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“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. For the twelfth time.” Emma smiled and held Jillian close. “I’m just tired. Cuddle with me.”
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Jillian smiled at her words with a simple nod, the action a silent promise that she would take her there one day soon. She didn’t know how long she would be here in this kingdom or if she would ever be able to see her again after going back to her own, so she wanted to take advantage of each and ever moment she could while they were still together.
The rest of the carriage ride seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye and suddenly they were pulling up to a large house that was home to an older gentleman and his young bride, an odd and obviously unhappy pair forced together by arranged marriage. Jillian looked up at the red head “The man is a duke and the young woman by his side who looks young enough to be his daughter is his wife” she said, looking out at them as they pulled up the drive.
“She isn’t very talkative and he seems to always be very….he is putting on a front I would think” she said, the carriage slowing. From what I understand we aren’t the only ones coming, I can see a few people in the house from here but they are all royalty and nobility I think” she said, the carriage stopping. “He is a very flirtatious man, almost in an inappropriate way, if you get uncomfortable and wish to leave just tell me and I shall fake a head ache so I can take you home” she said softly before the foot man hopped down and opened up the door, helping her out by the hand.
The red-head listened as her companion described the inside story that was going on between the family they were about to meet. Lady Tremaine listened with curious ears. She was always a lover of gossip! Not that she would ever admit it. She enjoyed it more than she would ever let on. An unhappy marriage? What was exciting there? The majority of couples she had known in her life were unhappy, it was practically expected. No-one ever talked about it, it was so common. And since most marriages were arranged, more like business deals than anything else, it was so common as to be obsolete.
Following the princess, she stepped out of the carriage and onto the stone path, only a few steps shy of the entranceway to the house. Still feeling a more than a little flustered from their earlier escapades, she made sure to pat a hand over her curls to make sure she looked presentable, flattening down any creases in her gown. This was it, this was what she had always wanted her life to be. Large dinner parties with royalty. She was ecstatic.
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The double doors swung shut as a new patron entered the crowded bar. Curious heads turned towards the tall and stern looking woman as she began to make her way through the sea of people. The brunette was striking, immediately her appearance alone set her apart from everyone else. She have raven black hair which was cut into a sharp bob at her cheek. Her eyes were cool and she had an air of supreme confidence and superiority. Her attire was even more astonishing. She wore a simple unadorned grey jumpsuit, something outrageously masculine for the time. There were a few jeers and unflattering comments as she made her way to the bar, all of which were ignored. In fact they seemed to increase her look of haughtiness. Finally reaching her destination, she sad on a bar stool, giving the unsettled looking barman her order in a thick Ukrainian accent.
"I don't wanna fight anymore" she said, sitting down with her legs curled under her like a child was, sitting on her side of the bed. "Will you just...tell me why you are really mad? Please? Maleficent I can't stand fighting anymore"
“I’m not mad at you, Jillian.” Mal looked down at her hands. “I’m tired of fighting too. I just want us to forget about this.”
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‘revenge’ sex
Malcolm smirked as he pressed Jillian down onto the bed and pressed hot kisses all over her neck. “You think that you can flirt with all of the hot men at the bar tonight and I won’t find out about it? Huh?” He groaned and tugged off her pants. “You are mine.”
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3. ‘the elevator broke down’ sex
Emma sat down on the floor of the elevator as it stopped. Someone came on the PA to tell them that it would be a while before someone could come to fix it. “Is it weird that this has always kinda been like a fantasy of mine?”
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