Flynn Rider didn't wake up so much as float out of unconsciousness. Everything was fuzzy; he couldn't get his eyes to focus. He must have had too much to drink.
No, that wasn't it. He didn't have the headache that came with a hangover. Just a faint, pleasant buzz.
He had dreamed about a beautiful blonde maiden named Rapunzel, flowers in her long golden hair. Her kisses were like nothing he had ever felt.
He tried to rub his eyes, but his hands were tied to the bedposts.
Wait. Why was he tied to a bed?
It all came back to him, slowly, like a boat emerging from fog. His escape from the castle guards, the Stabbington Brothers, finding the tower, Rapunzel's kisses, her song. It hadn't been a dream, had it.
The room was barely recognizable as the inside of a tower. The bed lay in a verdant garden filled with a staggering variety of exotic flowers he had never seen. Their scent filled the room with a soothing, intoxicating aroma. Vines climbed the walls and hung from the high ceiling, warm light filtering in through their emerald leaves.
A cool breeze ran over Flynn's naked body. He was bound, his hands tied with vines. They slithered around, tightening as he tried to yank his hands away.
"Good morning," Rapunzel said. Flynn's heart leapt at the sound of her voice as it poured silk-smooth and honeysuckle-sweet over his ears.
She swayed into the room with an unparalleled grace, unmatched even by the Queen herself. Her beautiful gold locks trailed behind her, the undulating waves floating with an ethereal calm and shimmering with mesmerizing light.
Embarrassed to be naked before such beauty, Flynn struggled to cover himself up. The vines only wound tighter, bruising his wrists, biting into the skin.
"There's no need to struggle," she said, and she traced a dainty hand along his side where his wound had been. It wasn't there anymore. "There's no point."
He knew what she said was true. As much as he wanted to be free, part of him—the part of him currently in control—wanted to obey her more. "Besides," she said, "I think you'll like it here."
Golden light glowed off of everything. It was all so hazy.
"I'm still a little fuzzy on... what's going on here?"
"Well," Rapunzel said, "There's a naked man in my bed and—"
"No, I mean... I thought you— I thought I—"
"You thought you were dead?"
He nodded.
"I told you: my hair has healing powers."
He eyed her golden waves skeptically. Or at least, that was the idea; instead he found himself lost in their shimmering beauty, staring as they rippled ever so gently over her curves. It took some effort to tear his eyes away. He shook his head.
"Well," he said, "Thank you for saving me... I guess." A voice in the back of his mind seemed to protest his thankfulness. After all, she was the one who poisoned him in the first place. But looking at her now he couldn't bring himself to feel anything less than adoration for her.
"I just wasn't done with you yet," she said, and she twirled a lock of her hair. "But that doesn't really matter to you, does it?"
He wasn't sure what she meant. Her voice was soft and beautiful, he just couldn't concentrate on the specific words. He just knew that her voice filled him with warmth and desire. He was lost in her eyes. Green, shimmering pools.
"Oh dear," she said, "You're having a little trouble focusing, aren't you?"
"No," he said, "I'm fine." She was right, though. He was having trouble focusing.
"Let me help you," she purred as she climbed on top of Flynn.
Rapunzel straddled him. Her emerald eyes smoldering as she swayed. Her breasts glittered in the lowlight. Flynn couldn't tear his eyes away.
Her golden waves pooled on his chest as she stretched forward with an arousing sigh, her purple nails lightly scratching the skin from his pecs down his abdomen.
