The next morning, Aurora was up before I was, which was surprising. I could hear her in the shower. I sat up and yawned loudly. My thoughts almost immediately drifted back to Jafar shirtless. I never even knew he had that underneath that unflattering robe. I thought, skeptically. I wonder how long he's been like that. I smiled slyly, wondering what it would be like to be pressed up against that warm looking body, weaving my fingers through that rich brown hair, inhaling Agrabah off of him, his hands wrestling my dress off me before squeezing my breasts, and drifting lower and lower...
I mentally slapped myself. Why the heck am I thinking that?! I thought, stunned. Just because I love Jafar doesn't mean I think of him like that, we had known each other since we were young, he was like a brother to me. It would be wrong to think of him like that. Right?
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock from the door. "That must be breakfast." I whispered softly, before walking across the room and opening the door. Almost immediately I mentally slapped myself again.
Jafar stood there in the doorway, his head lowered until I opened the door. As soon as our eyes looked into one another, he blushed, his cheeks going the same red as his robes. By now, I had gotten used to the bread and milk Aurora and I got each morning, and today was no exception, Jafar and I exchanged 'Good Morning' to each other and with a calm steady stride, I placed the tray down on the bedside table. I stood up and turned my head a little, catching sight of the Midnight Realm out the parted curtain window.
"It is rather pretty isn't it?" Jafar said, making me jump. "Oh, yes, yes it is." I stammered nervously, he laughed then, a wonderful rich sound that sent a pleasant shiver up and down my spine. His laughter slowed, and he looked at me, I froze as his red eyes stared with heated vision into mine. "Have you ever been out beyond the hills?" He said, a small smile on his lips. I shook my head, my tongue tied up tight in my mouth. He walked over to the window and pulled the curtain aside, bathing the room in light, he was outlined by the light and when he turned to look at me his eyes sparkled in a way that held me spellbound.
"Well? You want to see where it is or not?" I snapped out of my trance and walked over next to him, careful to stand a little ways away from him. He pointed out past the hill I sat at, towards a red mountain range I hadn't noticed. "Past those woods is the unnamed lands that Maleficent never bothered to cover up, it's filled with wildlife." He sat down on the window seat, and sighed softly. "I've been out there once or twice, it's quite lovely on full moon nights." He looked at me with a sweet smile and pated the spot next to him. My mind screamed out in warning, telling me not to, but I sat next to him anyways.
My eyes lowered themselves as I sat next to him, afraid that if he looked into them he'd see how nervous I was. Tenderly, he slipped his hand under my chin and raised my head so I was looking into my eyes. "You have beautiful eyes," he whispered softly, "they remind me of the stars in the night sky." There was something poetic about his voice, a something that I was so obvious to me now, I wondered how I had missed it before. "Thank you." I said in a breath-taken whisper.
"Hey Jasmine! You...oh." We both turned our heads to see Aurora standing in the bathroom doorway, wrapped in a light purple towel with a devious smile on her face. "I should probably let you ladies get ready. Enjoy your breakfast." And with that, he was up and out of he room.
Aurora turned to look at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Do you like him?" She said playfully. "Of course not." I exclaimed blushing deeply, but she just rolled her eyes. "So you say." She said slipping behind the dressing fold. I reached up and gently touched my chin, a smile crept to my lips, Jafar's touch was still here, warm and lingering.
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The Disney Princess Club
ChickLitThe Princesses have had it, their once charming husbands have officially become the men they despise the most, the type of men that are sometimes abusive to them and who often spend more time with their friends then with them. Fed up with the way th...