Disclaimer: I don't own Aladdin, Disney does. Well, at least the Disney version.
"What are you doing here, Jafar?" Princess Jasmine glanced at the grand vizier from head to toe, giving him a haughty glare.
"Just here to enjoy the view." The way his eyes were glued to Jasmine, she highly doubted his statement. He smirked, indeed he was enjoying his view of Jasmine. Nothing she couldn't handle. The night was oddly peaceful, missing the noise that Jasmine would normally associate with Jafar.
"Where's Iago?"
"I left him in the royal hall with the sultan; he's probably being fed with crackers as we speak."
Jafar was being odd tonight, chatty and not as grating on her nerves. Or maybe Jasmine was just tired and wanted some company to forget the day's troubles. She sighed; she really didn't want to get married yet. But she had no choice in the matter, get married or else she wouldn't be able to inherit the throne.
"Something bothering you, Princess?"
Jasmine contemplated ignoring him but decided to tell him anyway. "I'm a little disappointed with my suitors. They all seem so… vapid. Ignorant. Uninteresting. I thought they were supposed to come and impress me so that I'd be swept off my feet."
Jafar gave a chuckle. "Ah, princess. Don't set your standards too high, it'll be good enough if your husband doesn't dump you for another woman and you'll just be another nameless face in his harem."
Jasmine faced him, her face glum. "You've managed to spoil my already rotten mood."
Jafar softened his demeanor, and approached her. "Princess, forgive my harsh words. You are the most beautiful flower of the desert; many men would kill to be with you. You're not the type to be forgotten easily," he said with a wistful look in his eyes.
Jasmine caught him looking at her, and she was drawn to him. Like staring into the dark eyes of a cobra, Jasmine found she unable to tear away her gaze. Dare she come closer? Trying to shake away her crazy thought, she abruptly turned her back on Jafar, desperate to forget the pure yearning in Jafar's eyes.
Jafar could not control himself. Whether it was lust or curiosity, he never knew what drove him to embrace her as she turned her back, putting his hands where no man had ever dared laid his hands before. Or risk getting executed.
But Jasmine was not resisting, her mouth was an 'O' as she felt the nerves in her body aflame with the contact of Jafar's arms wrapping her with his warm embrace.
"Jafar," Jasmine moaned breathily, willing his hands to go higher, to cup her warm mounds of flesh or to go lower, to slide his hands past the band of her pants to the parts that were getting wetter with desire.
Instead, he chose to breathe in deeply the scent of her hair and presented a chaste kiss on her head. Jasmine could feel her disappointment mounting as she felt Jafar's arms leaving her skin.
"I had no idea your suitors would leave you this disappointed." He took in a deep breath to compose himself. "Weren't there enough horny young men drunk at the sight of your womanly curves?" He glanced at her skimpy clothes.
Jasmine leaned against a cool marble pillar. "Hmm…they were taking things a little too fast. As exciting as groping each other and fooling around was, it wasn't a real courtship."
"So the 'groping and fooling around' like we just did, that was too fast for you?" Jasmine's cheeks burned with embarrassment. Jafar laughed, not an unkind laugh, but one that actually sounded quite pleasant to the ears, befitting one who had spent so many years in the presence of royalty. "Jasmine, no matter which loveless fool you end up marrying, I promise to give you a proper courtship."
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"I'm going to be your suitor."