Cheer Up, Mopey
Prompt: Cheer Up Smut
Warnings: Smut, cuteness that will make you gag
Rapunzel lay on her side, slightly curled in on herself, staring at the far wall with glassy eyed disinterest. She didn’t move at all. She just stared and stared, letting her thoughts lie with her across the bed, where she wouldn’t have to pick them up and look at them.
She didn’t even blink when Eugene stuck his head in the room, nor when he flopped down onto the bed next to her with a sigh. His boots fell to the floor with a series of thunks, and he scooted closer to her, the mattress depressing under his weight, gravity attempting to draw her closer.
They lay there a moment and she dared to hope for a moment that he wouldn’t push her, that he would let her just sit in her moping misery.
“You’re upside down,” he said, poking at one of her toes. It was a sign of how horrible she felt that the gesture wasn’t ticklish.
“I was here first. You’re the one who’s upside down,” she said petulantly.
He sat up and leaned across her, resting his elbow on the bed in front of her, resting his side against hers to face her in a funny kind of way. He took hold of her hands, clasped in front of her chin, to rub soothing shapes against her knuckles.
“What’s wrong?”
She frowned, not wanting to talk about it.
But he sat there and watched her until she gave in.
“I’m out of blue paint,” she mumbled.
He looked up to inspect the massive canvas she had set against the wall depicting a half finished portrait of a girl crying under the stars. It was one of several she had done lately, most of which were stacked nearby. He could just make out the different shades of blue around one painting’s edges before it was obscured by the next picture in the stack.
“That’s hardly surprising,” he said softly, the words teasing, the tone soothing. “Your blue period is prolific.”
She didn’t respond.
“You know,” he prodded, “there’s a pretty simple solution to that particular problem.”
Nothing.
“Do you want to go with me to get some more paint?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to go get it for you?”
“No.”
“Do you want to sit here and act all down and un-Rapunzel like?”
“Humpf.”
He watched her for a moment, before slipping an arm around her waist and dropping
a kiss against her elbow. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“How much?” she asked begrudgingly.
He moved up her arm, describing the extent of his love between feather light kisses. “I love you to itty bitty pieces. I love you more than the moon and the stars,” he said against her shoulder, “I love you if you’re swimming in blue paint or if there’s not a single drop within three hundred miles.”
She giggled despite herself and sighed as he made his way up her neck, leaving behind a tingling trail that warmed her blood.
“I love you so much it hurts. Oh, God, Rapunzel, I love you so much that I’m actually in pain.”
His breath against her ear caused her to shudder as he whispered, “You are amazing.”
He drew her up to sit and face him, cradling her form against his chest, and she smiled into his kiss.
His hands dragged over her form, molding to her every curve, imprinting every shape and contour into his coarse fingers. He drew every one of her muscles taut with his touch, and she could feel her worries slip away to be replaced with raw desire. He cupped her shoulder blades and slowly stole down the length of her spine and somehow it felt as if she had grown wings.
“I love you more than flowers love rain,” she murmured, her arms slipping around his neck, her eyes closing as she reveled in the sensations tightening in her stomach.
“And I love you more than zombies love brains,” he quipped, kissing her quickly and repeatedly between her giggles, until his thumbs skimmed across her sides and she moaned into his mouth and pulled him in for something less chaste that made her warm and tingly all the way to her fingertips.
After a heated moment of pressing closer and closer, of drawing warmth and passion from his lips, his hands sunk down to her ass and she had to break free of the kiss to gasp. He held her possessively in both hands, kneading her flesh and forming a great, twisted ball of desire in the pit of her stomach.
With a groan, she scurried to straddle him, moving awkwardly, but not caring as long as it brought him closer, and she pushed him backwards onto the bed, to fumble at the clasps on his vest.
She grinned as the last clasp snapped loose and she dove forward, pushing as much of the leather away as she could, declaring, “I love you more than pirates love gold.”
“You’d make a good pirate,” he muttered, his eyes dark, his hands roaming to her hips to pull her flush against him.
Her breath caught and her words stuttered, “You- think so?”
“Yeah. Mmm. We’d get you a cutlass and a bandana for your hair. Set out to sea in a little boat, just you and me.”
“And steal things?”
“Yeah. Stealing things.” His eyes rolled closed and he swallowed thickly as she ran her hands wantonly over his chest, not quite satisfied with the feel of him through his shirt. Her body bowed, following her needy fingers that ran up to his shoulders and she sprawled against him, on top of him to feel his labored breathing against her breasts and stomach, to feel the rapid pulse by his collar bone under her lips.
“I love you more than you love your nose,” she said.
He chuckled against her ear, his resonant voice and warm breath sending deep tremors across her skin. “That much?”
“That much.”
He pulled her up for a kiss and tangled a hand in her hair, before pulling back to look her in the eye. His gaze was so serious and yet so loving that she couldn’t help but grin. It was like he was overflowing with adoration, so much so that he didn’t even bother to control it like he usually did. He didn’t care if she knew. He didn’t care if anyone knew. He was open and honest and absolutely smitten.
“I would do anything or you, you know.”
“You already have.”
His mouth twitched towards a smile and he quirked one of his eyebrows at her. “I was thinking more along the lines of finding the perfect paint, but,” he sighed, “I guess more tragically heroic gestures will just have to do.”
She giggled and bent to kiss him again before snuggling her nose into the crook of his neck and finding a comfy spot, safe in his arms.
