Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Not A Soul

The afternoon sun shined on the Corona, its people hustling about with their chores, work and every day tasks. It was the hustle and bustle of a days works, the merchants out trying to sell, the upper class roaming in their carriages for a pretty thing to buy, the middle class working while the children were being entertained. No one would’ve recognized the woman who walked through it all, the sounds drowned out her heels on the cobblestone. The smells of fresh bread and food drowned out the perfume of flowers and warm honey.

She was dressed in a plain pale pink dress, her signature golden hair hidden under a sun hat that tied under her chin. Her parasol was a testament to her wealth but no one thought her to be the grand princess of Corona. From her corset to her linens, she looked like another high class woman, hiding her fair skin from the sun’s rays.

But this one had a purpose. 

She passed the black smith’s shop, her heel turned and headed down the worn paved path past the shop and towards the work house she had become familiar with over the last couple of months.

Rapunzel gasped as her wrist was caught. With a yank she found herself pressed against the side of the work shop, her heels in the grass and her parasol fallen to the dirt. Her eyes raised and met that of her lover. She smiled as his own. He was beautiful, the black smiths son. He had the oddest features, whitest of hair and bluest of eyes but his smile had her enraptured. 

"Look what I found." he said with a smirk, his calloused and burned fingers pulled the bow under her chin until it came undone. He took the hat and threw it off to the side, her blonde locks falling down over her shoulder in soft waves. 

"And what did you find, good sir?" she asked playfully. He wore his usual work clothes, a plain white shirt, partly unbuttoned from the heat of the fire and black trousers. His boots tied and covered with soot and scuffs. She dusted off his white locks the soot and ash came off in black clouds. 

He chuckled, “An over dressed duchess of course.” he replied, his voice was husky as his blue eyes took on a darker look. Her body felt hot at the sight. 

They had been doing this for months, these little trysts hidden away from prying eyes. His status would never allow him to court her and she would never be allowed to be with a man who wasn’t of the upper class. But when they met, it was like everything had come together. She was never one for the fancy banquets and rules and he was a dreamer stuck to toil over hot flames. 

He had come to her home to deliver the specialty blade that was ordered by her father. It was that moment, seeing him dressed in his nicest clothes and her dirty from running through the gardens with her cousin. As soon as they saw each other, it all made sense. 

Jack picked up the small woman,  petticoats and all, and walked her into the work shop. It smelled of burning wood, metal and hay but neither cared. He kicked closed the doors behind them before placing her on her feet, pushing her back against them. She gasped and his mouth took advantage of her surprise.

Her hands found the hard plains of his chest under his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers so that she could get her finger tips run over the dips and contours of the workers body. He was a specimen she was not used to. While the upper class snobs were fit from their fencing and games, his body was sculpted from his hard work. She had seen the burns and scars from the swords and fire, they were smooth under her fingers.

His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting and delving while his hands were  bust unbuttoning the back of her dress. It was a struggle at first but now he had gotten better, quicker. They’re intimate times together were always brief because his father could walk in at any moment. He would seek off to see her in her gardens at night or find excuses to go to her home for business. It was a love story they didn’t know the end to and they enjoyed the adventure while it lasted.

She was released from the confines of the dress she wore and it fell to her ankles, revealing her in her corset and underthings. Jack wasted no time, his hands pushing the white under skirt up her thighs while he felt the expanse of her legs. She quickened her exploration while his mouth left searing open mouth kisses down her jaw and neck. Her hands went to his trousers, unbuttoning as fast as her fingers could go.

"We never tell anyone about this, right?" she sighed, her head lulling back as he nipped at her exposed flesh.

"Not a soul." he whispered against her shoulder, his hands found the apex of her thighs and she gasped as he ran a finger over the slick lips of her womanhood. "Bare for me?"

She shuddered as one hand spread her stance while the other dipped a finger inside her. Her hands went to his chest, gripping the fabric of his worn shirt. “Jack..” she moaned.

Jack looked at his lopper and felt his pride swell as well as other parts of him. She would never understand how much she meant to him. She was perfect in his eyes, no matter her money or status. Rapunzel was perfect and she was his. He didn’t know what he would do when her father finally forced marriage upon her. The jealousy rose in him at the thought and he sucked at her collar bone, leaving behind a purple mark.  He loved their nights together, sneaking to see each other but these times were the middle of the afternoon; she would come to see him and they would indulge in their carnal pleasures.

These times he knew that if he would lose her, he would make sure that no other man would be good enough for her. He had taken her slowly, fulfilled her fantasies, pleasured her body as he did her mind with whispers of love and beauty and he meant it all. But he would also indulge her in a way that none of those upper class retches would. Hot, passionate and animalistic, because sometimes the love for another was untamable. 

Rapunzel found herself bent over the side of a work table, her hands on the sanded wood as Jack pushed the under skirt up to her bent waist, her beautiful backside shown to him in her modest pink fabric heels. He pushed his trousers down and positioned himself at her entrance. She shuddered under him, her blonde waves falling over her shoulders and onto the table. 

"Do you want me, Lady Rapunzel?" he asked, a playful smirk on his face. She nodded, arching her back. "What was that?" He pressed the head of him against the swollen lips of her. 

"Yes, Jack! I want you.." she moaned, her body was on fire and she didn’t just want him, she needed him. 

Jack smirked, no he was never giving her back.