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Rapunzel made sure to book herself a few days off for Peter's spring break from school. They've both been busy, him with his classes and her with her work, and they could both use a few days to have nothing to do. She doesn't mind the work, and still finds it quite pleasing to actually have productive things filling her days, but even a busy a bee as her needs to take breaks.

Today is Peter's last class for a week, and Rapunzel has two finished commissions to deliver in the city before she's also free. The clients are pleasant, but the highlight of Rapunzel's day is when she finds a sale on bathing suits and sundresses at a boutique that she likes. It's still a little too cold for her to wear them just yet, but it's close enough to get excited and spend a little bit of the money she just earned.

Peter still isn't back when Rapunzel gets home, so she and Pascal head into the bedroom with her shopping bags so she can put things away. She ends up trying a few on instead, and she's lounging at her vanity in suit number three, working on braiding one thinner chunk of hair when she hears the front door open and close.

"Welcome home!" She shouts out as she jumps to her feet and heads down the hall, pausing in the frame at the end of it to strike a pose, one hand on her cocked out hip as she holds up a peace sign with the other. "I went shopping for things I don't need. How was your day?"

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Unfortunately, while he was still slogging through classes at the community college, his days were more than a little monotonous. It wasn't that he hated it, and he had a pretty decent music theory course on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but the rest of the week was pretty much wasted on freshman level requirements that he'd need to transfer to Barton next year.

Still, as he dumped his backpack on the far end of the couch and kicked off his shoes, he called out to her, "Not terrible."

He was smiling crookedly, arms folded across his chest, as he came to lean in the bedroom doorway. "You definitely needed that."

"Oh, do you think so?" Rapunzel says as she approaches, giving Peter a knowing smile. "I can't imagine why."

She steps in front of Peter and reaches up to grip the open sides of his hoodie, zippers digging into her palms as she presses up onto her toes to give him a quick kiss on the mouth.

"Just not terrible, huh?" She tips her head back and gives him a teasing pout, kissing him again before twirling away from him and hopping over her hair to hold up her shopping bag, letting it dangle from two fingers. "Maybe we can make it better. Would sitting there while I try on different swimsuits help?"

"Hell yeah, it would," he grinned, following her into the room and dropping down onto the end of the bed. "Anyway, It's community college. I'm not expecting anything mind-blowing."

Eventually, he'd get where he wanted to be, he just needed to take the long way to get there.

Unzipping his hoodie and shrugging out of it, he motioned her closer, offering with a crooked smile, "I can help?"

"I'm still proud of you," she assures him, but leaves it at that. They're supposed to leave school and work behind for a little while, so instead she just watches him tug off his hoodie and then grins as he reaches for her, flushing with happiness.

"Such a giver," she teases warmly, walking up to him until they're almost face to face. She tips her head up towards his, presses up onto her toes, and then turns suddenly to show him her back, tugging her hair aside to reveal her tattoo and the thin strings tying the bikini together. "I suppose you can untie me."

"Oh, yeah. I'm like, really selfless. Everyone's always saying that about me," he joked, which he thought was probably miles from the actual truth. Years of therapy and having friends and a girlfriend around to support him, he still had a hard time thinking of himself as anything but a bad person.

Leaning in to press a kiss to her tattoo, he tugged gently at the tie at the nape of her neck. The strings slipped from her shoulders, leaving them bare. It didn't matter how many times he'd seen her naked, he was always a little caught off guard by it.

A part of him kept waiting for her to decide she was wasting her time with him.

"I wouldn't be with you if you weren't a good person," she reminds him in an easy tone, because she knows that sometimes Peter needs a little reassurance. Everyone needs a little of that every so often, and she's happy to give it.

His lips are soft against her skin and she smiles, reaching up to hold the fabric against her breasts as the strings fall away just to be a bit of a tease as she turns to face him. Stepping back, she nudges the shopping bag with her foot, pushing it over toward him.

"You can pick out the next one," she tells him, leaning over to peer into the bag of assorted swimsuits without letting the purple scraps of fabric fall away from her chest. "What catches your eye?"

Huffing out a laugh, he admitted, "Nothing in the bag," even as he stooped to carefully dig around inside.

He pulled out something that was a jewel-toned blue. It looked like it was technically a one piece, but there were big cutouts along the torso, and he was curious how something like that would even work. "Uh, this one?"

"Good choice." With one arm covering her breasts, she reaches out to ruffle Peter's hair and then grab the suit, turning away to head for the bathroom. Before she reaches the door, she tugs the bikini away and tosses it over her shoulder at him.

In the room, she closes the door nearly all of the way, leaving it open enough for her hair, and changes into the suit. It is kind of a pain to get into, and when she finally gets everything into place, she glances at herself in the mirror. This suit seems to somehow cover both more and less than the kind she usually wears. The straps covering her breasts don't cover them entirely, leaving the bottoms of them visible under the fabric.

"Okay, I think you'll like this one," Rapunzel calls out as she fluffs her hair at the roots and quickly dabs a little bit of pink gloss on her lips. She opens the door and then walks back into the room as if it were a runway, stopping a few feet in front of him to cock her hip out to on side and pose with her hand on it. "What do we think?"