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"Good boy," she teases, just because of the way he's always so quick to say yes ma'am. Now that she's set this boundary and he's accepted it, she twists to sit astride his lap, stretching her legs out along the sofa as she leans against his chest, sliding one hand slowly back and forth as she tips her head back for more kisses.

His lips are so soft against her skin, and when something like guilt starts to creep into her mind, she remembers what Sweeney told her. It's okay to not only want this, but to take it. Peter wouldn't want her to be alone forever, and she isn't betraying his memory. He'll always be a part of her, and Keys gets that. She doesn't have to try and stamp it down, or pretend it doesn't exist.

"I know Sweeney might have seemed scary," she finds herself saying, opening her eyes to look at Keys again. "But he's the one who told me it was okay to want something new. He helped me be less afraid of this."

She's in his lap and she's calling him a 'good boy' which had a dizzying effect on him that he's not willing or able to examine too closely right now. His hands shift, feeling the curve of her waist, his lips brushing lightly against her skin.

When she speaks, he leans back, looking up at her.

"Guess I ought to thank him then?"

"I just want you to be friends," she says pleadingly, nudging her nose against his and reaching up to drag his hair back from his face. "That's all."

Her mouth finds his again, and this time she licks tentatively at the seam of his lips, fingers curling in his hair.

He's about to say that that probably depends more.oj Sweeney than on him but then her fingers are in his hair and her mouth is on his, kissing him deeper, with more urgency than before and he makes a soft sound that's almost a moan. He opens his mouth, pressing into the kiss with lips and tongue, one hand roaming up her spine.

The kiss deepens and Rapunzel feels warm sparks of pleasure at the first touch of his tongue, tightening her nipples and flaring between her legs, and it's almost unfamiliar after so long. She feels a little like a flower blooming after a long winter, coming back to life after lying dormant for almost a year.

She lets out a quiet whimper and twists a little, kissing him back as her arms tighten around his shoulders.

That sound she makes goes straight to his cock and he shifts his hips, trying to keep a little bit of distance between them, trying -- trying his best -- to respect the boundaries she'd set for him. His hand presses flat against the bare skin of her back and he echoes that sound, leaning up to kiss her as deep as he can.

Keys' big hand presses against her spine, pulling her closer, and Rapunzel shifts forward as he kisses her, arching against him. In this new position, she can feel the bulge in his sweats against her hip and it surprises her a little, for some reason.

It always surprises her when she's wanted like this, when someone's body responds to her in such a way, and she pulls back to give him a wide-eyed look, breathing hard against his mouth.

She pressed in against him, her breasts against his chest briefly and then she's pulling back, eyebrows raised and he feels the blush across his cheeks, down under his.ar, darkening.

"Sorry," he says. "Didn't get the memo about above the waist, apparently?"

"No, no, it's okay," she says with a giggle, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear as she looks at him. His cheeks are flushed, eyes glassy and lips swollen, and Rapunzel puts her hand on the side of his face. It feels complicated, being with him like this, but easy at the same time. She just doesn't want to go too fast.

"Is it?" She asks, suddenly nervous as her fingers card through the hair at his temple. "Okay that I'm not ready for that, I mean."

He turns his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"I'm okay with whatever you're okay with," he says, his dark eyes fixed on her face. "Whatever you're ready for. I just..." He smiles, quietly mortified for a moment. "Can't help that." He traces the sharp point of her chin with one finger, down her neck. "But I can wait. Promise. And if you're never ready? That's okay too. We'll figure it out."

His words soothe her worries and she smiles, relieved and affectionate. He seems genuine, and Rapunzel believes him. She knows that she doesn't have to be concerned that she'll feel pressured.

"You're very sweet," she says again, eyes crinkling at the corners as she thumbs at the dip just under his lower lip. "And it's okay, I don't expect you not-- well, you know. It's flattering."

She giggles and presses another soft kiss to his mouth, pitching her voice low and flirty. "I don't know about never, but you'll at least need to take me on a proper date first."

That voice definitely isn't helping things below the waist, and he groans softly, shifting slightly against the sofa. He trails that finger slightly lower, just brushing the soft curve of one breast above the neckline of her tanktop. He tries not to notice the points of her nipples under the thin fabric.

"Any time you want," he says. "Where do you want to go?"

