Sweet-Skinned Apple, Rotten to the Core

"Come to Mirror on the Wall I'll make you fairest of them all" Or my stylists will. Depends on my mood. Other than that, I like to think I'm kinda cool. Just don't cross me..... Ever.

[beauty-ismypower]

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[beauty-ismypower]

Test post

[myoldbonyself]

I’m still here

[thedevilwears-de-vil]

#sametho

[beauty-ismypower]

Yep

[beauty-ismypower]

babyiwasdrawnthisway:

The woman who’s skill she’d been admiring was Verona herself. How lucky. Before she could even comment on that however, she found herself swept into her chair.

She chuckled a bit at the question. “No, no. Lucky as I’ll sound for this, this is my natural color.” She shrugged one shoulder with a smile. It was rare anyone believed that but she had a feeling Verona would. “I just need a small trim.”

Friend in my head, have mercy.  Veronaaaaaaaaaaaaa.......

“So just like a half inch right?” She asked tempted to just shave her bald.

The redhead nodded. Verona draped her up and got her shears ready. God it would just be so easy to just-

No. No. She was TOO beautiful and she could be ruined easily if she screwed this up. Begrudgingly she started giving the woman the cut she asked for. She decided idle conversation would probably make her hate her less.

“So I don’t think I’ve really seen you around here... are you new in town?”

[babyiwasdrawnthisway-blog]

Jessica told herself she’d never trim her hair herself again after the last time. Could the bottom of her hair have looked anymore like a straight line? Never. Again. And after a bit of asking around, she decided to go with the unanimous decision: Mirror on the Wall and ask for Verona.

She sauntered in and saw a tall woman, like her, in red and with long cascading raven locks. She looked like she really knew what she was doing a she finished up with a client. The redhead looked down to the receptionist.

“You guys take walk-ins, right?” She asked. 

The girl smiled and nodded.

“I was told to ask for Verona…….”

[beauty-ismypower]

Seeeeeee? Isn’t it so great when you finally stop seeing women as threats and just help beautify your fellow sister? Yeessss.... she did look rather happ- Who said my name?

Verona’s head somewhat snapped in that direction. And there she was. Some beautiful, voluptuous, redhead. Gorgeous and sexy. Damn this bitch to hell.

“That’s me!” Verona said, with a grand and fake smile as she glided over. She was screwed.

Don’t you dar- Butt out.

“Come on into my chair, deary. So what are we doing today? Root touch up?” 

[beauty-ismypower]

The Undertow Aesthetic

I’ll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue And it’s hey to the starboard, heave ho There once lived a shark who’s now my one love true From mysterious Fathoms Below Mysterious Fathoms Below

[pulledintheundertow]

He smiled at her ordering the shirt, leaning down to press a soft kiss of appreciation to her lips. Breakfast, new silk pajamas, and a beautiful woman in his arms; he couldn’t think of a better way to begin a lazy day. Even if they ended up just staying here in the bed with his arms wrapped around her, he would still rank the day highly.

[beauty-ismypower]

“Oh my god, I actually forgot.” Verona said. Before he could even ask, she clapped her hands twice.

The shades on her windows, lowered halfway, dimming the in-pouring sunlight for a more golden than white glow in the room. A song started playing.

I wanna be loved by you Just you and nobody else but you I wanna be loved you aloooooone

Marylin. Of course. Verona chuckled then rolled onto Undertow’s lap and joined in on the second verse.

I wanna be kissed by you Just you. Nobody else but you I wanna be kissed you aloooooone

She teased him a bit cutely but mostly seductively, dancing the slightest bit with her hip but swaying alot with her shoulders.

[pulledintheundertow]

It would be so easy to say yes, but he knew that look, and he was powerless to it. Besides, he had nothing to worry about, as she’d said before. He simply shook his head to tell her that no shirt was necessary before wrapping his arms around her waist once more. She really was warm, but he supposed that he was about to have pants on, so that would help when she inevitably pulled away again. Just a little bit, though.

[beauty-ismypower]

She unsurprisingly loved HIM being the one leaning on HER. As loving as the gesture was and how it should have made her feel big, it somehow made her feel tiny under his muscular-ish body. Small but not weak. She smiled as she pressd the intercom button.

“Bring the shirt juuuuuuusssst in case.” She kept the house at a cool temperature. Odds are him carrying it would be lik having a safety jacket. Better to have and not need than the vice versa.

Verona thanked them after the confirmation and then leaned back, letting them both fall with his arms still around her waist. She sighed out in ecstasy. Best morning ever by far.

[pulledintheundertow]

Undertow frowned slightly at the loss of warmth when she removed herself. He honestly wouldn’t have minded his jeans, but the silk sounded nice and if she wanted to dote on him then who was he to stop her?

“Always prepared, aren’t you?” He teased, holding himself still to keep from pulling her back against him. That would have led to another kiss, which would have led to more, which would have inevitably led to the bath being further postponed.

[beauty-ismypower]

Verona trailed a coldish-but-warming-up-slowly-but-surely hand up his bare chest lovingly. She was relieved at how he wasn’t questioning it. Although..... why wasn’t he? Trust? Lack of caring enough to be jealous? She prayed for the former as she kissed his cheek. “Always for you.” She said, just as lovingly.

She straddled his lap just for the purpose of leaning over a little to press the intercom button. “The red silk men’s bottoms, if you please.”

“Would you like the shirt with that?”

While she was about to say no, she knew the right thing was to ask Unertow first. She looked down at him motioning for him to answer and keeping her “god please say no” out of her eyes.

