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."
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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."