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[gallowseyes]

When they'd talked that day in the park -- her birthday, he remembers -- they'd ended up talking about clothes, about how George missed the kind of clothes he'd had when he was a part of the court. Since then, she's made him a handful of things, all beautiful enough that he's kept coming back for more. Whenever he goes to her apartment for a fitting, he makes a point of bringing her something -- sweets, or cakes, or flowers. It is, he thinks, only good manners.

He knocks, a wrapped package under his arm.

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[fatesdesign]

Rapunzel blushes, nearly giggling in disbelief when George calls her beautiful. Coming from him, that’s quite the compliment.

“So— casual sex?” She ponders on that for a moment, thinking back on the encounter she had with Jade. It was her first time ever trying it— sex just for the sake of it, that is. “I’ve sort of just recently discovered that.”

Her cheeks go even more pink when she thinks about how much she enjoyed it. She had worried it would make her feel bad after, but it really didn’t. Jade was still nice to her, and they’re still friends.

And George is very, very handsome. Maybe this can be something she does now. It’s a temporary balm for her loneliness, but it’s a nice one.

[gallowseyes]

It's not a term that he knew at home but it makes perfect sense. It's what he has with Elora -- what he was having with Lee, although things have changed there, quite profoundly. Sex without any ties. Sex for the joy of it.

"Hopefully, that's a point in my favouir," he says, his thumb tracing the sweet line of her bottom lip. "I wouldn't do anything you didn't want, and wouldn't like. And, if you don't want, and you don't like, you can pick up your measuring tape, and we can pretend I never misstepped."

[fatesdesign]

“Trust me, you have many points in your favor,” Rapunzel says with a musical laugh, mouth going slack as George touches her lip. She feels a shiver go through her and she nods a little, reaching out to put a hand on George’s shoulder.

“Two questions. We’ll still be friends after, right?” She cares more about keeping her friends than having sex, and knows it can complicate things. That’s what it’s important that she gets all the facts before doing this. “And did you actually want this jacket?”

She laughs again, her expression warm. “Because if not, you totally owe me for the blue suede I bought for it.”

[gallowseyes]

The way her mouth slackens is beautiful, and George finds that he has a sudden, powerful need to see how many other ways he can find to make her come undone.

"Yes, we'll still be friends," he says, trailing his fingers down the hollow of her throat. "And, yes, I absolutely still want the jacket." His fingers follow the neckline of her dress, lightly tracing the plump curve of each of her tits.

[fatesdesign]

“Good,” she breathes out, staring at him as his fingers wander down her chest. The boldness of it surprises her, making her green eyes widen slightly, but it’s not a bad sort of surprise, she doesn’t think.

“Then you’ll let me finish these measurements first.” She leans in to press a kiss to his chin and then hops off the stool again, bending to scoop up her tape measure and give him a playfully coy smile.

She can’t make it that easy, after all.

[gallowseyes]

That look in green eyes just makes him want to debauch her all the more.. She steps down off the stool and George obediently goes back to waiting to be measured. She looks up at him and he can't help but imagine how she'd look when on her knees.

[fatesdesign]

He doesn’t argue, and it sort of feels like he’s just passed a test that Rapunzel didn’t even realize she was giving. It puts her more at ease, and touching him while finishing up the measurements only makes anticipation rise, cheeks flushing as she does the final measurement and has to wrap the tape around his hips.

“Okay,” she says once she’s finished, going over to her drafting table and leaning over it to write down the last of the numbers. She can feel George’s eyes on her back and it makes heat flare between her legs. She has to resist the urge to clench her thighs together. “All done.”

[gallowseyes]

She bends over the table and, now that he has permission, it's too good an opportunity to pass up. George steps in behind her, both hands sliding over her hips to pull her back against him, let her feel the hardening line of his cock through their clothes.

"I want to do filthy things to you," he admits. "With your permission, of course."

[fatesdesign]

Rapunzel’s breath catches as George grabs her hips, eyes widening slightly as she feels him press against her backside, already stiff in his trousers.

And then he talks and she can’t help the little gasp of surprise she lets out. She’s not used to the boldness and a part of her feels like she should be offended by how forward he is.

But she finds that she isn’t, really. It feels like she’s being locked into a thrill ride, nervous and anticipatory and excited all at once. He knows exactly what he’s doing, like Jade did. She kind of likes that she doesn’t have to think so much.

It’s going to be fun and if she wants to stop or slow down, she trusts that George will respect her. She trusts that she’s in good hands.

“Okay,” she says in a breathy voice, sounding the slightest bit nervous, but mostly curious. Eager.

[gallowseyes]

His hands still on her hips, George rocks against her once, almost experimentally, before he pulls away, giving himself enough room to turn her in the space between his body and the edge of the table. Once she's facing him, he lifts her up to perch in the edge, pressing her legs apart so that he can step between them, tilting her chin with one curled finger so that he can take a kiss.

He wants to fuck her, but that doesn't mean he has to rush to it.

[fatesdesign]

George rocks against her again and Rapunzel lets out a breathy sigh, thighs clenching. She has no idea what’s about to happen, and she lets herself be maneuvered, breath catching as he lifts her up onto the table.

