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Chapter Two: The Deed

Aladdin woke with a start.

His whole body was throbbing, but he didn't quite know why. Pain was radiating from his head to his chest and to his legs. It felt as if there were ants crawling all over him and Aladdin couldn't quite understand what was making feel like this.

Then the series of events flooded to his mind. The black hood. The stabbing. Jasmine fighting.

Jasmine.

Aladdin sat up quickly and it instantly made him feel sick, making a groan escape his lips. His body was full of pain, he felt very, very cold and all he could feel was this horrid sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. His eyes scanned the room and he did not see Jasmine, only the faint outline of big blood stain in the middle of the floor. Aladdin started to panic then, his thoughts going to the worse thing he could imagine and the twisting in his stomach amplified. It made him turn to the bucket beside the bed and he vomited into it.

"Aladdin!"

It was her voice. It sounded so far away. But Aladdin couldn't trust it. Was he hallucinating, was the fever taking over him?

He looked up and Jasmine was running from the front of the doorway where the image of her walking through on their wedding night was burned in his mind, but this felt like a dream. Aladdin felt he was… just wasn't really in their bed. He just felt as if he was outside of his body, looking in and watching the scene happen in front of him.

He thought he could be hallucinating.

Jasmine's hair was braided down her right shoulder, wearing the same green outfit that she had worn the night he was introduced as Prince Ali and for some reason, this made Aladdin confirm his theory that he had to be hallucinating.

"Jasmine…?" His voice was thick from sleep and Jasmine sat beside him on the bed, grabbing a wet cloth as she dabbed his forehead. Aladdin had been covered in sweat and his body shivered in response, but he couldn't quite tell whether he was hot or cold.

"I'm here… please, lie back…" Aladdin nodded, his body slumping back onto the bed as he stared up at her. She had a cut to her lip, bruises to her neck, but… she looked okay.

"Am… what…" Aladdin mumbled out, not really sure what he was trying to say but Jasmine just shushed him, dabbing the cloth again against his neck. Her touches were so soft he could barely feel them. Come to think of it, he could barely feel the rest of his body. Aladdin really did not feel too great.

"I'm okay. He's gone. He managed to escape, I'm not quite sure how, but we have the best sword makers analysing his dagger… we'll find him." Jasmine sighed, her eyebrows furrowing. She looked tired, exhausted and to think, that night was meant to be the beginning of their lives together. Instead it just made the sheltered bubble that they were living in burst and brought back down to reality. Aladdin just only realised how dangerous it was being the Sultan and it now scared the crap out of him.

"You've been like this for days."

"Days?" Aladdin muttered out, Jasmine nodding as she leant down to kiss his forehead. He was burning up so much he didn't feel it at all.

"You need to rest." Jasmine ran his thumb over his jaw and Aladdin tried his hardest to give her a smile, hoping he'd receive one in turn. It musn't have worked because she just shook her head and just kissed his forehead again. Aladdin fell asleep soon after.

Aladdin woke and he didn't feel so sick anymore. He felt tired, sore, but there was no twisting in his stomach and he wasn't sweating. He must have broken the fever.

Aladdin looked around the room and couldn't see Jasmine, so he gripped the robe off the back of the chair and carefully slid it on. The bandage around his chest was tight, constricting his movement, but at least it didn't hurt as bad as it previously did.

As Aladdin made his way around the palace, he soon realised this was the first time he actually was exploring it. He'd only seen half of it from the party and the showdown with Jafar, but none of those times he was actually able to see the palace for what it was.

It was beautiful, of course. There were paintings of Jasmine and her father, and also of someone else. She looked just like Jasmine, beautiful... kind.

"My wife was very beautiful."

Aladdin almost jumped, his hand gripped the chair in front of him and Hamed (name based on the original name from the Disney animated movie) let out a soft laugh. Aladdin echoed his laugh, it came out more as a nervous chuckle, and felt the bandage constrict around his chest slightly.

"I am sorry. I can imagine it has been a worrying few days for you." Aladdin just nodded and sighed as the Jasmine's father laid a hand on his shoulder. The touch made him feel warm and he appreciated it quite a lot. "Thank you, for fighting for my daughter."

The sinking feeling in his stomach returned at his comment. Aladdin shook his head, feeling quite ashamed at the thought and lowered his head, shamefully. He had done the opposite. Jasmine had saved him.

