"The color pink represents caring, compassion and love. The color pink stands for unconditional love and understanding, and is associated with giving and receiving care. Pink is combination of red and white. Passion and power from the color red, softened with the purity and openness of the white color completes pink meaning. Pink is romantic and intimate, feminine, loving, caring and extremely considerate. Pink is insightful and intuitive and shows tenderness and kindness from its empathetic and sensitive nature." /pink-color-meaning-the-color-pink/
Snow White and the Queen embarked for their honeymoon before dawn the next morning. "Where are we going?" Snow asked in the carriage on the way to the train station.
"That's a surprise," the Queen replied.
Snow pouted her lips. "Please tell me? Just a hint?"
The Queen smirked. "Somewhere that combines your love of nature with my love of, uh, luxury."
They had their own compartment on the train. There was a large bed, table and two chairs.
Snow was exhausted. Every second the sun continued to rise, the more her strength faded. She had, after all, had quite a night previously.
"You look exhausted, my dear," the Queen commented as she placed a Do Not Disturb sign on the outside doorknob and closed the door. She walked over to the small windows and drew the blinds.
"Well, someone kept me up most of the night," Snow quipped, giving her wife a sly smirk. She rubbed her temples. "I have a headache."
The Queen snorted. "Yes. Here, come lie down."
She lay down on the bed, propped up on a collection of pillows, and opened her arms to her young wife. Snow happily crawled into her goddess's arms. The Queen wrapped her cloak around Snow's thin body as the girl lay her head on her wife's chest. She massaged Snow's neck, kneading her fingers into the vertebrates like Snow had often massaged her when she was in the throes of terrible migraines.
Snow smiled sleepily up at the Queen, who placed a gentle kiss on the girl's forehead. "I love you," she whispered.
"And I love you," the Queen said as she gave Snow a squeeze. "More than you know."
Snow snuggled even more tightly into her stepmother. She drifted off to sleep as her wife caressed her back and stroked her hair.
Snow woke up hours later. The sun was just starting to set, streaking the inky blue sky with streaks of red and purple. She was still curled up into the Queen, the black cloak still wrapped around her. She looked up to see if her wife was asleep.
Two violet eyes looked down at her through hooded lids. The carmine lips curled into a smirk. "Good evening, sleeping beauty. Feel better?"
Snow smiled sleepily. "Yes. I was so tired."
"Some dinner might help. Come."
Snow White obediently followed the Queen to the table where several dishes were waiting for them. A glass of red wine sat beside her stepmother's plate, a glass of white beside her own.
The Queen lifted the dome of Snow's plate, revealing a filet of fish and mushrooms. Snow ate as much as she could, but she still didn't feel great. Her body felt heavy, as if it was made of lead. Her mind jumped from topic to topic like a thousand fireworks. What would married life be like? Where were they going? Could she show the Queen how much she truly loved her? Did the Queen really love her, or did she just want the kingdom?
"You're awfully quiet," the Queen commented.
"I don't feel that good," Snow said. Color drained from her naturally pale face until she was nearly as white as the snow outside.
The Queen's eyes shot up. "There's a reason for that, my dear. We will need to talk about some things later."
Snow's eyes snapped up to meet the Queen's. Those words never boded well.
"Don't look so worried. It's good news, actually. "
Snow relaxed a bit.
After dinner, she curled up into her stepmother-her wife-she had to reminder herself. Her head hurt and her stomach was in knots. Her mind kept jumping around, wondering what the Queen needed to talk to her about.
Long fingers kneaded the top of her spine, just under the base of her skull. Snow buried her face in the Queen's shoulder and moaned softly.
"This is what you do for me when I have a headache," the Queen murmured as she moved her hands slightly down Snow's back and continued to knead. The pain melted away.
Snow peered up at into her wife's beautiful face. "How did you do that? It's like the pain fell right off me."
The Queen smoothed Snow's dark hair off her face. "That is part of what I need to discuss with you."
"Can't you just tell me now?"
"No," the Queen said shortly.
Snow sighed.