Now that they've acknowledged the whole below the pants situation, Rapunzel feels okay with relaxing against him again, feeling him pressed against her hip. His hand dips lower, inching under her shirt, and Rapunzel knows that if she were to move his hand or tell him to stop, he'd do it.

That's reassuring, so she checks in with herself and decides that no, she doesn't want him to stop. She did say above the waist, after all, and her nipples are so hard that they ache. Keys has to notice them too, because his gaze keeps gliding down only to jump immediately back to her face, and she finds it deeply charming. He's being such a gentleman about all of this when from what she's heard, a lot of men wouldn't be.

"Surprise me," she says in that same teasing voice. His eyes dip again and Rapunzel giggles, leaning in to press her lips to his ear. "You can look at them. It's okay."

"Surprise you. I can do that," he says. His breath catches in a soft, strangled sound at what she says next.

"What if I want to do more than look at them?" he asks.

The sound he makes paired with the question makes her flush, thighs tensing as she shifts enough to press their foreheads together. Their lips brush as they share air between them and Rapunzel swallows, curling her hand around the back of Keys' neck.

"Like what?" She asks quietly, letting out a shuddering breath and kissing his chin.

His hand trails lower, gently cupping one breast. He can feel her nipple pressed against his palm. He squeezes, just softly, his mouth brushing against hers.

"Like that?" he asks.

Keys' hand slips down into her shirt and covers her breast, squeezing gently, and Rapunzel's breath catches at the friction to her nipple. It feels good but the angle is a little awkward, so she reaches up to grab gently at his wrist.

"Mm, no," she breathes out, leaning her side against his chest as he she pulls his hand out of her shirt. She bites her lip and nudges her nose against his as she guides his hand up under her shirt instead, smiling coyly at him. "Like this."

For a moment, a split second, he thinks he's misjudged, fucked up again, but then she's guiding his hand back under her shirt at a different angle, her breast small and hot in his palm and he squeezes again, still gently. He shifts his hand so that he can graze his thumb across the hard bud of her nipple.

Somehow it's hotter that instead of kissing her, Keys just stares down at her face as his hand works over her breast. It's slow and sensual and she gasps softly as his thumb traces her nipple, arching up a little as she leans her head against his shoulder. She presses her thighs together again and shivers, hesitating for a brief moment before dragging her shirt up over her breasts.

"That feels good," she breathes out, feeling a flush spread down across her chest as she slides her hand encouragingly up and down his forearm.

She tugs her shirt up out of the way and Keys leans back a little so that it can just look at her for a moment, take in how beautiful she is. He's definitely hard now, but it feels like the least important thing in the world. He lifts his other hand, so that he's cupping both breasts at once, teasing both nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

"Oh." She swallows hard and stares up at him, squeezing her legs together and twisting her hips in a way that probably makes it clear that she's aroused, but that's okay. It's pretty evident for him, too.

She lets out a breathy little moan because her nipples really are very sensitive, and it's been such a long time since she's felt like this. She's barely even touched herself in the past year, so maybe it all feels a little more intense because of that, or maybe because it's all so exciting and new.

God, he could get used to this. She's luminous, gorgeous, gazing up at him like that, all but squirming in place as he touches her. He's seized, suddenly, by an uncharacteristic desire to take her apart completely, to see all of the different ways he could make her face look just like that. He might never have been good at serious relationships, but he's slept with enough girls to know what he's doing. Still squeezing, still gentle, he scrapes the edge of one thumbnail then the other over her nipples.

The sharp edge of his thumbnail catches her nipple and she yelps quietly, jerking a little and then lifting her head to kiss him again, more sure of herself this time. She grabs the back of his neck and kisses him deeply, groaning softly and arching up against him.

She breaks the kiss with a gasp and lets her head tip back, arching her chest up toward him as she rocks a little in his lap.

She kisses him hungrily and he likes that reaction -- he likes it a lot. Dropping one hand to her hip to keep her steady in his lap, he takes one nipple between forefinger and thumb, rolling it, pinching lightly.

"Tell me what feels good?"

"God, all of it," Rapunzel says with a breathless laugh, biting her lip as he toys with her nipple. Her gaze drops to his mouth and her blush deepens as she tugs slightly at the back of his neck.

"I-- um." She lets out a low, nervous giggle and shifts her hips. "You could-- um, you could use your mouth."