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What-You-Don-t-Know

What-You-Don-t-Know

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Chapter 1 It's become very clear to Eugene that Rapunzel has little to no understanding of amorous affection. She knows that if she holds Eugene's hand when she's scared he'll rub his thumb across her knuckles and she'll be filled with strength enough to clench her jaw and be brave. She knows from her mother – from Gothel – that you hug someone to say that you love them even though they're plain looking or silly or ask ridiculous questions. She knows that both Gothel back in the tower and now th
Chapter 1 It's become very clear to Eugene that Rapunzel has little to no understanding of amorous affection. She knows that if she holds Eugene's hand when she's scared he'll rub his thumb across her knuckles and she'll be filled with strength enough to clench her jaw and be brave. She knows from her mother – from Gothel – that you hug someone to say that you love them even though they're plain looking or silly or ask ridiculous questions. She knows that both Gothel back in the tower and now th

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It's become very clear to Eugene that Rapunzel has little to no understanding of amorousaffection.She knows that if she holds Eugene's hand when she's scared he'll rub his thumb across herknuckles and she'll be filled with strength enough to clench her jaw and be brave. Sheknows from her mother
from Gothel
that you hug someone to say that you love themeven though they're plain looking or silly or ask ridiculous questions. She knows that bothGothel back in the tower and now the king and queen kiss her cheek or her forehead to wishher sweet dreams. And she knows from a few stories she read (before Gothel had theinclination to read them more closely) that you should kiss someone on the lips when thesight of them makes your heat pound and your neck feel warm. She knows that when shekisses Eugene it feels like there's this warm joy inside her heart and it bubbles up out to herarms like fireflies dancing on her skin.Rapunzel kisses like a child would kiss. She puckers her lips and presses them againstEugene's. She'll hold them there for a moment, then pull back and smile. There's usually asmacking noise at the end - mwah - one that really has no necessity to be there, one thatshe picked up long ago from Gothel. Her kisses are short and simple. They make Eugenefeel like he's being tickled just beneath his skin. He knows that they shouldn't really leavehim breathless, but they usually do. He knows that they always leave him wanting more.Rapunzel thinks it's a nice feeling and she enjoys it. But it never occurs to her that theremight be something more to it than that.Eugene knows there's more to it. He knows that there is much, much more and he knowsthat it's fantastic, and he has this idea that with Rapunzel it would be even more fantasticthan usual, but he doesn't know why he thinks that. He also knows that Rapunzel has noidea that there's a whole other world of sensation, and she is perfectly content to leavethings as they are. The knowledge of these contradictory facts and the knowledge that thereis very little he can do to make them meet somewhere in the middle is driving him crazy.He could sit her down and explain it to her. He could explain it the same way he explainedwhat a cup cake was, or why you would want to drink a beer even though it tastes "nasty,"or why people stare at her when she splashes around in the fountain. He could explain it theway he explained more complex, abstract concepts like honor and moral relativism andunconditional love. The part of his brain controlled by Flynn Rider tells him that he couldexplain it quite easily by pressing her against a wall and kissing her soundly until sheunderstood.But that seems wrong, and he can't bring himself to do it, and he can't figure out why.
 
Maybe it's because she's so innocent. She's so sweet and perfect and he can't bring himself to sully that. It's one of the things that makes her the way she is. It's one of the things helikes about her. But on the other hand
she's so innocent 
. Isn't it his job as the dashing,roguish vagabond to steal that innocence away, to fully embrace that part of her, to wraphimself up in it and breathe it in as she gasps and whispers his name in a way she's neverwhispered anything before?It could be because she's a princess and if her father found out then his life would be forfeit.But wouldn't it be worth it? And didn't it seem like the king kind of liked him? And would itreally have stopped him from trying a month ago? No. That would have been the part thatmade it dangerous and exciting. He'd had multiple experiences where he met a girl's fatheras the man barged into the room, shouting and cursing. The girl would yell, "Daddy, no!"and Flynn would grab one boot, pull up his pants, and escape out the nearest window. Goodtimes.Good times that he does not want to repeat with Rapunzel.It could be because he actually cares about this girl and he wants to do right by her and hewants to protect her from everyone out there who would do such unspeakable things to her,even if he's included in that group. But that's just stupid. That would imply that he's fallingfor her and that kind of thing just doesn't happen to Flynn Rider.He catches himself staring at her during dinner with an absent smile on his face. She'senthusiastically telling her father of her latest discovery that feral cats have claws and areeasily startled. She grins and shoves back her sleeve to show off three thin lines that runthe length of her forearm. The king laughs and Eugene realizes that he's been staring. Heaverts his eyes and takes a sip of whatever it is that's being served tonight. When he looksup again he sees the queen watching him. The corner of her mouth quirks and there's fartoo much understanding in her eyes for Eugene's liking.The next day Rapunzel's wearing nothing but her corset and her petticoats as she explainsto him that she and Pascal can't figure out how the clasps on her dress work. Scowlingdown at the green, velvet monstrosity that's laid out across her bed, she crosses her arms just below her chest, forcing her breasts to bunch and swell upwards. She pops out a hipand Eugene's fingers twitch at the thought of how that hip would feel if he grasped it.He clears his throat and easily demonstrates how to latch the hooks and eyes that run downthe dress' back. Of course he knows how they work. Buttons, clasps, zippers, ties, youname it and he has at one point figured out how to work it. Most likely he did it while drunkand in the dark.Rapunzel tries it once and then excitedly practices on three more, her thin fingers running
 
up the hooks like the wings of a moth. With a bit of difficulty, she pulls them all open again,and in a flurry of spinning fabric, she grabs up the dress and throws it over her head. For amoment she's completely obscured in a mass of green, then one hand appears followed byanother. She pulls her head out and shoves the dress down to rest on her hips.She grins up at Eugene, looking far too proud of herself considering that her many layers of skirts are all crumpled together so that the floor length dress barely reaches her knees. "I just learned to do that," she says. "I never used to be able to put a dress on over my head."Eugene has to help her straighten her skirts, and before he knows it, he's on his knees infront of her, reaching under her dress to smooth one layer of netting after another. He'shelped with this kind of thing before - usually after a fling in a broom closet. Usually the girlwhose dress he's straightening tries to muffle her giggles and Eugene doesn't help at all bytrailing little kisses along her thigh. He notes that Rapunzel has very nice thighs, but heresists the temptation to touch them.She grins at him as he stands. It's not a come-hither grin or a grin flushed from the tinglingproximity of his warm hands. It's a grin of gratitude for a job well done and a grin of triumph for their conquest over the dress.He takes her by the shoulders and turns her around to provide assistance when it becomesclear that, even though she now knows how they work, she still can't fix all the latches onher back by herself. He marks the elegant column of her neck. It would be so easy to buryhis face against the junction of her throat and shoulder or her jaw just below her ear,breathe her in, fill himself with her scent
warm and earthy and womanly. He imagines thatif he runs the pads of his fingers along the bare curve of her shoulder blade, he'll be able tofeel her shiver. He'll be able to hear her breath catch.He pulls himself together and buttons up her dress.A week later the door to his bedroom creeks open in the middle of the night and he sits up,alert in the dark. He's generally a light sleeper, having been on the run and having spenttime with people who would stab him in the back just as fast as he would turn on them.Since he moved into the palace the guards have taken to patrolling regularly past his room.Their armor makes them clank as they walk and it wakes him up every time. But thisintrusion on his sleep is different."Who's there?""It's just me.""Goldie?"

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