Sofia the First Ship Appreciation Week 2022
Summary: Aqua's Shipping Week 2022 Prompts
Disclaimer: I don't own StF. Any OCs you see in here belong to me except Nana and Tanya, who belong to MarionetteJ2X.
A/N: I have some of my usual couples in here, but also some you never really see much. And these can range from being seen as friendly to romantic, depending on the couple and situation. 😉I do hope you enjoy this story! 😊 Meanwhile, yes, this is over two months early. I have a LOT of things coming up that will hinder my ability to post during the actual week: work, grad school (last three classes), written comps that will last over two weeks, a conference for my dissertation prompt topic, and during the ship week, oral comps when I must defend my four writing pieces. So needless to say, I'm going to be extremely busy. Therefore, you get an early ship week post. ;)
A/N 2: This story takes place right after Angel and Calista get married (maybe a week or so after).
Chapter 1: Dressing Up (Anglista)
"Chanté, are you ready?" Angel asked as he closed the closet door, turning to face his wife. He was dressed in traditional Native formalwear, which was mostly white with turquoise and emerald accents. He wore his hair down, some beads entwined in his locks. He smiled when he noticed that Calista was still lying in their bed.
They had taken a nap before the festivities that would take place that evening, though the dark-haired girl was clearly hesitant to wake up right now. They were supposed to go to a local powwow, though at the rate they were going, they might very well be late.
Angel crept over to the bed, crawling over to his love, leaning over her as he kissed her cheek and then her lips, his hair tickling her enough to stir her.
"Mm, Angel," Calista yawned, giggling as she reached up to caress his cheek, then deepening the kiss he'd begun. When he broke the kiss, she smiled up at him. "I wouldn't mind waking up like this all the time."
"I would not mind obliging," he returned, laughing. "But listen, Calista, we must hurry. The powwow starts in twenty minutes. We do not want to be late."
"Yeah, just let me get up…" She stood, yawning again as her husband took her hands, helping steady her. "I don't even know what to wear. Or how to fix my hair… Or where my shoes went…"
He chuckled softly. "And this is why I do the planning. Come here." He guided her over to the closet, opening the door, leading her inside. He pulled a dress that matched his outfit from a hanger, holding it up to her. "Do you like it? One of the elders in the tribe made it."
"I love it," she whispered, tracing her fingers over the gems and fringe. "You know, Angel… I'm still a little tired…" To emphasize the point, she yawned again, her hand covering her mouth. "I don't know if I have enough energy to get dressed."
Angel only smiled in humor, placing the dress aside. He turned back to her, slowly guiding her arms above her head. "Stay still," he murmured, gently pulling her red sleep shirt over her head and casting it aside into a laundry hamper. He then lowered her arms to her side, reaching out and untying the ribbon that held her matching pants in position. Once he finished, he carefully tugged them over her hips, allowing them to pile around her feet. With her standing in only her undergarments, he traced his hands over her arms and bare sides, smiling as she shivered. "Hopa," he told her gently, a word meaning 'beautiful.'
"Angel…" She placed her hand along the back of his head, her fingers caressing his scalp and playing with his hair. She pulled his head down to hers, her lips hovering over his. "I know you're all dressed up, and you're trying to help me do the same, but… We're going to be late to this event…" With that, she kissed him sweetly.
And she was right… They were about a half hour late to the powwow… But as far as they were concerned, it was worth it.
The End.
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