Chapter 11
The door yielded easily to Aladdin's touch- thank God for fancy hinges- and he crawled out of the room towards the landing. The thick beige carpet muffled the sound of his knees against the floor as he went. The top of the staircase was dark, but by the time he reached the fourth step down, the shady covering was fading fast. He glanced quickly to either side. The slender mahogany spires supporting the stair rail were fairly far apart… he was fairly thin… Aladdin suddenly hated himself for being so resourceful. Oh well, he thought, here goes nothing… He tugged carefully on one of the spires to be sure it would hold, and then took one in each hand and swung himself onto the side of the spiral staircase so that he hung off the side, obscured by the foundation of the staircase and holding on by the bases of the spires. By holding on in such a manner, he could peer over the top of the step he was on and observe any action in the room as he guided himself towards the floor, step by precarious step.
As he climbed down, he spotted Jasmine, seated near the mirror on the foyer wall and arguing with Jafar, who was getting very frustrated very fast.
"When will you realize that that insignificant little brat—" Jafar slammed the lamp onto the side table in frustration, but as he did so, a visible cog turned in his mind. He picked the lamp up and began to rub it vigorously. "Genie of the lamp," he called. "I command that you make Miss I-Am-Ridiculously-Obstinate Jasmine fall in love with me."
"Well, Master, there are a few guidelines, some quid-pro-quos—" began the rudely awakened Genie with an uneasy laugh. Just then, in the mirror, Jasmine caught a glimpse of dark hair moving behind the staircase. Quickly, she faced the mirror, undid the top buttons of her shirt, and ran a hand through her loose hair in an attempt to tousle it.
"Oh, Jafar," Jasmine interrupted. "What insignificant little brat?" She asked coyly, almost gagging on the saccharinity of her imitation of all the preppiest of the preppy girls at school when they were in 'love'. Hey, it was all she had to draw from, after all, she had never been in love… or had she? Was that why she was protecting Aladdin even after all that had happened, all the times he'd lied to her? Jasmine shook the tantalizing thoughts out of her head, reminding herself that she had to keep pretending to be magically in love with Jafar now.
"Genie, you do not trust your skills enough," Jafar reprimanded softly. He turned to face Jasmine, wide-eyed with lusty delight. "You truly no longer care for the boy?" he asked, as if to be certain that he wasn't dreaming.
Jasmine smiled demurely. "Why, how could I? I just never realized that you're so… tall, and dark… and…" Evil? Perverted? "And your beard is so… twisted," she murmured, gently stroking his bristly cheek and applauding herself for not throwing up yet. She glanced quickly past Jafar and spotted Aladdin's hair moving down to the lower stairs. She had to buy him some time! Think, think—without allowing herself to think about the grotesque nature of it, Jasmine pressed herself against Jafar and onto the wall opposite the mirror, kissing him deeply and forcing her tongue between his thin lips. He gave in easily to her pressure but surfaced quickly from the kiss for air.
"Jasmine, I—" Suddenly, Jafar caught sight of movement in the lower corner of the mirror. "YOU?" he shouted.
A/N: It's a bird! It's a plane! It's the Apocalypse! No, it's Chapter 11 at long last! Ugh, thank y'all for putting up with the crazy-long wait- hope it's worth it. Come on, there's a slutty out-of-character Jasmine here! Who can resist that? ; ) Anyways, thanks again, the last chapter is coming soon, I swear! Besos y abrazos. Neshikot v'chibukim. Whatever.