"Relax," the Queen said, more gently. She caressed Snow's back and stroked her hair. Snow nestled into the crook of her stepmother's arm and kissed her elbow.
"I love when you hold me," Snow said sleepily. The Queen wrapped her cloak around the thin, shivering body and dug her fingers into the skinny back. She lowered her face into Snow's dark hair and kissed the top of her head.
"And I love holding you," she replied. "My beautiful Snow Flake."
Snow smiled up at her. She wanted to make love, but didn't think that was possible on a train. Since her stepmother didn't tell her where they were going, there was no way of knowing how much longer they had until they got to their destination.
As if she had read her mind, the Queen flipped Snow onto her back and climbed on top of her. The Queen kissed her hard and deep, her tongue sliding effortlessly into her mouth. Snow's wrapped her legs around the Queen's.
Her wife slipped her hands under her shirt and slid her long fingers up and down her ribs.
"Don't worry," the Queen smirked above her, "I am going to make love to you all night once we are there. We are going to fuck until dawn.:"
Snow smiled.
Soon after, they arrived at the train station. The Queen hustled Snow into a waiting carriage and they rode away.
The night was so cold it stung her eyes and made them water, even in the carriage. Tiny icy needles stabbed at her lungs. Snow sat huddled against the Queen, who wrapped her cloak around her. Snow wondered if it was her imagination, but it seemed that the cloak was heated. As if there was an invisible fire in its threads that emitted warmth.
At last, they reached their destination. Snow gasped as she stepped out of the carriage. The cold pierced her skin like a thousand needles. Moonlight bathed the snow in an ethereal, glowing light. Tree branches glistened. Snow looked up at the starry sky and gasped. The stars seemed to go on forever. She had never seen such a clear, starry night.
"Come," the Queen said as the carriage drove off. "It's freezing out here."
Snow obediently followed her wife into the cottage.
Inside the cottage was nearly as cold as outside. And just as dark. The Queen lit a candle and made her way to the fireplace. Then, it seemed to Snow, a fire sprang to life as soon as her stepmother-her wife, she had to remind herself, touched the log with her candle. No kindling, no spark, nothing. The fire just began roaring merrily.
"That's better," the Queen said and set the candle down on the mantle. She looked at Snow, who was shivering and unsure what to do. She had never been completely alone with the Queen like this. When they were alone in the castle, servants were still around. When walking in the woods, animals were always scurrying around and occasionally they'd see a peasant fishing or hunting. But now they were in a cabin on a mountain with not another soul for miles.
"Don't stand there shivering, Snow. Come here and get warm."
Snow obediently walked over to the Queen. "You're soaking wet," the Queen observed as her purple eyes swept Snow up and down.
Snow blushed furiously, then realized the Queen was talking about her clothes, which were indeed soaked from the snow.
"Here," she said, smirking, "let's get you out of these wet clothes."
Snow obediently stood still as long fingers removed her traveling cloak and unbuttoned her dress. The Queen draped them over a chair to dry. Snow shivered in her pink chemise. Her teeth chattered and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to warm up. The Queen's purple eyes rested on her.
"Pink is your color," she remarked. She sat down by the fire and opened her arms.
Snow gingerly sat on her Queen's lap. Her stepmother wrapped her cloak around her and held her close. Snow leaned back, so her back was against the Queen's chest. The Queen rubbed Snow's arms.
"You're so cold," the Queen commented. She kissed the side of Snow's head. Snow looked up.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" she asked, still shivering.
The Queen smirked. "Nothing that can't wait until morning." She wrapped her arms even more tightly around Snow's thin, shivering body. "Let's get you warmed up first."
She slid one strap of Snow's chemise down her arm. She squeezed the small breast as Snow leaned her head back and stretched up to kiss her wife.
The Queen kissed her hard, her lips and teeth and tongue hungrily devouring Snow's mouth
. Both hands began to roughly grope Snow's small breasts. The Queen tugged on the soft pink nipples, pulling them into a peak. She reached between Snow's legs and rubbed her clitoris.
Snow moaned and collapsed back on her Queen. She looked up at her wife's beautiful, smirking face. "Stepmother, make love to me," she whispered. "Make love to me."