"Your daughter, she was the one who protected me... I had, no part."

Hamed just shook his head and squeezed Aladdin's shoulder again, which made him look up at the former Sultan. His eyes were kind, soft. Aladdin had never been looked at like this by someone who was… a father figure to him. Aladdin knew nothing about his parents, and was not used to being shown affection by a father figure, so to know that the former Sultan respected him as a person and his daughters husband, it truly meant a lot to Aladdin.

"After my wife died, I did everything to protect my daughter." Hamed sighed, pointing up to another painting of his wife. Jasmine honestly looked so much like her. Aladdin just watched Hamed as his expression changed from love to concern, his eyebrows furrowing. "So, she was trained by my guards."

Aladdin just nodded. He still felt the pain of not being able to protect his wife, but at the same time he knew that Jasmine wasn't just some girl. She didn't need his protection, but instead needed his support. However, Aladdin knew becoming the husband of the first female Sultan would have its ups and downs, so he needed to be ready.

"When I am healed, I wish to train with them." Aladdin murmured quietly, looking up at Hamed. "If I am to stand by her side, I have to be prepared." He was still looking up at the painting of his wife on the wall and nodded.

"We shall start your training when you are able."

Aladdin nodded and thanked him before watching him walk off. Aladdin wouldn't know what to do with himself if he ever lost Jasmine. She was someone who had come into his life so suddenly, but she ultimately made such a huge impact to it, that he wouldn't know what to do without her. For Hamed to lose his wife… Aladdin thought he was incredibly brave for continuing on the way that he had and it made him wish for the same strength as the former Sultan.

As he started to make his way back to his bedchamber, he finally found his wife.

Jasmine was sitting in the Palace library, her elbow propped up on the table with her head rested in her hand and her other hand, flicking through a large book. Aladdin envied her in that moment. He'd never learnt to read or write. If he had, he would have loved to learn about what life would be like outside of Agrabah. He also didn't envy her. Being the Sultan would have its benefits, but it also would be a heavy burden to carry.

Aladdin realised how different their lives were and how different his life is now. Sometimes, he wondered if he was really worth all the trouble and whether he deserved Jasmine or not. Obviously, she was out of his league and it was difficult not to feel pretty subpar compared to her.

Aladdin moved silently and sat down in front of her, watching how engrossed she was in the book. She was so engrossed that she hadn't even realised he was there. There was a stray strand of hair that curled down her forehead and fell on her cheek. It was that stray hair that he'd unconsciously tuck away behind her ear and he felt the urge, but Aladdin knew he'd startle her.

Jasmine lifted her head to tuck the stray strand away herself and caught his gaze, which made her jump slightly. He heard the sharp intake of breath and Aladdin just smiled, which in turn caused Jasmine to shake her head.

"You're meant to be in bed." Jasmine murmured, furrowing her brows at him and Aladdin just sighed, moving his hand across the table as he gripped hers. The little crinkle between her eyebrows always made him smile.

"I wanted to see my wife." Jasmine smiled gently and sighed, her hand squeezing his gently. Aladdin pulled her hand close and kissed the back of it, sighing as he swallowed.

"What is on your mind?" Jasmine murmured quietly and Aladdin could feel her eyes on him. There were so many things that he couldn't stop thinking about, but it was mainly the assassination attempt. That guy he was still out there. Alive. Who knew when he'd come back?

As soon as he looked up at her, Jasmine's expression changed and she let go of his hand so she could cup his cheek. "I am fine, truly."

Aladdin sighed. Jasmine knew what was on his mind at all times and he was grateful for that, he was never very good at expressing his feelings.

"He will be back."

"And we will be ready." Jasmine said matter-of-factly. Aladdin had no idea how she could be so calm about almost dying to an assassination attempt. Maybe being the daughter of a Sultan made her become so strong and brave, something Aladdin wasn't quite sure he was. Aladdin was scared. His life was so simple before his wedding and then overnight, he was thrust into the life of the husband of a Sultan. Dodging assassins, learning the customs and least of all, trying to be a good husband to Jasmine. He'd only been her husband a few days and there were so many things that he was learning.

