"Oh, you’re very welcome! While I’m at it, I’ll give you permission to continue being the most beautiful woman in this Universe." Thomas grinned, grabbing Rapunzel’s hand shyly, and waved it back and forth. He was always happy when he could make her smile. He didn’t see how anyone in the world could be upset when there’s people like Rapunzel in it. She always kept him smiling and he had the feeling that once they got back from New Orleans, his cheeks were going to be incredibly sore. He wondered if he smiled in his sleep the way that Rapunzel did. "I’m looking forward to hearing your vows. I have a few ideas for mine, I just haven’t jotted them down on paper yet. I want to make sure they’re perfect." He smiled. They wouldn’t be anything well thought out, but they would just be the thoughts that go through his head in a single day. Thoughts about how he would never leave her, how lucky he was to have her, and how everyday he would work hard to make it better than the day before. She had the sweetest heart out of everyone that he had met and was looking forward to learning more about it, and why it was that way when she grew up under such cruel circumstances. "I have some ideas about Rapunzel the teddy." He would never feel embarrassed about it. He would happily cuddle with a girly little teddy bear that smelt of his girlfriend just to get a feeling that she was there if she were away. "I better be. I expect more cuddles than my competition - Samuel, Luke and Thomas the Teddy. I’m still winning the race for your heart, right?" He joked. He chuckled and took her hand again once they left the store. "I wouldn’t go that far."
Any comment on her beauty caused Rapunzel to blush fiercely, smiling from ear to ear. “Hmm…Okay, then, while I’m at it, I’ll give you the permission to being the most handsome man in the whole Universe, plus Pluto.” She remembered Thomas’s obsession with the planet, hoping it would make him smile or laugh. Hearing his laughter was like listening to her favorite song over and over again, it was rhythmic and she would never grow tired of it. His smile shone brighter than a thousand suns, his baby blue’s twinkling like stars as he did so. She especially loved it when he smiled widely, to admire the cute little gap he had on the right side of his perfectly aligned pearly whites. She giggled joyously along as he waved her hands back and forth. “I’m looking forward to hearing your’s as well, my darling. Trust me, I went through a couple pieces of paper before I wrote them out perfectly.” She remembered the exact day she wrote them out too. It was when he was at work, so she thought back to all of the wonderful moments that they spent together while listening to music that reminded her of him. Her vows included romantic words that would be spoken sweetly from her lips on their wedding day. Only he would receive those vows. She was his forever. He was so wonderful, so deserving of those sweet words. His heart was pure, despite him knowing the darknesses of the world. She admired that, she admired that a lot. “Aw, really? That’s too cute!” she mused. “They don’t even get cuddles and I’ll only cuddle Thomas The Teddy when we’re apart for a night, but I don’t think we will be. I can’t be without you for a night,” she admitted. Together, they left the store hand in hand. “But I would and I would again. I have the most perfect boyfriend in the world!”
"I hurt you." Thomas said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I made you cry, I - I deserved that." He said, sadly, licking his lips. Though it would have been very easy to stare at Rapunzel’s hair as she healed his hand, instead, he looked into her face. She seemed to put in so much concentration into her words, and wondered if she always did that or if it was just for him. And when she was finished, he put his finger under her chin and made her catch his eye. "Not just once, always yours." He admitted. Even if he was all wrong for her, even if she did one day decide to leave him, he wouldn’t move on. If Flotsam doomed him to live without Rapunzel, he would just stay alone to avoid hurting anybody else.
“That’s why I said so much, sweetie.” He told her. “I know that you’re going to worry, and you’re the most caring person that I had ever met. You’re still the most amazing and most perfect girlfriend, and I’m sorry that I can’t be perfect back. I’m sorry that there’s something really wrong with me, but I would gladly go through this again and again to save your life. I love you so much Rapunzel. ” He had to squeeze his lips together, biting down on the inner skin to keep from moaning and screaming her name as she went faster on his cock. He got shivers up and down his body as she kissed him all over and wanted to return the favor, he would when they got home. He figured that he was all rattled from Kuzco and that’s what was giving him the mood swings. “I - I’m not sure that I should, I don’t want to be rough again.” But nonetheless, he took his hands out from behind his head and held them up to her. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He asked, continuing to let her have the control.
