Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Fairy Tale Ending ❯ Fairy Tale Ending ( Chapter 1 )

Fairy Tale Ending

By Llewlyn

Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue. Me no own, you no sue.

Summary: It's a fairy tale... more depressing than sugar coated and damned if there's any magic.

A/N: This is kinda based on Cinderella, with the ball, but otherwise not. It's just a general fairy tale. Don't know where this came from. Fever dream, I guess.

Part One: The Ball

Castles are cold.

They never say that in the stories. But then, those stories never go past that perfect kiss or the amazing wedding that follows.

Castles are very cold.

Every child wants their fairy tale ending. I wanted mine, once, just like everyone else. Who wouldn't want the handsome prince to pick them out from the crowd and declare right there that there would never be anyone else as perfect for them as that person? No one, right? What could be more romantic, what could be a better beginning to the perfect life together? Nothing, right?

That's why I'm sitting here, alone, in the tower, surrounded by dusty old tomes of forgotten magic and ancient legends. Because that idyllic scenario is the start to the most wonderful marriage possible.

Right.

Fairy tale endings aren't real.

I was seventeen the day the old king announced that his son would be holding a ball in search of a suitable partner, male or female. All eligible bachelors and bachelorettes were invited, regardless of the rank of their birth, wealth, or beauty. I still believed in the fairy tales then.

My sister couldn't wait to go, and for that matter, neither could I, though I hid it better behind a cool facade. Our father, a simple banker, smiled at Aya-chan's enthusiasm as she danced around the house, pretending that it was the ball and she was dancing with our prince (no one had the heart to tell her that at twelve, she wouldn't be considered eligible). He willingly gave our mother the money to get a beautiful dress made for Aya-chan and an elegant suit for me. I admit to feeling quite superior as I tried it on, for it was the first tailored outfit I'd owned. Mother had always made our clothes because she felt it more appropriate for children to wear homemade clothing.

As they day grew nearer, we both grew more excited. I'd seen the prince one day as he rode through the market, tall and regal upon his stallion. He was handsome, with his snapping golden eyes and thick black hair, sharp features softened by a slightly crooked smile as he laughed at something the redhead beside him said. He was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen.

He's still beautiful, though his smile has changed. Now, it's cruel and hard when he smiles at me, and I have to fight to keep from trembling like a hare caught between a hound's teeth. And the redhead is still beside him, still laughing.

On the day of the ball, all the eligible teens in the city must have been as nervous as I, and I was more nervous than I felt I had any right to be. After all, if the prince didn't choose me, there would be dozens of other eligible people there to fall in love with. I couldn't help but hope, though, that the prince would choose me. As I dressed carefully, I prayed silently that our prince would pick me from the crowds of other subjects. While I brushed my deep red hair till it gleamed, I begged the gods to let the prince fall in love with me. And during the carriage ride up to the castle, I bit nervously at my lips until they were pink, too tense to consider praying any longer.

I'd never wanted my prince for his title, though I know my parents wanted me to marry him so they would have a guarantee of comfort in their old age. I'd fallen in love with him the day I saw him riding through the market place, and I wanted him to return my feelings. Riches and power meant nothing to me.

Not that I had them, even after I married him.

At the ball, we stood in the long line of people waiting to enter and be announced. Aya-chan wouldn't stop bouncing, despite mother's repeated commands to desist as she would ruin her hair and wrinkle her fine gown. I managed to hold myself still and control the shaking that was the sole indication of how anxious I was. Finally, we reached the front of the line. Father murmured our names to the crier.

"Fujimiya Kyari and Fujimiya Baioreto," the short man, pompous in his fine livery, called. "And their children, Fujimiya Ran and Fujimiya Aya." As a family, we descended the long, flaring staircase. I was one step ahead of my parents and sister, as it was more important (this once) that I be seen instead of them. After all, I was the one here to win the attentions of a prince.

Once we'd reached the bottom of the steps, and my little sister hadn't tripped like I'd half expected her to do in her long gown and heeled shoes, my family separated. Aya-chan and my parents went to the sidelines, watching the dancing. I went to get in another line, behind other teenagers just as anxious as myself to meet the prince. This line went quickly, the prince saying a complimentary word or two to each person, then looking to the next supplicant. Beside the throne he sat in, the redhead stood, a curious smirk on his face.

I was soon to learn that the redhead went everywhere that the prince did, and that they were not just friends.

"My name is Fujimiya Ran, your highness," I murmured once I arrived at the head of the line. I bowed respectfully, glad that I had some degrees of grace that some before me hadn't.