For Aladdin, his life was just starting to come to fruition and Jasmine was a very important part of it. His life, for the most part, was just about survival. Now he had so many things he'd never had before. Love. Happiness. Purpose.

And Aladdin was horribly scared at the thought of losing it all.

"Aladdin-" Jasmine started before there was the loud rustling of armour, which caused her to turn and glance over at the door. She sighed then and Aladdin knew that this was something she had to do. Jasmine was the Sultan now and there were duties that she had to attend to.

She turned back to look at him and there was an apologetic smile on her lips. Aladdin just took her hand and kissed her palm, nodding. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched her leave because he knew that she would be an amazing Sultan.

Aladdin left the library then and moved to take a seat outside, enjoying the sun on his face.

"There will be no coronation. It is too dangerous!" Aladdin had dozed off in the sun of the balcony, but woke to the former Sultan's words. He glanced inside to see Jasmine hurrying off in the direction of their bed chamber and he quickly got up, following her.

"Jasmine" Aladdin sighed as he followed her, biting down on his lip as she opened the doors their bed chamber in a huff and Aladdin closed the door behind them once they were in it.

"He's ashamed." Jasmine muttered back. He could hear the sob in her throat that she was trying so hard to push down. When he finally caught up to her, he slipped his hand to her waist and pulled her round to face him. The Sultan was definitely not ashamed of her. He was so proud of her, everyone knew it.

Jasmine's eyes were red and puffy with tears swimming in them, ready to burst and tip over. Aladdin knew that she didn't want to show emotion though, not in front of the counsel and especially not in front of her father. There were too many people doubting her abilities as Sultan for her show emotion and it made Aladdin feel horrid inside about it.

"Your father is scared, Jasmine." Aladdin whispered as Jasmine tucked her head into the crook of his neck. She felt so small and delicate in his arms, making him just want to hold and protect her for as long as he could. "He lost his wife, he doesn't want to lose you too."

Jasmine's hands gripped his shirt then and he looked down to see she was looking up at him. Her cheeks were shiny from tears and her bottom lip was trembling. Aladdin knew that her mother was killed in mysterious circumstances and the reason she was locked away, so he knew it was still a sore point to touch on.

"He won't."

"He almost did." Aladdin quipped back. There was a lot more emotion in the words than he meant and Jasmine noticed it. It almost came out as a sob and he felt ashamed. He was never one to show emotion, especially when he no one to really confide in most of his years growing up. Sharing was difficult.

"I almost lost you." He whispered as he drew in a sharp intake of breath.

Jasmines expression softened and she gripped his cheeks with both of her hands. Her hands were the softest things to touch his face and the feeling was something he longed for whenever she wasn't with him. Jasmine's touch was always so gentle and delicate, that it spread a warm feeling across his body.

Her thumb outlined his jaw and then brushed over his lips. Aladdin couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath. He had never been touched like this before. Jasmine was so close to him and he couldn't tear his eyes away from hers. They were still red, but there wasn't sadness anymore in them. There was desire.

It was the same look she had given to him the night they were married.

Aladdin gripped her waist and pulled her close, suddenly feeling the desire to be with her. To have her. To feel her skin against his. He knew Jasmine felt this too, because suddenly her hands were pushing off his robe and her lips had found his.

The same hot feeling returned to his southern regions and he found himself trying to take off what she was wearing as quickly as possible. Once he had and he was also undressed, he gently pushed Jasmine onto her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

Aladdin was nervous.

Very nervous.

Aladdin knew the mechanics of what he was about to do… but he didn't know the emotional and mental side to it. He didn't know what this was going to do them or their relationship, he also didn't know how it would affect him. All Aladdin knew was that he was lying on top of the most beautiful person he'd ever met and all he wanted to do was to make sure that he wasn't going to hurt her.

Jasmine's braid had come loose so her hair was sprayed out across the bed and Aladdin, probably very ungraciously, stared at the rest of her body. He'd never seen a naked woman before and seeing Jasmine like this, Aladdin knew he would have trouble removing this image from his mind.

