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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]

George has quickly become one of Rapunzel’s favorite clients. She likes designing clothes for him, finding the styles that he describes not to dissimilar than where she’s from.

He’s always nice to her and, well, he isn’t exactly horrible to look at, is he?

When she hears a knock at the door, she lifts a fallen strap of her pink sundress and bounces over to open it, grinning up at him and stepping aside to let him in. “Right on time!”

[gallowseyes]

"I do try to be punctual," he says, taking in the dress with a slightly quirked dark eyebrow. He does like these modern fashions -- how much skin there is. Because he's likely to be trying things on, he's dressed simply -- dark jeans that fit well, a loose shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, unbuttoned down over his chest. Blue, of course. "I like the dress."

He sketches her a lazy bow, offering her the box in his hand. "For you."

[fatesdesign]

“Thank you, kind sir,” she says with a giggle, lifting the hem of her dress to give him a playful curtsy. She never wears much in the way of clothes in the summer, if she can help it. She likes the warmth on her skin too much.

“I see you still hate buttons,” she teases, reaching out to touch her fingertip to his bare sternum before he pulls away to bow and present her with a box. She rolls her eyes and blushes all at the same time, reaching out to take it.

“What’s this now?” She asks, giving it a little shake to try and guess what’s inside before undoing the bow.

[gallowseyes]

"Sweets for the sweet," he says, ignoring the little shiver that goes through him when she touches his bare skin. Yes, he's wrapped up in Lee, more than he would have realised, but that doesn't mean he's gone blind or lost all appreciation that he ever had of beauty. "And it's not that I hate them -- only that I find them somewhat...restrictive, on occasion."

[fatesdesign]

“Ooh, thank you.” She bounces happily on her toes and opens the box, selecting one of the chocolates and popping it into her mouth to suck on, cheeks hollowing slightly around it before she bites down.

“I actually have something for that,” she says once she’s swallowed, turning and leaning over her drafting table to grab a sketchbook. “I got an idea for a top for you that will be open at the chest with no buttons at all.”

She flips to the page and shows George a sketch of himself wearing tight trousers and a flowing shirt. It’s a good likeness of him for a mostly rough sketch.

“I know I took your measurements a few weeks ago but I want to do it again just in case,” Rapunzel tells him, licking chocolate from her finger and reaching for her measuring tape. “This jacket is going to be a close fit so I want to be sure I have it right.”

[gallowseyes]

He's vritually certain that she's not doing it on purpose, but she does look obscene eating the chocolate -- her cheeks hollowing like that make George think, unbidden, of what she might look like with her mouth on his cock, or licking something else from her fingers entirely. He is genuinely appreciative of the sketch, though, making a small, pleased sound. "I recognise myself. That's very good." He gestures. "Where would you like me?"

[fatesdesign]

“Thank you!” She beams up at him and sets the sketchbook down, then looks around and leads him to a sunny spot near the windows. Her hair is down and she’s careful to keep it out of the way so no one trips on it.

“Hm, here’s fine. I don’t have my normal set up but we’ll make do.” She grabs his arm and positions him, smoothing her hands down his sides from behind as she decides whether to ask him to take off his shirt. “I normally do these appointments at my shop, so bear with me if I’m a little unorganized.”

[gallowseyes]

He can feel the warmth of her palms through the thin stuff of his shirt, and goes straight to his cock. He glances down at her, eyebrows raised.

"Am I imposing? You never told me about any shop." There's a suggestion there, of intimacy -- she's invited him into her space, instead of keeping him distant. "Don't hurry yourself. I've nowhere else to be for hours."

[fatesdesign]

“Because we’re friends,” Rapunzel says simply. George’s body is firm under his shirt and he smells good. She sort of wants to bury her face in his back.

“I like having my friends in my space,” she assures him. George has never given her any reason to feel uneasy in his presence, so she’s happy to have him here. “It’s usually just people I don’t know that I have meet me at the shop.”

She comes to stand in front of him, using her foot to drag over a little stool so she can hop onto it, bringing them closer to eye level as she wraps the fabric gently around the base of his neck, tucking it in for the exact measurement.

[gallowseyes]

Her hands near his throat, her face close enough that he can feel her breath against his skin.

"I'm glad to be considered a friend, then," he says, and he lifts one hand to rest against her waist, thumb stroking against the fabric of her dress. If she doesn't want it there, he'll move it.

But never asking never gets, does it...

[fatesdesign]

“Of course you are, silly,” she says with a soft giggle, leaning in to press a kiss to George’s forehead. His hand goes to her waist, but Rapunzel doesn’t find it all that odd. She’s always happy for affection from friends.