"That doesn’t mean that you should inflict pain on yourself, Thomas," Rapunzel retorted. It wasn’t that the punch to the tree frightened her, but she was saddened that he believed that he needed to inflict pain on himself for that. As she healed his wounded hand, she put real concentration into it. The kind she never gave to her mother. Her brows were never furrowed together, her eyes were never closed when she reversed her mother’s age. Her concentration was solely for him for she didn’t want him to be in pain, neither physical nor emotional. That’s why her healing incantation was Thomas’s lullaby when he seemed hurt or seemed to be distressed. By placing his finger beneath her chin, she caught his eye. "Always yours, baby." Her heart would never stray. "."
"Oh, okay. I’m sorry. I should have payed more attention to your words," Rapunzel said, sheepishly. A blush trickled across her porcelain cheeks, a smile painting her lips. "Thank you…Thank you so much. I’m glad that I can be that for you, Thomas. But, you don’t need to apologize. I know that things will get better over time, but you’re nothing less than perfect. Do you understand that? You’re still the perfect boyfriend that I’ve known and loved. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you, baby. You’re still you. You’re still my strawberry. I love you so much, Thomas. I always have and I always will. I’m so grateful." On that day, he truly was her guardian angel, her savior. When she spoke of Flotsam being her savior, she was lying through her teeth. Thomas and Thomas alone was her savior on that day, and she was forever grateful to have such a hero in her life. Her pace went faster and faster, moving her hips in circular movements while his genitals were squeezed by the tightness of her lower regions. Her breathing sped up to an accelerated rate, her heart beating loudly against her chest. After pressing kisses to his body that she found so lovely, she let out a couple of soft moans. It was hard not to, she couldn’t restrain herself. "You’re not going to hurt me," she said, softly. "I want you to touch my breasts."
"You go ahead and do that." Thomas said, grinning. Better that she think about his morning grumpy face rather than the fact that most of the time when they fall asleep together naked, he woke up with morning wood. It was rather embarrassing but he wouldn’t bring it up if she didn’t. He loved how much the duo joked around though. It was always fun to be around her, and if he had any problems, she would easily get rid of them with her charming personality and silly jokes. "You know that I would go through any lengths to make it perfect for you?" He asked her, and he truly would. He would empty out his savings account, he would eat only frozen dinners for months and give up all other food to save money just to make sure that their wedding would be everything that she dreamed that it was. He smiled, loving the idea that she had. "I love that. We can probably even do that today!" He announced. He would love to make a teddy bear. It didn’t even feel childish or silly, it just felt natural given their relationship, but he doubted that they would be spending many nights apart. Just her occasional sleep over at friends or if he went out with Flynn and got too drunk to head home. "Alright, more dancing it is." He grinned. Within two months, he had the feeling they could be professional dancers by how often they’ll be doing it. After she placed her dresses on the counter, he passed over his credit card, and even took the bag from her so that she wouldn’t have to carry her. "I’ve got it. What sort of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t even offer to carry your bags?"
"Oh, thanks for granting me permission to do so," Rapunzel scoffed, but it was in a joking way that was made apparent through her bright smile that spread from ear to ear. Together, they were goof balls. Always smiling and laughing and giggling the pair were. It was a rare moment when they weren’t joyous together, when one of them was somber. But, they were always picking up each other back up again. Restoring one another to their full self. If she were ever down in the dumps, Thomas’s ceasing humor would always make her laugh. Out of his many amazing qualities that she was enchanted by, she loved his sense of humor. She loved making him laugh as well. His laughter was soft like summer rain. "I know that you would. You’re so amazing. I would make sure that the day goes smoothly, that I make my vows especially romantic just for you." She was still in awe of how big his heart truly was. It was so pure, so full of goodness and love. The fact that he would go extra lengths to ensure that she would have the fairytale wedding she dreamed of having all of her life was one of the sweetest things that he had ever done for her. "More dancing, yes! I accept!" Her vows were already written for Thomas, but she wasn’t going to share them with him until their special day when they would become man and wife. "Really? Wonderful! I can’t wait! I already know how I’m going to dress Thomas the teddy!" Although they wouldn’t be apart during the night, it was a nice gift to have. She would cuddle Thomas way more than Thomas the teddy. "You’re my own teddy bear," she said, cuddling up next him as he paid for the dress. Once he was done, he took her bags and she gasped in amazement. "Why, I have the best boyfriend ever, don’t I?"
