date night

[fatesdesign]

After a nice dinner with Peter, the two of them end up wandering hand in hand as they talk. They seem to be drifting in a direction that's vaguely towards home, but she isn't quite ready for that yet. She's a bit relaxed from the one glass of wine she had with dinner, and the night air is balmy enough that she doesn't even need a jacket over her dress.

Their hands stay interlocked between them and Rapunzel rests her other hand on the inside of his elbow, pulling him to a stop once she realizes that they're in front of the independent movie theater. As she understands it, it's an older theater with an old-fashioned marquee and a balcony inside, and much smaller than the fancy multiplex downtown.

"Didn't you want to see this?" Rapunzel asks as she gestures over to one of the posters on display. Something about it rings a bell, and as she looks at the dates she realizes that the movie is nearing the end of its run. "It's an old scary movie, right? Do you want to go?"

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[fatesdesign]

“Funny?” She kisses the hollow of his throat and lifts her head to look at him, swallowing hard when his fingers brush the sensitive inside of her knee. “I kind of thought it was supposed to be a rite of passage. I’ve never done it.”

She’s whispering, even though they’re alone on the balcony, because she doesn’t want to be rude or call attention to them. Even so, she giggles softly and kisses his cheek again. “Which you knew already. If I haven’t done it with you, I haven’t done it.”

[healthymalehost]

"I, uh. I have. Just, you know," he murmured, her hair tickling his nose as she leaned in close. "Not with you."

Hopefully, he wouldn't have to remind her that she was different, in pretty much every single way. Now wasn't really the time to talk, anyway. So, he lifted a hand to her cheek, pulling her into a thorough kiss.

Fuck the movie. He couldn't remember why he'd wanted to see it, in the first place.

[fatesdesign]

Rapunzel is just about to tell him that he can change that when he pulls her in for a kiss, and she hums softly against his mouth as she leans in to return it. His tongue traces the seam of her mouth and she happily grants him access, kissing him deeply.

His hand is still resting over her breast and she reaches up to press hers over it, encouraging him as she shuffles closer. It’s very exciting to be kissing like this, here in the theater. It’s something she has only seen in movies, and she makes another soft, pleased noise as she suckles gently at his bottom lip.

“You’re missing the movie,” she teases against his mouth, even though she has no intention of letting him stop kissing her.

[healthymalehost]

"What?" He mumbled, pulling back just long enough to give the screen a distracted glance. "I don't care about the movie," he decided, grinning crookedly, squeezing her breast gently, the pad of his thumb circling the slightly hardened peak of her nipple, which he could feel through the fabric of her dress.

He knew they needed to be careful, but it was undeniably exciting, testing to see how much they could get away with in the darkened, deserted balcony of the theater.

[fatesdesign]

"Good." A soft gasp leaves her as Peter's thumb finds her nipple, and she kisses hi again to keep from making any noise. By this point she would probably be working her way out of her clothes so that she could have Peter's warm hands against her bare skin, but she can't do that here. Now that she thinks she can't have it, all she wants in the world is his mouth on her breasts.

The teasing touch of his fingers through the fabric is nearly maddening, in a thrilling sort of way, and she feels nearly giddy with it as she licks into his mouth. Her hand sneaks under the hem of his shirt to rest against against his hip, thumb hooked in his waistband as her other hand rests against his chest.

Heat flares between her legs and she shifts her hips a little, thighs tensing as she lets one leg fall out of her cross-legged position to hang down towards the floor.

"This is really fun," she whispers against his mouth, giggling a little before silencing herself with another kiss.

[healthymalehost]

Laughing softly against her lips, he said something really cool and smooth, like, "Yeah," as he let his hand fall away from her neck, resting instead against her knee.

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, resting there against the warm skin of her thigh.

[fatesdesign]

When Peter's hand touches the bare inside of her thigh under her dress, Rapunzel lifts her head and looks around the balcony again. They're still alone, and she turns back to meet his gaze. A loud noise from the movie makes her jump slightly, gasping against Peter's mouth as she moves in closer.

Her thigh tenses under Peter's palm and she bites her bottom lip for a moment before reaching for the white cardigan she draped over the seat next to her. She pulls the soft material over her lap, over Peter's hand, and then leans in to kiss him again.

[healthymalehost]

His brain was a crackle of white noise.

It was pretty embarrassing, how slack-jawed and clumsy he became, the second she did anything even remotely surprising. It wasn't his fault, considering how stupidly hot she was, and how willing she was to keep busting through every expectation most people might've had of her. He knew her, and she still managed to completely throw him.

Plowing ahead, his hand slipped higher, his own breath hitching as his fingertips grazed the cotton of her panties, her skin blazing hot behind that thin scrap of fabric.

