Holy crap you guys want smut!

Well I aim to please/want smut for them too/am a praise whore.

So here you go! The wedding night scene. Um yeah, if it wasn't obvious this is a hard M. There is sexy time going on here and if you don't want to read such a thing then you'd better go. Or look somewhere else. Or read my other Tangled fic.

For the rest of you this is three years from the ending and pretty much from the last means Rapunzel's a bit more confident and Eugene's got more self esteem in being, well, Eugene

The day that Eugene Fitzherbert became the Prince Consort to the future Queen Rapunzel was the single longest day of their lives.

It also happened to be single most boring.

Oh he was happy, dizzyingly so, an emotion his bride seemed to share if the light in her green eyes was any indication. But a full day of feasting and celebrating was enough to wear on even the longest of patience's. Especially since every single person they encountered seemed to know that later that night they were going to be consummating their marriage. A thought that did not seem so bad until an ancient great-something uncle was telling you how to pleasure your bride.

It was also rather shocking how little time they actually got to spend together. Only the size and shocking amount of light catching crystals on Rapunzel's wedding dress allowed Eugene to spot her in the sea of people that surrounded them. His own clothing was, thankfully, far less embroidered than hers but the endless layers of rich fabric was enough to make his head spin. Almost as much as the fact that the crown they placed on his head had not been stolen but actually belonged to him now.

It was well after dark before the two of them were allowed to exit the celebration. By that time Eugene was half sure his collar would be the death of him and Rapunzel was just about ready to cut her own feet off. But when Eugene's calloused hand found hers and his fingers gave hers a comforting squeeze, Rapunzel managed to smile broadly for the people and give her brightest wave before exiting the hall.

Suddenly after a day being surrounded by people, Rapunzel found herself alone with Eugene. He looked over at her, a grin on his face and Rapunzel found herself returning the smile with one of her own.

"Congratulations to you Prince Fitzherbert," Rapunzel said with a dramatic curtsey.

"And to you, Princess Fitzerherbert," Eugene replied with an equally comically deep bow, his hand not leaving hers.

Rapunzel laughed in delight as her new husband straightened up and pulled her closer to him, one hand cupping her cheek as his lips captured hers in a kiss that she felt all the way down to her sore feet. Rapunzel leaned into his touch, her fingers resting against his wrist as he continued to kiss her. Finally he drew back and she looked up at him, her eyes shining as she took in the sight of him with the crown on his brow and the silver band around his finger. One that almost matched the circlet of diamonds that decorated hers.

"How are your feet doing?" he asked.

"Sore," she admitted, "but I'll surviv-what are you-" she began as she felt his arms around her shoulders and his other at her knees, "Eugene!" she cried as he pulled her easily into his arms.

"What kind of husband would i be if I let my wife walk back to our bedroom with sore feet?" Eugene asked.

"Call me that again," Rapunzel said looping her arms around his neck.

Eugene's eyes softened as he gave her the smile that he only ever gave to her.

"My wife," he repeated before he leaned forward and caught her lips once more.

Eugene carried his wife, elaborate wedding dress and all, up the stairs that led to the room they would share. Night had fallen on the palace and the warm light of the lamps made Rapunzel's elaborate wedding dress shine brightly. When they arrived at the doors to their rooms, Eugene easily opened the door and backed into the room before turning around to face the confines of their bedroom.

And the people in there.

"Uh, who are you?" Eugene asked.

"They're here to help me get ready for bed," Rapunzel said to her new husband.

"Really? Because I wasn't planning on sleeping much tonight," Eugene said looking at Rapunzel, "were you planning on sleeping tonight Princess Fiztherbert?"

Rapunzel laughed and shook her head in amusement as Eugene turned to the maids.

"My apologies, ladies," he said, "but Princess Fitzherbert will not be requiring your assistance in getting read for bed tonight."