Thomas had felt like he wasn’t in control of his body. He didn’t know if he was just giving in to his pleasure or what, but he would never let that happen again. He would learn how to control himself. He will never, ever hurt Rapunzel like that again. Regardless of her assurances, he knew that she must have been hurting more than she would admit. There were indeed tears and that was a big enough sign for him. He looked down at his hand when she mentioned it. It was throbbing but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it looked. He didn’t know whether or not that was worrying. Looking down at it, he picked out some small pieces of bark before holding it out to Rapunzel to heal. He had enough scars, he didn’t need that one. Especially since he had to work the next day. It seemed that he was getting bloody just about everywhere today, considering he had bit his lip until it bled. “I just bit it, it’s nothing, it doesn’t hurt.” He assured her. “I’m fine, okay? Nothing hurts. You don’t need to worry about me so much.” He brushed off her concern. “No, you don’t have to get used to it. That was wrong of me, I crossed the line and I didn’t mean to, and I will not let it happen again.” He said, sternly, more to himself than to his girlfriend. His mouth opened, but he still kept his hands behind his head, not moving to push further into her as he was tempted to. “That’s perfect baby, just stay at whatever pace you’re comfortable with. You know I’ll enjoy it no matter what.”
"Why…Why did you do that?" she asked, referring to the punch to the tree. Rapunzel smiled sadly as she grabbed Thomas’s wounded hand in hers, pressing a few kisses to it before she wrapped her blond coils around it. When she began to sing, her golden hair glowed around his wounded hand that would be fixed by her healing abilities.
"Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine, heal what has been hurt, change the fates design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine."
After she was done healing his hand, she unraveled her blond coils from his hand. Although he dismissed her worry for him, she was still deeply concerned for him. “I’m sorry. Even if you tell me to not worry about you, I’m still going to. I love you. What kind of person, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t care for your safety? Not a very good one, that’s for sure,” Rapunzel informed, but kept her tone light, not wanting to anger him in any way. “Okay, but I’m fine. I’m a lot tougher than you think.” She wasn’t going to fight him. “O-Okay.” He entered her with ease due to the wetness that her pink folds produced. She kept her paces slow, but picked up the speed in no time. It still wasn’t as fast as he was going, but it was faster than all of the other times they had made love. They weren’t intimate for the longest time and…She needed this. It was way more than a want, it was needed. He was needed. She bent over, pressing kisses all over his body. One to his cheek, one to his jawline, one to his lips and finally his collar bone. On his collar bone, she pressed an intimate kiss to him, but bit down harder than she had before, suckling on his porcelain. She pulled away, the blood rising to the surface that was the love bite she made. “Mine,” she whispered breathlessly, smiling weakly. She then noticed his hands behind his head. “T-Thomas, I want you to touch me.”
Of course punching the tree had caused more than a couple splinters. Thomas had gotten through the bark, causing it to rip skin on the back of his hand, but that was the least of his concerns. The pain made the voices lessen. He could see what he had done to Rapunzel and he felt probably the most awful that he had ever felt in his life - so much guilt was building up in his stomach and he just continued to swallow it down. He turned around when she said that she wanted to try it again. She honestly seemed to mean it and he wanted to give her whatever she wanted but he had to do things differently. He kissed her yet again, trying to make it every bit as passionate as it was before, and then laid down on the cool grass, putting his hands behind his head and making sure that they were being held down securely by his skull. “If you really want to do this Rapunzel, you’re in control. I just - I can’t - not right now.” He shook his head, licking his lips and still tasting the bit of blood from the nick he had made with his teeth. “I love you, I’ll never hurt you that way again. I’ll learn more control, I don’t really know what happened.” It was difficult for him to shut his own mouth up but he managed to do so, staying quiet for a couple of seconds. “I’m all yours, do what you want with me, baby.” He nodded, closing his eyes so that whatever she decided to do would be a surprise. He doubted that she would walk off and leave him like that. Though she shouldn’t trust him right now, he trusted her completely.