The girl who fell over her dress comes to mind, as does the boy who ripped his suit when he bowed.

"Please, call me Brad," I heard him say as I rose from my obeisance. I smiled at him then, and was rewarded with one in return. "Schuldich, wait here, unless you want to find someone yourself," he said offhandedly, rising from his throne and stepping towards me. I could feel a blush rising in my pale skin, and I fought it down. "May I have this dance?" I realized that a new song was just beginning, and I nodded.

"Of course, your high- Brad," I murmured, hoping I didn't look too much the fool as I took the hand he offered. He led me out onto the dance floor, tiled in beautiful colors to represent the heavens at night. I averted my gaze shyly downwards as his left hand rested on my waist, my heart pounding so hard at his touch I was sure it could be heard over the orchestra's playing. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and we began dancing.

It was odd for me to be led in the steps of the dance, as I'd been taught to lead, but I didn't mind. The prince was an excellent dancer.

"You have beautiful eyes," he told me once I'd looked up from my admiration of the deep blue and gold tiles of the floor.

"Thank you," I murmured, still slightly shy. "So do you." I blushed then. I didn't want him to think I was trying to curry favor with him by complimenting him. He laughed softly.

"Thank you, Ran." He smiled at me again, and my heart skipped a beat. From the sidelines, I could catch glimpses of Aya-chan, who was chatting with several of her friends, and my parents, who stood together and watched me dancing. "You caught my attention, there at the dais. I was bored out of my mind, and I was beginning to think that this whole night was a waste of time. You, however, are quite lovely, and you brightened up this whole dull room."

"Surely not, your highness," I tried to defer his praise. "There are many people here who are more beautiful than I am."

"Conventional beauties, definitely. They abound here, with their bright golden curls and pretty blue eyes. But you are rare, Ran." I blushed, pink spreading over my pale skin.

"Please, your highness," I protested. I hoped I didn't sound coquettish, because that was the last thing I wanted. I was honestly embarrassed by his praise.

He laughed then, and I couldn't help but blush a deeper red. "Yes, you are different. Most of the others were flaunting their best features to try and capture my attention, and you are embarrassed by them." The song ended and another began, and the prince stepped back. "Thank you, Ran, you're a wonderful dancer." He smiled and kissed the back of my hand.

"No, thank you, your highness. I'm honored by your attentions," I demurred, smiling in return.

"I must spend time with my other guests, but I will return to you." We stepped off the dance floor, and I returned to my parents' sides while the prince went back to the dais where his throne sat. I could feel the flush on my skin slowly fading, and I smiled slightly to myself, my heart still beating erratically. Mother and Aya-chan bombarded me with questions about what he had said that made me blush so, while Father simply smiled serenely. Other guests around us looked upon me with jealousy clear in their eyes, envious that I had gotten the first dance with the prince. It was the first time people had been jealous of me, and it was a heady feeling.

I sat out the next two dances, watching the prince dance with other eligible girls and boys. Some batted their eyes and flattered my prince outrageously, others tried to capture his attention with their wit and graceful conversation.

My prince, indeed. He was never really my prince, no. I was his toy. The only person who could claim to have any possession of him was the redhead, whose name I learned that night was Schuldich.

My next dance was not with the prince, but with his companion, the red headed man who was ever at my prince's side. He rankled my senses for some reason I couldn't fathom. However, I did not wish to offend him, or my prince, so I accepted his request for a dance and rejoined the whirling myriads on the floor.

This time, the music called for a faster dance, a spirited, though still elegant and refined, gavotte. There was no time to speak flattering words, or inquire about each other. The dance was too fast-paced, high-stepping and breathless. All around us, faces were smiling and laughing, all of them blending together in a blur of features and colors. Through the haze, I saw Schuldich smiling. His was not a beautiful, friendly smile such as the ones I had been granted by the prince, but colder, handsome, and oddly foreboding.

I didn't know why I felt like a bird saved from the jaws of a cat when he released my hand at the end of the song...

I do now. It was because Schuldich is always the hunter, and everyone is his prey. From his wicked grin and cold blue eyes, there is no escape.

Part Two: The Wedding

Perhaps I'm actually getting my fairy tale ending. I've got a tower, and the singing birds, and bright spring sunshine. Of course, that's supposedly what I'd be rescued from, at the beginning of the fairy tale, but at this point in my life I'd be perfectly content with a flawed fairy tale. Wouldn't you?

