Jasmine and Aladdin

Belle was reading her book while sitting with her back against the back of a tree on the edge of the clearing. It was probably why the newcomers never saw her. And what newcomers they were! Belle had never seen their like before, though she knew by their appearance that they must be from fabled Arabia!

A man and a woman were seated on what had to be a flying carpet. Their garb was a bit exotic and, to Belle's eyes, something that shouldn't be worn outside of the bedroom. Belle could see the upper portions of the woman's breasts in her attire!

As the carpet landed, Jasmine and Aladdin (for that is who it was, though Belle didn not know that yet) stepped off of Carpet and looked around in wonder. They were on their honeymoon, exploring the wonders of the world. The forests of fabled Europe were impressive. The trees were tall and solid, and all sorts of fantastic creatures abounded in these woods. Or so legend said.

Aladdin turned to Jasmine. "Enjoying yourself, wife?"

"Always husband."

Jasmine's heart skipped a beat when she called Aladdin husband. The marriage was still brand new and it was a source of surprise and delight to her.

As Aladdin kissed Jasmine deeply, her heart raced faster.

So did Belle's, who was watching this whole scene unfold.