[pornmas] day 2.
Summary: "I missed you too." She turns to kiss her cheek. "Come, you must be tired and they have just finished renovating our bedroom."
Fandom/Pairings: Princess Protection Program; Rosalinda "Rosie" Maria Montoya Fiore/Carter Mason
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: This is quite late, but I do what I want and what I want is for everyone to watch Princess Protection Program and write me fic. Also blatant post-canon wish fulfillment fic. For the record, Rosalinda and Carter are probably both about 25 in this fic.
Disclaimer: No.
you're the only place that feels like home
"Roooooosieeeeeeee."
Coming home from her latest mission, Carter wanders through the Costa Luna royal grounds, calling out for Rosalinda. It's not that the royal grounds are large, being that Costa Luna is such a small country, but they are a labyrinth. It's easy to get lost, and easy to walk right by someone. She's lived in the mansion for several years now, but she's still learning things about it. Turning the corner, Carter slips into Mr. Elegante's studio.
"Mr. Elegante!" Carter taps him on the shoulder. "Have you seen Rosie?"
"Ah, Carter!" Setting down the fabric he was holding up to a dressform, Mr. Elegante comes over to hug Carter. "Mi princesa said you would be coming. She is out at a local restaurant doing publicity, but she will be back shortly."
"Cool." Carter hugs Mr. Elegante back, before stepping away to take in the newest dress in the studio. "What are you working on? Is this for our wedding?"
"Ah, yes. This is mi princesa's wedding dress." Mr. Elegante runs his hands down the dress and smiles fondly. "I was just going to start yours."
Picking up two swatches of Caribbean blue fabric, Mr. Elegante holds them up to Carter's face. She stays still while he tries to decide, but it's not really her favorite thing to be doing. Really, if Carter had her way, she and Rosalinda would have eloped to Vegas and come back married. Apparently, however, there's rules about how queens get married. At least their wedding is only a couple weeks away, which is great because if Carter needs to hear one more question about tablecloths, she's probably going to spirit Rosalinda away to Vegas, tradition and customs be damned.
"We will go with the Duponi. It complements your skintone better."
"Sounds great!" Carter doesn't even know what Mr. Elegante is saying, but she figures the dress will be beautiful irregardless. "Tell Rosie that I'll be in the kitchen, okay?"
"Yes, yes." Mr. Elegante waves Carter off, already engrossed in the design of her dress. "Go away now."
Rolling her eyes, Carter heads toward the kitchen.
----
"Carter?" Rosalinda floats into the kitchen about an hour later, when Carter's just sitting on one of the counters and talking to Chef Julian. Her eyes light up when she catches sight of Carter. "How was your trip?"
"Oh, you know." Carter hops off the counter and laughs. "I saved the day and kicked some bad guy ass."
"And you are unharmed?" Although she never really expresses it, Carter knows that Rosalinda is constantly worried about their safety. "Mr. Elegante will be very upset if you bleed on your wedding dress."
"Not a single scratch." Carter walks over to Rosalinda and hugs her. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." Rosalinda turns to kiss Carter's cheek. "Come, you must be tired and they have just finished renovating our bedroom."
It's all Carter can do not to laugh and ruin Rosalinda's carefully constructed ruse. She lets herself be led, fingers tangled with Rosalinda's.
----
Carter presses Rosalinda against the door as soon as they're in the bedroom. Their bedroom has actually been renovated, but Carter doesn't care. She's never really stopped being the Carter Mason, Bait Girl-even now that she's a super awesome spy for the Princess Protection Program-and so the renovations were mostly handled by Rosalinda. She cares about duvet patterns and tile color, but Carter couldn't care less.
All she cares about is the way Rosalinda sighs against her and becomes less like the Queen she's meant to be and more like Carter's Rosie. Carter works open the buttons on the back of Rosalinda's dress, letting it fall to the floor before pulling down Rosalinda's underwear.
"I like what you did with the room."
Carter smiles up at Rosalinda before leaning forward to kiss her hip. Rosalinda shivers before taking a deep breath in and out.
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it." It sounds like Rosalinda is going to say more, but then Carter slips two fingers into her and she inhales sharply. Years of princess training have made Rosalinda's reactions slight and understated, but it's one of the things Carter likes about her. "Carter."
Rosalinda's voice is quite and breathy, which is exactly the way Carter likes her. Adjusting her position, Carter nudges Rosalinda into spreading her legs slightly and tries to drink all of Rosalinda. She tastes the same as she always does-heady and thick, enough that it's all Carter can process-and Carter is immensely glad that some things don't change.
They're older, supposedly wiser, but sometimes Carter thinks they haven't progressed much past the tentative teenagers learning to explore each other. Still, Carter's learned some things since then and she intends to put them to good use.
----
Their wedding day is a slightly breezy spring day. Carter stands tall, posture perfect like Rosalinda taught her and hands carefully folded behind her back, waiting anxiously for Rosalinda to be walked out. When Rosalinda finally does walk out, Carter is breathless. She'd seen the dress a dozen times on a dressform, but it's even more breathtaking on Rosalinda herself.
She glides across the walkway, every bit the queen that she's meant to be, and Carter is so, so glad they met all those years ago. Rosalinda takes her place next to Carter, and someone says a great many words before the most important ones Carter will ever hear: Do you, Carter Mason, take Queen Rosalinda Maria Montoya Fiore to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?
