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First of all I want to apologize in advance for writing because I am French and my level in English is not very good. ^^
I hope my content will still be understandable.
If I have enough comments, I will write more quickly the rest of the story ! Please leave me comments on what you think. Thanks and good reading :D
The vizier was in the throne room, waiting for the sultan to discuss a so-called important subject. He arrived fairly quickly.
"Oh Jafar, here I am ! Sorry for being late, I was busy." said the Sultan, trotting toward his throne.
"No need to apologize, my lord ..." Jafar contented, bowing. If the Sultan was late it's because he was too busy playing with his stupid toys... he thought. After a few minutes, a person entered the room. The two men stopped talking when the princess approached. Jafar made a slight smile as he saw her, still as seductive...
"Ah Jasmine, we were just discussing about your condition. It's time for you to find a husband !" said the Sultan, his daughter now in front of him.
"What ?! No, I will not marry a man I do not know. I do not want an arranged marriage and you know it !" Jasmine got upset.
The vizier contented himself with listening to the two sovereigns get angry, keeping his eyes on the young woman. What insolence... He smiled, her character pleased him. She was rebellious, fierce, almost savage. In summary, she was a woman of character, the kind of woman not to be fooled. A bit like himself. Faced with her beauty, he looked down at the ground, wanting to keep control of himself... After expressing her dissatisfaction, Jasmine quickly left to her garden, furious.
"She's really unmanageable..." sighed the sultan.
"Hmmm, she's young, and given her attitude I do not see how to find a husband for the princess, she'll reject all her suitors..." Jafar said, having no desire to marry the princess... Even if it was impossible for the vizier to marry the princess, he did not want to give her to any other man, never...
"But it will be nexessary ! She can not stay alone all her life, it's out of the question !"
"Well, the only solution is to continue to invite the suitors and hope that any of them please the princess." Jafar suggested, but knowing that Jasmine will keep pushing them all away.
"I suppose so." sighed the Sultan, returning from where he had come.
Now alone, Jafar go to the garden. Once he arrived, he saw the princess sitting on the edge of her fountain. This beautiful figure that stood out in the sun was a feast for this eyes. He approached her.
"Princess ?" he began.
"Jafar ?! What are you doing here ?" she replied curtly, still annoyed at the interview with her father.
"I wanted to tell you that I am really sorry about your situation..."
"What can it do to you, you help my father. How could you be sorry ?" she gets angry.
"It's my role, princess. And even if I do not want it, I'm forced to do it."
"Oh... and why is not that what you want ?" Jasmine intrigued.
"Oh, uh..." Jafar quickly searched for an answer to that question he had not anticipated. "I think you deserve to choose your husband as you wish." he said with a slight smile. She was really beautiful. Every day he saw her, and at every moment he was restraining himself so as not to give in to his desires. The thing was difficult to control. She was so desirable, Jafar thought.
"Hmmm, even if you really think so, it will not change my father's decision." she said, more calmly.
"Certainly, I just wanted to apologize to you." Jafar whispered before leaving, not even giving the princess time to answer. Staying in her company for a second more could make him lose control... Jasmine let him go and plunged her fingers into the water of her fountain.
Once in his private quarters, Jafar thought of the young woman again. "I wonder if the princess will end up getting married one day... If it continues she will end alone until the end of her days..." then Jafar made a slight "Anyway it is not to displease me. I will not bear to know another man slip his hands on this divine body ... "
The sun was setting on the city of Agrabah. Jasmine was now in her room. "What am I going to do... am I really condemned to marry a man for whom I have no affection...?" Jasmine thought, feeling tears teasing her eyes. Then an idea came to her suddenly. But it was getting late, she will see that tomorrow.
The next morning, Jasmine woke up quietly. Then she suddenly remembered her idea! Perhaps she could use the vizier's help to prevent this marriage. He seemed not to want her situation so maybe in exchange for a service he would accept... She stood up determined and dressed before heading to the private room of Jafar.
For his part, the vizier was lying on his thick cushy cushions, returning from an uninteresting interview with the sultan. Suddenly the woman haunting his night entered the room, so he got up and prostrated himself before her.
"Oh Princess, I did not expect to see you here. How can I help you ?" he said, straightening himself up.
"Do you agree with my father about me ?" she asked quickly.
"Uh... I seem to have told you yesterday that no... I think you should have a choice : get married to the man you choose yourself or do not get married if you do not want it..." he replied, hoping she would choose the second option.
"Yes, but my father will never allow it... That's why I came to see you, would you help me ?" Jasmine asked.
"...and how would you like me to help you ?" Jafar intrigued himself.
"Well, I do not know, is it not possible for you to convince my father not to marry me ?" Jasmine suggested.
"You said it yourself princess, I doubt your father will accept it..." replied the vizier.
"Could you at least try ? I will give you what you want in exchange if you help me..." Jasmine tried.
"Hmmm..." Jafar smiled slightly at the thought of what he could ask... "But you know that even if I try, there is little chance your father will accept..."
"I'm aware of it, what do you want ?"
At her request, Jafar turned around and took a few steps with a smile. "You take me by surprise princess ! I did not expect all that, but..." he paused "There is something I could ask you..."
