
She does as he asks, leaning her head into the pillows. It's been a long three months.
"Open your legs for me."
She does, tentative, and Eugene drinks in the sight of her lying there, knowing it might be the first and last time he'll ever be able to see her completely naked.
Despite all the fooling around they had done over the course of a year, they'd never seen one another totally unclothed before. Eugene had wanted to respect his princess as she adjusted to a new world the best that he could, while fighting his own desires. All the while, trying to respect the king and queen's request that Eugene and Rapunzel wait until marriage to advance their relationship sexually.
/That/ had been an awkward conversation. But Eugene had understood the protective nature of her parents, and he hadn't crossed that boundary.
He'd crossed many lines in the past year, but not that one. At least, not until today.
For this reason, the sight of Rapunzel being fully naked before him for the first time, is enough to make Eugene feel slightly dizzy, fuzzy with awe and excitement, because she's perfect in every possible way. He leans forward, a hand dipped between her thighs, stroking the place Rapunzel needs him the most. She whimpers, desperate for more. But to her dismay, he pulls away, his eyes growing increasingly dark.
"Tell me that you're mine. Now, please. I need to hear it."
His voice is deep, throaty, and possessive, but quiet and gentle all at once, spoken in her ear for only them to know.
This is a secret they would have to keep, a secret they would have to live with. They're adults, adults who love one another – they were allowed to have secrets – at least, this is what Rapunzel tells herself. The thought of being /his/ and his alone again, if only for one night, sends a pang of need that pools between her legs, ready to coat his fingers.
"I'm yours."
To Rapunzel's relief, he reaches down between her thighs once more to reward her, teasing her entrance. Eugene watches as her chest heaves when his finger plunges inside of her.
"Say it again." Stroke.
"I – I'm... I'm yours." Her voice is deliciously shaky, but not as shaky as her legs are growing as Eugene hangs onto her every word, pumping his finger, slow but steadily. He studies Rapunzel's face as her eyes fall shut, her short brown hair splayed across his pillow.
"Again." Stroke.
"I— I'm —"
But the words are never delivered in full, as Eugene bends his head, lapping her wetness with his tongue. He grips her thighs in his hands as they tighten around his head. Eugene is sure he will leave finger-shaped bruises on her delicate skin, bruises that would be proof of their indiscretions – proof that he had been there between her legs, and recently.
Part of Eugene, a really twisted part, hopes that Charles will find them, and see the way he'd marked her.
Rapunzel's hands are deep in his hair, tugging it feverishly, moaning all the while.
"Eugene… that feels... /so/ good."
He goes on like that a while longer, before she suddenly sits up, a look of strange alert on her face.
"What's wrong?" He asks, worried that she may have heard someone coming down the hall or knocking at the door. Or maybe that she's come to her senses and realized how wrong this really was.
"Stand up."
"Okay… why?"
"Because I just realized something." Rapunzel smiles softly.
"What's that, Princess?" Eugene asks, a subtle snarkiness dripping from his lips.
She rests on her knees, legs sunk into the mattress, as he stands before her at the edge of the bed, looking down at her with slight confusion. Eugene watches as Rapunzel pulls his pants down, then his underwear, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"You always do things for me, but I never do them for you."
Eugene registers what she means, remembering that Rapunzel has never given him a proper blowjob before. She had slipped her hand below his pants, sure, but only a few times in the past, and it never went beyond that. Typically, he went down on her, not that he minded in the slightest. He would've been okay with simply kissing her for the rest of his life, if he really had to. And for Eugene, that was saying a lot.
"Its okay, Blondie, really. You don't have to –"
Despite his objections, the princess leans forward, tentatively taking his length into her mouth. Her eyebrows push together slightly, as if she's trying to determine how she feels about the sensation. Rapunzel watches in awe at the way Eugene's eyes roll back when her mouth is around him, the way his jaw goes slack, the way his hand desperately searches for the bedpost, latching onto it. She's never seen him react in such a way before, to anything, really.
Even when they used to fool around, it was usually Eugene who did things to pleasure /her/, but tonight will be different. Tonight, Rapunzel promises herself, she will show Eugene that he is the only man she'd ever be so desperate to please, so passionate for. She wants to show him that she wouldn't be selfish with the things he makes her feel.
She bobs her head a few times, though Rapunzel admittedly knows she has no idea what she's doing. Thankfully, Eugene's gentle, sure hand finds its way to the back of her head, guiding her up and down at just the right pace.
After several minutes, Rapunzel abruptly pulls away, looking up at him with those big green eyes that he loves so much. She looks truly nervous for the first time that night. He keeps his hand in her hair, cocking his head at her.
"We really don't have to do this, Blondie."
"No! No, I want to. I just – I wanted to make sure I'm doing this right. That it feels okay?"
Eugene can't help but chuckle a little, which only deepens her cute, worried look. She doesn't even know what she's doing to him.
"Rapunzel, hear me when I say this:" Eugene pulls her head back as gently as he can, positioning it so that she can crane her neck to look him in the eye. "You are absolutely perfect, I have never wanted you more than I do right now, and everything you're doing feels so much more than okay."
