Chapter 4 - Curiosity Over Dinner

By: GottaHurtHim

The following evening, the royal dining hall had an air of quiet, intimate elegance. Candles flickered in their sconces along the walls, casting soft, warm light over the large mahogany table where Rapunzel and Eugene sat across from each other. The room was too grand for just the two of them, but that was what made it perfect. After the whirlwind of their wedding and the emotional intensity of their first night together, tonight was about something simple: just them, no one else, no interruptions.

Eugene leaned back in his chair, the remnants of dinner scattered across the table, his attention focused solely on Rapunzel. She looked radiant, her golden hair pinned loosely in a way that let a few strands fall around her face, the same playful energy in her eyes that had been there since this morning. They had spent most of the day laughing, exploring the palace gardens, and enjoying the simple pleasure of being alone together. But there was something more tonight, something simmering beneath the surface.

Rapunzel took a sip of her wine, her fingers playing absently with the stem of the glass as she looked across the table at Eugene, a small, mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. He raised an eyebrow at her, already sensing that she was up to something.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" he asked, his voice playful, but there was a knowing edge to his tone. After all, he had come to recognize that look—a spark of curiosity mixed with mischief, something that usually led to an adventure of some kind.

Rapunzel shrugged, her smile widening slightly as she set her glass down. "Oh, nothing," she said, but the way her eyes sparkled told a different story.

Eugene smirked, leaning forward slightly, resting his arms on the table as he gave her a teasing look. "Nothing, huh? You sure about that?"

"Absolutely," she said, her voice light, almost innocent, but there was a slight blush creeping up her cheeks as she looked away for a moment, focusing on the flicker of the candles on the table. The truth was, she had been thinking about him all day—the way his hands felt on her skin, the way their bodies had moved together the night before. And now, sitting here with him, alone in the soft glow of the candlelight, her mind wandered back to that place.

Her foot moved beneath the table, almost unconsciously, brushing lightly against his leg. Eugene froze for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he felt the gentle pressure of her foot against his ankle. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, his expression one of curiosity mixed with amusement. He had a feeling where this was going.

Rapunzel's smile widened, her foot moving a little higher, brushing up against his calf in a slow, deliberate motion. She glanced up at him, her eyes meeting his, and there was no mistaking the playful challenge in her gaze.

Eugene grinned, leaning back in his chair as if to give her more room to continue her exploration. "You're being awfully quiet over there," he teased, his voice low, laced with amusement. "Anything I should know about?"

Rapunzel bit her lip, her foot sliding further up his leg, her toes brushing against his knee now. "I'm just… curious," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of innocence and something decidedly less so. She had never done anything like this before, but she had seen enough from their first night together to feel more confident now. More daring.

Eugene felt a thrill shoot up his spine at the contact, the way her foot seemed to move so casually yet so deliberately. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his wine, trying to maintain his composure as her foot slid higher still, brushing against his thigh now. "Curious, huh?" he said, his voice a little rougher now, though he tried to keep his tone light.

Rapunzel nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief as her foot moved even higher, the pressure just enough to make his heart race. She had never imagined that something as simple as touching him like this, beneath the table, could make her feel so… powerful. The way his body tensed slightly, the way his eyes darkened, told her everything she needed to know.

Her toes grazed the inside of his thigh, lingering there for a moment as she watched his reaction, her own pulse quickening with every second. Eugene shifted slightly in his seat, his breath coming a little faster now, and he couldn't help but grin. "Well, it looks like someone's been learning a thing or two," he murmured, his voice low and thick with amusement.

Rapunzel giggled, her foot moving higher still, brushing against the edge of his crotch, her movements slow and teasing. "I had a good teacher," she whispered, her eyes meeting his again, and the look in them sent a thrill of excitement through Eugene.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes locked on hers as he gave her a slow, lazy smile. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice dropping lower as he shifted in his seat, feeling the heat of her touch spreading through him.

She nodded, her foot lightly stroking back and forth on what she could swear was a bigger bulge than a second ago. She enjoyed the testing, teasing, her breath coming a little faster now as she felt the tension building between them. "It's… fun," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she was surprised by her own boldness.

Eugene couldn't help but chuckle, his hand reaching under the table to catch her ankle, holding her in place for a moment. "Fun, huh?" he said, his thumb brushing over the delicate skin of her ankle, his touch gentle but firm. "I think I like this curious side of you."

Rapunzel smiled, her heart racing as she felt his hand on her ankle, his fingers tracing slow circles against her skin. The intimacy of it all—the flickering candlelight, the soft music playing in the background, the playful tension between them—made her feel more alive, more daring than she ever had before.