She wished that she wasn’t dainty and that she could handle the roughness he was inflicting upon her. Over time, she would be able to. She knew that he didn’t intentionally mean to hurt her. He was giving into the pleasure and she was more than happy that he did so. Rapunzel inhaled and exhaled sharply, yet softly when Thomas turned around. She smiled, but her eyes left his and immediately went towards his hand. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips. How did that not hurt him? Of course, she was concerned for her boyfriend. “Thomas, your hand. Come here, let me heal it. Please.” Once he sat next to her, he pressed a kiss to her lips. She smiled into it, slithering her tongue into his mouth as it entangled with his own tongue. They danced the dance of passion, tasting his sweet taste better this way. To her it not only tasted of honey and nectar, but also one of a freshly picked strawberry that was sweet in all its juices. But, this time, his lips tasted of blood as well. “What happened to your hip? Are you alright?” she asked, concern apparent through her baby blue’s piercing into his. “I’m alright, baby. I’m alright. I’m just not used to it yet, but I will be. I’m just…I’m not as experienced. I’m sorry.” To give him a sense of comfort, she pressed her hand to his cheek and kissed his forehead softly before he went to lay down on the grass that was wet from the dew. “I love you too, baby. It’s okay and I’m okay.” His eyes were closed, but she knew that he wanted the roughness. She did too, but not to his extent. Quickly, she walked over to where she was aligned with his lower regions. She bent down slowly to her knees, in a sitting position almost to let him enter her. She did it slowly, but once he was inside her, she began to move her hips at a fast pace. “Is this…Is this okay, baby?”
"That’s what you want? I mean, of course I don’t make grumpy faces, what are you talking about?" Thomas would forever hold stubborn that he didn’t make grumpy faces, nor would he drool but he would own up to the fact that he might mumble some stuff. That much was obvious by how she was able to tell what his dream was one time. He had a couple of ideas on how to make the prom special, such as asking Angela and one of her school boys to come - he would keep an eye on her of course - but he knew there had to be someone that she was liking, perhaps Rebecca and Michael, and see what other couples were in the other cottages. Make it feel a bit more real for her. "I absolutely love it when you do that. Without a doubt. Marrying you is going to be the best day of my life." Although he had thought of proposing he wasn’t going to do it quite yet. He wanted to save up money for the wedding and all of that stuff before he asked her. Besides, the promise ring was an expense enough right now. "And if you really like my scent that much, I can just buy you a bottle of cologne." He joked. Though he really would if she wanted him to. He rather liked the thought of her going around and smelling like him - and not just because she was randomly some guy named Reece. That was the weirdest day of his life. He came to her just in time to hear her whisper and beamed down at her. "My perfect bumblebee." He retorted right back. "I think if you did that, we would be dancing a lot more often."
"Aw, it’s adorable that you just keep denying it! That’s okay, I’ll just keep admiring it quietly." Rapunzel thought it was rather funny that Thomas denied that he talked in his sleep and that he had the most adorable grumpy face when he woke up. It was little jokes like that between him and her that caused her heart to flutter. Although they were serious romantics with one another, they knew how to joke around and have a wonderful time, acting as if they were big kids. "It’s going to be the best day of my life as well." Without a doubt, she knew that it was going to be the perfect fairytale wedding. She would look and feel like a princess and he would look and feel like a prince and just as he said, he would carry her to the carriage, carry her through the doors of the cottage they would be staying at, and even when they were home, he would carry her. She knew that their marriage would come soon, but not too soon. They were still in the early stages of their relationship. He was definitely worth the wait. "How about…I use your cologne to spray my teddy bear that I’m going to make look like you, and you can use my perfume to spray it on the teddy bear that looks like me!" Rapunzel thought this was a cute idea so if they were ever apart from each other for a night and even though it pained her, she thought it would be good for them to do so. Even when they were married, they could buy wedding outfits for their bears! A blush trickled across her cheeks as he called her the well known and beloved nickname. "I don’t mind dancing with you. I absolutely love it. There’s nothing more passionate. Well…Except making love of course." With a smile, she walked over to the counter and placed the dresses upon the white countertop.
