Malora 1 "good morning kiss" for the kiss prompt thing
It’s rare that Aurora wakes up before Maleficent does. Rare that she sees Maleficent sleeping at all. She’s dramatic even at peace, all angles and arched brows and severe chin, like she might be glowering at you in her dreams.
Aurora smiles to herself at the thought. She props herself up on her elbow to get a better look, for she knows she won’t have long before Maleficent is jolted awake by some unknown source, like a bird lighting on a tree a mile away or something.
Maleficent is sleeping flat on her back, coverlet tucked neatly under her arms as though she has barely moved all night. Aurora cannot resist the temptation–she smoothes Maleficent’s hair away from her face, and cups Maleficent’s cheek with her hand. All hard, unyielding angles.
Maleficent’s eyes snap open. Aurora can see her assess the situation within the span of an instant–hand on her face, person looking down at her–and then the corners of her lips turn upward into the tiniest of smiles.
Aurora returns her smile at least ten times over, and leans down to plant a kiss upon the tip of her nose. ‘I didn’t mean to wake you,” she says.
Maleficent arches one eyebrow. “Didn’t you?” she counters.
Aurora inclines her head, considering. “Well,” she says, and leans in to kiss Maleficent’s lips now that she’s awake. “Maybe a little.”