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JAFAR WAITED IN his cell, darkness loomed over his prison, hiding him in the shadows.
He wasn't planning to be there for long, he had trained Iago well and he would be coming for him soon.
He couldn't believe Rashida had been so disappointed in him, it was hardly a surprise he was pretending.
"How dare you do that to me?" Rashida shouted, entering the dirty, dungeons.
She poked her head through the metal, rusty bars to see Jafar's face, smirking tediously at her, "Devil."
She's seriously angry with me? I don't care, she is being childish. She should know who I am by now and it shouldn't bother her...
Rashida's face was in disgust, was this the same boy she had ran up and down the bazaar with giggling and laughing?
Was this the same boy who shared kisses with her under the cherry tree?
I am just going to ignore her, she gets furious when I do that. It's hilarious.
"I'm not going get angry with you," Rashida said, smiling, he thought he knew so much, "I'm going to sit here until you talk to me."
Hmm, that's new. Oh, well. She'll break soon enough. Then Iago can come and save me.
Rashida looked towards the keys, hooked up on a post near his cell and grabbed them.
"No one is coming to save you, Jaffie. It's just you and me."
Oh, hell.
"I'm sorry," Jafar said, blankly.
I'm not.
"No you're not."
Jafar's eyebrows creased, he came closer, more into the light, lowering his head so his face was level with hers.
I can't believe she's acting like I'm the only one that's done everything wrong.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" Jafar asked, hurt in his voice, "For three years!"
"I didn't think you'd..."
"Exactly! You didn't think I'd care. You don't think I care..." Jafar's eyes turned to the floor, "Don't you think there was a reason I became Vizier?"
Rashida couldn't read any of his thoughts, all of his words were all his mind were thinking of - it was the pure truth.
"I struggled in the streets, I built myself up from a filthy street rat into something great. For you. It was all for you..."
"Jafar..." Rashida sighed, her heart clogged with regret and pity. She had no idea.
"Then in return, what do I get?" Jafar spat angrily, "I get you going to marry some half-wit Prince! Because I haven't sacrificed my whole life for you, my whole world...my whole hear..."
He was on the verge of tears, he took breaths as he tried to contain himself, "That's just how love works, isn't it?"
"You love me?" Rashida asked.
I do.
"Of course I do," He said, looking to the floor in shame.
I know you don't feel the same.
There was a loud click as the key twisted in the key hole and the cell door unlocked. Rashida swung the door open, with a loud creak.
"What are you doing?" Jafar asked.
"Letting you go," Rashida smiled.
"I won't change," Jafar warned her.
"I know but I know who you are now and it doesn't bother me."
Jafar smiled as he looked into her eyes, he knew what was going on now. That very sentence gave him all he needed to know.
He trailed his hand up Rashida's arm, her bare skin tingling from the sensation of his fingers brushing against her warm skin.
Can I kiss you again?
He dragged them tantalisingly up to her cheek, cupping it, "I know you can hear me, Rashida..."
Can I kiss you?
She nodded and he pulled her face into his, kissing her lips softly. It was less passionate than their other kiss, it was much more gentle and full of love and emotion.
"Will you spent the night with me?" Rashida asked.
Jafar was surprised she wanted him in her bed, "I thought we couldn't?"
