Writer's Block

Malvie - French Kiss

French Kiss – Mal x Evie

A/N: This is one of the first requests I received for this book and I FINALLY finished it!

Words: 1,076

Mal exhaled an exhausted sigh as she slammed closed the door to her dorm room, leaning weakly against it. She'd had to endure Audrey's relentless taunting and ridicule throughout the day due to her discovery of the purple-haired girl's new relationship, and nothing made the former villain want to relapse into her wicked ways more than the brunette's conceited voice.

"Audrey again?" inquired a familiar, comforting voice.

Mal lifted her head to meet the soft gaze of her girlfriend, and she sighed softly once more. "I don't know how much more of her I can take." She pushed herself off of the door, dragging her feet as she padded over to the bed. She dropped her weight onto it, lying on her back and staring up at the ceiling. "I would love to sneak a poisoned apple in her lunchbox."

Evie chuckled softly, crossing the room to sit beside her girlfriend on her bed. "You're not that type of person anymore, M. That would get us expelled, and then we'll get sent back to the Isle. Believe it or not, that's worse than dealing with Audrey."

Mal scoffed in disagreement. "I get away with vandalism and theft on the Isle. This stupid school has eyes everywhere."

"We've given up our wicked ways," her blue-haired girlfriend insisted. She extended a hand, stroking the tangles from Mal's violet locks.

"I know," the latter sighed. She turned her head, her forest eyes landing on Evie's porcelain face. "What she says doesn't bother me. I can handle that. Nothing is going to chase me away from this relationship. It's just..."

"I know," Evie nodded. "She's annoying."

"And persistent," Mal groaned.

A shadow blocked the daylight streaming through the window from blinding her eyes. Looking up, Mal met eyes once again with her girlfriend, and her plump lips split into a soft smile. Evie slowly leaned downward, resting a forearm on either side of her girlfriend's head. She closed the distance, pressing her lips tenderly to Mal's. A noise of appreciation sounded in the shorter girl's throat, and it urged Evie to deepen the kiss. She tilted her head, adding more pressure to her girlfriend's lips, sliding one hand into her violet hair.

Mal lifted her arms, securing them around her girlfriend's neck, effectively tugging her as close as she could. She shifted further up on the bed, making room for Evie to lie down with her. Evie complied, lying down on her side beside her girlfriend. Her hand tightened in Mal's hair, keeping her head in place as her tongue swiped across the shorter girl's lips. Mal eagerly opened her mouth, extending her own tongue to wrap around Evie's. She explored the familiar roof of her mouth, sliding across her teeth, before she clamped down and sucked Evie's tongue into her own mouth. Evie whimpered at the sensation, shifting until she was positioned directly on top of the other girl.

"Will you talk to me?" the daughter of the Evil Queen inquired softly, breaking the kiss just long enough to inhale.

"I'd rather kiss you," the daughter of Maleficent countered, sliding one hand into her girlfriend's midnight blue locks in an attempt to tug her mouth back down.

"How about a reward system?" Evie tried again, lifting her head enough that Mal would have to physically adjust in order to reach her lips.

The purple-haired teen pouted, exposing her slightly smudged lipstick. "What kind of reward system?"

"You tell me something that's bothering you," the blue-haired girl explained, pressing her lips to Mal's cheek, "and you get a kiss."

"A kiss on the cheek or a real kiss?" Mal countered, lifting a brow.

"A real kiss," Evie giggled.

Mal exhaled a dramatic sigh, releasing her girlfriend's hair and letting her hands fall beside her head. "Fine."

"Good girl," the taller female praised, brushing her lips across her girlfriend's chin.

The shorter girl would deny the pink hue dancing across her cheeks. "It's just-" she sighed again, this time out of irritation. "She knows how to get under my skin. She somehow knows all of my secret insecurities, even the ones that I didn't know I had."

A soft mouth moved against her own, and she hummed softly, pleased by the interruption.

"What kind of insecurities, babe?" Evie murmured softly, eyelashes fluttering as she gazed into her girlfriend's eyes.

Mal shrugged weakly, emerald eyes dancing around the room as she formulated her reply. "You. Us. Wondering if you actually love me or if I just bullied you into dating me, like I bullied you and Carlos and Jay into being my friends."

The taller girl frowned, and when she kissed Mal again, it was harder than before, more passionate, pouring more emotion into the action. "You never have to worry about that," she promised, keeping her eyes closed and her mouth close to Mal's. "I love you, M. You were intimidating when we first met, but we're way past that. I'm not your friend or your girlfriend out of pity or fear. Carlos and Jay are your friends because they care about you, not because they're afraid of you."

"Then she said..." Mal continued, her voice trailing off as she blinked back a stray tear. "She said that I didn't deserve you. She said that even though we were both villains, you were just following me along, that I'm truly evil and that I've corrupted you."

"Well that's absolutely ridiculous," Evie countered, resting a gentle hand on her girlfriend's face as she kissed her sweetly, lovingly. Her movements were slow as she molded her lips over Mal's, her tongue swiping across the shorter girl's bottom lip. "I love you for who you are, Mal. And I love who you're becoming. And nothing Audrey says will ever change that."

Mal nodded softly to prove she understood Evie's words, though her heart still clenched with doubt. Sensing her hidden uncertainty, Evie kissed her girlfriend, taking hold of her wrists and pinning them above her head. The purple-haired teen hesitantly relinquished control, allowing her girlfriend to move her as she pleased. Evie's tongue slid expertly into her mouth, and Mal was lost as it swirled around her own, mapping out her teeth and the roof of her mouth. Her tongue was sucked into Evie's mouth and Mal whimpered, shamelessly, into their messy kiss. The rest of the afternoon was spent losing themselves in each other, between teeth and tongues and saliva and heavy breaths.