So, this is my first time really delving fully into a femmslash fic, so please go easy on me!
These beloved characters rightfully belong to Disney.
Also, I've wondered what it would be like to see Disney's two most iconic female heroines/princesses to join forces together!
Enjoy the first chapter my loves!
There's a slight cool breeze blowing in through the open window and it gently brushes against her skin. In the soft gold light of the new day, the hues of her bedroom move to a brilliant pop of art.
Moana Waialiki slowly wakes to the familiar fabric of her warm tapa blankets. She blinks once, and then another, focusing her attention on a spot on the ceiling.
Her fan above still needs to be fixed, which would explain why the window in her bedroom needed to be open. She's not sure what time it is, because she doesn't hear the familiar thudding of little footsteps racing about in her small house. Something she is grateful for.
She tries to lift herself upwards, but pauses midway and winces. A hiss, followed by a low groan is what comes out of her mouth. She brings a hand to her head, a sudden aching in her skull makes its appearance.
Apparently, she has a hangover, because she's now more aware of her cracking headache than the layer of dehydrated saliva coating her cracked lips.
'What in Gods' name happened last night?''
She manages to sit up fully as she runs a hand through her tangled curls that were draped over her face. Her eyes slowly adjust more clearly to her surroundings.
Her room is still a bit messy, but that was how she had left it before, and she remembers that she made a reminder to herself to clean it more thoroughly this weekend. But that's not what causes her brows to furrow.
First, it was the empty wine glasses that are toppled over one another on her end table. Then it's the two empty bottles of what looked like Sangria and Vodka that fills her room with the strong stench of alcohol.
'God… how much did I drink?'
A deep sigh as she runs her hand through her messy waves. She drags a hand down her face, to her neck, lower to her chest…
She pauses.
Dipping her chin down, her eyes bulge. Her mouth opens and closes.
She's naked. Fully naked.
No clothes. Nothing.
'Wha… what the hell?'
She quickly covers her exposed breasts with the covers, heart beating rapidly. Her cheeks are hot, because the thought of having engaged in yet another hookup was not something she was exactly proud of.
Even though, judging by the state she's in now, is exactly what had taken place in this very room.
Come to think of it, it's been a while since the last time she had had a one-night stand.
After getting out of a rather messy divorce, at the time, hooking up was great.
Liberating actually.
But she slowly found that she was getting tired of waking up next to naked bodies with strange faces whose names she couldn't remember.
Not to mention, she hated feeling dirty and used.
Which is why she had made a promise to herself that she wouldn't have shameless sex with random strangers anymore.
But that still didn't explain how she ended up naked in her bed.
… Or who she ended up naked with this time.
'So then… who the hell did I-'
A soft groan fills the air and interrupts her thoughts. And only then, does Moana realize that the sound did not come from her.
She freezes.
Eyes wide and fully alert.
A soft weight shifts in the spot right next to her. Taking a deep breath, she slowly turns her head to where the sound came from. And only then, does Moana's jaw drop.
Second, does she not only see Raya Tambunan, but a very naked Raya Tambunan is lying next to her, buried away in the tapa, unaware of how she somehow ended up in this bed.
'Oh my god…'
Another groan escapes Moana's mouth as she lands back against her pillow, which she immediately regrets, because her headache is even worse, and now a wave of nausea washes over her. She buries face in her hands, shaking her head, while trying to ignore the swelling of her skull.
'What the fuck?! How did the fuck did I – did we – ugh!'
She's done something stupid.
They've done something stupid.
But the question was why?
Why did they end up in bed together?
'How could you be so stupid?! Were you really that desperate?!'
Yes.
Yes, she was stupid.
Very stupid indeed.
Stupid with a dose of desperate.
Raya's weight shifts next to her again. She's turned on her side now, so that her body is facing Moana's direction. Moana lets out another sigh, and slowly turns to chance a look at the sleeping woman next to her.
'I mean… maybe we didn't sleep together… maybe we just… decided to sleep naked together… right?'
(Oh yeah! Because that's exactly what ex-wives and 'so-called friends' do! They sleep naked together!)
(WRONG!)
Raya's hair is messy and all over the place. Her makeup is ruined from having fallen asleep in it… and what appears to be sloppy making out.
