(Disney) Fairest Unfair

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Title: Fairest Unfair
Fandom: Disney (Sleeping Beauty/Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs)
Pairing: Maleficent/Queen Grimhilde
Rating: R
Words: 462
Notes: Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. For 100_women, prompt "sight".



“I did not summon you,” Queen Grimhilde says with a sneer. Impertinent and abrasive from the moment Maleficent glides from the shadows.

How quickly they forget themselves, these people who come to her for power, for magic. Some Maleficent might teach a lesson, to ensure they remember their place in future. But Queen Grimhilde is special, and Maleficent will allow her the insolence, for it pleases her to see the wickedness held out so plainly and so proud.

There is an evil in this woman’s heart, a petty and cruel hatred, and it sings to Maleficent’s soul.

“Consider this merely a visit,” she responds, her voice benevolent and coaxing. “I merely came to pay my respects to the fairest in the land.”

Queen Grimhilde’s eyes narrow, and she turns away, cape flaring out around her, striding across the room to stare into the depths of the ornate mirror upon the wall with a steely expression.

Maleficent feels a smirk teasing at her lips, but she keeps her face blankly curious. “Does something trouble you, Lady Grimhilde? Does the mirror I gifted you not please you?”

“Queen Grimhilde,” comes the correction, just as Maleficent knew it would. But then Queen Grimhilde is sighing, her beautiful yet haughty face furrowed in a frown. “There is another,” she says slowly, venom dripping from her words. “A girl. The princess. She grows in fairness every day.”

Maleficent ascends the low steps to stand behind Queen Grimhilde, watching her reflection in the mirror. “You believe she will surpass you?”

Queen Grimhilde does not answer, but her stony silence says enough, and Maleficent feels that anger flare within the Queen’s chest, just waiting to be stoked by practiced hands.

“I do not believe it,” she whispers into the curve of Queen Grimhilde’s ear. Her fingers move over the clasps of Queen’s Grimhilde’s cloak, the catches and laces of her dress, stripping her slowly, pale skin exposed to the air.

Queen Grimhilde watches in the mirror, eyes alight with lust for the sight of her own skin.

“Look at you,” Maleficent hisses, watching the shadow of her darkness behind Queen Grimhilde, the way she frames the other woman’s body. “You are exquisite. None could be fairer than the creature I see before me.”

Queen Grimhilde smiles then, and it is a thing of treachery and malice, gorgeous and deadly. Maleficent’s hands slide across her navel, green against white, nails leaving pretty pink stripes against her skin.

“Allow me to pleasure you,” Maleficent murmurs, and Queen Grimhilde’s fingers settle over the back of Maleficent’s hand, pushing it down between her legs, breathing slow and shallow as she stares into her own eyes.

Maleficent watches her watch herself, feeling the heat of Queen Grimhilde’s body, savouring the ice within her heart.