Author's note: This is, hopefully the first of several fics for my newly declared Once Upon A Time in Wonderland OTP: Red Sorcerer, or Jafar x The Red Queen. This first piece establishes a bit of my headcanon for both characters, and I've given the queen the name of Catherine for now, as I think it suits her well.
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Your Move
He taught himself, long ago, not to care.
Caring only lead to love; and love only lead to misery.
Jafar knew misery far too well, for his past was soaked in it.
The vizier was perfectly content to go on in this manner, and kept his heart under lock and key until a fateful day: the day that he met her.
The Red Queen: a woman who was his polar opposite, which explained his instant attraction.
She was the ice to his fire: a skilled strategist with a cool temperament and stormy gray eyes.
It was that gaze of hers that initially drew him in. Despite her frosty veneer, there was a hint of vulnerability in those depths that told him that he had found a kindred spirit.
He was proved right rather quickly. What started out as an uneasy alliance quickly became a dance between them, and it wasn't long before the sorcerer found himself drawn to the Queen's bed.
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That bed was his present location, where he was engaging in his favorite past-time: watching his lover as she slept, her lithe body curled against his after their shared passion had finally cooled.
Her long, golden hair was down and flowing around her shoulders, and with her lovely face relaxed in repose, she appeared almost innocent.
Of course, Jafar knew the opposite to be true: his Queen was far from innocent, and the scratches that currently marred the otherwise smooth skin of his back were proof.
He reached out and traced one long finger along the elegant slope of her shoulder, smirking when his touch prompted her to stir.
"Catherine…" he leaned forward and whispered her given name in her ear.
Instantly, her eyes flew open and fixed him with a glare. "I told you not to call me that."
He laughed sharply. "That's exactly why I choose to use it. What do you have against your own name, anyway?"
She frowned, and for a moment the vulnerability that he occasionally caught surfaced in the gray-blue depths of her eyes. "It reminds me of things I'd prefer not to be reminded of, that's all."
He paused for a moment before replying: "I guess I can understand that." His fingers continued in their trek across her skin.
She inhaled sharply when his hand swept over the curve of her hip. "Well…now that that's settled," she slid one leg against his and then hooked it over his waist, and in one graceful movement she managed to turn the tides and pin him beneath her. "Let's turn our attention to more a more pleasant subject, shall we?"
He stared up at her, admiring the wanton image she made with her hair spilling over her shoulders and her ice-colored gaze glinting in challenge.
A grin crossed the handsome sorcerer's lips before he brought his hand up towards her neck.
For a moment, she hesitated, a hint of fear jumping into her eyes as the memory of less pleasant touches he had bestowed surfaced in her mind, but when he simply tangled his fingers into the soft strands of her hair and cradled the back of her head gently, her expression softened.
Jafar sat up, bringing their still-entangled bodies closer together and he leaned forward and brushed his mouth lightly over hers. "As you wish, You're Majesty."
Her smile was downright warm when she bridged the space between them and they focused on something far more enjoyable than reminiscing on their pasts- namely: each other.
The End