'Shit'.
She swallows.
'Well… maybe she kissed someone else.'
After all, it wasn't like Raya was a prude when it came to bringing her own strangers to her own bed since the divorce. 'Yea! That's it! Maybe… maybe she found some rando and made out with them and then…'
(And then what? They both somehow end up naked in my bed?!)
A sigh.
(Get real!)
As she squints a bit more against the painful light, she's able to make out what looks like some red bruises on Raya's neck, on her shoulder blade, trailing lower down her stomach and lower beneath the sheets…
A tell-tale shade of sparkly peach lip gloss surrounds the hickeys.
…Lip gloss that only she herself wears on special occasions.
She groans.
'Fuck!'
She mentally curses herself. Berating herself for making such an idiotic mistake. But her thoughts are put on hold, noting how she's unable to take her eyes off of Raya.
Her brown orbs trace over the smooth line of Raya's jaw, the curve of her cheekbones, even the adorable way her nose twitches (a trait of hers that Moana grew to love), and how she always looks so peaceful when she sleeps.
'Adorable?! Stop it, Moana!'
A heavy sigh as she shakes her head and forces herself to focus on that same single spot on the ceiling.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
She's not exactly sure how she could possibly explain this situation to Raya when she wakes up.
And frankly, she doesn't really want to.
After all, they had agreed to just be friends.
Nothing else.
(Yea.. and look how that worked out…)
Pretty soon, Raya shifts next to her, and she lets out a painful groan of her own, wincing as her body crumples in on itself. There's a thickness in Moana's throat, but that isn't because of the nausea.
Because she knows Raya is hungover just as much as she is.
But that's not the worst part.
She cannot for the life of her, remember exactly what happened last night. And she was pretty sure Raya would be just as clueless.
"Mmm…" Comes Raya's groggy moan as she brings a hand to her face and wipes the sleep from her eyes. "A… A…lina…"
She says nothing, and instead takes a deep breath. She slowly opens her eyes, keeps them planted on the ceiling.
On her unmoving fan.
"…Aaa…lina…"
She hesitates, and then says, "…No Raya." Her own voice is scratchy and sore. "…I-it's me."
She finally manages to swallow her pride, and slowly turns to look at the woman. Raya's eyes are still closed, but her brows are furrowed and she manages to cock a brow. "Mmm… me…whooo…"
Taking a deep breath, she's about to open her mouth and confess. But only then does her stomach slowly begin to sink, because Raya's eyes are fluttering. And then they open. It takes Raya a minute to digest exactly who she's looking at.
Raya's eyes widen. "…Mo?"
Moana swallows. "H-hey Raya."
Raya blinks once, and then another.
Moana is quiet. An incredulous stare sits on Raya's face, her mouth falls open and she jerks upward. She can tell Raya regrets it immediately, because she whimpers and brings a hand to her now pounding head.
She chews on her lower lip, and reluctantly lifts herself upward.
Raya's head is dropped forward and her body is hunched over. She's whimpering and cursing under breath.
She hesitates, but then gently slides a bit closer towards her and puts a hand on Raya's bare back. There's a tiny jolt of electricity that shoots between them, and a shiver runs up her spine.
"Hey," Moana says softly, "you okay?"
Raya groans, and then slowly raises her head and body. She's now in a seated position. "Mmm… fucking hammer's bashing my brains out."
A light chuckle. "I know the feeling."
Raya finally manages to calm down, though it was probably because Moana is tenderly rubbing her back, despite her own hangover that is now more prominent. There's a slight grimace on Raya's face, and she's carefully surveying her surroundings. She realizes she's definitely not in her own room.
Nor is she in her own house.
Raya slowly turns to look at Moana. Her brown eyes are glossy and red. Though it doesn't beat the purple bags coating Moana's own eyes.
They stare at each other. Raya cocks a brow and Moana stiffens. Raya's gaze is slowly raking over her, trailing from her eyes, down to her neck… down to her naked body…
Raya's eyes widen. She puts a hand to her chest, then looks down, realizing that her breasts are bare. She gasps "what the fuck?!" and quickly shields her exposed body with the covers. She looks to Moana again, who's chewing on her lower lip.
