DISCLAIMER: ALL AFOREMENTIONED CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER. THIS VERSION OF "SLEEPING BEAUTY" LOOSELY FOLLOWS THE DISNEY PLOT, SO THAT BELONGS TO THE BIG MOUSE. (Although I don't think Mickey would've imagined anything that I'm about to do!)

Arms, hands or legs must not leave the car for the duration of ride. Enjoy!


Chapter Six: A Clandestine Encounter

Rosalie, the former Siren of the Rose, cleared her throat delicately. Nerves began to circle up through her chest and spread to her mouth, making her speechless momentarily as her two sisters turned their attentions to her.

"I-I…I have businesswiththekingdomofMasen!"

Mary-Alice smirked at Rosalie's embarrassment and went back to her sewing, but Bella stopped her cleaning to stare blankly at her sister's speech.

A bright color began to stain Rosalie's cheeks as Bella asked, "Excuse me?"

"I-" the words were trapped again. "I have…business…with the kingdom of…Masen." Bella's eyebrows rose significantly at her answer and she questioned, "Again? You were just there not three days ago." Rosalie felt ridiculous! Here she was- the Faerie of Beauty and The Siren of the Rose- stuttering like an adolescent girl over a man!

But, of course, it wasn't just any man. It was King Emmett of Masen, the most rippling pectorals this side of the Sol Duc Rivering Waters. She envisioned his wavy chestnut hair and the way it would feel as it passed through her fingers. Her wits rapidly began to dwindle when she imagined his clear, blue-green eyes and charming dimples and plump lips and sculpted nose and wide shoulders and callused hands and firm backside and strong thighs and…oh! Her breath caught at the thought of their last encounter...

He was taken unawares by her sudden manifestation and was lounging in the Masen Baths. They had agreed upon a set time for their meeting, but The Siren of the Rose always arrived in advance.

He hastily stood to greet her with water sluicing down every angle of his body… Unfortunately, was wearing a night shirt. Or perhaps it was fortunate, for it clung to every muscle quite magnificently. As a patron of Beauty, The Siren of the Rose could fully appreciate art in its every form, and this sight was quite spectacular.

He mumbled what sounded like an oath before stumbling to reach his robe. "Good evening, Good Faerie of Beauty."

"Yes, I Hope tonight will be Good, but it is, of course, still morning." King Emmett of Masen laughed uneasily.

"Of course."

"Of course." She agreed.

"Of course."

A moment passed with locked eyes and the echo of dripping water was the only sound between them. The tension peaked and, like a storm of angelic force, skin was on skin and prayers were traded passionately. King Emmett's robes and shirt were lost to the sexual tempest and The Siren of the Rose finally got to admire his full artistic form.

Needless to say, it became a very Good evening, indeed...

"In fact," Bella continued, "your appointment lasted a better part of the day. What more could there be to discuss?" Rosalie let out a long breath and had to stay her hand from fanning herself.

"Plenty." She said, trying unsuccessfully to sound nonchalant. She went to gather her traveling cloak to keep her wandering mind off of her royal man.

Feeling she needed more provocation, Mary-Alice added with harassment, "How are the royal treasures of Masen fairing? I suspect King Emmett is rather quick in his pillaging?"

Rosalie ducked her braided head in mortification. "King Emmett of Masen?" Bella gasped incredulously. "Rose, he's a KING! And a widowed one at that!"

With a sudden defense, Rosalie's eyes cut to her and declared, "Queen Eliza of Beth has been in her heaven for nearly a decade. And I assure you, His Majesty has been more than a willing participant." She turned to Mary-Alice in a passionate fury, "And he most certainly doesn't pillage! He is slow and torturous and I have never begged so much for a release in my entire life!" All three women grew warm at her words. Mary-Alice met Bella with fervid eyes and a carnal pressure filled the space between them. Rosalie saw their distraction but couldn't stop herself from exploding in self-doubt, "How is it any different than my Gift Training. I have Loved many men in my learning and have perfected my craft countless times over the years."

Bella spoke distractedly under the weight of her attraction, "Yes, but those were all Fae men. They do not fall so easily into your charms."

Rosalie started to argue, but Mary-Alice voiced with the Sight of the Oracle, "But he is not like all the other men you have Loved because you care for him above all else. You, Good Faerie of Beauty, are in Love."

Rosalie, for a second time in the day, stuttered like an adolescent girl then huffed in annoyance. She turned in a flurry of ethereal pink and stalked out the door.

Mary-Alice waited no time after the door was shut to come down on her sister. The tension between them grew as they fumbled with their skirts and the incantations it took to make them disappear. Song and Virtue combined sensually with a divine vigor. And while King Emmett of Masen wouldn't pillage womanly lands, Mary-Alice most certainly did.

~J&E~

To calm her frayed nerves, Rosalie decided to take the more scenic route to the lands of Masen. This included actually walking instead of materializing at her destination. And it worked out quite splendidly because as she was admiring the songbirds' love tune, she came across the sprinting form of her son, Hale.

She called to him and he stopped to look up in a sheepish surprise. She sensed he felt guilty of something, but she couldn't detect what it was as she neared closer to him. She took it upon herself to direct Hale away from the homestead since—as she could feel through Love—her sisters were too busy enjoying their desires. He took this news in stride (it happened a lot) and set about running back in the direction he came from.

Rosalie shook her head at his energy and wished he could remain her son forever.

~J&E~

Anthony's quiet world of perfection didn't last quite as long as he anticipated. The woods were filled with Good and lively animals, but the emptiness in his heart was weighing on his ten-year-old (but almost eleven!) soul. Running away wasn't at all that he hoped it would be. He began to realize after he finished his letter to the boy Hale, that nothing perfect lasts forever. He wished he could relive those moments when he was formulating what to write to the boy or when his feet touched the cool water from the river for the first time or when he felt the aura of the Lost Prince. The moments were gone now and were already fading. Looking around at his picturesque surroundings- the feathered moss, the filtered Light and animated trees—he suddenly wanted to hold onto something that was real.

He picked up the note and crumpled it to his chest. The boy, with his poor grammar and even poorer penmanship, felt more real to him than anything in his life. Anthony of Happiness was slightly dramatic.

Here he was, sitting in the woods with a dirty letter, a fake name and no way home and it felt…real. It was as if he was meant to be here and the emotion was palpable (inside, Anthony felt proud at his use of vocabulary). He looked up above for a sign in the trees with the paper in his hands.

Samson suddenly whinnied impatiently, alerting Anthony, the former Prince of Masen, of an oncoming intruder into his world of serenity. Anthony of Happiness was more than slightly dramatic.

The greenery gave way to a young boy with blonde hair. His blue eyes danced with awareness as they took in each other.

Anthony's heart jumped like skipping rocks on the crest of a pond (inside, Anthony felt proud of his poetic analysis), and he didn't feel so empty anymore.


Mmmm...all three of our Faeries are getting some smexy time! I know you signed up for J/E action, but you're also getting a little sideshow. Plus, right now they are waaay too young. (Although, that could be kind of kinky. Hmm...) They'll get there eventually and it will be...Good. Oh yeah...