The prince rejoined me after that, having switched partners every few moments in order to slight as few people as possible through dancing. After all, it wouldn't do to insult the people who would be his subjects once his father died and he became king. I didn't care, though, for I'd gotten the honor of the first dance with our prince, and I was still walking on air from it.

He appeared at my side where I stood with my parents. Few of my already small number of friends had attended the soiree, most being already married or engaged, and the others too preoccupied with their studies to care for dancing with royalty, so I continued to sit with my adults rather than converse with the strangers. The prince smiled graciously at mother and father, then took my hand gracefully, leading me away from them. I went willingly, of course. He lead me through the crowd, keeping a gentle but firm grip on my hand as we walked to prevent being pulled aside by another guest, and we arrived at a door that was practically hidden from view by decorative palm trees. We maneuvered between the indoor trees, and I was surprised to see the moonlit tiles of a balcony, the curving balustrades entwined with delicate seeming rose vines.

The prince lead me onto the balcony, and we could still hear the strains of the orchestra floating through the door and out into the night. The roses released their sweet odour, and the gleaming white of the marble tiles backing the blood red of the petals made the whole scene fantastic, seeming straight out of one of the books I'd read as a child.

"Please, sit down," my prince said softly, indicating a white bench surrounded by more of the roses. He sat down, and I followed suit, not wanting to disobey the heir to the throne. "You're beautiful out here in the moonlight..." he murmured, raising one gloved hand to slowly stroke my cheek. I blushed softly, which surprised me. I had never been one to color when shy, yet the prince's words made me flush easily and often. "It's true... your skin is perfect... like alabaster... and your eyes are the most amazing color I've ever seen..." He laughed softly when he saw my blush. "You are the oddest person I've met tonight, Ran. You are the only person who doesn't take a compliment from me and turn it into a marriage proposal."

"I do not wish to seem presumptuous, highness, by doing such a thing," I answered, meeting his eyes. I was startled again by their shade; if my own violet eyes were amazing to him, his amber eyes were the most beautiful I'd ever seen. He laughed again, and I smiled back at him.

"You do not seem presumptuous at all. Far from it, you are quite unassuming." The prince's hand was still at my cheek, and he gently tilted my chin up, leaning in slowly.

The first time our lips touched, I felt the oddest spark between them. It was a chaste kiss, barely even enough to be considered such. It was, in fact, my first kiss, a fact he apparently guessed from my lack of response. The second time, my prince's lips lingered, soft and sweet on my own. Slowly he added more pressure, though he was still being gentle. Finally he pulled back and smiled. I'd closed my eyes once he'd kissed me, and I opened them again, a little dazed. A prince... my prince... had just given me my first kiss.

"Ran... will you marry me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke, his fingertips ghosting over my slightly tingling lips.

I was struck speechless, barely able to nod my assent. I'd be foolish to say no to a proposal from the man who was both a prince and the man who'd captured my heart before I'd even known who he was.

I finally regained my voice, and was able to whisper a `yes' back. He smiled radiantly and kissed me again, deeper this time, and I responded instinctively, parting my lips and letting his tongue explore my mouth. Tentatively I stroked his tongue with my own, and was rewarded with him pulling me into his arms. When we at last broke apart, breathing rather quickly, I found myself pressed against his chest, arms around his neck, and flushed again, though this time it was with happiness. My prayers had been answered. The prince asked me to marry him.

The prince rose, still holding me close, and with little warning, lifted me up and spun me around. I couldn't help but laugh, my fingers clenching in his clothes. "I love you," I whispered when my feet returned to the ground. "I've loved you since I first set eyes on you." I smiled, touching his cheek softly.

"I love you, too," he murmured, leaning down and kissing me again. When he pulled back that time, he smiled. "Let's go tell the ball..." I nodded, slightly dizzy from his kisses, and hand in hand we left the moonlit balcony to return to the candle lit ballroom. A trail of hushed whispers followed us, for the prince slipped his arm around my waist as we passed through the crowd. As we reached the dais and the king, the music stopped, the dancers turning to look respectfully towards their rulers.

The prince nodded to his father, who sat looking slightly bored on his gilded throne, and I bowed, but my betrothed bade me rise. "Father, I've made my choice. Fujimiya Ran, my father, King David Crawford." I bowed again, acknowledging the introduction; the king nodded.

"I take it you wish to be married as soon as possible, Brad?" the king asked, his voice indicating that he knew himself to be correct in his assumption why. "Yes, father," the prince answered. I nodded my assent, and the royal on the throne turned his attention to me. "How old are you, Ran?"

