Ella's Party (Disney AU)
"You obviously have no respect for me if you think I would put up with two 'F's on your report card, Cinderella. Lucky for you I am a patient and generous woman, and so I am going to give you a weekend alone to sort through your… issues. Your stepsisters and I will be in Paris by tomorrow afternoon and when we get back on Monday, you better have your shit in order." seethed Ms. Tremaine, in yet another tyrant over her poor stepdaughter's "unacceptable behavior".
Even though the reason Ella's -as that is her real name- grades were slipping was because she had no time for homework with all her chores, she did not say so. Ella had learned in the last few years since her father died not to argue with her stepmother even when she was wrong.
"Yes, ma'am." she replied obediently. Still, thoughts buzzed in her head, thoughts of how she'd have the mansion to herself for two days, and how long it had been since she'd seen her boyfriend Henry, and how he looked when he was all worked up…
"Well? Do you expect me to carry the luggage out?" Ms. Tremaine said sharply.
"Oh, right. Of course not - sorry," Ella sputtered. Her thoughts elsewhere: she had already begun formulating plans for tonight and was not going to have them ruined by Ms. Tremaine's presence. The first of these plans was, logically, to rid of her stepmother and sisters; she did so swiftly and with anticipation.
Although Ella had hosted but one friend, her best friend, at the mansion a year before, she was sure that the people invited over tonight would feel the way she had about the place.
"Oh my god! It's so big!" shouted Rapunzel, listening for an echo, giddily cupping her hand around her ear. Giggling, Ella began "That's what she-"
"Who is this, and why is she in my home?" scolded Ms. Tremaine, stalking down the spiral staircase leading into the main room.
Not seeing the trouble she was causing, Rapunzel kindly replied, "My name is Rapunzel and Ella invited me over," she reached out for a hand shake. Receiving no hand back, Rapunzel with drawled the gesture, stepped back, and meekly said "I can leave now if you want."
"Yes, if you would, that would be exquisite." stated Ms. Tremaine, matter-of-factly.
As to be assumed, no one came to visit with Ella after that.
Ella, beautiful and kind, made up for her unpopularity at home with likeability at school. She had countless friends and acquaintances and planned to invite every one of them tonight. It was about four O'clock, so there was plenty of time to tell Henry to come over and bring all the guys on the football team with.
"... They can bring their girlfriends and the girls can bring their friends - I want half the school here, Henry," she finished the text.
"Anything for you, babe. Should I invite Rapunzel too or do you want to? I know you'll want her there," he replied.
"I'll tell her and my other friends, thanks baby. See u soon" she replied hastily, skipping the proper spelling of 'you' for her nerves. For as long as she had lived in this strict mansion, Ella had hardly broken any rules, and tonight's party would fracture quite a few of them. And so naturally Ella felt some butterflies.
After telling her immediate friends- Rapunzel, Snow, Anna, Esmeralda, and Ariel- to show up pronto, and assuring them that Ms. Tremaine was not home, Ella decided to wear her favorite dress. Sparkling with excitement and silvery sequins, Ella touched up her blush and was about to put her hair in a messy bun when a she heard the annoying whine of the doorbell.
"Just a minute!" she shouted from upstairs, hoping whoever it was could hear her, and began her way down the long staircase. Knock, knock, knock. "I'll be right there!" Ella yelled, a few steps from the bottom.
"Please, please let me in!" said the voice behind the door. It was Anna, frantic and scared.
"Don't be a bitch. Calm down, damn. Just- UGH. Whatever, I'm done" harassed the other, masculine voice behind the door. Finally Ella came to the door and flung it open to find Anna in a heap on the doormat, holding her face in her hands, and that asshole Hans stalking back to his Mustang.
"Oh, Anna, I'm sorry it took me so long – I was upstairs. Here," Ella said, offering a kind hand to her. "Come up to my room with me." Anna took the hand and went with Ella.
Ella dried Anna's tears and fixed her running eyeliner. The two didn't say much; Anna was always talkative and since she was silent now, Ella figured this must be bad and she should let her get through it herself. Over the next two hours, lots of guests trickled in and by 6 O'clock, Ella had gotten her wish.
When Henry arrived, Ella made sure Anna was with her sister and went to him. Unlike whatever Anna had with that Hans guy, Ella really did love and trust Henry. And so upon their meeting she intended to quickly place a kiss on his cheek, but ended up getting his lips, unable to resist. Henry dutifully kissed Ella back, and lightly held the back of her head in his hand, pulling her closer to him. The couple seemed to be made for each other – their bodies and movements intertwining in a beautifully uncomplicated romance. Before they knew it, it was like they couldn't get close enough, like the only air in the room in the other's mouth, like-
"Ahem, some of us are trying to eat," Kuzco said with exaggerated disgust, shoving half a slice of pizza someone must have brought into his mouth.
"Some of us are trying to get laid," Henry replied plainly, picking up Ella so that her legs rested on his hip bones. Ella giggled and held on.
"What you should get is a room," said Esmeralda light-heartedly, walking to them with a drink in one hand and Phoebes' in the other.
"Esmeralda, beautiful and witty as ever. But unless you'd like to join us-" Henry began.
"Okay so we're just gonna go up to my room, then" Ella interrupted, hoping to get him in bed before he started having fun down here.