She blushes, smiling sheepishly, and without another word, dips her head and continues on. Eugene grips the bedpost, convinced that no blowjob before this one has ever felt so good. Despite her lack of experience, it seems like Rapunzel knows exactly what to do to drive him crazy – she always has.
Maybe it feels so good because it's been so long since he's gotten a blowjob. Definitely well over a year. Maybe it's because he really loves her, and that the head he'd received in the past hadn't been a product of love. Or anything even closely resembling love. Everything with her is always so different than anything Eugene has experienced before – what with her painfully sweet streak of innocence, the way he gets to be her first for everything, the way she quickly latches on to every slight direction he provides.
Fuck, she's a fast learner.
Eugene tugs her hair back after a while, pulling her away suddenly. She pouts a little, having found her groove, but he just pulls her up onto her knees to kiss him.
"Why did you make me stop?" The breathless princess asks. "I thought you liked it."
"I did. I liked it a lot, actually." He caresses her cheek, laughing quietly. "But if you don't stop, I'm going to finish before we have the chance to get to the fun part."
"Oh… okay. I get it." Rapunzel responds simply, following Eugene's lead as he pulls her back onto the bed with him.
She's lying there beneath him, and she's perfect, and he doesn't want to hurt her, although he knows he probably will. Eugene positions her comfortably below him, nonchalantly brushing away a piece of hair that's fallen into her eyes, as if he still does it every day. She looks nervous, and he understands why.
"Are you /sure/ about this, Blondie?"
He wants her to be sure. He needs to know that she won't wake up tomorrow and see this as a grave mistake, something she'll wish she could take back.
"I've never been so sure of anything in my entire life." Rapunzel says, and he can tell by the look on her face that she means it.
Eugene reaches down between her legs, making sure she's still ready for him. He hopes that her desire will cushion the blow of him inside of her for the first time, if only a little.
"This is going to… hurt, a little. Or maybe a lot." He kisses her cheek, then her lips, softly. Eugene holds each side of his princess's face in his hands, not wanting to break the passionate eye contact between them. "And I'm sorry for that. It's going to kill me to hurt you. But it'll get better with time, I promise."
Rapunzel nods rapidly, mentally preparing herself for what's about to happen, trying her best not to look as frightened as she feels.
"I understand. I've read some books from the library about… well, I know it's going to hurt. But I – I'm ready. This is what I want." Rapunzel closes her eyes and sighs. A sad look crosses her face before she opens her eyes to look at him again, her voice raised just barely above a raspy whisper. "I'll hate myself forever if I don't do this with you first."
He understands exactly what she means. He'll hate himself forever if he isn't her first, too. Even if this is going to hurt tomorrow. Bad.
Eugene mentally prepares himself too, desperate not to hurt her. Or at least, desperate to keep the pain to a minimum. He knows he'll have to move slowly, even if it kills him. Even if he wants more, like he knows he will.
He rests his forehead against hers, pushing himself slowly inside of her, moving at the speed of a turtle inching along the road.
Her eyes squeeze shut. Eugene pauses immediately and leans down, cradling her head, holding her tightly in his arms. Rapunzel's face falls forward, into the crook of his neck, looking for some kind of comfort. He can feel the way her body is trembling all over. Eugene tries his best to keep his bottom half perfectly skill, as to not startle her and cause her any more sudden pain than he knows she's surely already in.
Rapunzel pulls back, letting her head fall into the pillows again. A single tear rolls down her cheek and Eugene quickly brushes it away with a thumb, kissing the spot where it had fallen. She clings to him, as though he were a life preserver, and they were stranded in the middle of the sea together. Sometimes, especially when they had first arrived at the palace all those months ago, it kind of felt that way.
After a long moment, Eugene pulls slightly away so he can get a full view of her face, pushing her hair away lovingly, trying to gauge her thoughts.
"We don't have to go any further than this, sweetheart. Just tell me if you want to stop, and we'll stop, I promise." Eugene whispers in her ear as softly as he can, wishing he could bottle up this special moment and keep it in his back pocket forever.
"No!" She says quickly, plunging a hand into the hair at the base of Eugene's neck, as if to keep him from moving away, swallowing hard. "Stay… stay there." Rapunzel confirms her desire despite her strained, breathless voice, despite her eyes still being shut tight. "I just… I just have to adjust to… to you." She heaves in a big breath of air. "Just give me a minute, please."
"Okay." Eugene breathes, willing to wait as long as it takes, for her.
After a few short minutes, she opens those big green eyes of hers, and Eugene swears they could launch a thousand ships if they wanted to – and then make them sink right after. His voice cracks when he speaks again, his eyes glued to her face, unable to move away if he wanted to. Usually, he'd be embarrassed by that, by a lack of control, a lack of smoothness.
Flynn Rider would surely be rolling over in his metaphorical grave. But right now, he doesn't care. Eugene doesn't care about anything but her.
"I love you so much."