Thomas promised himself right now that he would do anything to make sure that Rapunzel didn’t see him this way again. That Rapunzel would only see him being positive. It’s not that he didn’t want to open up to her, he just knew that she didn’t deserve this. Being pregnant, she didn’t need any of the stress that he was causing her. “All positive thoughts.” He smiled. Those giggles were like music to his ears as he continued to press kisses all over her beautiful face, settling onto her lips into a liplock that could never be called anything less than passionate. Her tongue surprised his but it was welcomed with a moan, and his started to dance around hers, getting her taste that surpassed anything he has ever had before in deliciousness. “You’re very right.” Rapunzel deserved to have no bad thoughts and that’s why he made that promise to himself. As he watched her carefully after growling out his words, he was relieved to find that she wasn’t frightened. He just smiled at her as she said everything that he was worthy of but didn’t believe her for a second. “I’m staying.” He assured her. He didn’t even notice the tears in her eyes but if he did, he still might not have stopped. It was like something was taking over him. It wasn’t that he was on autopilot but it was like his animalistic instincts kicked in, and he just had to have her, had to delve in deeper and faster. “So good.” He moaned out loud, and when he went to caress her cheek, he felt the tears. “Fuck.” He said, hopping off of her and went towards the nearest tree and punched it as hard as he could. “I’m sorry I - fuck.” He didn’t care that he was only in his boxers that were sliding down slightly, letting his cock hang out, he didn’t care what he looked like, he only cared that he had made Rapunzel cry. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just - I -” He ran his hand through his hair, pulling at it rather harshly to get himself centered back on reality. He stopped only to pick up his clothes but didn’t put them on yet. “I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again, I promise.”
Rapunzel was glad that Thomas was telling her to think positively. It was like that her Thomas was returning to her, slowly, but surely. She vowed to herself to let herself be herself. To let herself be the bright and bubbly girl that she was known to be, to help him come back to her as the person he was when they were in England. The person he was when they had met, her Thomas. Her Strawberry. Although he was different now, she loved him all the same would continue to do so. Her love for him was undying, it was unconditional. She would only continue to love him more and more each and every day. Continually, she would keep writing post it notes to ensure that everything was going to get better. That everything was going to be okay in the end. She nodded in agreement with him, smiling. The kiss they shared was so passionate, causing her to moan into it. Their tongues danced together, entangling each other. Sharing a kiss in the clearing brought her back to the moment where they first kissed here. It wasn’t nearly as passionate, but it was a beautiful memory that she would treasure in her heart forever, until eternity. After parting with his soft lips that once graced hers moments ago, she licked her bottom lip. Moaning, she tasted his taste that was on her lips. It was sweet, tasting like honey and nectar, just like him. His reassurance of him staying caused her to smile lightly, but the tears were still falling down her cheeks. With his roughness, she couldn’t help it for she wasn’t used to such large movements at such a fast pace. But, once he saw it, he immediately pulled out of her which caused her to abruptly sit up. She saw him punch a tree, her blue eyes widening at the sight. “Strawberry!” she called after him as he did so. It was so strange, to see him so angry. She could tell that he didn’t want to angry. “Please, come back. Come back to me,” she whispered softly, wiping her cheeks free of tears. She meant both physically, but all emotionally. “It’s okay, baby. I’m okay. I’m just…I’m not used to such roughness yet, but let’s try…Let’s try again, okay? Please, baby? Please?” She needed to make love to him, it was vital.
"I’d love that. And I’ll teach you how to play soccer without having to take it easily on you. I will have no mercy, just so you’re warned." Thomas said with a little wink. He was quite looking forward to their prom night, especially now that he knew what she was going to wear. Their story wasn’t exactly coming true, but their trip to England was certainly inspired by their own tales. "Carrying you is really fun. It’s the most adorable thing ever when you cuddle your head into my chest. One day, I will be carrying you out of our wedding and into a carriage that will take us to the airport to go to our honeymoon. And then I’ll carry you into our room or cottage or what have you, and then when we get home, I’ll carry you into that too. You’re helping me add muscle to my arms, that’s for sure." He laughed. He thought that their lives were already their paradise and the best was yet to come. He let his eyes trail down from hers to her stomach, where Summer’s bump was proudly jutting out from under the dress and laid his hand on top of it. "The best is yet to come, love." He smiled. He accepted the kiss with a grin before waiting for her to come out. He was pacing back and forth, grinning madly, before being asked if he could help zip up some other girl’s dress. Not wanting to be rude he sighed and went over to help the rather overweight woman get her dress up. As he finished, he turned to see that Rapunzel had come out. "Yellow looks good on you." He said politely to the woman before taking the four steps to Rapunzel. "I’m so glad you’re getting these. I promise to try and take you out more so you have more excuses to wear this one." He touched the dress that was meant for their personal prom.