Due to the few drinks in him, Henry was not as strong as usual and was unable to carry Ella up the entire staircase and down the hall to her bedroom. He set her down gently at the top of the stairs, passing some redheaded girl and blond guy coming out of Ella's stepsister's bedroom – likely using them for the same thing he'd soon be using Ella's. He made his way down the hall with his hand dangerously low on the small of his girlfriend's back, while trying to decide which door was hers – he'd never been to Ella's house before.
"Babe, it's this one," Ella said in a "duh" kind of tone, placing her left hand on it and slowly pushing it open. He replied dumbly, "oh," and followed her in, guided by the gentle mutual grasp they had on each other's hand. Inside lay many pretty furniture pieces, which he'd have admired more thoroughly had he not been most interested in one item: the bed. It was very big, almost round, and covered by a burgundy plush blanket with silk trim and on top of a plain white comforter, neatly tucked into five flowered pillows at the head of the bed.
Feeling his strength return, Henry quietly closed the door and picked Ella up bridal style when she turned to the mirror to unzip her dress.
"I'll take care of that," he said with the keen desire to do so. Ella beamed and sighed contentedly, letting her arms fall onto his great shoulders as he carried her to her bedside. He laid her down on her back and her arms fell once again, only this time over her own shoulders, her hands resting leisurely on her head. Henry imagined laying her down, pouncing onto her, and claiming her body his, but when she lay there with this glimmer of not just desire but love and devotion in her eyes, he was captivated. He stared for a moment, before remembering that this woman was waiting for him, and proceeded to position himself on top of her, bringing his left leg over hers and his right onto the bed. He leaned into her, not just to her face for kisses, but to her bosom for love, and her hair for fragrance. He looked into her eyes and found what he always found when they were together like this: lust.
He felt the sudden need to be naked with her, to share the vulnerability that came hand in hand with coming absolutely undone with someone you loved. He remembered the dress zipper. Henry remained on his knees on top of her, but leaned back, almost sitting up, and brought her up to him with his right hand. With his left, he reached behind her, found the zipper with ease, and pulled it down. He let his thumb follow the rest of his hand down her back, and felt her soft skin all the way down to her waist (where the zipper ended). Ella knew their ritual well and continued undressing.
When she took her arms out of the sleeves it was like a show where Henry was the only member of the audience. She slowly, without breaking eye contact, pushed the front on the dress off, and it hung limply from her front, still attached to her at the waist. She was not wearing a bra. Her blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders.
Henry leaned over once more, and with his right hand he methodically reached around her to the small of her back, lifted it towards his chest, and with his left hand he shimmied what was left of her dress off, tossing it across the room. Henry let her down and took his button-down white shirt off and over his head, tossing that too. He looked down and reached for his pants zipper, but found that Ella's nimble little fingers had already undone it. She sat up a bit and reached forward so that her hands were on his hips, and then she tugged his pants down on either side. Henry leaned forward onto her and lifted up his knees long enough to get his pants down past them, and then kicked them off with his feet, letting them fall to the floor at the foot of the bed. He had tight, black briefs on, which complimented her black-with-grey-lace-trim panties.
Both were breathing hard, not for tiredness or nervousness, but for anticipation. Though each understood the fun in foreplay, this particular time they felt the need for the pinnacle of pleasure severely.
And so, Ella reached down to her panties and pulled them off herself, while henry pulled down his briefs. Both threw their final bits of clothing across the room, into the area that no longer mattered: anywhere the two were not about to fuck.
It was no surprise to Ella how big his cock was, and no surprise to Henry how big her breasts were – they'd had sex before – but again, this time seemed different. Their chests heaved and their pelvises thrust with a newfound energy. Was it the alcohol? The freedom of being in Ella's room with no adults in the mansion?
Ella pushed Henry to her right, rolling over so that she was on top and they were in the center of the bed. She sat on top him, lifted her ass up slightly, and sat down again, allowing henry to guide his hard dick into her cunt. She paused a moment, relishing in the sensation the first penetration always gave her, and when that subsided, she let Henry do all the work.
Using his large hands as instruments, he put them on her waist and lifted her up and down, complementing the rhythm of this cock, creating a loud and harmonious symphony.
Contrary to the common rules of fucking, Henry moaned while Ella sounded only of sweet whimpers and whines. Henry made Ella and anyone remotely near the room aware of his pleasure with many "oohs," "aahs," and "oh, fuck's".
Ella, riding him, merely closed her eyes in ecstasy, and after a minute or two leaned over and licked and kissed his neck while her fucked her. Both lovers were dangerously close to cumming, and even though she was on the pill, they didn't want to take chances on a pregnancy, and so when Henry exclaimed "Oh, fuck! God, you're so fucking good, fuck me..." Ella knew she was close too, for seeing him at her will so heavily always pushed her over the edge.
As her orgasm washed over her with pleasure like a baptism with holiness, she rolled over again, pulling him out of her, and scooched down on the bed. Henry understood what this position meant, and as he came he aimed his cock at her tits, getting himself all over her; the final gesture of claim.
Henry got off of her and flopped down beside her on the bed, exhausted. She looked down and her nakedness, which had seems so sexy before, but now, covered in this sticky love juice, or whatever she was supposed to call it, she felt silly. She chuckled lightly and sat up, walked to the bathroom, and jumped in the shower to clean up.
When she was done with that, she shuffled back to bed, wringing out her hair, half expecting Henry to ask her to do it again. But when she came to her bedside, Henry was asleep, with his underwear on again, and looked peaceful as well as beautiful.
Ella set her towel on the floor, laid down behind him, draped her left arm over his shoulder, and fell asleep to the beat of their synchronized hearts.