A/N: Prompt from an anon; Sometimes, Aurora wonders what a kiss on the lips from Maleficent would feel like... And then promptly blushes, telling herself a kiss on the forehead is good enough. Thanks!
Sometimes, Aurora wonders what a kiss on the lips from Maleficent would feel like, but then promptly blushes, telling herself a kiss on the forehead was - is - good enough.
It's like how she wonders what Maleficent's hair in her fingers would feel like. It's another blush-inducing thought, one that, while a little confusing because she had always been happy to brush her aunts' hair and had done so numerous times while she was growing up without any apprehension, doesn't fully fill her with a sense of "normalcy" until she she approaches it in terms of wanting to please her godmother. Flying must, after all, treat the faerie's tresses more harshly than simple walking ever did before.
But still, somehow, thinking such about wanting to do for her godmother - and wanting her godmother to do for her - her oldest and dearest friend, makes Aurora's heart beat harder than it normally does.
It makes her pay more attention to the older faerie's dark red lips as they split into wide smiles. Makes her more cognizant of how her godmother's eyes gleam and glow and shine as they look upon her. Makes her pay more attention to how Maleficent's body and wings and arms reach out and draw her closer.
Makes her realize just how much Maleficent has always meant to her.
And makes her, perhaps no less importantly, wonder why it's her godmother who comes to mind instead of the men and princes her court sets before her.