The maids looked at the pair of them. Rapunzel looked at the two women who had been assisting her in her daily tasks like getting dressed. They looked at each other and then back to the Princess who nodded her consent. The maids curtseyed before picking up their skirts and hurrying towards the door.

"Thank you!" Rapunzel called to them.

Only when the door was closed did Eugene settle her on her feet. Rapunzel smiled at him before reaching up to her brown hair and pulling off the tiara and pins that held her hair in place. The rest of the jewels she wore were quick to follow as Eugene shrugged out of his ornate outer layer and the vest underneath, leaving him clad in the creme colored dress shirt and pants. When he turned around Rapunzel was sitting down on a chair, her skirts arranged prettily around her, revealing the tips of her shoes.

Eugene looked at her earnest jade eyes before smiling and shaking his head and coming over to her, kneeling down in front of her as Rapunzel stuck out her foot. Three years and Rapunzel still hated shoes, though she had adjusted to wearing them. He doubted she could have reached them though in with the size of her wedding dress.

Grasping her calf, Eugene carefully removed the fashionable heeled shoes from her feet. Well, fashionable in all but their bright green color which Rapunzel had chosen to wear in honor of her chameleon friend. Still on his knees in front of her, Eugene ran his fingers along the outside of his wife's legs before rising upwards.

Her hand reached out and cupped his cheek, pulling him closer to her as their lips met. Eugene's hands found the top of her stocking before slowly dragging the material down the length of her leg. Still kissing her he dragged the material of her other stocking down her leg, throwing it to the side of the room.

"Come on," Eugene said, "lets get you out of this dress."

"Yes please," Rapunzel said grabbing her hands and pulling her easily to her feet.

Standing in the middle of the room, Rapunzel bit her swollen bottom lip against the desire to smile as her husband walked around her. She had no doubt that Eugene had taken off a woman's clothes before, but this was a wedding gown fit for a Princess and even Rapunzel was not certain how it worked.

"Hey, 'punzel?" Eugene said as if reading her mind, "how does this work?"

"Hmm?" Rapunzel looked over her shoulder, "There are buttons," Rapunzel said motioning to the back of her dress, "in the back somewhere."

Eugene raised an eyebrow at his wife before looking at the back of her dress. All he saw was lace. Lace and embroidery and no buttons.

"Uh-" Eugene began.

"Eugene it took two women to get me into this dress," Rapunzel said.

"Yeah, two women who are not coming to undress you for our wedding night," Eugene said.

"Well there's Pascal-"

"No," Eugene said. Rapunzel twisted to look at him again, "we went through enough for him to spend the night with your parents. He isn't coming through that door until morning."

"Even just to take off my dress?" Rapunzel asked.

"Especially to take off your dress," Eugene said firmly before his fingers found the buttons hidden behind a layer of lace, "got it," he said beginning to undo them.

Rapunzel held herself still as he undid the tight bodice of her dress. The breeze from the open windows began to touch her through the thin fabric of her chemise. Task accomplished, Rapunzel felt Eugene straighten up to his full heigh and step closer to her, his hands reaching the edges of the fabric at her shoulders. Leaning forward, her husband pressed a soft kiss to the juncture of her shoulder and neck, his hands peeling the lace down and away from her. Rapunzel pulled her arms out of the fabric, letting it settle on the wide skirt as Eugene's hands slid down the bare skin of her arms.

Rapunzel leaned back against him as his hands left her wrists to slide around her middle, his deft fingers easily finding the wide ribbon that held her petticoats in place. Her mother had pinned them herself with the antique sapphire broach she said belonged to her mother. She did not know if Eugene knew it was significant or just expensive but either way his fingers were careful when they unpinned it. Only the closeness of their bodies kept her dress in place.

Eugene spun her around, keeping them close enough so that her dress stayed around her middle. Rapunzel's hands pressed against his chest as she looked up at him, feeling his hands on her back.

"So," he said, his hands slowly beginning to descend the length of her spine, "would you like to hear another tale of the infamous Flynn Ryder?"

