Keys pulls off his shirt and Rapunzel stares at him with wide green eyes, sliding her hand up over his chest, fingertips dragging through the soft hair there. She isn't used to that, but she finds that she likes it. His hairy chest is very manly, but then there's the haphazard smattering of delicate moles and freckles that Rapunzel longs try and patterns among.

The question makes her shiver and she jerks her head, nodding up at him and biting her lip. She's a little nervous, but she knows that she doesn't need to be. She's safe here, tucked beneath him as a bright sunbeam arcs across their bodies.

"Yeah," she breathes out, letting her thighs fall apart a little. "You can touch me."