A/N: Prompt from an anon; Maleficent has a dream about Aurora with wings. Thanks!
It's the absence of Aurora's physical being that makes Maleficent wake up. Chilled, bereft of what she expects to find upon opening her eyes, she can't help but frown, the back of one of her hands rubbing along her cheek. "'Rora?" she mumbles, sitting up, drawing her wings in close, rustling along the bed covers.
She had had a dream...
Quiet footsteps pad closer, from the direction of the window. "I'm sorry if I woke you," Aurora's soft voice smiles, her body settling down next to Maleficent. "I just couldn't sleep."
Smiling, Maleficent can't help but kiss the hand that cups her face.
"But I have to say," Aurora continues, still smiling but shifting forward to replace her hand with her lips along the other woman's sharp cheekbone, moving until she finds Maleficent's lips with her own, "It's not often you actually fall asleep here, on this bed."
Maleficent reaches out, her hands cupping Aurora's shoulder blades as their knees press together. Able to see easier in the dark than her lover can, she doesn't hesitant to kiss her back, only pulling back with a laugh when Aurora's hand hits one of her horns instead of threading through her hair as she probably hoped to. "I had a long day," she offers once they'd calmed, "And it certainly showed in my dreams!"
"Yes?" Leaning forward to rest her forehead against Maleficent's, Aurora's voice is still full of a smile. She glides her fingers down Maleficent's head and neck and shoulder, tangling in the fine feathers caped around Maleficent's body; knowing how much pressure and touch they can take, she smiles adoringly, unable to keep a soft laugh back when what suspiciously sounds like purring coming from deep within the faerie's chest starts up.
Plush lips press into Aurora's forehead, and with barely any direction, Aurora finds herself lying on the bed, curled into Maleficent's body with the other woman's arms wrapped around her. Their legs are tangled, Maleficent's wings pushed back, but Aurora keeps herself from querying if the other woman is comfortable - she'd learned earlier on that Maleficent never suffered any discomfort for long.
"You..." And it's Aurora's turn to hear a smile in her lover's voice, the faerie nuzzling along her cheek before pressing their lips together again, her hand mapping out the swell and dip of Aurora's waist and hip, "Were in the Moors with me."
"With you?" Aurora kisses her.
As if she is trying to sound cross, Maleficent taps her waist. "Yes, with me." She won't ever tell anyone, but she loves these midnight talks with her Aurora. They're deeper, raw, laying everything bare. However, unsure now, as she watches the blonde's eyes gaze at her in the dark, she lowers her voice, sighing as Aurora's hand tickles her ear. "You were flying. Like I do."
"With you?" Aurora asks again. Her fingertips caress the sharp point of Maleficent's ear, sliding down to stroke along Maleficent's cheek and jaw.
"No." Shaking her head imperceptibly, Maleficent's lips curve up as Aurora squirms from what she's doing along her hip, "Like me. You had wings. Of your own."
A small laugh bubbles out of Aurora's mouth. "Were they bird-like, like yours?"
Maleficent's lips turn down. "You think I'm bird-like?"
"No!" And Aurora's laughing, hiding her face in Maleficent's neck after she moves enough to let Aurora worm her way in. "Maleficent..."
A strong hand cups her side, Maleficent's leg pushing between Aurora's as if to curve around and pull her closer. "I'm teasing." The faerie's lips brush along her jaw. "You were beautiful, and they were glistening white, like dove wings."
Aurora can't help but smile, so broadly and widely she knows Maleficent must feel it. "Like an angel?"
At that, Maleficent huffs. "Like a dove," she murmurs, adding her fingernails to her strokes up and down Aurora's side, catching at the thin fabric of her nightdress. "Like my dove."
"Your dove," Aurora hmms, repeating, once again finding the softness of Maleficent's feathers, nipping gently at the white, porcelain neck of her faerie, "I think I like the sound of that."
"Then that is what I shall call you," Maleficent answers, finding Aurora's mouth again, purring as she melts into her, "Because that is, without a doubt, what you are. My dove."
"I really think I like you saying that," Aurora manages to murmur before she melts again, sighing satisfactorily when Maleficent rolls over on top of her, her wings surrounding them both and making her heart skip a beat at how completely Maleficent possesses her, "I really think I like that very much."
Over her, already focused on drawing Aurora's tongue into her mouth as Aurora's body reaches up to meet hers, Maleficent can't help but think - no, know - she likes it too.