He’s so confident, so sure of himself, and he’s sure that he wants her. She’s be lying if she said that didn’t make her feel good.

George kisses her and Rapunzel makes a soft soft as she kisses him back, arms winding around his shoulders.

[gallowseyes]

He is, he thinks, going to have to go carefully. She's clearly keen and willing, but he doesn't want to push too hard, too quickly and spook her. He kisses her again, both hands cradling her face and then he pulls back, slightly.

"I would very much like to put my mouth between your legs," he says, smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "You'll need to keep them spread for me."

[fatesdesign]

He’s a really good kisser. Like really good, so much so that she feels a bit dazed when he pulls away. She stares at him, eyes wide and bright as he cradles her face in his big hands.

And then she blushes all the way down to her chest, almost embarrassed by how eagerly she nods and spreads her legs. She giggles a little and tries to turn her face away, freckled nose crinkling.

[gallowseyes]

He still has his hands on her face and he feels her trying to turn her head, to look away. Still smiling, he shakes his head, tracing the line of her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

"I think you'd enjoy watching," he says. He takes his hands off her face and slides them up her thighs instead, both thumbs brushing against her cunt through the think fabric of her underwear.

[fatesdesign]

He’s so much bigger than her. It’s a thought that hits her all of a sudden, with his big hands firm on her face. He’s still looking her in the eye as those hands slide up her legs and Rapunzel finds that she can’t look away. There’s a magnetism about him.

His thumbs touch her and her hips jerk a little, mouth falling open on a soft gasp as she leans back a little, putting her hands behind her to brace herself against the table.

Already she’s damp between her legs, so aroused that she feels a little lightheaded. But maybe anyone would get lightheaded with George looking at them like that, like he’s a cat with a canary in its sights.

[gallowseyes]

The hitch of her hips is delightful, and George keeps up the rub of his thumbs against her.

"I'm going to take your panties down," he says, his voice pitched low and warm. "And then I'm going to put my mouth on your cunt. And if you look away, I'm going to stop."

[fatesdesign]

Everything that comes out of his mouth is shocking, but in a good way. Heat flares between her legs, nipples tightening, and she swallows hard as she nods.

“Okay,” she says breathily, lifting her hips so he can pull her panties down. Her legs fall open again, dress hiked up enough to leave her exposed. George looks down between her legs and Rapunzel squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, only to remember what George said and open them again.

[gallowseyes]

Sinking down onto his knees between her spread thighs, George looks up just in time to see her open her eyes.

"Good girl," he says, turning his head FYI press a kiss to her inner thigh. He rubs his thumb over her cunt, teasing against her clit. "Your cunt is just as pretty as the rest of you."

[fatesdesign]

Rapunzel can’t quite believe that this is happening. Even though he told her what he was going to do, it’s still a bit of a shock to watch him sink to his knees.

Just the brief touch of his thumb makes her jerk and she whimpers, cheeks getting hotter at the compliment.

“Thank you,” she says breathlessly, still wanting to be polite even now.

[gallowseyes]

George smiles at the thank you, moving his hands to her thighs to keep them spread as he leans in and licks a stripe against her wet cunt. He groans as the taste of her floods his mouth. Christ, he missed this.

[fatesdesign]

Rapunzel jerks and sucks in a high pitched breath, feeling her thighs try to close instinctively, but George’s hands keep her held open. He moans like she’s delicious, like she’s a glass of ice water on a hot day, and she likes that very much.

“Feels good,” she murmurs, leaning back onto her elbows on the angled drafting table, still able to look down her body and watch, eyes wide and lips parted.

[gallowseyes]

"Good," murmurs George, his thumbs stroking against her skin. "Tell me when you're going to come."

Not if, but when. He bends his head to the task in front of him, licking and sucking, making soft sounds of appreciation, his cock twitching in his trousers. He can wait, though. There's no need to rush.

[fatesdesign]

“Oh.” It surprises her a little to learn that George is going to keep this up until she has an orgasm, though honestly she’s not sure it will even take that long, because wow, he’s good at his.

Her head falls back with a low groan and she quickly lifts it again to watch, cheeks burning as she watches George’s full lips close around her clit and suck. She yelps softly, legs spreading wider as she reaches out to slide her fingers into George’s soft hair, mouth falling open on a shivery moan.

“Oh— just like that,” she breathes out, lifting one leg to hook it over George’s shoulder. Sunlight is spilling into the windows, falling over them, and Rapunzel’s back arches as she moans again, sounding as if she’s shocked by the pleasure she’s feeling.

[gallowseyes]

Encouraged by the tone of voice, George stays exactly where he is, his tongue working over her, his hands firm on her thighs. He's got every intention of staying here until he feels her come under his mouth. He intends to take her apart completely.

[fatesdesign]

She’s surprised by how little time it seems to take. George’s mouth is relentless, alternating between sucking on her clit and pressing his tongue inside of her, and it feels so good that she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Her thighs start to shake, closing around George’s head as she squirms. This part is so intense, but she forces herself to take a deep breath, accidentally sweeping a cup of pens off the table as she moves to grab at George’s hair, rocking up against his face in a that makes her feel a little embarrassed.

“Oh, I’m so close,” she whimpers, letting her head fall back to the table with a thunk. “Please, just a little more.”