(Disney) Footsteps
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Title: Footsteps
Fandom: Disney (Cinderella)
Pairing: Prince Charming/Cinderella
Rating: R
Words: 231
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "naked".
Summary: Clink. Clink.
He can hear the delicate noise they make upon the tiled floors.
Clink. Clink.
Prince Charming fidgets slightly, sweat already beading on his brow. Shifting against the pillows until he’s reclining, legs sprawled out before him. Thinking better of it, moving until he’s sitting upright, attentive and respectful.
Clink. Clink.
He can feel a flush creeping over his skin, heat coiling low and lazy in his belly. Fabric of his breeches pulled uncomfortably tight over the swell of his groin, and he palms himself there distractedly as he waits.
Clink. Clink.
Directly outside the door, and his throat is dry as he swallows and clenches his fingers in the sheets.
The door slowly swings open.
Clink. Clink.
Prince Charming forgets to breathe.
She is as radiant as always, and yet somehow more stunning than ever. His princess, his Cinderella, standing before him, a gentle but knowing smile dancing over her lips. Blonde hair loose and brushing her shoulders, cheeks stained the most lovely pink.
Bare for him, on display for him. Wearing nothing but a pair of glass slippers.
It truly is the greatest birthday gift he could ever ask for.
The door sweeps shut behind her, and then she is walking towards him, hips swaying, so endlessly beautiful.
Clink. Clink.
Prince Charming grins and reaches for her, always reaching for her, as hopelessly in love as the day they met.
Fandom: Disney (Cinderella)
Pairing: Prince Charming/Cinderella
Rating: R
Words: 231
Notes: For
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Summary: Clink. Clink.
He can hear the delicate noise they make upon the tiled floors.
Clink. Clink.
Prince Charming fidgets slightly, sweat already beading on his brow. Shifting against the pillows until he’s reclining, legs sprawled out before him. Thinking better of it, moving until he’s sitting upright, attentive and respectful.
Clink. Clink.
He can feel a flush creeping over his skin, heat coiling low and lazy in his belly. Fabric of his breeches pulled uncomfortably tight over the swell of his groin, and he palms himself there distractedly as he waits.
Clink. Clink.
Directly outside the door, and his throat is dry as he swallows and clenches his fingers in the sheets.
The door slowly swings open.
Clink. Clink.
Prince Charming forgets to breathe.
She is as radiant as always, and yet somehow more stunning than ever. His princess, his Cinderella, standing before him, a gentle but knowing smile dancing over her lips. Blonde hair loose and brushing her shoulders, cheeks stained the most lovely pink.
Bare for him, on display for him. Wearing nothing but a pair of glass slippers.
It truly is the greatest birthday gift he could ever ask for.
The door sweeps shut behind her, and then she is walking towards him, hips swaying, so endlessly beautiful.
Clink. Clink.
Prince Charming grins and reaches for her, always reaching for her, as hopelessly in love as the day they met.