Flamer The Fanfic God: What if Aladdin/ Prince Ali never "returned" jasmine to the palace after the magic carpet ride

One thing that always bugged me about the magic carpet ride is how far they traveled in such a short time span. They would have to be traveling at multiple times the speed of sound. While on a piece of carpet. Obviously this requires a complete suspension of belief. Not addressing it in the fic. Just... had to point out how this logical fallacy in the movie irritates me. Don't get me wrong, I love this scene its beautiful. So many landscapes, and getting motion so well with hand drawn animation.

On another note, in a couple days I am having surgery on my right wrist and will be unable to use my hand for 6 weeks. So there will be major update gaps. I liked the first half of this, but when it came to the lemon part for some reason I just started to stumble. So I apologize if the latter bits of this suck... but I do like how the first bit came out. (Me not saying the ENTIRE thing sucks? I must be getting better at this stop-over-criticizing-yourself thing)

Jasmine had her head on his shoulder. He shifted slightly under her weight, and smiled at how well the night had gone. Better than he could have ever hoped for. He had feared she would see through his ruse; well, to be fair, she had. But he had been able to explain it away. He knew from their first encounter that she would have given him a chance, but it was the laws of Agrabah that were their greatest obstacle. It was for that reason he had to trick her with lies and sorcery. For the greater good. He told himself. Besides, if it weren't for the Genie I never would have been able to show her all that I can show her.

"Sorry I accused you of lying to me. I've just grown so used to it by now," Jasmine broke the silence, nuzzling against his shoulder.

Well there's that guilt again. Aladdin thought to himself. I'm lying for her not for me. She seems to like me, and seems to be happy. The truth would take all that away. He tried to justify. Chewing on his bottom lip.

"My father, my guards, other suitors... all of them. Just lies lies lies. For what? My hand in marriage?" Jasmine scoffed.

Just really dig that guilt in here. Aladdin opened his mouth to speak, tempted to tell her the truth. She isn't the one who approves of the law. What if he tells her the truth? She's most likely want to continue the ruse. Pretend with him that he's a prince, all the while getting to know she's with someone she's fond of. No lying to her required. But what if the Sultan is expecting me to bring more lands? What... what if I have to rule? Nah, that's nonsense. Besides. Jasmine is the only child. Surely they've taught her some politics. He lifted his hand, bringing it over to rest over hers, curling his fingers gently around her own. She seemed genuinely happy. So damn happy. Not the fearful girl from the market, running from a life of luxury, and restraint. And lies. He resolved. He would tell her the truth. Starting a relationship off with lies was never healthy. His father had always lied to his mother when he was a child, and look where that ended up.

"Jasmine?" He inquired, clearing is throat to correct the high-pitched crack in his voice.

"Hmm?" She hummed.

"You... you were right. I. I am the boy from the market place. And... it wasn't a disguise. This is my disguise. After we met I was sent into this place called the Cave of Wonders by some old guy and found a Genie who could grant me three wishes. I used one to turn into a prince. " He spoke quickly, hoping to keep her from interjecting with questions. Wow. I sound completely insane.

"Very funny," She replied, scoffing. He sighed, time to try again. Sound less insane this time.

"I mean it. After we met in the marketplace, I wanted to meet you again. But I knew it could never happened because you must be married to a prince. When a strange man told me he needed me to get an item from the Cave of Wonders. He promised me riches in exchange for my help. I thought it was finally my chance to escape from poverty. I mean, I love my little home, but I hate going for days at a time with no food, constantly dodging the guards... So I followed him. I went through the cave and found a strange lamp. I went to give it to the old man as promised in exchange for a lot of money, but the cave came alive and collapsed. But I had the lamp. Went to shine it up a bit, and there was Genie. A real life Djinn. I... I wished to be a prince. So I could meet you again," he explained, slower this time. Jasmine stared at him, an eyebrow arched, and sitting in silence for what felt like eternity.

"A Djinn," She repeated, mulling the words over in her head. He sounded insane. She had heard of this Cave of Wonders before, but it was just a myth. A story. She wasn't sure what to believe. That he was a prince lying about being a poor boy, or that he's a poor boy who really did encounter an impossible stroke of luck.