"Okay, okay. I’ll make sure that I’m prepared to verse the best footballer in the whole world. But, if I win, you have to make the same grumpy face that you do in the morning!" The little face that Rapunzel absolutely adored in the morning, the lips she would press hers upon to make him smile. She couldn’t wait for their own special prom. It was sure to be special and it didn’t matter if there weren’t any special decorations, punch, or other people. What mattered was that they were together, enveloped in each other, enchanted by each other. At the kind words that sputtered from his sweet lips, she blushed fiercely. "Really? Oh, that makes me so happy! You - You think that’s adorable? Aw, well, thank you! I only do it because you’re so soft and when I’m close enough to your body, I’m able to smell your scent. It’s such a great smell. Baby, I can’t wait to marry you. You’re going to be the best husband a girl could ever ask for! It sounds like that day, that honeymoon, our life is going to be one big fairytale that’s turning into a reality. A fairytale that all little girl’s dreamed of having one day. My dream has came true because it is you." From here, their lives would only be enriched with love, happiness, and joy. Especially, with their expectant baby girl. A blush trickled across her porcelain cheeks as he graced his hand upon her baby bump, always getting that reaction out of her when he did so. With a smile, she came back out of the dressing room to see Thomas helping out a woman. She thought it was polite that he helped her, then complimented her. "My sweet strawberry," she whispered to herself. She didn’t want people around her to hear the nickname, thinking it was okay to call him that. She wasn’t jealous at all because she knew that with the lovely promises they made, they would never stray from one another. "Really? Oh, yay! But, I could always wear it around the apartment! Anytime you want me to, baby. Anytime you want."
"It’s only going to get better from here. No more negativity, okay?" Thomas said, pressing kisses all over her face, starting at her jaw line, to her cheeks, to her forehead and even made her close her eyes to press kisses to her smooth eyelids before going down to her lips. "No sadness, no yelling, well perhaps a bit of screaming if you feel like it though I wouldn’t suggest it. I wouldn’t want someone to come here and think that I’m murdering you." He chuckled. He had truly felt bad for leaving her at home alone. He never wanted them to spend this sort of time apart but he was really scared of snapping. He was scared of the way that his body seemed to be decomposing on him. He’d do almost anything to go back in time and stop Rapunzel from going out that day, just keep her safe in the apartment. No frying pans were worth anything like their lives. "I’m not -" He realized that he was growling the words more than saying it, so he calmed down his voice a little. "I’m not angry." He tried to say again, the words sounding much less hateful this time. "I’m not angry. It just hurts a lot to hear you say that, and I’m glad that you will never say it again. I just wish I could get that thought out of your head. You’re worth all this, Rapunzel. It’s worth it to see you, to get those wonderful notes from you, to see you as happy as you were this morning." He loved the way that her fingers felt on his skin. It was more soothing than any massage. "I’m here baby, I’m here." He looked at the hickey that he had left her with pride evident in his eyes. He rubbed it over with his thumb, grinning. "Mine." He said, almost as if it were a command. He never felt more possessive than he had in this moment. He had no problem with her nibbling on his skin, only wishing that she was more rough. He needed the pain, the distraction. His head was going to rip him apart. "Rapunzel." He moaned out in satisfaction, thrusting all the way inside of her in a manner that most people would consider rough. He bit down on his lower lip, hard enough to cause a bit of blood to fall, before going back to long, smooth strokes. "This - is - heaven." He straightened back up, his head looking up at the moonlight. He licked the blood off his lip before looking back down onto her body. "Mine forever." He caressed her face.