[pulledintheundertow]

“Only when I have someone to warm me up,” he smirked, pressing a kiss the juncture between her shoulder and neck. “The blankets are nice, though.”

He finished eating, grateful that she’d moved out of the way. “That was good,” Undertow sighed contentedly, placing his plate aside before wrapping his arms around her once more.

[beauty-ismypower]

He was so smooth. So damn smooth. And warm and beautiful and funny and hers and-

Verona pressed her lips to his and kissed deeply letting herself fall back. She had to gently push him off though before she let the moment sweep them up. “Put on your pants if you must..... Or I could have them bring up some silk pajama bottoms.”

She had -on her first day in this town- bought some just in case she ever got lucky to have an overnight visitor. She didn’t count on being THIS lucky. All of this, she was prepared to say in case he asked why she had men’s pajamas somewhere in this mansion. 

[pulledintheundertow]

Undertow rolled his eyes good-naturedly, unable to resist kissing the smirk off her lips. He knew she was right, they weren’t going anywhere but her property. But a sense of propriety prevented him from walking around in nothing but his underwear.

“I can’t rightly say that I’ll object to that sight,” he chuckled, beginning to pull away reluctantly. “The sooner we get out of bed, the sooner we come back.”

[beauty-ismypower]

Verona faked a smug chuckle. “So sure of that are we?” She asked with a neck roll.  She laughed with medium heaviness. “You’re not wrong.” She needlessly said.

She rolled onto her stomach and slithered back up his body. “Are you ALWAYS this warm in the morning or are my blankets just that thick?” She asked, her head and hair over one of his shoulders, again so she wouldn’t block him from eating..... and get crumbs in her hair because she MIGHT kill him for that.

Another lie. 

[beauty-ismypower]

Couldn't wear that hooded turtleneck all the time now, could I?

[pulledintheundertow]

He hummed into the kiss, smiling into it. She truly was something else. Once she was lounging in his lap, his fingers found their way into her hair, long fingers caressing the dark strands gently. “You know in order to proceed with the tour we’ll actually have to get somewhat dressed,” Undertow teased, smirking down at her.

[beauty-ismypower]

She loved this. She could do THIS all day and be totally fi- ugh, she sounded so sappy to herself. Bleh. But she did. 

“Mmmmmmm. YOU will..... MAYBE. Your shirt and my slippers are all I can be bothered with. Plus no one will see us but us.... maybe an occasional staff member.” She said, not even joking in the SLIGHTEST. 

Verona returned his smirk with her lips but her eyes definitely read ‘I’m dead serious’.

[beauty-ismypower]

The Evil Queen’s Sister

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[pulledintheundertow]

“Hmm,” he sighed in contemplation, leaning down to kiss her with a smile. “Tour,” he murmured against her lips. “Then we can get back to this,” he said, punctuating each word with a tiny peck. Plus, he had a feeling that if they didn’t leave now, then they never would. Once they stepped into that tub, the thought of going to do anything else would seem trivial.

[beauty-ismypower]

She returned every kiss enthusiastically, adding a body roll to the lat peck, following his lips to deepen it. She licked her, lips tasting slight traces of orange juice and buttered toast. Delicious.

“Excellent choice, my love.”  She said, her tone laden with agreement. 

Verona rolled over a bit so her head was no resting on a thigh, her fingers idly drawing circles on the other. She silently thanked ever deity believed in ever for the gloriousness that was Undertow in underwear. (’Under’ puns not intended.)

[pulledintheundertow]

When had they reached the phase where her offering him a key, even in passing, wasn’t as terrifying as television liked to make it sound? A slow smirk crossed his face at the thought. Coming home to her. That had a lovely ring to it.

“I’d like that,” he said softly, kissing her lightly.

This time, it was him who protested when she pulled away, even if it was so that he could eat. He made a soft grunt in objection, sighing as he began to eat once more. The sooner he ate, the sooner he’d get that tour.

[beauty-ismypower]

Her heart fluttered at that. She’d kind of expected it to turn into a thing and was so glad it hadn't. Hell, dash the joke to the wind. He gets a key. She smiled at his grunt, a bit selfishly happy about it. She maneuvevered around and put her head in his pa, looking up at him.

“Bath or tour first, love?” She asked, smiling up at him- in love with view of him as well. Mary Jane and Spiderman were onto something.

[pulledintheundertow]

He let out a low groan at the sight of her wearing his shirt, appreciating the view before she was back next to him. He missed her warmth almost immediately, happily snaking an arm around her once she was settled.

“Keep it, it looks better on you anyways,” Undertow smirked, watching her foot beneath his leg, his eyes trailing further up her leg with appreciation. It was true; it left her bare from the hem down. What was it about a woman wearing a man’s shirt that made it attractive? He didn’t know, and in this moment he didn’t care as long as it was her in the shirt.

“As for walking, I think I’ll be able to make it. It’ll be worth my while, of that I’m certain,” he smirked.

[beauty-ismypower]

“Oh, it definitely will. Hell, after I show you maybe I should give you a key. Let you just come in and run and play around in it.” 

Wouldn’t that be great? Come home and see him painting on an easel in the ballroom? Cooking in the kitchen? Reenacting that Tom Cruise dance scene in the halls? Cooking in the kitchen? Waiting for her in the tub?

Wait why is he always home in these fantasies? He has a job too. Right, he DOES finish earlier than her most days. Plus they were her fantasies and ‘anything goes’ in her head.

She scooted forward and curled her legs around him and downed the last of her water before setting it back down with a sultry arch of her back then returned to him, kissing him chastely on the cheek before laying back down, not wanting to block him from eating.