"I'm listening to you !" interrupted Jasmine, desiring so much to stop the arrival of all these princes.
Jafar turned and walked back to the princess. "You know, for me there is nothing more precious than to receive the first kiss of the most beautiful princess in the world..." Jafar breathed, hoping not to be hated by the princess after this bold request.
Jasmine was speechless. She had expected anything but that. "Do you want me to kiss you ?!" she was surprised.
"It's not expensive paid princess, just a kiss and I promise to go talk to your father..." he sighed as he walked slowly toward her.
Jasmine did not know what to do. He was right it was cheap to pay, it was just a kiss after all. And yet she hesitated. She found this request oddly strange. If she accepted, things would be pretty embarrassing with the vizier. See him every day thinking that she had kissed him...
"I have no other desire princess." Jafar added, taking Jasmine out of her doubts. She remained silent for a few more seconds before taking a step towards him, puzzled.
"It's okay..." she whispered. Jafar was surprised, he did not expect her to say yes... But he was not going to complain. She slowly approached him still hesitantly. Jafar smiled, realizing that he was kissing the object of all his desires. Now in front of him, he almost shyly put his hands on her waist and put his face close to her. Jasmine watched him approach and did the same until her lips rested on those of the vizier. Jafar reveled in this sensation. It was so good to finally feel her against him, her lips warm and luscious, her skin smooth under his fingers. It was even nicer than he had imagined... After a few minutes, Jafar felt his own body react to what was happening. So he was forced to stop kissing before the princess felt anything...
"Hmmmm, I... I keep saying princess I will talk to your father." Jafar said, coming away from her. Jasmine did not move, disturbed by this kiss. She saw Jafar stop in the middle of the room.
"That was delicious princess..." he said without looking at her, before disappearing completely from her sight.
Now alone, Jasmine ran her fingers over her lips. She did not expect that. She did not want to admit it, but... it's true it was not so bad...
She was now hoping that the vizier will succeed for what she had done that... She come back to her room, waiting impatiently for the vizier's answer.
An hour later, Jasmine was still waiting in her room. She caressed the head of her tiger, thinking of what she would do if ever Jafar brought back a negative answer. Should she run away to escape this fatal marriage ? She sighed, exasperated. Then she heard a knock on her door, and saw Jafar appear before her.
"Oh, here you are, then ?" she rose quickly, full of hope.
"I'm really sorry princess I did what I could..." he sighed.
She huffed. After all it was obvious, she thought. She had been stupid to think that her father would leave her alone with the wedding. She turned around, not wanting the vizier to see the tear flowing down her cheek.
"Princess, I may have another solution..." he began. Indeed, after the Sultan's negative response to which he had expected, he had begun to think about how to help the young woman. In this way, she may end up not getting married. He would have the young woman for him alone...
The princess quickly wiped her cheek and turned around.
"What do you propose ?"
He pretended to think and smiled. "You could... make your father believe in a bad experience and then make him understand that you would be safer alone..." Jafar offered. He lowered his eyes slightly, meeting her neckline. He lowered them again and admired her hips. Jasmine noticed that the vizier was staring at every part of her body and blushing slightly under his eyes. She smiled, she liked to feel wanted. A few seconds later, Jafar looked back into the eyes of the young woman.
"Hmmm the idea is not bad." Jasmine replied, widening her smile, resuming hope. "And how do you proceed ?" She asked.
"You tell your father that a prince has come and he has invited you to have dinner with him, you agree to prove to your father your good will. And then you stay hidden for a few days to make him believe that you have disappeared. I will tell your father that the prince has kidnapped you, and later on I will tell him that I have found you, and that is when you will be able to reveal to him everything that the prince has done to you... and never again will you be able to trust future suitors... "Jafar explained.
"And where will I stay for my 'jail days'?" Asked Jasmine.
"...In my private quarters...?" Jafar offered with a slight smile.
Jasmine blushed at this idea, thinking back to the kiss she had given him in the morning. "You're evil..." Jasmine said with a smile. "Very good, it suits me perfectly ! Thank you..." she said, keeping her smile.
"I beg you princess. When do you want to start ?" Jafar asked, discreetly opening his eyes to the woman's chest.
"Why not tomorrow ?" Jasmine suggested.
"As you wish princess." Jafar whispered.
"And what do you want in exchange this time ?"
"Nothing at all..." he whispered. His reward was at the end of this goal...
"Oh... so why are you doing this ?" she asked, intriguing.
"...I would do anything for you princess." Jafar replied, sending him a big smile. Jasmine smiled back, thinking that her answer was hironic. She did not look any further and headed for her balcony while rolling hips. Obviously, Jafar could not resist taking a look at it before heading back to his private quarters.
Now alone, she thought of the plan she had just concocted with the vizier. Honestly, she did not think he would have agreed to help her. Then she thought about the effect she had had on Jafar. She remembered the look he had on her. He was seduced, Jasmine thought. She had never felt that, feeling wanted, coveting... But she liked that feeling, attracting attention to her. Strangely, she liked to attract his only glance... She smiled and could not help but think about it.
To be continued...