OK. Mystery revealed. I do not own the Disney characters you are about to read about or the song lyrics. Also, too tired to go look them up so I'm sorry if they're not exact.
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Her lips felt dry. She licked them unconsciously but before she could say anything his lips descended on hers. His arms were braced on either side of her, supporting his weight and simultaneously blocking out everything but his kiss. His scent surrounded her.
You smell wonderful, too, ma belle. Comme les fleurs. J'aime ton parfum.
Well as long as you can hear my thoughts and I don't have to stop kissing you to speak...I'm not wearing perfume. She moaned as his tongue rubbed against hers causing an odd fluttery feeling in her stomach.
You understand French? He groaned as she simultaneously cupped his buttocks to pull him closer, and arched up, trying to move herself closer to him.
I took French in school.
You're making me crazy. I want you so much.
What other languages do you speak?
Italian, Russian, German, Gaelic, Mandarin...more, I can't remember right now. Is it important?
His head was buried in her neck, kissing it so passionately that she felt a little delirious. No, she didn't really think it mattered very much at all. "Mmmhmmm...," she moaned as he licked her neck lightly as he began to inch her nightgown up her legs.
"Oh...oh...wait!" she sat up suddenly.
"What is it?" his eyes had darkened even further and the husky note in his voice almost distracted her.
"I...I don't even know you're name. You don't know mine. We can't just...you're a stranger. I've never met you until tonight...I've never even seen you before..."
"That's not true, darling. We've met before...in another life...in a dream. Our connection is too strong to be explained otherwise."
"You...that's ridiculous. Don't give me than "Once Upon A Dream" crap?"
He stared at her blankly.
"You know, Sleeping Beauty? The Disney version?"
"Ohhh," he murmured comprehending. He began to hum the song.
"You...you know it?" she asked, slightly shocked.
"Well, I've seen the film if that's what you mean. I'm reading your mind though to remember the tune." He began to sing. "I know you. I've walked with you once upon a dream. I know you. That gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. Yes I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you'll do. You'll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream."
She had been entranced by his eyes and his deep voice singing rather exceptionally well and hadn't realized she had joined him in duet. She shook off the remnants of her entrancement. "Yes, so don't try that with me. I won't stand for it. I..."
"You're frightened. You're a virgin," he stated shocked.
"Yes," she replied blushing furiously. Damn him, she couldn't very well control her speech and her thoughts.
"Oh, sweetheart, I didn't realize. I guess I got carried away with...emotion."
"And what emotion would that be?" she asked archly.
"Passion...lust...love."
She scoffed. "Don't give me that..." She broke off. He suddenly looked worried. "What is it?"
"Um...," it was amusing to see him at a loss for words, "darling, how old are you?"
"Twenty-five."
"Thank god."
"Why?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Well, it's not so common now for women to remain chaste nowadays. I was afraid you might have been younger," looking sheepish.
"Well, I'm not."
"I realize that now..." he murmured, trailing off as he gazed into her eyes. He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and leaned down again...
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OK. That's all for now. Sorry. Must sleep. Probably won't. I can at least try.