Warnings: Smut, cuteness that will make you gag
Rapunzel lay on her side, slightly curled in on herself, staring at the far wall with glassy eyed disinterest. She didn’t move at all. She just stared and stared, letting her thoughts lie with her across the bed, where she wouldn’t have to pick them up and look at them.
She didn’t even blink when Eugene stuck his head in the room, nor when he flopped down onto the bed next to her with a sigh. His boots fell to the floor with a series of thunks, and he scooted closer to her, the mattress depressing under his weight, gravity attempting to draw her closer.
They lay there a moment and she dared to hope for a moment that he wouldn’t push her, that he would let her just sit in her moping misery.
“You’re upside down,” he said, poking at one of her toes. It was a sign of how horrible she felt that the gesture wasn’t ticklish.
“I was here first. You’re the one who’s upside down,” she said petulantly.
He sat up and leaned across her, resting his elbow on the bed in front of her, resting his side against hers to face her in a funny kind of way. He took hold of her hands, clasped in front of her chin, to rub soothing shapes against her knuckles.
“What’s wrong?”
She frowned, not wanting to talk about it.
But he sat there and watched her until she gave in.
“I’m out of blue paint,” she mumbled.
He looked up to inspect the massive canvas she had set against the wall depicting a half finished portrait of a girl crying under the stars. It was one of several she had done lately, most of which were stacked nearby. He could just make out the different shades of blue around one painting’s edges before it was obscured by the next picture in the stack.
“That’s hardly surprising,” he said softly, the words teasing, the tone soothing. “Your blue period is prolific.”
She didn’t respond.
“You know,” he prodded, “there’s a pretty simple solution to that particular problem.”
Nothing.
“Do you want to go with me to get some more paint?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to go get it for you?”
“No.”
“Do you want to sit here and act all down and un-Rapunzel like?”
“Humpf.”
He watched her for a moment, before slipping an arm around her waist and dropping
a kiss against her elbow. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“How much?” she asked begrudgingly.
He moved up her arm, describing the extent of his love between feather light kisses. “I love you to itty bitty pieces. I love you more than the moon and the stars,” he said against her shoulder, “I love you if you’re swimming in blue paint or if there’s not a single drop within three hundred miles.”
She giggled despite herself and sighed as he made his way up her neck, leaving behind a tingling trail that warmed her blood.
“I love you so much it hurts. Oh, God, Rapunzel, I love you so much that I’m actually in pain.”
His breath against her ear caused her to shudder as he whispered, “You are amazing.”
He drew her up to sit and face him, cradling her form against his chest, and she smiled into his kiss.
His hands dragged over her form, molding to her every curve, imprinting every shape and contour into his coarse fingers. He drew every one of her muscles taut with his touch, and she could feel her worries slip away to be replaced with raw desire. He cupped her shoulder blades and slowly stole down the length of her spine and somehow it felt as if she had grown wings.
“I love you more than flowers love rain,” she murmured, her arms slipping around his neck, her eyes closing as she reveled in the sensations tightening in her stomach.
“And I love you more than zombies love brains,” he quipped, kissing her quickly and repeatedly between her giggles, until his thumbs skimmed across her sides and she moaned into his mouth and pulled him in for something less chaste that made her warm and tingly all the way to her fingertips.
After a heated moment of pressing closer and closer, of drawing warmth and passion from his lips, his hands sunk down to her ass and she had to break free of the kiss to gasp. He held her possessively in both hands, kneading her flesh and forming a great, twisted ball of desire in the pit of her stomach.
With a groan, she scurried to straddle him, moving awkwardly, but not caring as long as it brought him closer, and she pushed him backwards onto the bed, to fumble at the clasps on his vest.
She grinned as the last clasp snapped loose and she dove forward, pushing as much of the leather away as she could, declaring, “I love you more than pirates love gold.”
“You’d make a good pirate,” he muttered, his eyes dark, his hands roaming to her hips to pull her flush against him.
Her breath caught and her words stuttered, “You- think so?”
“Yeah. Mmm. We’d get you a cutlass and a bandana for your hair. Set out to sea in a little boat, just you and me.”
“And steal things?”
“Yeah. Stealing things.” His eyes rolled closed and he swallowed thickly as she ran her hands wantonly over his chest, not quite satisfied with the feel of him through his shirt. Her body bowed, following her needy fingers that ran up to his shoulders and she sprawled against him, on top of him to feel his labored breathing against her breasts and stomach, to feel the rapid pulse by his collar bone under her lips.
“I love you more than you love your nose,” she said.
He chuckled against her ear, his resonant voice and warm breath sending deep tremors across her skin. “That much?”
“That much.”
He pulled her up for a kiss and tangled a hand in her hair, before pulling back to look her in the eye. His gaze was so serious and yet so loving that she couldn’t help but grin. It was like he was overflowing with adoration, so much so that he didn’t even bother to control it like he usually did. He didn’t care if she knew. He didn’t care if anyone knew. He was open and honest and absolutely smitten.
“I would do anything or you, you know.”
“You already have.”
His mouth twitched towards a smile and he quirked one of his eyebrows at her. “I was thinking more along the lines of finding the perfect paint, but,” he sighed, “I guess more tragically heroic gestures will just have to do.”
She giggled and bent to kiss him again before snuggling her nose into the crook of his neck and finding a comfy spot, safe in his arms.