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Title: Tied Neatly With A Bow
Fandom: Disney (Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs/Sleeping Beauty)
Pairing: Snow White/Aurora
Rating: PG
Words: 254
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "ribbon".
Aurora’s fingers brush through Snow White’s hair gently. Her fingertips follow the curve of Snow White’s ear, trace over the back of her neck. Making Snow White shiver, shoulders pulling up and hands curling into fists as she struggles with the impulse to push back into that ticklish, teasing touch.
She watches in the mirror as Aurora reaches for the ribbon, as red as the most succulent of apples. Sliding it through Snow White’s hair, taking her time, humming softly as she concentrates. Tying it in a neat bow atop Snow White’s head, and it is the same way Snow White has worn her hair for as long as she can remember, yet somehow it looks more lovely than anything she has ever achieved on her own, Aurora’s fingers working magic as they settle upon her shoulders.
Aurora is smiling at her in the mirror, and Snow White bites her lip, looks up at Aurora’s reflection through her eyelashes.
“You look beautiful,” Aurora tells her, and Snow White feels herself blushing.
And then Aurora is leaning forward, her long blonde hair such a contrast against the ebony of Snow White’s shorter locks. Aurora presses her cheek against Snow White’s head, hands sliding down to cup her breasts through her bodice, and Snow White moans softly, arching up into the touch.
“Now, let’s get you all messy again,” Aurora says with a wink, and Snow White laughs, hands reaching up and behind to tangle within Aurora’s hair, tilting her head back for an upside-down kiss.
Fandom: Disney (Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs/Sleeping Beauty)
Pairing: Snow White/Aurora
Rating: PG
Words: 254
Notes: For
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Aurora’s fingers brush through Snow White’s hair gently. Her fingertips follow the curve of Snow White’s ear, trace over the back of her neck. Making Snow White shiver, shoulders pulling up and hands curling into fists as she struggles with the impulse to push back into that ticklish, teasing touch.
She watches in the mirror as Aurora reaches for the ribbon, as red as the most succulent of apples. Sliding it through Snow White’s hair, taking her time, humming softly as she concentrates. Tying it in a neat bow atop Snow White’s head, and it is the same way Snow White has worn her hair for as long as she can remember, yet somehow it looks more lovely than anything she has ever achieved on her own, Aurora’s fingers working magic as they settle upon her shoulders.
Aurora is smiling at her in the mirror, and Snow White bites her lip, looks up at Aurora’s reflection through her eyelashes.
“You look beautiful,” Aurora tells her, and Snow White feels herself blushing.
And then Aurora is leaning forward, her long blonde hair such a contrast against the ebony of Snow White’s shorter locks. Aurora presses her cheek against Snow White’s head, hands sliding down to cup her breasts through her bodice, and Snow White moans softly, arching up into the touch.
“Now, let’s get you all messy again,” Aurora says with a wink, and Snow White laughs, hands reaching up and behind to tangle within Aurora’s hair, tilting her head back for an upside-down kiss.