Keys is barely touching her, but already she feels hot between her legs. His voice is pitched low, raspy with sleep, and it makes Rapunzel shiver as it hits her ear. Her breath catches as he grabs at her breast, putting friction against her nipple, and when the thin strap of her nightgown falls over her shoulder and the material slips down, she doesn't do anything to fix it. She wants Keys to touch her, maybe put his mouth on her, and she clenches her thighs when she realizes that maybe she doesn't want him to stop at her breasts this time.

"I like it when you play with them," she murmurs against his ear, sounding almost shy as she squeezes at his shoulders. "They're so sensitive."