A/N: This is a prompt fill that wasn't exactly filling the prompt it was prompted for, so now it's its own thing. Heh. :D

Biting the inside of her cheek, Aurora softly trailed her hand down Maleficent's arm, fingertips tingling as she traced the lines of wiry muscle and bone, stroking along her knuckles before ending tangled with her fingers. "You're strong," she breathed, smiling.

Raising an eyebrow, Maleficent smirked, wings rustling. Clasping the younger human's hand in hers, she scooted closer, ducking down to meet her gaze. "As compared to you? It's unfair to compare me and you, you know," she answered Aurora's smile with her own, practically chiding. Her other hand moved forward, pushing Aurora's hair away from her face. Cupping her cheek, she leaned in, softly pressing her lips to the blonde's forehead. "We're different."

"Still," Aurora insisted, cheeks pink, lower lip caught between her teeth, "It's appealing."

Maleficent paused. Pressing another kiss to Aurora's forehead, she pulled back. "Hmm?"

Meeting her wide eyes and curious expression, Aurora grinned at her. "You're different than me," she pressed before reiterating, "So beautiful. So…" She sighed. "Amazing."

"Amazing?" Maleficent tilted her head, looking down at the blonde. "How so?"

"How?" Aurora laughed. She squeezed the faerie's hand in hers. "Mal. Haven't you ever looked at yourself? Or, rather," her cheeks pinkened, and she glanced down, lips curling into a broad, shy smile, glancing up at her companion through her eyelashes, "Haven't you ever tried to see yourself through my eyes?"

Maleficent's smile grew. "Oh Beastie," she murmured, leaning in again to nuzzle Aurora's forehead, pulling her hands back so she could cup each of the girl's shoulders, "You're a rare beauty. Inside and out.

"Which means," she continued, dipping down, lips skimming down Aurora's nose and brushing, a breath's away, from the blonde's lips, "I've only ever preoccupied myself with studying you. Ever since I got back my wings, why should I be interested in my own looks? Or how I seem through your eyes?" She slid her hands down, fingers tangling in Aurora's again, tightening around her. "We have all the time in the world."

Aurora looked down. "Do we really?" she asked, looking up at Maleficent.

Maleficent hummed indulgently. "Do we really…?"

"Do we really have all the time in the world? I'm human, godmother." Aurora's teeth worried at her lower lip and her fingers gripped Maleficent's. "I'm…" She broke off.

Taking in the younger girl's downcast gaze, Maleficent frowned. She tilted her head, then pulled her hand away again so she could softly, lovingly, skim the back of her fingers along Aurora's cheek, urging her to look up. "Beastie…"

Eyelashes fluttering, Aurora's lips suddenly pressed into Maleficent's. Kissing her harshly, mouth opening and tongue darting out, the newly declared queen gasped, leaning into her, chest and knees pushing into the faerie's. "I'm afraid," she panted, grasping tightly to Maleficent's shoulders, harsh and strong and only centimeters away from her violently spread wings, "You don't want the same as I do."

Maleficent wrapped her hands around Aurora's, gently tugging them down, curling around her again in her lap. Folding her longer fingers around her, she kissed Aurora back, lips slanting and sliding and bruising against her as she answered Aurora's push, leaning down into her. "Oh 'Rora," she murmured back into the younger woman's mouth, smiling as their foreheads knocked together, the impression of a double-strengthened - double kingdom blessed! - crown waiting - threatening - to press against the base of her horns, electric and painful, Maleficent only kissed her harder. "I want you," she promised, heavy against Aurora's lips, "I do."

"You do?" Hopeful eyes searched hers.

Bringing her wings forward, wrapping around the both of them, Maleficent exhaled, her lips jerking up. "Can't you feel me?" she asked, cajoling. Pulling Aurora's hands to her chest, above her pounding heart, she kissed her again, making sure Aurora looked at her; drawing her in close, wings sliding closed behind her shoulders, feathers strong and vibrating as they slid in against each other, locking in place, Maleficent smiled. "I want you," she murmured.

Aurora trembled, staring at her. "You do?" she repeated.

"Yes, I rather think I do," Maleficent pulled Aurora in closer, smile stretching as their lips met again, aggressive and meaningful, "I rather think I do."