Drabbletag - Champagne
Title: Intoxicating
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Champagne
Fandom: Disney
Pairing: Elsa/Aurora
Rating: PG
Word count: 215
The view is stunning. The castle grounds are far below them, the forest swelling out in the distance, the angular shapes of the mountains beyond that reaching up into the twilight sky.
Yet Elsa finds herself distracted, no appreciation for the gorgeous scenery, her focus entirely wrapped up in the way Aurora smiles at her, playful and tempting.
“Here’s to a partnership between our kingdoms,” Elsa offers, raising her drink, and their glasses clink together in a toast to the new trading arrangement.
“And here’s to new friendships,” Aurora says, voice warm and inviting. Leaning in, and Elsa cannot help but sway closer as well, feeling the heat of Aurora’s body.
Their lips meet, soft but with a low and building hunger. Elsa tilts her head for the leisurely slide of Aurora’s tongue, fingers brushing her hair, pressing lightly at her jaw, kissing slow and wanton.
The tower is the highest point of Aurora’s castle, and a cool night’s breeze begins to drift through the arched windows. But it is not the chill that steals a shiver from Elsa, for she is immune to the cold. Instead it’s the kisses that are as sweet and bubbly as the champagne they’ve shared, as Aurora herself, and Elsa sighs against Aurora’s lips, growing drunk on her touch.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Champagne
Fandom: Disney
Pairing: Elsa/Aurora
Rating: PG
Word count: 215
The view is stunning. The castle grounds are far below them, the forest swelling out in the distance, the angular shapes of the mountains beyond that reaching up into the twilight sky.
Yet Elsa finds herself distracted, no appreciation for the gorgeous scenery, her focus entirely wrapped up in the way Aurora smiles at her, playful and tempting.
“Here’s to a partnership between our kingdoms,” Elsa offers, raising her drink, and their glasses clink together in a toast to the new trading arrangement.
“And here’s to new friendships,” Aurora says, voice warm and inviting. Leaning in, and Elsa cannot help but sway closer as well, feeling the heat of Aurora’s body.
Their lips meet, soft but with a low and building hunger. Elsa tilts her head for the leisurely slide of Aurora’s tongue, fingers brushing her hair, pressing lightly at her jaw, kissing slow and wanton.
The tower is the highest point of Aurora’s castle, and a cool night’s breeze begins to drift through the arched windows. But it is not the chill that steals a shiver from Elsa, for she is immune to the cold. Instead it’s the kisses that are as sweet and bubbly as the champagne they’ve shared, as Aurora herself, and Elsa sighs against Aurora’s lips, growing drunk on her touch.