[FIC] Sketches(2/?) (Princess and the Frog)
Title: Sketches: Normal
Author: kohee
Pairing: Naveen x Tiana
Summary: A glimpse into the morning of a typical yet unusual couple.
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Some sort of continuation...and I promise to write something for my other fandoms. Soonish.
It is a normal day, in the most normal of the mornings, and therefore it is not unusual to find an annoyed Tiana standing outside the bathroom door, rapping sharply at it.
“Naveen! You have been in there for almost an hour!”
On the other side of the door, he winces, running a comb through his dark hair quickly, recognising the exasperated lilt in his wife's voice. With a tinge of regret, he realises his hair is not nearly as perfect as he wants it to be, but he dares not risk the wrath of Tiana, who can be extremely scary (but also alluringly enigmatic, strangely, he thinks) when she is angry.
The door clicks open and he grins at her, aware that he looks dashing, but Tiana pushes past him with a slight scowl on her face, still dressed in her night clothes, towel and fresh clothes in her hand.
“About time you done in here,” she mutters, and doesn't miss the disappointed expression on his face.
“Ah my beautiful wife,” Naveen says woefully. “It hurts me so when you do not comment on my efforts to look charming for you.”
She rolls her eyes, but there is a glimmer of a smile on her face, and that, he is happy to see.
“Of all the men I can choose to marry,” she says, putting down her things, turning away from him and leaning over to fill the tub, “I married a man that is the vainest in of New Orleans.”
He edges closer to her, and places his hand lightly on her hip, his breath warm on her neck. “You must admit, also the most handsome, no?”
She makes a snorting sound, but he continues on, not allowing her to speak as he smooths a tendril of dark hair behind her ear. “And also, the one that loves you the most.”
Tiana turns to face him, her palms flat against his chest, the corners of her mouth lifting. “You are exasperating.”
“Wonderfully exasperating,” Naveen corrects her as his arms encircled her waist.
She wrinkles her nose. “Sometimes, I think I like you better when you were a frog.”
He lifts an eyebrow questioningly. “You must be joking, my lovely Tiana.”
“Well...” she says. “As a frog, you were albeit less vain and did not fish for compliments...so often.”
Naveen chuckles, his hands pushing up her night shirt, his fingertips skimming across the warm, bare skin of her hips. “Surely you can spare your husband the smallest of compliments.”
“You're incorrigible,” she returns, her hands stilling his from wandering even further.
He leans forward, his fingers firm underneath hers. “I do not believe that is a compliment.”
“Naveen...” she says, her tone one of mild protest. “I need to take my bath and we both need to get to the restaurant. We are very late and Mama's going to have her hands full with the early preparations.”
“Ah,” he drawls, the light in his eyes all too familiar and suggesting that he is not really listening to her. “You can take your bath, a very quick one...and I can join you, yes?”
She slaps his chest lightly, scoldingly. “You just had your bath! An hour long one, if I may just remind you.”
Naveen shrugs. “Frogs do not mind a lot of water.”
He then tugs her closer to him and presses his mouth against hers, and his heart skips and races when he feels her responding, her hand resting on his cheek, her fingers one of gentle caress.
When they part, breathless and in love, he sees the sparkle in her eyes that tells him he has won. Laughing, Tiana slides her hands down his chest, and he pushes her shirt up even further, drawing it over her ribcage.
“I supposed frogs can't tell the time either, my prince?” She smirks, fingers deftly undoing his shirt buttons.
“Why, I believe they can't,” he replies, pulling her closer for another kiss.
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end, 664 words
Writing fluff makes me want to drink a lot of coffee for some reason. ^~
Author: kohee
Pairing: Naveen x Tiana
Summary: A glimpse into the morning of a typical yet unusual couple.
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Some sort of continuation...and I promise to write something for my other fandoms. Soonish.
It is a normal day, in the most normal of the mornings, and therefore it is not unusual to find an annoyed Tiana standing outside the bathroom door, rapping sharply at it.
“Naveen! You have been in there for almost an hour!”
On the other side of the door, he winces, running a comb through his dark hair quickly, recognising the exasperated lilt in his wife's voice. With a tinge of regret, he realises his hair is not nearly as perfect as he wants it to be, but he dares not risk the wrath of Tiana, who can be extremely scary (but also alluringly enigmatic, strangely, he thinks) when she is angry.
The door clicks open and he grins at her, aware that he looks dashing, but Tiana pushes past him with a slight scowl on her face, still dressed in her night clothes, towel and fresh clothes in her hand.
“About time you done in here,” she mutters, and doesn't miss the disappointed expression on his face.
“Ah my beautiful wife,” Naveen says woefully. “It hurts me so when you do not comment on my efforts to look charming for you.”
She rolls her eyes, but there is a glimmer of a smile on her face, and that, he is happy to see.
“Of all the men I can choose to marry,” she says, putting down her things, turning away from him and leaning over to fill the tub, “I married a man that is the vainest in of New Orleans.”
He edges closer to her, and places his hand lightly on her hip, his breath warm on her neck. “You must admit, also the most handsome, no?”
She makes a snorting sound, but he continues on, not allowing her to speak as he smooths a tendril of dark hair behind her ear. “And also, the one that loves you the most.”
Tiana turns to face him, her palms flat against his chest, the corners of her mouth lifting. “You are exasperating.”
“Wonderfully exasperating,” Naveen corrects her as his arms encircled her waist.
She wrinkles her nose. “Sometimes, I think I like you better when you were a frog.”
He lifts an eyebrow questioningly. “You must be joking, my lovely Tiana.”
“Well...” she says. “As a frog, you were albeit less vain and did not fish for compliments...so often.”
Naveen chuckles, his hands pushing up her night shirt, his fingertips skimming across the warm, bare skin of her hips. “Surely you can spare your husband the smallest of compliments.”
“You're incorrigible,” she returns, her hands stilling his from wandering even further.
He leans forward, his fingers firm underneath hers. “I do not believe that is a compliment.”
“Naveen...” she says, her tone one of mild protest. “I need to take my bath and we both need to get to the restaurant. We are very late and Mama's going to have her hands full with the early preparations.”
“Ah,” he drawls, the light in his eyes all too familiar and suggesting that he is not really listening to her. “You can take your bath, a very quick one...and I can join you, yes?”
She slaps his chest lightly, scoldingly. “You just had your bath! An hour long one, if I may just remind you.”
Naveen shrugs. “Frogs do not mind a lot of water.”
He then tugs her closer to him and presses his mouth against hers, and his heart skips and races when he feels her responding, her hand resting on his cheek, her fingers one of gentle caress.
When they part, breathless and in love, he sees the sparkle in her eyes that tells him he has won. Laughing, Tiana slides her hands down his chest, and he pushes her shirt up even further, drawing it over her ribcage.
“I supposed frogs can't tell the time either, my prince?” She smirks, fingers deftly undoing his shirt buttons.
“Why, I believe they can't,” he replies, pulling her closer for another kiss.
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end, 664 words
Writing fluff makes me want to drink a lot of coffee for some reason. ^~