"Look, if you don't believe me, where could I possibly have gotten a flying carpet from? Those don't exist. Why would I ever be dressed in rags, even for a disguise. Yours made sense. A cloak with a hood, hide your identity. Also, why would those guards have been after me if I was actually a prince? I'm sorry I lied to you... after everyone lies to you. But... the truth would mean we could never meet again,"

"But... Djinn are just a myth, and even in myth they're tricksters. Why would one grant you this wish without any side effects? Some ironic punishment, or downside. That's their thing,"

"Well this isn't perfect. I was forced to lie to you, that's a pretty big downside," Jasmine rolled her eyes at his response, kiss ass. She thought to herself. She was intrigued by him, everything about him was so different from any suitor she had met. Whether he was a poor boy who found a Djinn called Genie, or if he was a rich prince who pretended to be poor, she was attracted to him. He was extremely handsome. He wasn't the same sandstone statue come to beg for her hand. He let her speak and actually listened. He cared about what she wanted, and what she said. Oh who gives a damn which one he is. He's interesting. And nicer than any other suitor. She met his gaze, lifting a skeptical brow as she watched his uncomfortable expression change to downright fear. She chuckled lightly, she wasn't used to actually being the person with the power over the conversation.

She tilted her head and kissed him, and she could feel how surprised he was with how stiff he suddenly became, but he relaxed quickly enough and returned her gesture. This finally eased him of any guilt and fear he had over the evening. He loosed the iron grip he had on her hand to wrap his arm around her back. She was in light clothing, and his fingertips brushed against her bare back, and he felt her shudder.

Jasmine sighed against his mouth, savoring the kiss and relishing in his touch. Damn propriety, damn the laws, damn her duty to remain pure for a fugure husband. To please her ceaseless suitors. To please Jafar, Father, all of Agrabah. It was her life. It was her body. It was her choice to do what she damn well pleased. And what pleased her was this confounding young man who had his arms around her, his lips against hers, his tongue filling her mouth the the taste of his kiss. And she was enjoying every moment of it. She wondered if the poor girls got to enjoy a freedom like this. To give in to impulse and enjoy life. To feel the sparks of love and desire and be able to act on them. Rather than finding the least-repulsive kiss-ass to come begging for her hand to settle for. This is what she had argued with her father for. For the chance to bond with someone. Not to find the one suitor she might not try to kill in his sleep.

The pace stalled, and Jasmine began to feel a lustful stirring below her waist as she desired to continue. How little she knew him, and how stupid the decision would be only made her want him more. She brushed her hand against his thigh, probing for a reaction. She was worried that if he was a prince, he would be too preoccupied with the legality of this liaison to act. But her fears were quickly pushed aside as she tightened his embrace. He pulled away from the kiss and opened his mouth as if it speak, and she quickly covered his lips with her fingers and shook her head. She didn't want any words to spoil the mood, or give themselves time to rethink their actions.

He got the message. He brought his lips down against the brown skin of her neck, and she sighed deeply as she felt his tongue. It was enough to render her lightheaded as she closed her eyes to better focus on touch. She rubbed his thigh with her thumb, carefully moving her hand higher. He didn't pull away and it was the only encouragement she needed. She moved her hand between his thighs, and got the response she was hoping for. She felt his arousal grow beneath her fingers, and brushed the legth of it with her thumb before rubbing her hand across it through the silk fabric of his pants.

Jasmine was more naive than she would like to admit. Most of her knowledge was obtained by curiously perusing books, and a fairly traumatizing lecture from Jafar when her father was too oblivious to educate her when she started her first moon cycle.

Alladin was equally inexperienced, but more knowledgable. Growing up on the streets he saw how desperate some impoverished women became, and the means they would resort to. He had ventured to the brothel on more than one occasion, although too poor to pay the women for their services. But he had still learned a fair amount from these visits, and hoped now he could apply these lessons to bring Jasmine into a world of pleasure.

Jasmine began to tug at the knotted sash that held Alladin's pants in place. He sat back on his arms, watching her fumble with his clothing. He saw her hands trembling, and reached out,

"Hey... you don't have to do this," He stated, despite his near maddening desire.

"I want to," She quickly replied, returning to her task,

"You're trembling,"

"So are you," She pointed out, and he realized he was trembling nearly as bad as she was. He let out a loose chuckle and let her remove the sash around his waist. He hoped their perch atop a roof would afford them adequate privacy that they would not be caught, and his worries vanished when her hand grasped his bare flesh. He gasped suddely at the contact, and saw Jasmine biting her lip giving him a coy smile. She began to move her hand along his shaft, and he fell back against the roof, lost in sensation. After a few moments he realized he was being selfish, and began tugging at her clothing as well.

Jasmine's cheeks flushed quickly as his hands began to unfasten the ties that held her top in place, the thin fabric pooling around her waist. Alladin's eyes focused on her, taken aback at how perfect she was. He reached out to grasp her breasts in his thumb gently brushing against her chocolate colored nipples, which were stiff beneath his touch. She moaned slightly at the touch, the sound stopped suddenly as if she were ashamed of herself. He wanted to tell her that the sound was the sexiest damn thing he'd ever heard, but he couldn't get the words past the moan in his own throat.

