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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[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.”