Every agonizing emotion he's felt since finding out about the marriage escapes from Eugene in those five simple words, as if the floodgates of his heart have been opened wide. Every sleepless night, every time he's watched from afar as she's walked or talked with Prince Charles, every tear he's cried at the thought of losing her forever. He doesn't want to pretend anymore. Eugene is tired of pretending that he can bear her belonging to someone else. He's surely felt more anger, jealousy, and heartbreak in the last three months, than he's experienced in the last twenty-five years.
And it all comes rushing out in those five little words.
Rapunzel reaches up to caress his face in response to his vulnerable words, staring at Eugene as the tears continue to fall upon her cheeks, more rapidly than before.
The princess cries, not because she's in pain, but because she wishes they could be doing this under very different circumstances – because she'd always imagined this happening on /their/ wedding night – not the night after her wedding to someone else. She cries, because she understands so deeply the significance of this moment: she's never made love to anyone before… but neither has he. Eugene wasn't a virgin, not by a long shot, Rapunzel knows that.
But she also knows that there is a big difference between having sex and making love. She knows which of them Eugene has done before, and which of them is happening right now. The two aren't the same, and he knows it, too.
"I love you, too." Rapunzel reiterates her own feelings with salty tears running down her face. "More than anything. Please, Eugene, make love to me."
With the final go ahead, Eugene pushes the rest of himself inside of her, filling her completely, which causes Rapunzel to cry out quietly. She sucks in a deep breath through the nose, but nods when he looks to her worriedly. She lets Eugene know that it's okay to move, that she's okay.
So he does, and it's bliss – pure, unmatchable bliss. Eugene hangs his head, resting it against her shoulder, because he doesn't have the strength to do much more in this moment. He's never felt anything like her before. She's so warm and wet, and God, she's /tight/.
Maybe it has something to do with that whole 'being in love' thing again, but Eugene feels like he's never understood sex until right now, even though he's spent so much time thinking he was an expert on the subject. All he can think over and over again as he thrusts in and out of her gently, painfully slow, is fuck, fuck, FUCK.
As the ever-so-gentle thrusts continue, Rapunzel melts into a curious mixture of pleasure and pain, a feeling unlike anything she's ever felt before, a feeling she could never explain in coherent words. Before long, the pain has given way to pure pleasure, and the once-innocent princess is promptly begging Eugene to go faster, to give her more, more, /more/. More of this addicting feeling, more of himself.
The headboard hits the wall with a violent /slap/ with every long, deliberate thrust, thrusts that grow quicker and harder by the minute. Eugene braces his hand against the headboard as it rocks back and forth, knowing Lance will surely give him never-ending grief for this tomorrow morning. The two men share a bedroom wall in the guard's quarters, and Eugene knows his lifelong friend will, without a doubt, hear every moan, every cry of pleasure, every desperate word through the thin wall.
But he doesn't care. Right now, all Eugene cares about is the warm tightness surrounding his cock that feels /so fucking good/, and his beautiful princess writhing below him. All he cares about is the young woman in his arms that he loves more than anything he's ever loved before – more than the money he thought he so desperately wanted, more than the life he'd thought he'd wanted to live.
Now, he can't have her, either.
This is the woman he wants but can't really have, not once she leaves tonight. The woman he loves so much that it almost hurts to look at her like this, panting under him shamelessly, experiencing the unexplainable feeling of satisfied lust and desire for the first time. It hurts to see her like this, a hurt that is big and deep, because Eugene knows it will probably be the first and last time he'll ever get to feel this with her.
And he knows that's a wound that will never heal.
Morning, no matter how much Eugene wishes he could stop it, will surely come. And the reality that she isn't his anymore will sink in once again, even more painfully than the first time he realized it.
It hurts, because now he knows what it's like to make love to her. Now he knows. And he's not sure he's ever going to be able to move on from that.
"Eu— Eugene —"
Rapunzel moans loudly as he thrusts into her, deep and hard. With each thrust, Eugene lets every ounce of anger he's felt in the last three months seep out of him and into her, in a new form of passionate emotion: love.
Eugene considers covering her mouth with his hand to muffle her cries, lest one of the other guards may hear. He doesn't trust most of them, and he knows that some of them still don't trust him either, what with his colored past and all. They don't believe that he's truly changed, and maybe, with good reason.
Although he's made some friends here, Eugene is sure that a significant portion of his coworkers are still searching for any excuse to get him thrown out of the palace, or better yet, thrown into prison like he surely deserves. After all, he'd really given them a run for their money, and had made their jobs incredibly difficult for a solid few years. Now, they were being expected to work alongside him, as if those years had never happened.
The newly married princess moaning in his bed would be the perfect opportunity to get Eugene fired, if someone really wanted to make it happen.
Despite his concerns, Eugene decides against muffling her cries, determining that the sound of her voice moaning /his/ name instead of Charles' is worth running the risk of being caught. Well worth it. Besides, Eugene knows he'll never get the chance to hear it again, so he's going to cling to it for as long as he can.
He's already lost the love of his life forever, the person that gave him a reason to be better. What else can a man really lose?