Aladdin wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer so he could kiss her again. She moved with how he was pulling her, so she was straddling his hips and she leaned over him, returning his kiss with the same lustful exuberance. The feel of her pressed against him was nearly driving him mad with desire. He rolled his hips, and found her quickly matching him. He reached for the hem of her pants, his body absolutely aching for the warmth of her. He felt his hands shaking as he pulled at the remainder of her clothing, as she tilted her hips to ease in the removal of her clothes. After some clumsy movement she sat back against his legs, both enjoying the view of the other naked. He reached for her, rolling her over carefully so he was over her.

He shifted his hips so he was resting against her, and shifted gently and entered her. She let out a whimper, her body tensing beneath his. He stopped, opening his eyes to look at her,

"Did... did I hurt you?" He asked, concerned. He was struggling to control himself, to refrain from thrusting if it was hurting her.

"No. I'm okay," He decided to take her word for it and caved to his animalistic desires. Her uncomfortable groans became moans of pleasure, and she began trying to rock her hips in a clumsy attempt to match his rhythm. "Ali..." She whispered, but Aladdin was too engulfed to respond. He felt her nails raking across his back, and buried his face into her neck. She smelled of rice and sweat, and he kissed her neck to taste the salty sweat beading onto her neck. The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her, was absolutely divine. He wanted is to last forever. But never having been with a woman, the liaison was not to last. He strained, wanting to let her experience an earth-shattering climax before their session prematurely ended.

"Ali, don't..." Jasmine whispered, trying to tell him to achieve orgasm while they were still joined. She was able to maintain a glimmer of logic in the fog of lust, and had no desire to discover her next moon cycle was never to come. "You need to..." She was to embarrassed to say the words. Despite what they were doing. But Aladdin seemed to understand what she was trying to say, and withdrew from her, despite every instruction of his own body. He withdrew before climaxing, and laid back against the roof, panting. Jasmine lay gasping to catch her breath beside of them, the young pair exhausted yet exhilarated by what they had just done.

Aladdin sat up to redress, and noticed the blood.

"Are you okay?!" He asked, horrified, turning to Jasmine his cheeks burning as he felt suddenly ashamed for hurting her.

"Calm down... it's normal," She quickly responded. She remembered being lectured that this would happen. It had never occurred to her that he may never have been taught the same. But she thought all royals were taught that a "proper virgin wife" bled on her first night? Maybe he was telling the truth afterall that he was just a poor boy who stumbled upon impossible odds and found Djinn.

"Does... it hurt? Did it hurt?" Aladdin asked, sad that he experienced such intense pleasure, but she had been hurt. Had be been too rough?

"At first... but no... that was..." She paused, nodding her head slightly, "pretty amazing," She chuckled. She looked out across the dim cityscape, furrowing her brow. She was suddenly aware that she was now sullied, dirtied, used. She shook her head again. No. Those are just more useless rules made up by a group of grumpy men to put more control on her life. Everything she wanted, or did, was bad. Not proper. She wasn't defined by their rules. "I wish I didn't have to go back," She said as she began to redress. "Tonight has been the best night of my life. When I go back... it's just more rules, regulations, schedules, laws, routine... rules, rules, rules. Always the same. Tonight.. I got to see things I never thought I'd see. I got to go places I could never go because 'a good princess stays at home' I got to experience things I was always told a princess can't experience." She lamented, dropping her shoulders.

"So don't go back." Aladdin responded, shifting over to help her finish fastening her clothes. "Why does this have to just be one night? I can take you anywhere, show you anything. We don't have to follow rules, or fight for food, or run from the guards... we can do what we want. We can be happy."

Jasmine contemplated his words, and his tempting offer. She thought about her father, what would he think? He would send half the army out to find her if she just disappeared without word. Jafar would likely ascend to power, and she shuddered at the thought. And what about Raja? She knew he was a pampered palace cat, and her father would spoil him to the day he died. She had been able to bring herself to leave him once to leave home. She could do it again. It would hurt even more than leaving her father, but the thought of going home hurt even more.

"Not go back..." She mumbled, mulling it over. It wasn't just tempting. It was everything she ever wanted. To not be cattle, to be sold to the highest bidder. To not just be a piece on a board game. A strategy to gain more land and power for Agrabah. If she went with Ali, or Aladdin, whichever was his true name... she could live. "Let's do it. Forget Agrabah."

Eh...?