[fatesdesign]

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.

[healthymalehost]

Lifting his head, Peter gave a brief, guilty look around the auditorium, but they were still alone on that balcony, hidden in shadows. Tipping his head back to give her more room, he slid his hand a little higher, touching her with more purpose, still over the fabric of her underwear. He stroked his fingertips over that growing slick spot, biting the inside of his cheek as he imagined the transparent circle of wetness on the thin, white cotton.

"Shh," he murmured, his fingers catching on the elastic at the leg holes of her panties and tugging the fabric gently aside.

[fatesdesign]

For some reason, Peter shushing her makes her shiver. Perhaps it’s because it reminds her that what they’re doing is wrong. It isn’t wrong in the grand scheme of things, she doesn’t think, but it’s an illicit sort of thing that maybe nice girls aren’t supposed to do. Everyone always tells Rapunzel how nice she is, and she knows it to be true. Maybe she wants to do a not so nice thing for once. It isn’t hurting anyone, after all.

So, Peter shushes her and she nods jerkily, opening her mouth against his neck as he tugs her panties aside to touch her where she’s slick and molten hot. His fingertips brush her clit and she jerks a little, gripping Peter’s thigh while her other hand clutches so hard at the arm rest that her knuckles go white.

Having Peter’s fingers inside of her isn’t new, but it’s still so exciting. This only adds to it all, this adventurous little tryst, and she noses aside the collar of his shirt so she can fix her mouth to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, sucking at his skin every time she wants to make a noise.

[healthymalehost]

Okay, so, this was happening. It felt a little like being detached from himself, not because it was a bad thing... Or even all that different from something he would've done at fifteen on a date with a girl he really liked. A girl he didn't really know, but she was pretty and smelled really good and he was a hormonal idiot.

But this was different, because it was Rapunzel. His girlfriend, of a year, and the coolest person he'd ever known. So, maybe it was shock, because they'd never actually done anything this crazy, and it was so fucking hot he was pretty sure his brain had melted out of his ears.

Breathing into the curve of her neck, he circled her clit with the tip of his index finger, her thighs clamped tight around his wrist. His fingers slid into her, where she was already dripping wet, and he thought about dragging her into his lap, about fucking her right there. They wouldn't do that-- neither of them were that bold or that stupid, but God, if the thought of it didn't make him hard enough to cut glass.

[fatesdesign]

It's when Peter's fingers slide into her that Rapunzel realizes that she has never really had to try and be quiet when we're doing this before. The pressure makes her let out a quiet whimper that she does her best to bite back, teeth pressing into her bottom lip as she tilts her head back against the seat.

The position isn't the best for this, but she shifts her hips the slightest bit and his fingers sink in deeper, making her clutch tighter at his wrist. When her head falls once again to Peter's shoulder, she can see the bulge in his jeans and she resists the urge to reach over and palm at it. That might be too risky, she thinks.

She breathes out his name instead, a soft whisper, and vows to make it up to him once they're back home, and he can get inside of her.

[healthymalehost]

"Do you wanna go home? We could go home," he whispered urgently, even as he brushed his knuckle across her clit, rocking his fingers into her as best he could at the awkward angle.

He thought, a little wildly, of sneaking into the bathroom with her, locking themselves in a stall and getting inside her, but this wasn't some dingy bar where they could probably get away with it. This was a theater. There could be kids around.

Plus, would she even be into that kind of thing? Regardless, the image of it stuck in his mind, her skirt hiked around her waist and her legs around his hips, biting at each other's mouths to keep quiet. He groaned softly, reaching down to press his free hand against his aching cock, willing it to go down.

[fatesdesign]

“Yes, I want to go home,” she agrees breathlessly, nodding as she looks over at him with wide eyes. This is all very fun and exciting, and she’s always up for trying something new, but she would much rather be at home in bed, or even bent over the sofa. That’d be new and fun, too.

Mostly, she just wants to be able to touch him back, and make noise when something feels good.

She shudders at the twist of his fingers and then grips his wrist to pull his hand away, blushing furiously as she wipes his fingers on the inside of her dress.

The movie is only halfway through, but it isn’t as if they’ve been paying any attention. She leans over to kiss him and then stands up and grabs his hand, tugging him down the aisle.

As they leave the theater and enter the lobby, they pass an attendant heading inside with a small flashlight and a clipboard, and Rapunzel lets out a loud giggle.

“That was a close one,” she says, turning to throw her arms around Peter and give him another kiss. She feels a telltale poke at her hip and reaches up to cup his cheeks to kiss him again, more softly this time. “Let’s go home, and I can take care of you.”