"I'm seventeen, your majesty, eighteen in July."

"That's a good age. You're... how old now, Brad?"

"Twenty-four, father," my prince answered patiently. I saw the king's gaze flicker towards Schuldich momentarily; the redhead had returned to stand beside the prince's throne. The prince looked at him as well, and I followed suit, looking away quickly. His eyes unnerved me. Finally, the king nodded. "It's a good match, I think. You shall be married immediately. Tonight."

The prince smiled, squeezing me slightly. We turned to face the gathered people, and I heard the king behind me rise to his feet and step forward. "My people... tonight you were gathered here in order for my son, your prince and future king, to pick his bride or groom. And he has; from your number one was chosen." I blushed slightly as all the eyes in the room turned to me. I could see my parents' proud faces and Aya-chan jumping up and down, trying to see over the other people before father picked her up and held her above the sea of unfamiliar faces. "Fujimiya Ran has accepted my son's proposal; they are to be married immediately. Congratulations. You're all invited to the wedding." An appreciative chuckle went through the crowd, since it was expected. No one wanted to laugh, they'd all wanted to be chosen. "Ran, please bring your family up." I nodded and stepped down from the dais. The crowd parted for me, walking straight to my parents and little sister.

"Please, come with me?" I asked, and was firmly hugged by my mother and sister before I could say another word. I blushed, and they released me, and my father shook my hand. "Congratulations, son." They smiled and followed me back to the platform where my prince waited with his father, Schuldich, and a new addition, a priest, a bishop by the look of him, to officiate. The prince took my hand again, smiling at me, and the priest began to intone the words for the marriage ceremony. I barely remember the words to it, now, for I was in a daze of happiness.

The vows came, and the prince's touched my heart. "I was told to chose my spouse from the numbers of guests at the ball, and I was daunted. But as soon as you stepped through the door, I knew my task was an easy one. There was only one that I could chose, and his name is Ran. I'll always remember the moment you first said your name, for that is the moment I fell in love with you." The priest looked to me for my answer.

"I don't remember the first time that I saw the prince of this country, but I remember the moment I realized that I was in love with him, and not for his title, or wealth. It was the first time you said my name, your highness, and I'll love you forever, regardless of titles. You are noble of heart, and that is all that matters to me."

The priest said some more words, which I did not hear. I was facing my prince, and all my world had shrunk to the space between us, the distance between my eyes and his as we gazed at one another. "Do you, Prince Brad Crawford, take Fujimiya Ran as your lawful wedded husband, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

"I do."

"And do you, Fujimiya Ran, take Prince Brad Crawford as your lawful wedded husband, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

"I do."

"I pronounce you married. You may kiss your husband." My new husband tilted my chin up, and in front of all the guests, kissed me deeply. My hands came up to clutch at his shirt as I returned the kiss, his hand at my back as he pulled me close the only thing supporting me. Applause ran rampant through the room, and we broke apart, breathing slightly labored, smiles broad on both our faces.

"Congratulations, both of you," the king said. "Brad, would you do the honors of crowning your husband?" I blushed slightly. I'd forgotten that I would be crowned a prince when I married. Schuldich offered my husband a red velvet pillow, upon which rested a fine silver crown. He took the crown and, smiling gently, set carefully it on my head. He leaned down and kissed my forehead in a gesture of benediction, then took my hand. "Welcome to the royal family, Prince Ran."

The king smiled slightly. "Go dance, you two," he said, waving his hand in the general direction of the dance floor. "I wish to speak to my new in-laws." Brad took me by the hand and lead me back onto the floor. There was a space cleared in the center of the room, right over the pattern of the smiling sun tiled into the floor. The orchestra started up again, a slow song, and we began dancing. Our eyes met, and we knew exactly what we were doing without a leader or a follower in the dance. It didn't matter. Around the edges of my vision, the others faded, leaving just him, my prince and husband. We were alone in the room, it seemed, dancing over a field of stars and galaxies.

It was the perfect wedding, better than I had ever imagined it to be. My husband was the handsomest man in the kingdom, and he said the most eloquent things. Life was perfect.

Finally, the song ended, and the world returned to normal. Other people existed again. With the beginning of another song, the people around us restarted their halted dances, and we returned to the dais. Aya-chan was so exited she could barely contain her energy. Her big brother had married the prince, and while she had wished for one dance with the prince, she was so happy! She babbled on until my prince leaned down. "Would you like a dance still, Miss Aya?" She nodded vehemently, brown curls bobbing, giggling when Brad offered her his arm to return to the dance floor.