Rapunzel laughed as his fingers continued their slow descent. Nearly three years ago and that day in the library continued to be a source of amusement between them. Though on the shelves of their new room Rapunzel had made sure they had a complete set of the adventures of Flynn Ryder, both children appropriate and not. Her new husband's hands slowed at the curve of her lower back as he waited for her answer.

"No," Rapunzel said, biting her lip as his fingers slid underneath the petticoats, following the curve of her body encased only in it's thin chemise.

"No?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"I'd much rather write a new tale with Eugene Fitzherbert," Rapunzel said.

"Good answer," Eugene said, tugging upwards.

Rapunzel went with him, the dress falling to the side as her legs hooked around Eugene's slim hips. Leaning down Rapunzel sealed her lips over his in a heated kiss, tangling her fingers in his short chocolate hair. She had a new respect for her husband's uncanny sense of balance when he continued to kiss her and somehow managed to make it over to the bed.

Eugene lowered her onto the bed, setting the broach on the table before reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head, throwing it to the side. Rapunzel giggled at his mussed hair before he leaned forward and kissed her, his warm chest brushing against hers. Rapunzel pushed herself up, continuing to kiss him as she made it onto her knees before dragging her lips away from his.

Her fingers found his belt and the look of amazement in his eyes was worth the almost embarrassment she felt for doing the bold move. Still standing, Eugene looked at the petite form of his wife. On her knees on the high bed their height difference was almost equaled out. So when he pulled her close, Rapunzel could feel the effect she was having on him. Her hand settled on the skin above edge of his pants, right on an old scar that traced the line of his hip.

One of his hands was around her back, the other threaded through her brown hair and Rapunzel made a sound of appreciation in the back of her throat. She adored it when he dragged his fingers through her hair. Her hands left his hair, eliciting a sound of protest from her lips until she realized his fingers were on the straps of her chemise.

Drawing back, Rapunzel looked at her new husband as his hands came to rest on her shoulders. Wetting her lips, Rapunzel ducked her head before nodding at Eugene. Slowly he drew the straps down, pulling the fabric away from her chest. Feeling oddly shy, Rapunzel let him drag the straps down her wrists and free of her hands. Rapunzel felt the cool air on her chest but she kept her eyes on the bed sheets.

"Hey," Rapunzel felt Eugene's fingers on her chin, raising her eyes to his, his eyes scanning her features, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Rapunzel said, feeling oddly shy around the person with whom she usually felt more open than any other.

She saw his eyes soften and she felt him draw her forward, pulling her closer to him, using his own body to offer her modesty. Rapunzel turned her face into his shoulder, closing her eyes and breathing in the smell of Eugene's skin. She could feel his calloused hands against her bare skin as he held her gently against his frame. He held her against him, waiting until her embarrassment has passed. Slowly Rapunzel drew back and looked up at him but when their eyes met the embarrassment she felt began to fade away.

Eugene leaned forward kissing her, his touch soft and slow. It was her lips that parted, her tongue that slipped into his mouth, her hands that pulled him closer. Following her lead, Eugene lowered his wife onto the bed, keeping her body covered with his as he leaned over her. Rapunzel kept her arms entwined around his neck, the soft sounds escaping her lips driving him absolutely wild. His hand settled on her waist, his thumb drawing small circles on her smooth skin. His fingers moved lower, fingering the edge of her chemise.

Rapunzel lifted her hips, giving him silent permission and he obediently dragged the chemise down her body, throwing it to the side before surging back up and heatedly kissing her. Rapunzel pulled hum closer, her earlier embarrassment lost as he planet dizzying kisses along her throat. She heard him kick his pants off, the sound of the heavier fabric hitting the ground barely registering her ears. She inhaled sharply as his lips continued past their throat to her collar bone.

