Re: Here Comes the Bride 2/2contrary_izybelApril 25 2011, 05:52:00 UTC
If the softening of the kisses were any indication Charlotte may have started thinking to same thing. “Stop thinking, Tia. You always think too much.”
“And you always rush into thing without thinking.” Tiana snapped back before Charlotte decided she’d had enough of talking. She slammed her mouth against her friend’s, their teeth knocking together in an unpleasant way. But Charlotte was quick to distract Tiana from that awkward pain.
With an twist that had to have been practiced Charlotte pulled her friend onto her bed. They fell in a pile of dresses and giggles, at least on Lottie’s part. She made sure she was on top of her friend, carefully pinning the new princess’s hands over her head.
Gently she peppered Tiana’s neck with kisses, grinning at the lipstick that got left on the other girl’s skin. She could feel Tiana breathing under her, moaning and whimpering without pattern. Occasionally she would thrust her hips with a determined growl.
Charlotte allowed her fingers to trail from Tiana’s collarbone down her curves, nails scrapping gently as she went. When she finally found her prize she worked agonizingly slow. At least it must have been agonizing if Tiana’s was any indication. Desperation seized her, causing the new princess to arch her back and whimper.
Almost an hour later Princess Tiana returned from changing into her reception gown. Her new mother-in-law made sure to compliment her hair style, which had been changed just slightly so Tiana could move without fear of her crown falling off.
“I have Lottie to thank for that. She can do wonders with her hands.”
Across the dance floor Charlotte giggled with the prince, batting her eyelashes in a move that Tiana would have described as ‘pure Lottie.’ If Naveen noticed he didn’t say anything. He was more focused on their conversation.
“We will be returning to Maldonia for the honeymoon. At least a month touring the country side with my new wife.” He lifted his glass for an impromptu toast.
“Why I just bet you two will have the most perfect honeymoon ever.” Charlotte’s glass clicked delicately against his, her eyes traveling across the room to meet Tiana’s. She was careful not to smile too much at the bright blush dusting the bride’s face. “It’ll be a swell honeymoon.”
“And you always rush into thing without thinking.” Tiana snapped back before Charlotte decided she’d had enough of talking. She slammed her mouth against her friend’s, their teeth knocking together in an unpleasant way. But Charlotte was quick to distract Tiana from that awkward pain.
With an twist that had to have been practiced Charlotte pulled her friend onto her bed. They fell in a pile of dresses and giggles, at least on Lottie’s part. She made sure she was on top of her friend, carefully pinning the new princess’s hands over her head.
Gently she peppered Tiana’s neck with kisses, grinning at the lipstick that got left on the other girl’s skin. She could feel Tiana breathing under her, moaning and whimpering without pattern. Occasionally she would thrust her hips with a determined growl.
Charlotte allowed her fingers to trail from Tiana’s collarbone down her curves, nails scrapping gently as she went. When she finally found her prize she worked agonizingly slow. At least it must have been agonizing if Tiana’s was any indication. Desperation seized her, causing the new princess to arch her back and whimper.
Almost an hour later Princess Tiana returned from changing into her reception gown. Her new mother-in-law made sure to compliment her hair style, which had been changed just slightly so Tiana could move without fear of her crown falling off.
“I have Lottie to thank for that. She can do wonders with her hands.”
Across the dance floor Charlotte giggled with the prince, batting her eyelashes in a move that Tiana would have described as ‘pure Lottie.’ If Naveen noticed he didn’t say anything. He was more focused on their conversation.
“We will be returning to Maldonia for the honeymoon. At least a month touring the country side with my new wife.” He lifted his glass for an impromptu toast.
“Why I just bet you two will have the most perfect honeymoon ever.” Charlotte’s glass clicked delicately against his, her eyes traveling across the room to meet Tiana’s. She was careful not to smile too much at the bright blush dusting the bride’s face. “It’ll be a swell honeymoon.”
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You got down their voices perfectly!
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This is lovely! I love this pairing! Thank you for filling the prompt!
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