
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/35173.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Fairy_Tales_-_Fandom, Cinderella_-_Fandom, Sleeping_Beauty_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Cinderella/Sleeping_Beauty
  Character:
      Cinderella, Sleeping_Beauty
  Additional Tags:
      Crossover, Porn_Battle, Cunnilingus, First_Kiss, Mutual_Masturbation,
      Consent_Issues
  Collections:
      Porn_Battle_VII_(The_Seven_Deadly_Sins)
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-12-21 Words: 761
****** slide down the surface of things ******
by athenejen
Summary
     Cinderella is the first to make it to Sleeping Beauty's bedside.
Notes
     Written for Porn_Battle_VII, prompt "Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty,
     midnight," original thread here. Title from "Even Better Than the
     Real Thing" by U2; main inspirations probably Disney, "A.N.
     Roquelaure," and the musical Into the Woods. All feedback and
     constructive criticism is, as always, cherished. Posted here on 1/28/
     09. Warning: Consent issues.
Eleanora, who thought of herself as Ella, stood at the foot of a massive four-
poster bed, all mahogany wood and heavy velvet drapes that shone deep purple in
candlelight. The girl in the bed was curled up into a ball, sleeping, wavy
blond hair swept over her shoulder the only part of her not tucked in tight.
Eleanora, or Ellie, if you asked her Prince, had never expected the story he'd
spouted off at her before grabbing his sword and galloping off to be real. Even
more, she had never expected to beat him to this far-away kingdom, through the
dense briar wall and winding, still corridors of the palace, up up up the wide
marble stairs and into the turret bedroom, big picture windows all around,
showing dark blue sky and midnight stars.
Eleanora -- though her mother used to call her Nora -- stretched out her hand
to hover a few inches above the girl's shoulder, so close that she could almost
feel the blonde hairs whisper across her palm; so close, the heat from the
girl's body was unmistakable. Just as she started to pull her hand back, the
girl shifted the tiniest bit, and Ella realized that her own breath was already
drawing in and out, quietly, in the very same rhythm as the girl's.
Eleanora, who had responded to many appellations over the years, from the
vilest epithets to the most honeyed endearments, carefully placed her hand upon
the girl's shoulder. The girl moved with the weight of Ella's hand, slowly,
until she lay on her back across the bed, still taking the slow, gentle breaths
of the deeply asleep. She had a delicate beauty to her, with creamy ivory skin
and a sweet, pink mouth, and a long nightgown made of fine white cotton, tied
with ribbon at her breastbone and fastened with a line of tiny pearl buttons
down the front.
Eleanora, who was still trying to convince the servants to stop calling her
"Your Highness," moved her hand to cup the girl's cheek. She smoothed her thumb
across soft lower lip, heard the girl's breath hitch, just a little. She placed
her other hand on the coverlet, let the brocade press into her palm as she
leaned over for a closer look. The girl's skin was almost satiny against her
hand, and she let her fingers drift from cheek to chin as she leaned closer and
closer.
And, like drawing the last small arc of a circle, kissed her. Just a seconds-
long press of lips to lips, simple and warm. She thought she felt the girl kiss
her back, could swear her breathing changed, but when she pulled away, her eyes
were still closed. So she kissed her again, and this time was absolutely
certain that the girl's lips opened wider as if to welcome her, but was just as
sure that she was still asleep.
Ella hesitated, then drew her fingers down the smooth skin of the girl's neck
and along the delicate line of clavicle. The girl sighed, and when Ella pressed
her lips to hollow of her throat, she seemed to melt into the bed. A tentative
stroke of fingertip across cotton-covered peaked nipple caused her to arch
slightly, and a tiny whimpering noise escaped her throat.
Ella slowly untied the ribbon, then button by button laid open the nightgown,
leaning up to kiss her after undoing each one. She ran her fingers along the
girl's soft, pale skin -- across the dip of her waist, along the round curve of
her hip, against the underside of her breast. When she leaned in to suck gently
at the nipple, the girl whimpered again and shifted her hips against the
coverlet, but her eyes still stayed closed.
Ella smoothed her hand over the girl's stomach to twine her fingers in wiry
dark blonde hairs. She could feel the heat of her, could smell her, damp and
alive. She stroked against the nub of the girl's clit, smiled when slow
circling motions caused her to press up into her hand. She leaned down to suck
carefully at it, held the girl's hips down with both hands, until the fine
trembling against her tongue became frenzy, and she felt more than heard the
girl's hoarse cry of pleasure.
When everything was still but for long, ragged breaths, Ella crawled back up
the girl's body, dropping kisses as she went. Wide blue eyes stared up at Ella
as she hovered above, and this time, when Ella leaned down to kiss her, the
girl most definitely kissed back.
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