Rapunzel whimpered as his lips pressed against her skin, trailing a line of kisses down her body, past her breasts and her naval. Rapunzel's breath hitched as his goatee scraped her skin, only to be replaced by the softness of his lips. They wandered lower and lower on her body, past the point where she knew she should be embarrassed when suddenly- -

Rapunzel gasped as her body arched at the sensation of his mouth against her. Her fingers fisted in the pillow as she sucked in her breath, failing to contain the sound of delight that escaped her lips at her new husband's ministrations. Her eyes were open but soon they squeezed shut as her body seemed to take on a life of it's own. Just when she thought the feeling could not build any longer, it felt as if the world had exploded around her in the most amazing way possible.

By the time she forced her eyes open, Eugene was over her, one arm supporting his weight and the other hand slipping through the length of her brown hair. Forcing her fingers from their death grip on the pillow, Rapunzel leaned up and pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his shoulder. When she felt as if she could move, she rolled to the side, taking him with her so that she landed on top of him.

Rapunzel pressed a lingering kiss to her husband's lips before dragging her soft ones down to his throat, nipping gently at his earlobe and eliciting a ragged gasp from his throat at the sensitive spot. Moving downwards she pressed a soft kiss to the spot on his neck where he was particularly ticklish before moving down to his chest.

Eugene's breath caught again as her soft lips began to press against the scars on his chest, her small hands flat against his chest. One of her hands dug into his shoulder as her parted and her tongue darted out to circle a particularly spectacular scar from two arrows he had not been lucky enough to miss. He felt the scrape of her nails against his skin but he was too distracted to realize where they were until he felt them against his hip bone.

Rapunzel raised her head when she felt him tense, wondering if she had done something wrong.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You don't have to-" Eugene began.

"But I want to," Rapunzel said with a smile, leaning up and pecking him on the lips before her fingers wrapped around him.

Eugene swore as her small, talented hands wrapped around his length. Her lips began to move against his chest again and suddenly it was almost impossible to think of anything but the feeling what she was doing to him. Her nails teased him as her mouth moved against his chest, making it impossible to focus on any one sensation. After what they had done earlier it wasn't long before he had to drag himself back to reality, despite the way his aching body protested such a decision.

"'punzel-" he inhaled, "Rapunzel," he felt her pause, "hang on."

"What?" she asked, raising her wide jade eyes to meet his.

Eugene slid his hand up her back and she scooted forward, though that was very nearly enough to land them back in the same predicament. Turning them around, Eugene kissed her again, his knee moving in between her legs and nudging them apart. Rapunzel followed his urging, letting her legs spread as he moved in between them.

He felt her tense against him and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the skin just behind her ear.

"Relax," Eugene breathed against the shell of her ear.

"Okay," Rapunzel replied breathlessly with a quick nod, trying to steady herself as he moved them both and pushed inside her.

She let out a sound of protest at the strange sensation of him inside of her, burying her face in the damp skin of his shoulder to hide the discomfort.

The hand that was not supporting his weight came up to pull her closer against him as he held them there. Rapunzel could feel him shaking and realized that he was waiting for her to be alright. She remembered his earlier words about her relaxing and tucked her head, taking a deep breath of air in and forcing her body not to tense up. She felt him chuckle as the breath of air she expelled tickled that spot on his neck that made him laugh. The knowledge that even in the middle of doing such an alien and intimate act, she could still make him laugh gave her a bit more confidence and relaxed her a bit more around him.

"I'm okay," she said leaning back and pecking him on the lips, "if you want to-" she blushed.

"Don't have to tell me twice," he said with a grin that had her heart racing before he caught her lips in a much longer kiss.

Rapunzel moaned into his mouth as she felt him move against her. She was so intent on the kiss that she did not realize he had pulled back until he pushed forward. Instead of hurting though, the sensation was a far more enjoyable one. Rapunzel wrapped her arms around Eugnene's back, feeling his muscles move against her hands as he pulled back and pushed forward again. By his third thrust, she began to tilt her hips, meeting him as he buried himself inside her again.

