Behold, King Stefan's castle. And in yonder topmost tower, dreaming of her true love, the Princess Aurora. But see the gracious whim of fate. Why, 'tis the selfsame peasant maid who won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday. She is indeed most wondrous fair, gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red, red rose. ageless sleep, she finds repose. The years roll by. But a hundred years, to a steadfast heart, are but a day. And now, the gates of a dungeon part and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides on his noble steed,a valiant figure, straight and tall- to wake his love with "love's first kiss"...and prove that "true love" conquers all!
SLEEPING BEAUTY
1959, dir. Clyde Geronimi, Eric Larson, Wolfgang Reitherman, Les Clark
*What I think was happening on that new secret times.
If you listen to it while you read its 10x better😉
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It had been a grueling day for Caleb. Hunger gnawed at him, irritability clung to his body, and an insistent desire clouded his thoughts. You, unwittingly or not, had been the catalyst for his distraction all day long. Those pictures you sent, dressed in a scandalously short skirt and a tank top that left little to the imagination, had been seared into his mind. It began harmlessly enough, a playful tease, but quickly escalated into something more.
Caleb found himself pausing mid conversations, his grip tightening on his phone every time it vibrated with a new message from you. He had lost precious time today, growing impatient with the incompetence of his subordinates, all because he couldn't wrestle his traitorous cock into submission. Twice he had to retreat to the privacy of the bathroom, one hand wrapped around his cock as he imagined burying himself between your perfect tits.
His front door clicked shut behind him, the sound a reminder of the long day he had endured. He moved silently "Those who dared to mess with the fleet sealed their fate since the beginning" a quick call sealed the fates of those foolish enough to cross the Colonel
"Yes go ahead." his tone was cold and detached, devoid of any hint of remorse for the lives he had just ordered ended.
As he stepped into the dimly lit living room, the chill of the night air hit his face. There you lay, sprawled out on the sofa, still dressed in the same provocative attire that had been the bane of his focus all day.
He cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the quiet of the room. "Ahem, you forgot to close the window again" he said, his voice rougher than he intended. No response came from you, and he took a step closer.
You remained still, chest rising and falling gently with each breath, your skin looking soft and inviting in the dim light of the room. Caleb's jaw clenched, fighting the urge to reach out and touch you, to run his hands over the expanse of your thighs and the swell of your breasts.
"You fell asleep on the couch, uh?" he tried again stepping closer but still you gave no indication of waking, leaving Caleb to stand there, mind racing with filthy thoughts.
He knelt before you, his warm breath tickling your skin "You're sleeping so peacefully, I don't have the heart to wake you" he murmured, leaning in close to inhale the sweet scent of your hair. "I missed you"
A single finger traced the curve of your cheek, the feather light touch enough to wake you. Your eyes fluttered open, clouded and disoriented, and you pulled back instinctively from his touch.
He chuckled softly at the sight of your confusion "Why are you pulling away?" he asked, brow furrowing slightly in question.
The cool night air from the open window sent a draft across your skin, making the pane rattle against its frame. The scent of your body lotion, sweet and inviting, drifted up to tease Caleb's senses as he inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma like a man starved.
"It's me," he said, leaning back to give you space. "You're awake?."
You blinked slowly, vision clearing after rubbing your eyes "Caleb?"
"Yeah, I just came back from the Fleets HQ" rising to his feet, he took a couple of steps back and watched as you pushed yourself to a sitting position on the couch. His gaze followed your movements, taking in the way your tank top strained against your chest as you stretched.
"I'm just going to change," he said meeting your questioning stare.
"Doesn't my Colonel uniform make you uncomfortable?" he asked, hinting at a deeper meaning beneath the surface of his words.
You eyes traced over his body, taking in his uniform. "Not really..." you murmured, eyes lingering on his coat.
Caleb's lips twitched "If it doesn't bother you, then...why did you move away?" There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, mixed with something darker, more intense.
"It's...your hand...it was cold" you admitted, gaze flickering to your hands on your lap.
"Uh-huh. Well, I'm freezing," Caleb retorted, his gaze drifting to the open window, the cool night air still drifting in. He shook his head in disbelief "You're okay with the cold coming in from the window. But you think I'm cold?" he scoffed, brows furrowing slightly. "Fine"
Without waiting for an answer, Caleb strode over to the couch in front of you to grab the blanket draped over the back, the soft fabric slipping easily into his grasp. "I'll get you a blanket," he said with a note of sarcastic resignation in his tone "You don't need to be in a hurry to thank me" He tossed the blanket towards you, using his evol to place it on your lap.
Sitting down across from you, Caleb leaned back, one arm draped casually across the back of the couch, the other hand resting on his thigh. He regarded you intently "I'm not here to take care of you today," he stated firmly and his lips curled into a smirk as he leaned forward slightly, his posture becoming more dominant. "If you are cold...you need to come over here yourself"
He patted his muscular thigh, the fabric of his uniform trousers stretching taut over the hard muscle beneath "Sit" he ordered, the single word dripping with authority and unspoken desires.