"Yes! It’s going to get better from here and everything that happens between us, is going to be positive. No, no more negativity." Rapunzel was glad that after everything they had gone through, after everything they were about to endure, Thomas was the one ensuring that things were only going to go up from this point. Little giggles escaped her rosy lips as he pressed kisses to her jawline, to her her cheeks, to her closed eyelids, and to her forehead. But, once he got to her lips, he had her totally enchanted by the kiss, as if she were under his spell. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, entangling his tongue with her own. To taste him. The taste that she craved and desperately longed for. But, once she pulled away, her pearly white bit down on his lower lip, sliding them off slowly with a little grin. "I wholeheartedly agree. We just need to keep thinking positively because, well, we don’t deserve to think bad thoughts about anything." The thoughts of them someday being married, someday watching Summer grow into a beautiful young lady to raise a family of her own were the positive thoughts the couple had to keep in mind during the darkest of times. She noticed that he was growling his words, but it didn’t frighten her. Surprised her a little, but it didn’t frighten her. He wasn’t a monster. He would never scare her. Bringing a hand to his cheek, she caressed it gently in hopes that it would calm him. "No, I’ll never say it again. I won’t. You’re worth all of those positive quotes that I leave you every morning. You’re worthy of love, Thomas. You’re worthy of happiness. You’re worthy of everything good in the world." Continually, she rubbed soothing circles along his thighs, but her hands trailed further up and her hands were now running up and down his sides. "Stay." Gently, he swiped his thumb over the hickey he brought to her porcelain skin. "Mine," she whispered, softly. He thrusted inside of her, rougher than before which caused tears to well up in her baby blue’s. "A-Ah.." she clenched her teeth, her closed eyelids letting the tears falling onto her cheeks. Because it was rougher, she dug her nails on his sides, but it wasn’t hard enough to break skin. "I-It is heaven…Ah…" her teeth were still clenched, eyes closed. But, once he caressed her face, her lips curled into a smile. "Mine for eternity."
"I bet that was fun though. I wish I could do a somersault." Thomas said, laughing. He couldn’t do one even when he was trying to, flat on the ground. He was good at kicking, and he was good at catching soccer balls, but that was about the extent of his athletic ability. If he were there, he would have scolded the people who laughed at her, much like she had done at the airport for him. "I think it’s because I think about it a lot more. I’m a lot more careful with my precious cargo." He grinned. He definitely focused more on his balance when Rapunzel was in his arms, even when he was in a hurry and was running to get her to the hospital, as he had done a couple of times now. He hoped to only do that again when her water broke. He didn’t want her to stop foot into a hospital the day before that happens. He smiled and ran his fingertips up and down her exposed arms, which looked very beautiful with the dress. Her glowing skin only complimented the colors, which also brought out the color of her eyes. "As you are my angel, so we shall bring heaven down to Earth, and make our own paradise." He said, taking hold of both of her hands and smiled, looking into her eyes. "Yeah, you should probably put on your older clothes. If I ask you to try anything on, I’ll end up going bankrupt. I’d buy every article of clothing you ever wore."
"It was actually a lot of fun! When I’m not pregnant anymore, I’ll show you how to do a somersault! It’s real easy, you’ll get the hang of it." After their own special little prom, Rapunzel couldn’t wait to see Thomas play soccer. Right before her very eyes, she would get a glimpse of a teenage Thomas and from what he spoke of in their story they had going on, he was quite good. She wished that they had known each others as teenagers, to be his own cheerleader in the stands. It was good that she had a little surprise for him on that special night. "I love it when you carry me! It makes me feel like a princess!" Any time he carried her, she felt like a porcelain doll being handled with gentle care. "Every time you carry me, I always think of you carrying me over the threshold after we get married and we first go to where our honeymoon would be," she admitted, smiling. She didn’t forget where he wanted their honeymoon to be. In Scotland, along the countryside, to see all of the castles that the country had. Their wedding day was truly going to be a fairytale. "With you, everything is heavenly to me. Everything is wonderful and together, we have our own paradise where nothing bad could ever happen." She couldn’t wait to marry the man the loved, to spend the rest of her days in utter bliss. Her arms that received his gentle touches from his finger tips sprouted goosebumps as her face blushed the color of roses, just as any of his touches would gain. Whether they were intimate and romantic or just all around sweet and gentle, he would have this long lasting affect on her. "I second that! Well, aren’t you just a sweet little thing? Let’s go then! We’ve got a wonderful day in store for us, baby!" Before going to the dressing room, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Quickly, she changed into her dress and before long, she was standing before Thomas, holding her dresses and smiling brightly at him.