Eugene's breath caught as she picked up the rhythm, her hips shifting to meet him. When one of her legs hooked around his hips, urging him forward with each press of her heel against his spine he very nearly whatever control he still had. The arm that he was not using to support his weight traced the lines of her body before finding purchase once more between her legs. The sound that elicited from her lips only spurred him closer to the edge.

He barely managed to hold himself back long enough to feel her topple over the edge, his name on her lips.

The sound of her gasping his name, of feeling her around him like that was enough to send him falling right along with her.

When he was next aware he was leaning heavily on his wife, his face still buried in the curve of her neck. Rapunzel's leg was still wound around his hips, her palms flat against his back. He could feel the unsteady rise and fall of her chest against his. Pressing his lips to her throat, Eugene pulled out of his wife and rolled to the side, taking his weight off of her. Rapunzel followed him, her weight winding up half on his chest as her body fit itself against his.

Rapunzel listened to the pounding of her husband's heart, knowing that hers was racing just as fast. She felt his hand leave her waist, reaching up and running through her brunette locks. Rapunzel made a sound of encouragement in the back of her throat at the feeling, turning her face into his chest, feeling her cheek brush against the puckered skin of his old scars.

"Wow," Rapunzel said looking up at Eugene, "did we-" she trailed off with a smile, biting her lip, "wow," she repeated.

"Yeah," Eugene said breathlessly looking at her, "wow."

"You know," Rapunzel said after a moment, propping her head up on her arm, "I've been thinking."

"Not the thinking," Eugene quipped as Rapunzel playfully punched his shoulder.

"Yes the thinking," she said, "you should have books about you. The Adventures of Eugene Fitzherbert. I think they'd be much more interesting than the Adventures of Flynnigan Ryder,"her eyes danced, "and the Beautiful Princess of course."

"Of course," Eugene said, "but I'm not sure that's such a good idea," he said propping his own hand up on his head.

"Why not?" Rapunzel asked.

"Well Flynn Ryder was a dashing rich playboy who, as we know from that library over there, bedded many beautiful and exotic Princesses," his hand slid around her waist, "while Eugene Fitzherbert seems to have found himself completely in love with one. And that, my dear Princess Fitzerhbert, hardly makes for interesting reading."

"Oh I don't know, Prince Fitzherbert," Rapunzel said, "i find us to be very interesting."

"As do I," he said suddenly turning so his wife was on her back again, his weight over her, "but I'm not going to let anyone read about most of our exploits."

Rapunzel laughed in delight, wrapping her arms around her husband's shoulders.

"And besides," he said, "they'd have to call it the Adventures of Eugene Fitzherbert and his stunningly beautiful wife Rapunzel."

"Rapuzel Fitzherbert," Rapunzel corrected.

"The Adventures of the Dashing Eugene Fitzherbert and his Stunningly Beautiful Wife Rapunzel Fitzberherbert," Eugene said, his voice low as he looked at his wife, "we may have to work on the title a bit-"

Rapunzel flipped them around, settling her weight on his hips. One of her hands pressed against his chest, the other pressed to his lips as she leaned forward.

"I like the title," she said, her lips a breath from his, "just like I like you."

"Like me?" he asked.

"Love you," Rapunzel conceded, "I love you Eugene Fitzherbert."

Eugene's arms slid around her frame before he sat up, keeping her pulled against his chest. Rapunzel wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. With her green eyes dancing and her brown hair falling around her features, Eugene was certain he had never set eyes on a more beautiful sight.

"And i love you," he said leaning forward and closing the distance between them, "Rapunzel Fitzherbert," he added just before his lips found hers.

And so began the next great adventure of the Dashing Eugene Fitzherbert and his Stunningly Beautiful Wife Rapunzel Fitzherbert.

Though it would be a while before either had the sense or time to write any of the adventures they went on down.

Okay I really have no excuse for that, except to say that i hope you enjoyed the first hard M in the Tangled section!

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