You stared at him, confusion etched on your face.
"You sat in my lap before. What are you afraid of?" he asked as he leaned back again, his hand, clad in a black leather glove, stroked his bottom lip, drawing your eyes to the movement.
Your head began to shake, a denial on the tip of your tongue, but Caleb cut you off before you could utter a word. "Do you actually believe I can't tell what you're thinking?"
Suddenly, you felt a strange pull, a force of gravity that yanked you out of your seat. The blanket slipped from your grasp, pooling on the floor as you were lifted, weightless and helpless, drawn towards Caleb. Your hands flailed, grasping at the air, before you found yourself settled firmly in his lap.
"CALEB!"
"You think I can't feel it?" His fingers trailed down the column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake until they brushed the tops of your breasts.
Your mind flashed back to the day you had reunited.
"You're thinking about that interrogation...right?" He was right, of course. How could he not be, when your body was betraying your every thought?
"Do you remember the mood tracker that was on your neck?" Caleb asked "Detecting emotions doesn't need to be complicated" his voice dropped to a whisper. "When it comes to you, I'm more effective than that device. It's just that, we're not close enough..." his fingers moved to the line of your jaw, tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Come closer. Open up..." he whispered again, thumb brushing over your lower lip, a silent order for entrance.
Your lips parted slowly and his exhale was more like a low, needy moan, a sound that ignited a corresponding ache deep inside you before you closed your mouth again.
"You won't move?" Caleb asked, his brows arching upwards "I have to come to you?" There was a warning edge to his tone. "If so, things won't be so simple anymore"
You should have heeded his warning, should have pushed him away, put some distance between your heated bodies. But you found yourself smirking instead, a defiant curve of your lips that dared him to follow through on his threat.
His response was swift and decisive. He pulled you flush against him, your core now pressed against the hard bulge of his arousal. The friction making you gasp, back arching, seeking more of that delicious pressure.
Seizing the opportunity, Caleb claimed your mouth in a kiss, a clash of lips and tongues that stole the breath from your lungs. He rocked his hips against yours and you moaned into his mouth, lost in the intensity of the moment.
Abruptly, he pulled away, breaking the kiss. "You need to breathe," he reminded you, his voice ragged and thick with desire. But you were too far gone, too consumed by the lust that now dominated your senses.
Your tank top was suddenly tugged down, his hand, gloved and cold, cupped one of your breasts, squeezing gently before his thumb and forefinger found your nipple, pinching the sensitive peak hard.
"Ah! Are you in a bad mood because of the fleet?" you gasped, trying to make sense of his sudden actions.
Caleb scoffed, a sound that rumbled in his chest. "Do you still have the energy to think about them?" he countered before his mouth moved to your nipple, tongue flicking out to give it a teasing lick.
Two gloved fingers moved to your mouth, tracing the soft curve of your lower lip. Your mouth opened instinctively, welcoming the intrusion "The person under the Colonel's command right now is you"
You started to suck on his finger, tongue swirling around the digits before biting them. Hard.
"Watch your mouth," using his other hand he yanked your face closer, until his nose was brushing against yours.
Caleb slid his fingers out of your mouth just a fraction, only to thrust them back in deeper, His mouth moved down again, latching onto your nipple, drawing the peak between his lips. He suckled softly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, lavishing it with open mouthed kisses.
"When the Far Space Fleet Colonel is present, you are not allowed to be disrespectful," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. He pinched your other nipple, rolling the tender flesh between his fingers, before leaning in to give it a playful lick, watching it bounce and glisten with his saliva. A low chuckle escaped him. "But...I guess you've already failed in that regard."
He continued suckling and kissing every inch of the soft skin, the memory of the pictures you sent him, your hardened nipple peeking out from under your tank top, the way your breasts looked squeezed together, all fueled his hunger.
"Tch, you're pulling away again?" he admonished, pausing to look at you. His fingers kept moving in and out of your mouth, but he noticed the flicker of discomfort on your face. "Are my leather gloves chafing you?" you nodded in response but he didn't stop.
"You are not allowed to bite though" he continued as his kisses trailed up the column of your throat. Suddenly, your eyes fluttered shut, rolling back in bliss when your clit caught just the right spot. A moan tore from your throat, and in an instant both of his hands were back on your hips, gripping you tightly to stop your movements.
He kissed you again, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your bottom lip, biting down with a mix of tenderness and hunger, until your lungs burned for oxygen.
Breaking the kiss, Caleb pulled back, chest heaving, eyes dark with lust. "What are you interrogating me for exactly?" you gasped, voice hoarse with need.
Breaking the kiss, Caleb pulled back, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with lust. "What are you interrogating me for exactly?" you gasped, voice hoarse with need.
A grin spread across his face "What am I interrogating you for?" his brows arched in question before he took your nipple back into his mouth. "You tell me" the words were muffled yet still commanding.