"What is it?" Aladdin could hear the nervous tone in Jasmine's voice. He could see her hands about to move to cover herself, but he shook his head and grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it. Aladdin knew that she felt self-conscious at this moment. He was basically gawking at her beauty, but he honestly couldn't look away. Aladdin then leaned down to kiss Jasmine softly and ran his thumb over her jaw, subconsciously pressing his length against her heat. At that motion, he felt Jasmine jolt and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Aladdin opened his eyes and looked down at her, her eyes locking with his. They weren't wide with fear like before, except… they were full of desire again. Her hand ran over his cheek before she trailed her fingers down his chest and helped guide him into her. Aladdin thanked Allah for Jasmine knowing that he needed help with that part.

Aladdin felt a rush of so many feelings at the warmth that surrounded him and he felt this desire to release, but he knew that he couldn't. His eyes had closed at the feeling, but he opened them to watch Jasmine as he started to slowly push his hips in. Aladdin grew worried when she winced and he stopped immediately, watching as Jasmine's breath quickened.

"Just… don't stop." Aladdin nodded, still watching her as he continued to push and he couldn't help but moan softly at the feeling. It was nothing Aladdin had experienced before and now he understood why so many people had told him it was a sacred thing between a man and his wife.

Once he was all the way in, he stopped and waited for Jasmine. Aladdin knew that this connection between them was only possible because of her and he was definitely only going to do as she asked.

"Are you okay?" Aladdin whispered, and Jasmine just nodded. She's had her eyes closed for the entire time and it worried Aladdin. All he wanted to see was her beautiful brown eyes because they always said so much when she couldn't speak. Aladdin leaned in then, remembering her reaction from their wedding night, and kissed her neck. He heard her intake of breath like last time and he almost felt her relax at the touch.

"Move… your… hips…" Jasmine breathed out against his ear and Aladdin nodded. He started to slowly thrust his hips and he heard a moan escape Jasmine's lips. Aladdin almost sighed in relief, but he also moaned. This feeling, this connection between him and her was something Aladdin knew he would want to do a lot of. He had never felt so good before.

"Oh Aladdin…" Jasmine moaned against his ear and that was honestly one of the hottest thing Aladdin's heard in his life. It made Aladdin speed up his thrusts and he felt an unfamiliar tightening feeling in his stomach.

"I think…" Aladdin mumbled out, feeling the desire to release and he suddenly felt Jasmine's body jolt and shudder beneath him, which made him release. Jasmine had moaned loudly in his ear and Aladdin wasn't quite sure of the feelings he was currently feeling, but it was something that he could never ever describe. It was too incredible.

Eventually after a few more times, they stopped. Purely out of exhaustion.

Aladdin was propped up against the pillow and Jasmine had her head on his chest, her leg intertwined with his. She was trailing her finger the outline of Aladdin's abs, eventually moving to the fresh pink scar from the recent assassination attempt and the only thing that could be heard were the sounds of their breathing eventually evening out. Aladdin had no idea how much of a physical toll it was, having sex.

"That was…" Jasmine mumbled and Aladdin smiled tiredly as he looked down at her. Her hair was sticking to her face and neck from sweat, but she had never looked so beautiful. Jasmine almost looked like she was glowing.

"Incredible." Aladdin finished and Jasmine nodded, leaning up so she could kiss him. It was soft and sweet, and he could feel the smile that she was wearing.

"Would it be very… unsultan like if we just stayed in bed all day tomorrow and did this?" Jasmine murmured, a small smirk on her lips and Aladdin just grinned wider. A soft laugh escaped his lips and he scrunched his nose at her.

"It would most definitely be… but I wouldn't object." He said with a wink and Jasmine just rolled her eyes playfully, resting her head back down on his chest. She sighed, wrapping her arm over his chest.

"Guess I can't have everything."

Aladdin couldn't help but smile at the closeness between them. He couldn't help but feel so happy that she felt comfortable with him to be able to be like this. All Aladdin ever wanted to do for Jasmine was to make her happy, and he felt they were finally comfortable with each other to achieve it.

"I love you." Aladdin murmured quietly as he stroked her hair softly. It wasn't something they really had said to each other, but they both knew it. Jasmine turned, resting her chin on his chest as she looked up at him and smiled.

"I love you too." Jasmine reached up and kissed him softly again, her fingers trailing over his chin. She pulled away after a long moment, her hand resting on his chest. "Forever."

Aladdin nodded, closing his eyes as he felt himself start to drift off.

"Forever."

So they finally did the deed! Eep! It feels like a big end, but it really isn't. I promise! There will be more!

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