Carter smiles, does not hesitate. "I do."
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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Fandom/Pairings: Princess Protection Program; Rosalinda "Rosie" Maria Montoya Fiore/Carter Mason
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: This is quite late, but I do what I want and what I want is for everyone to watch Princess Protection Program and write me fic. Also blatant post-canon wish fulfillment fic. For the record, Rosalinda and Carter are probably both about 25 in this fic.
Disclaimer: No.
you're the only place that feels like home
"Roooooosieeeeeeee."
Coming home from her latest mission, Carter wanders through the Costa Luna royal grounds, calling out for Rosalinda. It's not that the royal grounds are large, being that Costa Luna is such a small country, but they are a labyrinth. It's easy to get lost, and easy to walk right by someone. She's lived in the mansion for several years now, but she's still learning things about it. Turning the corner, Carter slips into Mr. Elegante's studio.
"Mr. Elegante!" Carter taps him on the shoulder. "Have you seen Rosie?"
"Ah, Carter!" Setting down the fabric he was holding up to a dressform, Mr. Elegante comes over to hug Carter. "Mi princesa said you would be coming. She is out at a local restaurant doing publicity, but she will be back shortly."
"Cool." Carter hugs Mr. Elegante back, before stepping away to take in the newest dress in the studio. "What are you working on? Is this for our wedding?"
"Ah, yes. This is mi princesa's wedding dress." Mr. Elegante runs his hands down the dress and smiles fondly. "I was just going to start yours."
Picking up two swatches of Caribbean blue fabric, Mr. Elegante holds them up to Carter's face. She stays still while he tries to decide, but it's not really her favorite thing to be doing. Really, if Carter had her way, she and Rosalinda would have eloped to Vegas and come back married. Apparently, however, there's rules about how queens get married. At least their wedding is only a couple weeks away, which is great because if Carter needs to hear one more question about tablecloths, she's probably going to spirit Rosalinda away to Vegas, tradition and customs be damned.
"We will go with the Duponi. It complements your skintone better."
"Sounds great!" Carter doesn't even know what Mr. Elegante is saying, but she figures the dress will be beautiful irregardless. "Tell Rosie that I'll be in the kitchen, okay?"
"Yes, yes." Mr. Elegante waves Carter off, already engrossed in the design of her dress. "Go away now."
Rolling her eyes, Carter heads toward the kitchen.
----
"Carter?" Rosalinda floats into the kitchen about an hour later, when Carter's just sitting on one of the counters and talking to Chef Julian. Her eyes light up when she catches sight of Carter. "How was your trip?"
"Oh, you know." Carter hops off the counter and laughs. "I saved the day and kicked some bad guy ass."
"And you are unharmed?" Although she never really expresses it, Carter knows that Rosalinda is constantly worried about their safety. "Mr. Elegante will be very upset if you bleed on your wedding dress."
"Not a single scratch." Carter walks over to Rosalinda and hugs her. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." Rosalinda turns to kiss Carter's cheek. "Come, you must be tired and they have just finished renovating our bedroom."
It's all Carter can do not to laugh and ruin Rosalinda's carefully constructed ruse. She lets herself be led, fingers tangled with Rosalinda's.
----
Carter presses Rosalinda against the door as soon as they're in the bedroom. Their bedroom has actually been renovated, but Carter doesn't care. She's never really stopped being the Carter Mason, Bait Girl-even now that she's a super awesome spy for the Princess Protection Program-and so the renovations were mostly handled by Rosalinda. She cares about duvet patterns and tile color, but Carter couldn't care less.
All she cares about is the way Rosalinda sighs against her and becomes less like the Queen she's meant to be and more like Carter's Rosie. Carter works open the buttons on the back of Rosalinda's dress, letting it fall to the floor before pulling down Rosalinda's underwear.
"I like what you did with the room."
Carter smiles up at Rosalinda before leaning forward to kiss her hip. Rosalinda shivers before taking a deep breath in and out.
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it." It sounds like Rosalinda is going to say more, but then Carter slips two fingers into her and she inhales sharply. Years of princess training have made Rosalinda's reactions slight and understated, but it's one of the things Carter likes about her. "Carter."
Rosalinda's voice is quite and breathy, which is exactly the way Carter likes her. Adjusting her position, Carter nudges Rosalinda into spreading her legs slightly and tries to drink all of Rosalinda. She tastes the same as she always does-heady and thick, enough that it's all Carter can process-and Carter is immensely glad that some things don't change.
They're older, supposedly wiser, but sometimes Carter thinks they haven't progressed much past the tentative teenagers learning to explore each other. Still, Carter's learned some things since then and she intends to put them to good use.
----
Their wedding day is a slightly breezy spring day. Carter stands tall, posture perfect like Rosalinda taught her and hands carefully folded behind her back, waiting anxiously for Rosalinda to be walked out. When Rosalinda finally does walk out, Carter is breathless. She'd seen the dress a dozen times on a dressform, but it's even more breathtaking on Rosalinda herself.
She glides across the walkway, every bit the queen that she's meant to be, and Carter is so, so glad they met all those years ago. Rosalinda takes her place next to Carter, and someone says a great many words before the most important ones Carter will ever hear: Do you, Carter Mason, take Queen Rosalinda Maria Montoya Fiore to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?
Carter smiles, does not hesitate. "I do."
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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