"I don't..."
"Answer me," he demanded, hands working at the buckle of his pants "Who is the Colonel?"
You tore your gaze away from his hands to look up at him, eyes locking with his slightly narrowed stare.
"You are" you breathed. You couldn't look away, not when the sound of his zipper lowering filled the air. Or when he freed his throbbing cock from the confines of his underwear. "It's me?" he asked, thumb brushing over the weeping tip, smearing the bead of moisture that had gathered there.
"Well then..."His hand moved beneath your skirt, tugging your panties to the side "Can I do...this?" He notched the tip of his cock at your entrance, the hard, velvety head parting your lips.
Without hesitation, you sank down, taking him to the hilt. A loud moan tore from his throat as your tight walls clenched around him. He gasped for air against your lips and swallowed your own moans of pleasure. It was like a plea for you to ground him, to keep him from spilling inside you before either of you was ready.
"Good girl..." he praised, guiding your hips, helping you bounce gently on his cock, peppering your flushed cheeks with playful kisses. "You still feel cold?"
You shook your head, a breathless moan bubbling up from your throat. "No, it...it's a bit hot" you admitted, skin flushed and tingling.
Caleb laughed "It's a bit hot?" he repeated with a teasing lilt to his voice.
"Don't worry, I'll do it slowly...I'll take good care of you..." His evol took hold, and in an instant he had shifted your positions. He was laying on the couch under you, your thighs resting on either side of his head.
He laughed as you tried to lift yourself off him. One arm wrapping around your thigh, locking you in place, as the other pushed your skirt up and out of the way.
"Why are you trying to escape again?" he teased, his fingers tugging your panties aside again. "We're just getting started," he pulled you down, bringing your pussy closer to his eager mouth. "We can keep...going" his lips parted to suck on your clit softly then he moved his tongue over your slit, laving over every sensitive nerve ending until he reached your clit again.
"Cay, wa-wait I'm not sure..." you panted out, voice lost in a haze of pleasure.
A dark chuckle vibrated against your core, making you clench around his tongue. Caleb looked up at you, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, his eyes glinting with mischief and something far more intense. "Ah...you aren't sure if it feels good?" he taunted, before slipping two fingers where his tongue was seconds before.
You cried out, hips rocking instinctively as he pumped his fingers in and out, stroking that special spot "Is that really the case?" he murmured, fingers curling just right to make you see stars.
His mouth was back on you "Hmmm..." The sound was muffled, caught between a moan and a laugh. "Stay," he coaxed, pulling you down harder, grinding your clit against his mouth. "It'll feel good" he promised, before diving back in.
His tongue worked magic, licking and suckling, driving you closer and closer to the edge. One of your hands was fisted in his hair, holding on for dear life as you rode his face, hips moving to the rhythm of his tongue, while the other held the fabric of your skirt up.
"Caleb, please..."
"I'm here... I know everything about you"
And he did. He knew your body better than you knew yourself. He could read every shudder, every gasp, every shift of your hips like a roadmap to your pleasure. And he used that knowledge mercilessly, his fingers pumping in and out of you, curling and stroking, until he felt your walls starting to flutter around him.
Only then, when he was certain you were teetering on the edge, did he slow his movement. His fingers stilled inside you, holding you filled and stretched, as his tongue flicked out to circle your clit gently.
"Get on top of me... let me see you more clearly. Is that okay?" His words were a plea, a command.and a tender request all rolled into one. How could you possibly refuse him when he gazed up at you with those puppy-dog eyes, his expression open and vulnerable, yet still somehow demanding?
Slowly you moved down, lining his cock with your entrance. The head nudged your folds, parting them, teasing you with the promise of more.
"Say it, say yes" He wanted to hear you say it, wanted you to give yourself to him completely.
"Yes!" you said trying to sink down again but Caleb stopped you, his evol stopping your descent, keeping you in place. "CALEB!"
"I heard you" his laughter filled the air as he sat up, lips latching onto your breast as he thrust up, sheathing himself inside you so deep you both moaned in unison, the sudden fullness, the exquisite stretch, pushing you both closer to the brink.
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He kisses you until you forget how to breathe, until the world narrows down to the feel of his lips on yours, his tongue delving deep, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as his cock claims your body. He steals your breath, your thoughts, your sanity, until you exist only for him, for the pleasure he gives and the pleasure you give in return.
Because what he feels for you, what burns in his eyes as he gazes at you with such raw, unbridled hunger, is not a love for the faint of heart. It is not the sweet, gentle love of storybooks and fairytales. No, this love is visceral. It is a love that demands everything you have to give and then demands more.
But its yours, this love, as much as it is his. It is the love that you have crafted together, a tapestry woven with threads of passion, possession, and an unbreakable bond. This is the love that you share, the love that you crave, the love that you know will be the end of you. But you're willing to burn in its flames, to be consumed utterly and completely, as long as it means being his. Forever and always, his.
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