There’s a small voice somewhere in the back of Rapunzel’s mind telling her that they shouldn’t be doing this, that it isn’t allowed, that they could get in trouble.

But some of the very best moments of her life have been a result of ignoring that very voice, so she does it again now. Her sense of adventure drives her, as does Peter’s eagerness and the press of his fingers against her underwear.

This isn’t exactly what she had planned when she dragged Peter into this theater, but she wanted something new. Something fun. And that’s exactly what she’s getting.

She spreads her legs a little wider as she opens her mouth against Peter’s neck, cheeks red as the thin fabric between her legs grows wet against Peter’s fingertips.