Author's note: I present a short little Red Sorcerer drabble brought about by the return of OUATIW. While I'm not entirely happy with the canon storyline, I've gotten used to my pieces being AU by this point. This is shorter than my usual fare but my inspiration has been slow as of late, so I'm not going to complain when the muses cooperate even for a brief time.
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A Perfect Match
"Do you mind if I ask a rather personal question?" Anastasia stretched, cat-like, against the red silk that covered her bed and was currently tangled around her nude form.
The crimson color of the fabric contrasted perfectly against the pale tone of her flawless skin, and Jafar couldn't help raking his eyes ever-so-appreciatively over the vision she made before speaking.
"Considering our recent activities, I think that you can ask me whatever you wish," the sorcerer propped himself up on one elbow and reached out to curl a strand of her golden hair around his finger.
A wide, beaming smile graced the Queen's lovely face and she curled closer, trailing a hand over the expanse of his chest and reveling in the warmth of his skin. "Why do you want to change the laws of magic?"
He went silent for longer than she expected, but, to her relief, he sighed softly and gathered her against him, reclining back into the pillows while pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Because, for most of my life, I've been told that I am nothing, and I'm determined to prove that this isn't the case."
Anastasia moved so that she could stare down at her lover, concern evident in her storm-colored eyes. "Who told you that you are nothing?"
A sad smile graced Jafar's handsome features. "My father, I'm sad to say."
Her heart clenched with sympathy. "I'm afraid my own mother wasn't much better."
He chuckled dryly and cupped her chin, drawing her towards him for a tender kiss. "What a pair we make, my love."
"Yes, we are a perfect match, aren't we?" Determined to shift the atmosphere to something more pleasant, the Queen dipped her head and began to dart kisses along the sorcerer's exquisitely muscled torso.
He hissed in surprise when she lingered along his navel. "Ana…what are you doing?"
She peered up at him with an innocent expression that was completely at odds with her current position (and nudity). "Changing the subject."
He arched an eyebrow, but soon enough she was distracting him in a manner that made it impossible to protest.
Suffice to say: both of their moods improved dramatically throughout the rest of their night together.
The End
