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If asked, Rapunzel would like to think that she handles pressure pretty well. She keeps a cool head in tense situations, and usually has too much of a sunny outlook to stress too much about things. Don't sweat the small stuff. She heard that once, and she liked it a lot.

But this isn't small stuff, not really. Starting her business had been a little stressful, but she had handled it well. Renting a studio space and doing all the necessary paperwork that comes with it, all while figuring out how to move all of her things to the new studio space all while Peter is bogged down with finals and can't really help. She's sure that he would have had she asked him, but she didn't want to bother him while he was studying.

Even though they live in the same apartment and share the same bed, it feels a little like they've been living separate lives for the past few weeks. They seem to keep missing each other during the day, and then fall into bed at night too exhausted to really connect. She misses him, even though he's right there. It's no one's fault and nothing is wrong; they're both just so busy.

One afternoon when Rapunzel finds herself alone in the apartment, with all of her tailoring supplies packed up in neatly labeled boxes in preparation for the moving truck the next day, she realizes that she has nothing pressing to do. No phone calls to make, no papers to sign, no clients asking for a rush on their order. It's a little thrilling, honestly, and she takes a deep breath and decides to take a bath.

Pascal heads to his little cabinet nook and Rapunzel goes into their room to grab some things for a ridiculously extravagant bubble bath, and when she opens her underwear drawer for a particular pair of silky purple shorts, her eyes catch on the velvet bag nestled at the back of the drawer. Inside is the small vibrator Peter got her for Valentine's Day, and she bites her lip before grabbing that as well.

She's never used it without Peter, but it has been awhile since they've been together like that, and she could use a little stress relief. Once she puts on some music and sinks into the bath, draping her hair over the side, she soaks for a bit and then looks over at the velvet bag, tapping her fingers against the porcelain before reaching for it and taking out the toy.

It's purple, her favorite color. Peter is so thoughtful.

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Peter was exhausted.

It was just community college, and he only had a handful of finals, but he wasn't all that used to actually applying himself. He wanted to be able to transfer to Barton in a couple semesters, and to do that, he actually needed to get through all his classes without flunking.

So, he'd studied. Actually studied, and he knew that he'd done okay. Okay enough to get him a passing grade, at least. That was all he really cared about. On top of that, Rapunzel had moved her workshop into a studio space, the timing of it ensuring that he didn't really have the time to help. Which sucked, and he felt kind of bad, but she'd been understanding, as usual.

"Anybody home?" he called, a bit halfheartedly, throwing his bag onto the couch and heading towards the back. He could hear the tub running, he thought. Or maybe that was a hairdryer?

There was warm light seeping under their bathroom door, and he thought he heard Rapunzel, humming or maybe singing or...

He pushed open the door, his eyes widening. It was kind of stupid, considering how many times they'd actually had sex, but there was something shocking about walking in on her with her hand working between her legs, the little purple toy he'd bought her disappearing into—

"Whoa, sorry, I'll just—" He turned abruptly, crashing into the doorframe with a grunted, "Ow, fuck."

Well, this is very nice. Not as nice as it is with Peter, but better than it usually is when she's by herself. She has her eyes closed as she works the toy in and out of her body, breathing heavily as she slides her other hand up her chest under the water. She feels close a lot sooner than she expected, and she lets out a breathy little moan as pleasure builds and builds and--

And then the bathroom door flies open and Rapunzel lets out a startled yelp, shocked and embarrassed by the interruption even though this is her house and she wasn't doing anything wrong. Once she realizes that it's Peter, because of course it is, who else would it be, she turns just in time to see him walk into the door.

She lets out a giggle and claps her hand over her mouth, twisting the toy off with her other hand before sitting up a little in the tub. She sets the toy on the edge and then lifts a hand to gesture him over, smiling even though she's blushing pretty much head to toe. "Come here, sweetheart. You don't have to go anywhere."

"Ow," he said again, laughing weakly as he took her hand and sat on the edge of the toilet seat.

"That was really smooth, huh."

He prodded carefully at his nose, relieved when it seemed like he hadn't done something really stupid, like broken it.

"It was sweet," she admits, because she likes that Peter is still like this even after all the times they've been together. He never acts like it's something expected, and all that does is make her want to be with him even more. He's still so sweet to her, still thinks that she's exciting, even after all this time.

