A/N: Prompt from an anon; Modern AU - Maleficent does something special for Aurora's birthday. Thanks!
They may have been born years apart, but Maleficent likes to think that she's capable of predicting what the young blonde wants. She's just graduated from her college program, older than she had been but still young yet, and Mal, as Aurora had taken to call her, can't help but smirk at her from across the room, her cup of something alcoholic pressed close to her lips. Aurora's dancing frenetically, arms up in the air and swaying side to side, having just only minutes before drained her Happy Birthday cocktail.
It's not Mal's fault Aurora, due to a lack of practice, though still obviously having a wonderful time, seems more likely to fall prey to a blackout state of mind than anything else if she continues like she is without intervention. So... Perhaps Mal should interrupt her before that happens.
Setting her drink down onto the nearest table, stepping forward, then stepping back to pick it up again, Mal shoves the half-full cup at a passing Diaval. "Guard this," she hisses, eyebrow raised, knowing the man'll listen. Getting a nod in response, she pushes past him and beyond, sliding around to press herself against Aurora's back, hands ghosting up along her arms. She purrs into a reddening ear. "Having fun?"
"Mal!" Aurora beams, spinning around in her embrace. Locking her arms clumsily around the taller woman's neck, she lifts her chin up, pouting for a kiss.
Rolling her eyes but secretly finding it irresistible, Mal leans in, their lips meeting languidly before Aurora opens her mouth enough to coax Mal to slip her tongue inside. Obliging, Mal only pulls back when she feels that the younger woman has stopped dancing. She squeezes Aurora's waist. "You never answered my question."
Aurora grins, blue-green eyes dark and slightly unfocused. Her fingers grip the bottom of Mal's shirt, curling just enough to brush against Mal's skin. "You invited my best friends," Aurora continues smiling, "And rented out my favorite dance club. How could I... How could I not be having fun?"
Shrugging, Mal slips her hand under the waistband of Aurora's shorts, stroking up and down. "How about getting a birthday present?"
"Another one? Malllllll!"
But Mal only smirks at her, moving in to place a quick, teasing kiss to the tip of Aurora's nose. Laughing at the sight of the blonde crossing her eyes as she draws away, Mal hugs her tightly. "This one's a private one," she promises, knowing the present's already wrapped and waiting on her bedside table; hoping Aurora can't hear how husky her voice is becoming at the thought of what she's gotten her, she kisses Aurora's cheek before urging her, unresisting, off the dance floor towards the table Diaval and Phillip and Aurora's three strange cousins are sitting around.
"Private?" Aurora's hand laces with hers.
Mal turns her head, smiling. Seeing the glint of jewelry in her head, she nods, wraps her fingers tighter around Aurora's, and laughs at the, "Maaaaaaaalll. No fair. I want to know but, but, you're a meanie. You know I'm having too much fun to leave," she gets in return.
Meanie. Mal chuckles again. Aurora's the only one who'll get away with - or, really, gets away with calling her that. "You're lucky I love you," she hums, and swears that, practically falling into the chair Mal pulls out for her, Aurora looks at her, smiles with dimples deepening, and murmurs it back.