I smiled, watching my new husband dancing with my sister, observing him graciously let her step on his feet and talk non-stop. My mother asked me for one last dance with her son, and I had to oblige her, though it was not a burden on me. "Are you happy, Ran?" she asked once we were amidst the other dancers.

"I couldn't be happier, mother... he's wonderful."

"I'm glad, then. We were worried that you'd be disappointed should he chose someone else, but we were worried for nothing." She smiled, my kind mother, her fine brown hair sporting a few strands of grey. "Now our son is a prince."

"I would have married him if he had been a pauper, mother." She laughed.

"I know, darling. You're in love, and it shows." The rest of the dance went silently, turning around the floor in set patterns. "Congratulations, Ran. Don't forget us now that you're going to live in the castle."

I smiled. "I won't forget you, mother." I kissed her cheek, and father cut in as the song ended. The prince touched my shoulder from behind. "Come with me, if you've said your good byes..." he murmured, golden eyes twinkling. I nodded, and he took my hand in his, pulling me through the people.

Once we'd left the ball room, Brad turned to me and lifted me into his arms, cradling me like a child. "I love you, Ran," he said, kissing me softly as he carried me through the halls.

"I love you, too, Brad," I answered, smiling dreamily. We stopped before a set of gilded doors, and Brad opened one without setting me down. He stepped through, and I was struck by the sumptuousness of what I saw. It was his bed chambers, and everything was rich. I did not have much time to gaze around, however, for he carried me directly to his bed and set me down atop the deep silk coverings, dyed the deepest black I'd ever seen, the exact color of his raven hair. He removed my crown, setting it aside on a table. His own followed, and I smiled to see that his golden crown fit perfectly around my own more delicate silver.

I blushed slightly when he leaned over me, kissing me tenderly. I felt his weight push the bed down a bit, one arm on either side of my body as I lay back against the sheets, my own arms twined around his neck as our lips met again and again.

He undressed slowly, taking one piece of clothing off, then taking off one of mine, until we were both naked. I'd never done anything like this before... yet he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, leanly muscled but powerful. As he leaned over me, pressing me into the sheets, his hand slid between my legs and wrapped around my length.

His own length jutted proudly from its nest of black curls, and I blushed slightly even as I gasped and arched beneath his touch. "Brad..." I moaned softly, and he laughed. "I'm glad you're so responsive, Ran... this is nothing..." He slowly stroked my throbbing erection, and I couldn't resist the urge to buck up into his hand, seeking more of the welcome friction. He obliged me, and tightened his grip on my length, pumping slowly as he brought me to my first orgasm at another's hands. I moaned throatily, a hot flush spreading across my skin as I arched gracefully. My lower body clenched and I orgasmed, warm seed spurting out over my husband's fingers.

Slowly, making sure I was watching him, which I most certainly was, Brad brought his coated fingers up to his lips and sucked them clean, making me sigh with longing. I grew hard again rapidly, eager for more of my beautiful husband's ministrations. I became impatient as he sat, just staring at me, and pulled him over my body, kissing him passionately. He laughed quietly when he pulled back. "Eager, are we?" he whispered, his breath playing across my skin.

The room was silent except for the soft rustling noises of the sheets while he kissed my throat softly, his lips moving across my skin adoringly. I memorized everything he did, storing it away so I would remember it to do to him when the tables were turned and I was the one bringing him pleasure. He kissed down my shoulder, back across my collar bone, and down to my chest. "Brad..."

My prince smiled at me. "You've stopped calling me highness..." he said, his voice teasing. Before I could respond, his lips had closed over my nipple, sucking lightly. I moaned, then felt the barest scrape of his teeth against my skin, and I cried out. My skin tingled with anticipation, my nerves singing with pleasure and life.

His lips worked over my body, switching from one nipple to the other for who knew how long. I was so caught up in the sensations of his lips against my chest, sucking and nipping at my flesh, that I didn't notice the prince reaching for a small glass bottle and pouring its contents over his fingers. So enraptured by his mouth was I that at first, I didn't register the oil-slicked finger that pressed against my anus. However, when my husband slowly pressed the digit into my body for the first time, I gasped with pain.

"Shh... relax, darling," he murmured, slowing the finger's entrance though not removing it from my entrance. "I promise, it will be better..." I nodded, completely trusting him with my till-now untouched body. He tenderly began to stretch me, pressing his finger further into me and probing carefully.