Raya blinks once, and then another. "Uh… Mo…" A pause, "…I'm kinda naked…"
Moana only nods slowly.
"…you're naked…"
"I…I know…"
"…We're both…naked."
She presses her lips tightly together. "….Mmhm."
Raya opens her mouth, and then closes it. Then she opens it again. "Mo…" She looks down at her naked body again. Then at Moana's naked body. Then at Moana. "…Why are we both naked?"
She opens her mouth, and then closes it.
Raya's got her pegged, and she's not sure how to get out of it.
"I-I… I don't know…"
Silence falls over them.
Judging by Raya's incredulous stare, it's obvious she's definitely just as confused as Moana herself is. Because the truth is, she doesn't know how the hell they ended up in Moana's bedroom of all places.
Nor does Moana herself know how they ended up in Moana's bed.
Naked.
"Where the hell'd you get those hickeys?"
Moana swallows. Then reluctantly pulls the covers away to take a peek down her body.
Indeed, she has tiny little red bruises scattered all over her hips, all over her breasts, and there's no doubt that she probably has some all over neck. All of them are outlined by the shade of clear sparkly lip gloss.
Lip gloss that Raya usually wears.
"Is… " Raya squints closer, "please tell me that's not my lip gloss all over you…"
'Fuck!'
(Busted!)
She runs a hand through her hair and sighs.
"Mo…" Comes Raya's croaky voice, she swallows, "…what… what happened last night?"
Moana presses her lips together. There's a tightness in her chest. She technically did have the opportunity to come up with something completely rubbish.
But then, what kind of person, would she be if she did something like that?
"Raya… I-I…" A sigh, then she looks down and averts her gaze, "I don't know." Was all she can say. "All I know is, we drank… we drank a lot and…"
A scoff. "Well, clearly I know that." Raya numbly nods towards the empty bottles and the empty wine glasses. "I mean… if that's not obvious then," A pause, "…I don't know what is."
"Yea." Moana says quietly. "Guess you can say that."
A deep sigh from Raya, and she pushes some loose strands of hair from her face. Her brows furrow again. "But then…" she gestures between the two of them, "h-how did we…"
Moana gives her a guilty, but knowing look. Only then does the frown fall from Raya's face and transition into her jaw dropping.
"Wait," she blinks rapidly, then shakes her head, "did we…"
Moana averts her gaze. Her face is burning, and she squirms uncomfortably in her position.
Because in reality, she doesn't want to admit it, or possibly even entertain the idea of the sinful - or in this case, lustful - thoughts that immediately came to mind.
"Oh my god…" Raya murmurs. She shifts, turning away and bowing her head, "we did… didn't we."
Moana closes her eyes and breathes heavily.
It isn't a question. It's more like a matter-of-fact statement.
Because why else would they end up in bed, naked together?
"Ugh… for fuck sakes…" Is all Raya can say. "…Mo, how did we let this happen?"
"Raya, if I knew, then I would tell you." She says, a little bit impatient.
Raya groans. "… I thought we agreed to just be friends."
"We did."
"So then why the hell are we both naked in your bed?"
"Raya, I don't know!"
She hadn't meant to raise her voice. Because it makes her headache worse. And frankly, Raya's interrogation isn't exactly helping to ease the situation either.
But it isn't like Raya is a stranger to her raising her voice at her.
Because Raya only scoffs.
Something that's become a major pet peeve.
It's silent for a few moments. Until Raya is the first to break it.
"…The girls aren't home…" Then she looks at Moana with a slightly terrified look. "Are they?"
Her body goes still.
'Are they home?'
She doesn't hear the tiny thudding of little footsteps running about in the hallway.
… Only then does her phone blare and vibrate against her wooden end table, causing the two of them to jump at the loud sound. She quickly looks to her end table, surprised to find that her phone isn't lost in her room like she thought.
She grabs her phone and her eyes widen.
Gramma Tala: Incoming Call
'Fuck!'
"Who… who is it?" Raya asks worriedly.
"Fuck… it's my gramma."
Wasting no time, with some reluctance, she hits the green 'answer' button. She brings the phone to her ear.
