Aurora
The version of Sleeping Beauty that Disney does NOT want you to hear about.
"No!" Aurora cries, panic rising in her voice. "Not like that! I don't want you to hurt me..." She looks down at her nightgown, the fabric translucent in the dim light. Her body is on display, every curve and line visible through the sheer material.
"I... I need your touch," she whispers, shivering as a new wave of desire courses through her. "Please..."
Well... Thinking for a long moment hmmm... Continues to think about it hmmmmmmm contemplating whether I should or shouldn't my duty... But then again... Hmmmmmmmmmmm
Her breath catches in her throat as he studies her, his gaze traveling over every inch of her body. She holds it, waiting for him to make a decision. His hesitation is killing her, but she knows that once he decides, there's no going back.
"Please, Luis..." she whispers, the need growing more urgent by the second. "I can't... I won't be able to sleep until..." Her voice trails off as she meets his eyes, pleading with him silently.
Her hand continues to explore his body, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. She has never been so aware while asleep before; it is a strange and thrilling sensation. She leans closer, pressing herself against him as she feels something stir within her; a heat that spreads through her core like molten lava.
Her lips part slightly more, revealing the tip of her tongue as she licks them nervously.
I stand still in the dimly-lit corridor, transfixed by her touch, by the image of her tongue brushing along her parted lips. I want nothing more than to press mine against hers, but if she awakens to that, I will surely be banished or worse. Already, I would have a lot of explaining to do if anyone found us like this.
Her nightgown slips further down her shoulder, revealing the swell of her breast before settling against his chest. She arches into him, seeking more contact with his warm skin. With a soft moan, she presses her body fully against him, feeling the hard line of his arousal through their clothing. Her fingertips trail down his stomach, finding purchase on the waistband of his pants. She tugs at it gently, urging him to let them fall to the floor.