My muscles relaxed slowly, still trying to reject the intruding digit that persisted in stroking my inner passage. I registered the addition of a second finger, and whimpered softly when my prince began scissoring his fingers inside me. "Sh... I'm sorry, Ran... it will get better..." I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back my sounds of discomfort. Then my vision erupted with white flashes, my whole body afire with pleasure. "See? I told you..." my husband murmured, his tone slightly amused. His fingertips hit the spot inside me that made me gasp again. "That's your sweet spot, dear," he explained kindly as I panted softly on the bed.

A third finger was added, but I had relaxed more by then, aided by the persistent touches to the bundle of nerves that set me aflame. Finally the fingers were removed, and I watched through slightly blurred vision as he took the bottle of oil and poured some onto his hand, and from there to his member. Blushing slightly, I took his oiled hand in my own. "May I?" I whispered, smiling.

"Of course..." My prince gave me the bottle of lubricant and I set about slicking my own palm with the liquid, slowly reaching out to touch his length. I smiled as he bucked his hips gently into my grasp, and I wrapped my long, slender fingers around him, sliding my oil-covered hand over his length to prepare him for taking me for the first time.

Soon, he stopped my exploration of his manhood, pushing me gently back against the sheets again. "Are you ready, Ran?" he whispered, nudging my thighs apart and settling between them. I nodded, my skin still flushed slightly as I spread my legs further for him. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I gasped quietly when I felt something larger than my husband's fingertips slowly penetrate my body.

I moaned softly, in combined pain and pleasure, as my husband took my body for the first time. He went slow, his weight pressing me into the bed as I arched beneath him. He stopped when he was fully seated in me, his heavy sacs pressed against the skin of my buttocks, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "Brad..." I moaned, feeling completely filled like I never had before. He smiled down at me, and I knew he was waiting for me to adjust to having another man inside me. He was large, almost painfully so, though it felt more perfect than anything else I'd ever experienced before. I rocked my hips slightly against him, needing him to move.

Slowly he withdrew from me, almost completely, and I whimpered a bit, feeling the loss distinctly and wanting to be filled so wonderfully again. I got my wish when he thrust back into me, the head of his member pressing against my sweet spot. I cried out quietly, my eyes squeezing shut with pleasure. "Nng... Brad!" I panted softly. "Oh... god, it feels so good..." He laughed softly, repeating the process. The second time, he moaned as well, the sound of our exhalations of bliss combining and filling the otherwise silent room. A rhythm was swiftly established, a pattern of withdrawal and return, slowly at first and gaining speed as we grew more frenzied and passionate in our motions.

I felt the coil in my loins tightening with each thrust of my husband into me, and I bit my lip, trying to distract myself from the growing pleasure. "Brad..." I moaned. "I'm... so close..." Of its own volition, it seemed, my hand slid down between our bodies and stroked my aching length, trying to relieve some of the intense pressure building. His large, strong hand replaced my smaller one, pumping me almost lazily in counterpoint to his thrusts, which steadily grew faster and harder and deeper as my vision faded to white around the edges.

"BRAD!" I cried, arching beneath my prince and husband, my body exploding with pleasure, releasing the proof of my passions between our bodies, coating his fingers. I felt my entrance constricting around his length, and with a sharp cry of his own, a sound that, once contemplated, seemed more at home on the battlefield than the bedroom, released his wasted seed deep into my virgin body, marking me as his own.

Panting heavily, my prince withdrew from me, laying beside me on the sheets. "I love you," I whispered, smiling dazedly at my handsome lover. His body fascinated me, and my fingers began wandering across his defined stomach, tracing the outline of firm muscles under taut skin.

"I love you, too," he answered, long moments later, his breath still coming quickly. He brushed soft tendrils of blood red hair off my forehead, kissing me gently where he cleared my bangs away from. My long eartails hung down over my shoulders, accenting my white skin.

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, the excitement from the ball earlier, the wedding- and its consummation- taking their toll. My cheek was cradled in the crook of my prince's neck, my hands resting one on his hip and the other against his chest, and his strong arms were wrapped around me.

It was the best night's sleep I'd ever had, held warm in my new husband's arms. It was that night that got me through many to follow, and the time that I've spent in this tower. Warm and safe... fairy tale feelings.

*sigh* Wish my first kiss was like that... nooooo.... I had to blush and my damn boyfriend made fun of me, that jackass... but Ha. I got him back.

God. That was sappy. Gag me now. How does my brain work these things? I get nauseated if I see people hugging, and I wrote that?!

Well, I did it, but it's not very good... gomen. Lemons aren't my forte.