"H-hello?"
"Ah, so you finally answered."
"I finally… what?" She furrows her brow. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I tried calling you earlier this morning."
"O-Oh… you did?"
"Yes." Tala tries to make it seem like she's talking to a five-year-old. She chuckles. "It's not like you to sleep in so late on a Sunday."
"…Sunday?" She runs a hand through her loose waves. Her brows furrow. "…Today's Sunday?"
"Yes, child."
'Sunday?'
(Sunday…)
She turns to look at Raya, who has the look that says 'why are you looking at me? You expect me to know?'. Not to mention, she looks just as tired as Moana herself feels.
'Sunday…'
Sunday.
She freezes. "Gramma… what time is it exactly?"
The older woman chuckles. "Oh my… did you have a little too much fun last night?"
"L-last night? What – I don't…" A groan. "Gramma, what time is it?"
"It's 10:50am my child."
"10:50…" She looks towards Raya again. "Wait… what-"
"Hi mommy!"
"Mommy's awake! Yay!"
She knows those two little voices all too well. And so does Raya, because Raya freezes in her spot and her eyes buldge.
"… Are Milani and Alina with you right now, Gramma?"
"Oh my!" Then she barks a laugh into the receiver. Then her voice becomes slightly distant. "Girls, I think your mommy's lost her memory." The older woman laughs, and those little voices join in with her. ("Your funny, Gramma!" – "Mommy didn't lost her mema… uh…memo…umm… memawy!" – "Oh yes, she did!")
There's giggling and laughing on the line. And Moana slowly finds herself losing her patience. Though her cheeks are hot and her ears are burning.
"What are they laughing-"
"Shh!" Moana hisses as she takes the phone away from her ear and covers the speaker with her hand. "They'll hear you! The girls cannot know you're here!"
A scoff. "As always."
A sigh. "…I didn't mean it like that… I just meant-"
"No need to explain." Raya's voice is cold and her eyes squint. "I get it."
Her throat is now thick and her chest tightens. She's about to respond to that, only to have the words "we'll be over in five minutes" muffled from the other line. She brings the phone back to her ear.
"Wait, what did you just say?"
Another chuckle. "I said, we will be over in five minutes."
"Wait… who will be over?" She sees Raya look in her direction from the corner of her eye. "Over where?"
"At your house."
She freezes. Her eyes widen. "Wait… here? You're... you're coming over here?"
"Yes child." A deep sigh. "Have you forgotten what today is?"
(Today? What the fuck is today?!)
She can feel Raya's curious gaze boring a whole into her back. "Uh…"
"It's pancake Sunday, Mommy!"
"Yea! It's pancake Sunday!"
'Sunday… Pancake Sunday?'
(10:50am… Pancake Sunday…)
(11:00am!)
"FUCK!"
"Language, child!" The older woman's voice is stern.
"Ugh! I-I… I'm sorry I just-"
"Lost track of time?"
She did more than just lose track of time.
She looks at Raya with her jaw dropped. "Gramma, I gotta go. I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Alright we'll-"
She hits the 'end' button before she could let the older woman finish her sentence. She places her phone on the end table. Then she turns to look at Raya again. She's about to say something, but Raya beats her to it.
"I need to get going, don't I."
She chews on her lower lip. "… The girls will be here in five minutes."
"I see."
"Raya… i-it's not that I don't want you here…" A pause, "…i-it's just… I don't-"
"-want the girls to get the wrong idea about us." Raya finishes for her. "I got it, don't worry."
"It's just… you know how much they want to see us together and-"
"I got it, Moana."
She winces.
Because Raya only ever calls her 'Moana' when she's pissed or annoyed.
And right now, her tone definitely resembles option number one.
"…I'm sorry, Raya…I-"
Raya puts up a steady hand. Then winces at her headache. "Do me a favor then."
She stares at her. "Okay…"
"…Don't mention any this to the girls, okay?"
She presses her lips into a tight line. "…Sure."
(Or in this case… don't mention this to anyone!).
So... is it worth continuing? Are you curious to see how these ex-lovers will handle the aftermath of everything? All will be revealed next chapter!
Reviews are much appreciated and welcome!
Stay tuned my loves!