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salmon_pink) wrote2014-05-28 04:48 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-05-28 04:48 pm
(Disney) Confined, Consoled
Title: Confined, Consoled
Fandom: Disney (Aladdin/Mulan)
Pairing: Jasmine/Mulan
Rating: R
Words: 369
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "outsides".
Jasmine had meant to keep her distance from Mulan, but it proved impossible. After all, Mulan is impossible to dislike, and it isn’t in Jasmine’s nature to hate somebody just for the sake of it.
Mulan had been hired after Jasmine’s unsuccessful attempt to runaway, to experience life in Agrabah for herself, a desperate effort to escape the palace that was beginning to feel more like a prison. Her official title is ‘personal bodyguard to the princess’, but they both know that her role is to stay by Jasmine’s side and ensure she remains safely within the palace walls.
At first, Jasmine had been frustrated, even furious, to be saddled with a babysitter. But now she cannot imagine life without Mulan, without the light of her smile and the touch of her hand.
“Soon, I will take you from here,” Mulan promises, breath warm against the skin of Jasmine’s navel.
“Yes,” Jasmine hisses, squirming against the sheets, breath catching in her throat. Mulan’s lips are firm and sure as they press against her stomach, tongue pushing into the dip of her bellybutton, and Jasmine gasps and bucks, fingers gripping Mulan’s hair tightly.
“Your father has promised to consider it,” Mulan continues, licking the hollow of Jasmine’s hip. “I have proven myself a loyal protector, he will allow me to take you beyond the palace walls and explore the world outside.”
“No more talk of my father,” Jasmine insists, voice already sounding needy, and Mulan smiles and nods, before burying her face against Jasmine’s skin and inhaling her scent.
Usually it is a favourite subject of hers, discussing the places they’ll go and the sights that they’ll see when the Sultan finally allows Jasmine to travel. But not now, not with Mulan lying between the sprawl of Jasmine’s legs. One day soon they will be allowed their adventures, and Jasmine waits for that time with impatience. But in this moment she is content to get lost in the sensation of Mulan’s lips between her thighs, the appreciative moan that buzzes against sensitive flesh.
The outside world is a beacon, a dream. But Mulan is a different kind of dream, one Jasmine has already found, one she will never let go.
Fandom: Disney (Aladdin/Mulan)
Pairing: Jasmine/Mulan
Rating: R
Words: 369
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "outsides".Jasmine had meant to keep her distance from Mulan, but it proved impossible. After all, Mulan is impossible to dislike, and it isn’t in Jasmine’s nature to hate somebody just for the sake of it.
Mulan had been hired after Jasmine’s unsuccessful attempt to runaway, to experience life in Agrabah for herself, a desperate effort to escape the palace that was beginning to feel more like a prison. Her official title is ‘personal bodyguard to the princess’, but they both know that her role is to stay by Jasmine’s side and ensure she remains safely within the palace walls.
At first, Jasmine had been frustrated, even furious, to be saddled with a babysitter. But now she cannot imagine life without Mulan, without the light of her smile and the touch of her hand.
“Soon, I will take you from here,” Mulan promises, breath warm against the skin of Jasmine’s navel.
“Yes,” Jasmine hisses, squirming against the sheets, breath catching in her throat. Mulan’s lips are firm and sure as they press against her stomach, tongue pushing into the dip of her bellybutton, and Jasmine gasps and bucks, fingers gripping Mulan’s hair tightly.
“Your father has promised to consider it,” Mulan continues, licking the hollow of Jasmine’s hip. “I have proven myself a loyal protector, he will allow me to take you beyond the palace walls and explore the world outside.”
“No more talk of my father,” Jasmine insists, voice already sounding needy, and Mulan smiles and nods, before burying her face against Jasmine’s skin and inhaling her scent.
Usually it is a favourite subject of hers, discussing the places they’ll go and the sights that they’ll see when the Sultan finally allows Jasmine to travel. But not now, not with Mulan lying between the sprawl of Jasmine’s legs. One day soon they will be allowed their adventures, and Jasmine waits for that time with impatience. But in this moment she is content to get lost in the sensation of Mulan’s lips between her thighs, the appreciative moan that buzzes against sensitive flesh.
The outside world is a beacon, a dream. But Mulan is a different kind of dream, one Jasmine has already found, one she will never let go.