Re: Title: SatisfactionguiltyhousewifeApril 21 2011, 22:32:30 UTC
Jasmine made an incredulous noise, looking backwards and up into Jafar's face to argue, only to have him grab her chin forcefully and return her attention back to Aladdin.
"This is an order, slave. Attend to the boy, comfort him, imagine you love him, like I commanded."
With a displeased huff, Jasmine eyed Aladdin for a moment before climbing up onto the bed with him, rubbing his shoulder uselessly. Jafar's gaze indicated her to continue, and she folded her legs, dragging Aladdin, though horrified, to lay in her lap. He went to resist, but caught Jafar's stern eye as well, and stayed, though stiff and uncomfortable in the former princess's hands.
Jasmine ran her perfectly manicured nails through his hair, murmuring what she thought were comforting things. Aladdin relaxed a little, looking up at her in watery disbelief as she went to mechanically clean his bleeding mouth with the hem of her own blouse. Then their eyes met.
Jafar could barely contain his hiss of satisfaction.
Aladdin was caught, pinioned by the same beautiful eyes that he fell in love with so many years ago and he groaned with the pain and pleasure to relive it all again. Jasmine's hard edges were falling away, looking into the brown eyes she grew to love and trust, and her hand strayed to his lips, touching where she once had kissed. They were remembering. Though Jafar knew his spells would hold, that they were his slaves at the end of the day, they were finding old bridges between them knitting back together, painfully, like stitches.
He snatched Jasmine's arm without a word, dragging her away from Aladdin, whose hand went reaching for her. Jasmine sputtered in hurt confusion, her perfect-whore veneer faltering as Jafar shut the door behind them, Aladdin's howl of pain delicious to his ears.
Re: Title: SatisfactionafterandalasiaApril 22 2011, 15:31:27 UTC
Oh god, yes. Oh my god. You have, indeed, got Jafar so magnificently wicked, using them so wonderfully against each other. And that little moment where they almost remember... yes. I love how they kept the feelings of their own personalities, whilst at the same time being under his control. Oh, yum indeed~
Re: Title: SatisfactionrberryberetJune 10 2011, 20:51:59 UTC
Oh, I love the way your mind works... This was perfect. I think that only really well written stories can make the reader feel emotion while reading the story -- and my heart hurt in the end. SO good! :D
"This is an order, slave. Attend to the boy, comfort him, imagine you love him, like I commanded."
With a displeased huff, Jasmine eyed Aladdin for a moment before climbing up onto the bed with him, rubbing his shoulder uselessly. Jafar's gaze indicated her to continue, and she folded her legs, dragging Aladdin, though horrified, to lay in her lap. He went to resist, but caught Jafar's stern eye as well, and stayed, though stiff and uncomfortable in the former princess's hands.
Jasmine ran her perfectly manicured nails through his hair, murmuring what she thought were comforting things. Aladdin relaxed a little, looking up at her in watery disbelief as she went to mechanically clean his bleeding mouth with the hem of her own blouse. Then their eyes met.
Jafar could barely contain his hiss of satisfaction.
Aladdin was caught, pinioned by the same beautiful eyes that he fell in love with so many years ago and he groaned with the pain and pleasure to relive it all again. Jasmine's hard edges were falling away, looking into the brown eyes she grew to love and trust, and her hand strayed to his lips, touching where she once had kissed. They were remembering. Though Jafar knew his spells would hold, that they were his slaves at the end of the day, they were finding old bridges between them knitting back together, painfully, like stitches.
He snatched Jasmine's arm without a word, dragging her away from Aladdin, whose hand went reaching for her. Jasmine sputtered in hurt confusion, her perfect-whore veneer faltering as Jafar shut the door behind them, Aladdin's howl of pain delicious to his ears.
Now.
Now, he was satisfied.
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