"I was thinking about you," she says after a moment, holding onto his hand as she lifts the other from the water, thumb still hooked around the toy as she rests it against her chest. She lets her expression turn into a pout that's half-teasing and half-sincere and tugs gently at his hand to try and urge him onto his knees. "I miss you."

"I'm right here," he promised, even though they both knew that neither of them had really been present lately. But he was definitely present, now. Ho-boy, was he.

Sliding down onto his knees beside the tub, he reached for her, leaning in to catch her in a lingering kiss.

"You can, um. You can finish. I mean, if you want to," he murmured against her lips. "I want you to."

When Peter leans in, Rapunzel lifts her head to meet the kiss eagerly, letting out a soft, pleased sound against his mouth. When he speaks, she grins against his mouth and presses another soft kiss to it.

"Is that right?" A flush rises to her cheeks at the thought, but Peter has seen every part of her before. He knows what she looks like when she's overwhelmed with pleasure, because he's always the one that causes it.

She turns the toy back on, breath hitching at the slight buzz, and she keeps her forehead pressed against Peter's as she slips the toy beneath the water and back between her legs. A soft whimper escapes her and she kisses Peter again, letting their mouths linger before she pulls back just enough to look at him.

"Will you help me?" She breathes out, glancing to where his hand is resting on the the lip of the tub before leaning in to kiss him again.

"Yeah, uh-huh," he said dumbly, shuffling closer until he was pressed against the side of the tub, his grip on the fiberglass easing so that he could dip his hand beneath the water.

He rested it first against the flat of her belly, asking breathlessly, "What do you want?"

Rapunzel tips her head back against the edge of the tub and watches Peter's face, breath hitching at the gentle press of his hand. She shifts the toy until it's resting just above her clit under the water, and she bites her lip as her hips shift.

"Your fingers?" Her other hand curls around his wrist, squeezing as her mouth falls open on a soft moan. "Please? It feels so good when you do that."

Her hand slides up his arm, out of the water and along the inside of his elbow as she pulls him closer. "And then after we can do whatever you'd like."

He muttered something, less a word and more a collection of sounds, his head bobbing in an agreeable nod. They were going to make a mess of the bathroom, but even when he wasn't so hard that his brain was probably working on fifty-percent oxygen, he wouldn't have given a shit.

His hand dipped between her legs, groaning at the buzz of the toy she'd pressed against her clit. He rubbed gently at the outer lips of her cunt, teasing her for a moment, before pressing his middle finger inside. It slid in so easy that he quickly followed it with another. The angle was awkward but he'd make it work.

"I probably won't fit in the tub, huh?" He asked, with a goofy, boyish grin.

When Peter's fingers press into her, Rapunzel can't help the low moan that escapes her, and she tips her head back against the edge of the tub as she rocks her hips up against his hand. He presses them deeper, easily finding that wonderful spot inside of her, and that coupled with the buzz of the toy makes the pleasure rise within her until her thighs start to shake.

"You could try," she says after a moment, opening her eyes to grin up at him. He looks so enamored with her, and Rapunzel knows that she looks the same. "Is that where you want to have me?"

"I don't know. I want you to come first," he said distractedly, hooking his fingers inside of her, his dick painfully hard in his jeans. He could practically feel the buzzing of the toy in the back of his teeth, his nerves jangling and restless.

They really should be careful about flooding the bathroom, since they were on the second floor, but he really couldn't be trusted to make good decisions right then.

"It won't take long," she assures him, because Peter knows just how to touch her. He's learned her body by now, and knows exactly how to feel good. That intimate knowledge, along with the new sensation of the buzzing toy, has her pleasure climbing faster than she would have thought, and she lets out a gasping moan as she arches up into him.

"Peter," she breathes out, using her free hand to grip Peter's forearm, squeezing hard as she lets out a loud cry. His fingers press in hard against that perfect spot inside of her, and she yelps as she comes, closing her thighs around his hand as she curls around him. She holds the toy against her body until she becomes too sensitive and then flicks it off before letting go so it sinks to the bottom of the tub.

"Oh, wow," she chuckles breathlessly, blinking as the stars clear from her vision. "I feel much more relaxed now."