A/N: I am so sorry it has been so long since the last update! But I have finally posted a new chapter, yay!

Still harboring the look of caution and concern on her face, Jasmine pushed through her fear and met the eyes of her husband's. Her warm, still inviting eyes reflected the staunch, cold black of his and for a moment she saw their dynamic for what it really was: two opposites born to forever be enemies-he water, and her fire, both deadly in their own right. Although her soured soul had the ability to engulf anything in its path, she knew he would eventually extinguish her. He may keep a cool and collective surface, but his hunger for power and control raged beneath in the undertow, ready to pull any light into its darkness. She realized then that there was no point in fighting water with fire. He had been on the receiving end of her fire many times and yet had squelched her faithfully. She must become water and meld together with him. Though it may be painful and repulsive inside, she must join the powerful ocean that was Jafar, this was the only way left.

Sighing, she clasped her arms around herself and spoke toward the floor, "I don't want to be powerless anymore. I can't live another day feeling this weak."

As she blinked slowly a tear plummeted to the floor and she knew that this would be the last time that he would ever see her cry. She inhaled deeply and raised her head so that her eyes burrowed into his,

"This is how they see me but not how they see you. There is no one in the world that pities you, is there? No one who looks at you as a child they want to cradle. No. They look at you and they see nothing but power. I am powerless but you, my husband, are the symbol of strength."

She allowed a small giggle to escape her lips. "What a funny match we make, hmm?"

Jafar had not broken his stare on her since she began speaking. His expression was unreadable and he remained still as she uncrossed her arms, removing her self-made shield, and walked directly up to him, her head level with his chest. Jafar's heart began to beat faster, to the rhythm of hers, as she lifted her chin to lock her gaze with his, her lips almost brushing his. She paused, allowing him to take in her sincerity and need, and only until then had she whispered her next words,

"I want your power."

Jafar held his breath, letting it stir inside of him like a storm that was only meant for him to feel. Although the pressure in his chest began to swell almost to the point where it was unbearable he held steady in his staunchness. He searched her eyes hoping that they would reveal what her words had not yet made known. She wanted his power? What did this mean? What was she asking? While staring intently he noticed the mournful glaze that seemed to permanently coat Jasmine's eyes began to dry up bringing a sharp brightness behind it, like a fog evaporating to reveal the blinding light of morning. The heat of her hand burned into his flesh as she pulled his neck down slowly, bringing him down to her level.

"I am so tired of feeling weak. Teach me how to be strong. Show me how to be like you. Please..."

It may have been in his nature to be skeptical with the words of others, but Jafar had never seen honesty and sincerity like what was beaming in her eyes at that moment. While he found himself falling into her earnestness, time and experience was able to keep at least one foot on the ground. His voice was quiet, almost shaky.

"What makes you believe that I would ever do that?"

At last her gaze broke from his and traveled down to his hand that she was now holding. She brought it up to her chin, tracing the lines of his palm with her delicate finger.

"Because..."

She lightly kissed his wrist, wrapping it in the softness of her pouty flesh only to follow by placing his hand on the base of her own neck while she smiled.

"You need a queen by your side. I am that queen."

Jafar's skin lit on fire as Jasmine's mouth crushed itself into his. Her once delicate fingers bore into his shoulder blades with a fierceness that he had never known before. His response was strong and swift as he encircled his arms around her small waist, pulling her so tightly into him that he felt the sharpness of her hipbone pressing into his body. For the first time, she did not fight it but willingly dove into the ocean, allowing herself to be swept up and away. Running her fingers through his long raven hair and pulling him down onto her she hoped that she would not drown in his current.

Their bodies overtook each other until dawn, when the waves finally receded with the glow of the early morning. As incense smoke danced in the air so did Jasmine's fingers along Jafar's naked chest. He kept his grip around her body tight despite physical exhaustion. He could feel the beginning change in her energy and smiled to himself in satisfaction. Perhaps she was not a lost cause? His eyes flickered across the pale satin bed sheets. They were peppered and smeared with crimson streaks and he then remembered the wound in his wife's hand. Encasing her wrist with his fingers he sat the both of them up and examined her palm. He ran his finger over the laceration, causing her to wince.

"Sshh..."

He said as he brought her palm to his face and kissed the wound, holding her hand to his mouth. She felt a burning sensation and began to protest but he held her steady. After moments had passed he released her hand and Jasmine was shocked at what she saw. The cut had disappeared, leaving her skin as bright as a newborn's. Her eyes shot up to his in disbelief. She was unable to speak.

"You are no longer wounded, Jasmine. Nothing, no one can hurt you now. You are whole. You are mine...you are my wife...that makes you invincible. Do you understand?"

She felt a sudden surge of strength, something that she had not felt in forever. She felt alive, electric. And as she fell back on top of him she would ensure that he would feel it too.