"Of course, my dear. Anything you ask."
The Queen put one arm under Snow's legs and the other around her waist and picked her up as if she were a doll. She carried her over to the bed and set her down.
Snow pulled the queen down on top of herself and pressed her lips to hers fiercely. The queen kissed her back, just as hard. Snow moaned as the Queen's teeth scraped her neck, those cold, red lips pressed against each vertebrae.
"You're still so cold," the Queen said as she hovered above Snow. "Let's get you warmed up."
She peeled Snow's pink chemise over her head. Snow shivered violently in just her underwear while her fully clothed wife smirked above her. She reached up and unhooked the Queen's cloak.
"Please," she asked timidly. "May...may I take this off?"
"Of course," the Queen replied . She turned around so Snow could unfasten her dress. Trembling fingers unhooked each button through the little loops. Inch by inch, more porcelain skin was revealed. Snow ran her fingertips against the Queen's flawless back.
The Queen turned around and smiled at her shaking young wife. Snow reached for the Queen's baklava but the Queen brushed her hands away and took it off herself. Snow stroked her stepmother's hair.
"You have such beautiful hair," she whispered. She traced her stepmother's collar bone to her full breasts. She leaned forward and shyly took her wife's left breast into her mouth.
The Queen leaned back and sighed as Snow sucked on her breast, holding it tightly in her mouth, suckling.
She kissed her way down the Queen's ribs, her stomach to between her legs. She glanced up, embarrassed. A faint blush colored her pale face.
"Will you...you teach me how to...how…" she stammered. "I don't know how."
"Just do the same thing you did to my breasts here," the Queen answered, pointing.
Snow hesitantly pressed a kiss between her stepmother's legs, then began to lick her swollen clitoris.
"Harder," her stepmother moaned as she gripped the back of Snow's head.
Snow licked harder, running the tip of her tongue around the swollen tissue. The queen bucked.
"Suck on it," she groaned. "Hard."
Snow placed her lips around the queen's clitoris and began to suck as hard as she dared. Her stepmother's fingers dug into the back of her head as she moaned and screamed. "Don't stop," she panted.
Snow couldn't have stopped if she wanted to. Her stepmother's hands were firmly holding her head in place as she sucked on her. Besides she didn't want to stop. She held on to the Queen's hips as the long fingers gripped her head so tightly she thought blood would flow.
The queen's whole body shook and vibrated as she came. Snow kept her mouth going until the until the shaking stopped.
She crawled up her stepmother's tall body and kissed her neck. The Queen flipped her and climbed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around Snow's waist so their clitorises were pressed together and thrust.
Snow threw her head back as the Queen rode her. The Queen kissed her neck as she thrust hard. She threaded her hands through Snow's hair to keep her head from crashing into the headboard. Snow clung to her stepmother as her soft lips caressed her neck, their breasts pressed together, her clitoris on hers.
Snow kissed her stepmother's shoulder as she came. She dug her fingers into the porcelain skin of her back as her body jerked up and shook uncontrollably.
The Queen collapsed on top of her and held her tight. She panted into Snow's hair as Snow kissed her shoulder again. The Queen slowly rolled off her.
Snow looked up at her goddess and smiled. "I love you, my Queen."
"And I love you," the Queen panted back. She pulled Snow into her arms and held her tightly. Snow rested her head on her stepmother's bare breasts, her arms wrapped around her waist. The queen lowered her face into Snow's hair and kissed the top of her head. Snow looked up .
"Do you want to tell me what was so important to talk about now?"
"No, " the queen replied sharply. "Don't worry about any of that tonight."
A moon beam flooded the room with pale light. Snow looked up into her stepmother's beautiful face and smiled. She sat up and took her stepmother's hand and put it on her own chest.
"Feel my heart, my Queen," she said. "It beats for you. Only for you."
The Queen pulled her back down and held her close. She stroked her hair as Snow curled into her. 'I love you, Snow White."
Snow began to shiver, both from the cold and her stepmother's touch. The Queen wrapped her cloak around her and held her as tightly as she could as they both drifted off to sleep.