Her foot pressed against him again, just a little more firmly this time, and Eugene let out a slow breath, his grip tightening on her ankle for a moment as his own desire stirred within him. He could feel her growing bolder, and it sent a thrill through him that he hadn't expected.

He leaned back in his chair, releasing her ankle, his eyes never leaving hers. "Careful," he warned, his voice playful but with a hint of seriousness. "You might start something you can't finish."

Rapunzel's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward slightly, her foot brushing against him once more, lingering for just a moment longer than before. "Maybe I don't want to finish it just yet," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with intent.

Eugene's breath caught in his throat, his pulse quickening as her words settled over him. He could feel the tension building between them, the slow, deliberate game they were playing, and it was driving him wild. But he wasn't about to let her have all the control. Not yet.

He leaned forward, his hand reaching across the table to take hers, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as he gave her a teasing smile. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a playful edge.

Without breaking eye contact, Rapunzel removed her feet from his soft hands and slowly stood from her seat, the soft rustle of her gown filling the quiet room. She circled around the table, her bare feet making almost no sound as she approached him. Eugene's eyes tracked her every move, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her, unsure of what she was planning but already feeling the rush of excitement building.

When she reached his side, Rapunzel placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch light, but there was no hesitation as she knelt down in front of him. Eugene's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes widening slightly as he realized what she was doing. His hands instinctively gripped the arms of his chair as she settled on her knees, her golden hair falling loosely around her, framing her face in the soft glow of the candlelight.

"Rapunzel…" he whispered, his voice low and rough, filled with a mixture of surprise and desire. He could feel his pulse racing, his body responding to the sight of her like this—kneeling in front of him, her gaze filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated curiosity and intent.

Rapunzel didn't say anything at first. Instead, she smiled up at him, a soft, almost playful smile that made his heart skip a beat. Her fingers grazed the tops of his knees, moving slowly, teasingly, as she shifted a little closer, her body pressing lightly against his legs. The heat of her skin was palpable, and Eugene's breath came in shallow bursts as he watched her, his mind spinning with the anticipation of what she was about to do.

Her hands moved higher, sliding up the inside of his thighs with a slow, deliberate motion that made his entire body tense. She could feel the way he reacted to her touch, the way his muscles tightened beneath her fingers, and it gave her a sense of power that she hadn't expected. Rapunzel's heart raced, her own pulse quickening as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against the fabric of his trousers.

Eugene let out a shaky breath, his grip tightening on the arms of his chair as she reached the waistband of his trousers, her fingers playing lightly with the fabric. "Rapunzel," he said again, his voice softer this time, as if he was trying to catch his breath. "You don't have to…"

"I know," she whispered, cutting him off as she looked up at him through her lashes, her hands stilling for a moment. "But I want to."

Eugene swallowed hard, his throat tight as her words washed over him. There was something in the way she said it, something so sure, so confident, that made him feel like he was the one who needed to catch up. She wasn't just curious anymore—she was in control, and that realization sent a thrill through him that he couldn't quite explain.

Her fingers deftly undid the buttons at the top of his trousers, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she wanted to savor every second. Eugene's breath came in short, shallow bursts, his body reacting to her touch in a way that made it impossible to focus on anything else. He watched her with wide eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as she tugged gently at the fabric, pulling it down just enough to reveal the hardness beneath.

Rapunzel's breath hitched slightly, her eyes widening for a brief moment as she took in the sight of him, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against him as her hand moved with a slow, tentative touch, exploring him in a way that made Eugene's entire body tense with anticipation.

His hands slipped from the arms of the chair to rest gently on her shoulders, his fingers tightening slightly as he felt her move against him. "Rapunzel…" he whispered again, his voice thick with desire and the overwhelming sensation of her touch. He couldn't think straight, couldn't focus on anything but the way her hands moved, the way her breath felt against his skin.

Rapunzel's eyes flicked up to meet his, her lips curving into a soft smile as she continued to explore him with her hands, her touch becoming more confident with every passing second. She could feel the way his body responded to her, the way he trembled slightly beneath her fingers, and it gave her the courage to push a little further.

She leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against his skin, testing, teasing, before she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the sensitive spot just below his navel. Eugene's breath hitched, his grip on her shoulders tightening as he let out a low groan, his head falling back against the chair as he closed his eyes.

The sound of his voice, the way his body responded to her touch, made Rapunzel's own pulse race, a heat building deep inside her as she moved closer, her lips trailing soft kisses along his skin. She was careful, deliberate, her movements slow and exploratory, as if she was still learning what he liked, what made him react.

Eugene's fingers slipped into her hair, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as her hands moved lower, tracing the length of him with a light, teasing touch. "You're… you're going to drive me crazy," he muttered, his voice rough and filled with a barely restrained desire.