After measuring his shoulders, she leans in to reach behind him with the tape to measure his chest, pressing her face to his neck a moment as she does.

“Gosh, you smell good,” she says sincerely, leaning back as she adjusts the tape just over his nipples and pulls it taut, making note of the length.

[gallowseyes]

"Thank you," says George, who definitely takes advantage of how easy it is to smell good and expensive in this modern age. He spreads the fingers of the hand on her waist, marveling at just how much of her ribcage he can touch, his thumb just brushing the underside of the swell of one breast.

"I'd hate for being near me to feel like a chore."

[fatesdesign]

“Well, you have to worry about that. I think you’re delightful,” Rapunzel assures him, pulling back to look at him as his hand curves around her side. The way that he’s looking at her takes her a little by surprise, but she’s not exactly sure why. It just makes her feel a jolt. Maybe because he’s just so beautiful.

Or it’s just really hot in there all of a sudden.

“I have to get your waist,” she tells him, reaching around him again to pull the tape around the narrowest part of his waist. His hand is still on her side and Rapunzel can’t help but to lean into it a little as she looks down the length of his chest to read the measurement.

It feels nice to be touched. She went from a lifetime of neglect when it came to physical affection, and then into a sudden abundance of it, only to have it taken away again. She craves it sometimes.

[gallowseyes]

He definitely isn't imagining the look in her eye when she pulls back, and it's all the encouragement he needs to press forward. On the pretence of lifting his arm out of the way so that she can measure accurately, he grazes the fingers of his free hand up her bare arm, the thumb on the other hand tracing the underside of the swell of her breast. He keeps his eyes on her face.

"Well, the feeling there is mutual, at least."

[fatesdesign]

Rapunzel feels like the situation is getting away from her a little bit. She doesn’t really know what’s going on, or if maybe she’s imagining things. George is a flirty person. She’s seen that much. Maybe this is just more of that and she shouldn’t read too much into it.

“Uh, hips.” She steps down off the stool, which helps clear her head a little bit now that she’s not face to face with him. Because what an absolutely absurd face it is.

The tape goes around his hips and she pulls it taut just above the button on his pants, fingers pressing in low on his belly to line it up and get an accurate reading. “Uh, what color were you thinking for this one?”

They probably talked about this already, but she can’t seem to remember.

[gallowseyes]

It's completely innocent but having her hands that close to his cock, the press of her fingers against his belly, is maddening. George isn't used to this level of relative innocence. It's maddening.

"Blue," he says, amused, brushing the backs of his fingers against the fall of her golden hair. He makes a decision. The worst thing that can happen is she'll put him in his place. "Rapunzel? Step back onto the stool."

[fatesdesign]

“Right, duh,” she says with a giggle, shaking her head a little. She’s about to measure his arm when instead he tells her to get back on the stool. It’s so unexpected and said so firmly that she obeys without really thinking about it, blinking when she’s nearly eye to eye with him again.

“What?” She asks him, brushing her hair back from her shoulder and glancing around. “What’d I miss?”

[gallowseyes]

"You didn't miss anything," he says, one hand going back to her waist and the other gently taking hold of her chin so that he can lean in and press a kiss against her lips. It's a sweet kiss, relatively soft, his fingers spread against her side.

"I confess to having other things on my mind than measurements."

[fatesdesign]

George’s fingers curl under her chin and Rapunzel’s eyes widen a little as he leans in. The kiss takes her completely by surprise and for a moment she’s frozen by it, but his lips are so soft and feels so nice to be kissed that she hums and sways forward a bit, relaxing into it.

She’s slightly dazed when George pulls away and she shakes herself a little, dropping the measuring tape so she can put her hands on his broad shoulders and push him back. Not forcefully, just enough to be able to look him in the eye.

“What is this?” She asks, head tilting a little. It’s clear by her tone that she isn’t upset, and not unwilling. She’s just a little confused.

[gallowseyes]

She doesn't shove him away immediately, yields to the kiss, but then she's pushing him away, her hands on his shoulders. The confusion is clear on her face, and George smiles, softly reassuring, his thumb stroking against her smooth skin.

"You said it yourself -- we're friends. I think you're beautiful, and, from time to time, I like to find myself in a beautiful woman's bed." More often that not, at home, it had been men and it hadn't always been beds but, in Darrow, he has the luxury of choice. "Not if you don't want to, of course." He tilts his head, waiting to see how she responds. He hasn't taken either of his hands off her.

[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.