A Positive Reflection

*~ Disclaimer ~* I do not own any of the characters, plots, or locations from Ella Enchanted. Disney holds all rights to Ella Enchanted and this story is only created for pleasure, not profit.

Author’s Note: Well, here goes my second shot at reclaiming my title as a writer (*pause* hahahaha… ha…ha). I was pleased with how A Fatherly Concern went and I’m going to try to continue to pop stuff out. So please enjoy.


A Positive Reflection

The door opened smoothly, rustling the hanging vines. The surrounding mirrors sparkled with the solitary flickering of the one candle held in Ella’s outstretched hand. The room seemed to hold its breath so as not to disturb the quiet night. It was still just as beautiful, just as enchanting as Ella remembered from the last time she was here. She gazed around the room, remembering the faces she saw in the mirrors, remembering the voices and her own cries of “You will no longer be obedient!” So much had changed since then in such a short amount of time. She had gone from being accused of attempted murder and a prisoner to being the wife of the one she had attempted to murder and soon to have her own official coronation as Queen.

Ella sighed and looked at her reflection. She certainly didn’t look like a Queen. Although she was enjoying her newfound freedom and looking forward to restoring the kingdom to what it once was when Char’s father ruled, she was beginning to doubt whether Char needed her help. He was truly a natural at negotiating and cared about his people. When Ella had tried to avoid Char at the coronation ball, she had different reasons for saying that she was wrong for Char and wrong for the kingdom, but now her insecurities had come back to bite her in the ass. Looking closely at her face, she flicked a lock of hair fussily and sighed heavily.

“If there weren’t over a dozen royal hair and makeup stylists I would never look like the Queen,” she huffed.

“Now why would my Ella be saying that?” a rather indignant voice interrupted her solitude. She turned to see Char opening the door to the glass sanctuary with a candle in hand. He strode across the room with all the confidence a King should bear, and all the grace of one much admired figure, lighting torches along the wall and filling the room with a soft glow. He only wore a light robe of deep blue that was not tied very well, and showed a good expanse of his chest. ‘It was no wonder that he had a fan club,’ Ella thought, ‘with a body like that Char would have been worshipped even if he were a commoner.’

Char wasn’t a tough, chiseled athlete or anything, but he had a face fit for swooning at the sight of. Accompanied by dreamboat eyes, a very kissable mouth, and adorable hair that made her want to run her fingers through it again and again… Char was everything she could have dreamed for. He had grace and authority that only the royal bloodline had and it nearly broke Ella’s heart to know that she could never match up to his perfect attributes. She turned back towards the mirror.

“Well, think about it Char,” she tried to keep the quiver out of her voice. “I’ve grown up as a commoner; I’m not exactly the figure of the Queen that the people are expecting. The people are expecting elegance, charm… and beauty. I just don’t have any of that.”

Char stepped up behind her and stood still until she met his gaze in the mirror. “I have never heard anything more ridiculous in my life,” he stated with conviction. He put his hand to Ella’s chin and began to turn her face for a kiss. She abruptly turned away with a distressed expression. Char frowned, “Please don’t tell me that you seriously think that you aren’t fit to be Queen?”

A single tear slid down her cheek as she whispered, “How could I be? I’m nowhere near what the Queen should be,” a pause. “I’m just Ella…”

Char moved around to face her and they both knelt down on the ground. “First of all,” Char began, “there is nothing in this kingdom that says what a Queen must or must not be. We’ve had all sorts of Queens in the past ages of this kingdom. It is the woman that defines what the Queen in power shall be. Secondly,” here he pressed his forehead to hers. “You have more sense in you than all the other eligible ladies in this land, probably in the world. I can think of no one better to rule this kingdom than you.” Char looked into Ella’s eyes, trying to convey how he meant every word of what he said. This only made Ella’s tears stream down faster than before.

“I know principles, history; I don’t know the first thing about how to rule a kingdom,” Ella sobbed, crouching down into the folds of her nightdress. Her back and shoulders shook as she poured out her fears into the unfamiliar lace of her new royal nightwear. Char slowly rubbed over her back, trying to comfort her as best as he knew how as he continued.

“Thirdly, I have seen firsthand how you conduct yourself with the people and you care for them as only a Queen could. No one person is too insignificant for you to consider and no topic is off limits for your discussion. The people trust you, and that is the foremost important thing for the Queen to have,” he gazed tenderly into the misty eyes as he gently wiped away her tears, then stroking his hand down her neck. “Furthermore,” here he grinned, “you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever met in this kingdom or any other.”

“But… I… You…” Ella stammered as a blush slowly creeped over her face. “I’m nowhere near as pretty as the other ladies that attended the Coronation Ball or the wedding…”

“Nonsense,” proclaimed Char, “those girls couldn’t hold a candle to everything that you are. The only thing of importance to those girls is themselves. You have depths that those shallow wenches couldn’t compare to.” Char moved closer, pressing his body against Ella’s warm curves. He whispered, “You also have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”

At this, Ella gasped as Char leaned forward to press his lips against hers tenderly. Her face flushed and damp from crying, she tilted her chin towards him to allow fuller contact. With a half-cry, half-moan, Ella launched her arms around Char and desperately tried to close all the distance between them. For this moment to exist, she simply couldn’t imagine how all of this could be real. As if in agreement, the torches seemed to fade and their vision narrowed to include simply their two flickering candles and the occasional sparkle from the mirrors. As her world became only herself and Char, Ella felt his tongue lick her swollen lip, requesting entrance into her sweet mouth. Though they had done this before, this time felt more magical and more personal than before. After the wedding, Ella and Char had gone on a romantic evening at a nearby cottage that Char had inherited from his father, specifically the same honeymoon suite that his parents had before him. That night was full of the culmination of young passion and the day’s excitement all in one and it was wonderful. Ella treasured the memory, as Char had become her first and hopefully final lover. But now the fairytale romance had dulled and the present had become something that seemed more eternal, more of an acceptance of who they were and their commitment to each other’s happiness.

Oh, but now… now Char was lowering Ella down onto her back. Ella’s breath hitched as she opened her lips to him, loving the feel of his hot tongue in the cavern of her mouth. Even more than that, she loved as Char sensually moved his hand over her hip up to her breast and began to gently massage it. Her hips moved of their own accord and pressed up against his growing erection. Now he moaned into her mouth and detached his lips, his eyes flickering open and filled with lust, love, care, and affection all intermingled. He kissed his way over her jaw and down her throat, nipping at her collarbone before sliding the spaghetti straps of her nightgown over her shoulders. Ella moaned, twisting her fingers into his hair and dropping her head back onto the hardwood floor. Char paused long enough to move a clump of fallen vines behind Ella’s head as a makeshift pillow and then continued his ministrations. He pushed the silky material down past her breasts and bent to lap at a nipple and rubbing the hardened nub of the other with his fingers. Ella’s fingers moved down past his curly mane down his neck. She grasped his shoulders, trying to find an anchor to hold onto. As Char gave her nipple a twist and licked his way down her breast to the middle of her chest, Ella unconsciously dug her nails into his skin, a hair’s breadth away from breaking it.

“Ohh, Char!” she breathed. Char’s lust grew with the sound of her voice, husky with need, and he quickly kissed his way down her smooth stomach to her feminine core, pushing her nightgown and panties down to her ankles. Not wasting any time, he moved his tongue over her in a teasing swipe. Her gasps filled his ears and he glanced up to see she had moved her hands onto her breasts, imitating the rubbing and pinching that he had done previously. The sensual sight fueled his need and Char pushed her knees further apart with his hands and probed her with his tongue to find her clit. Once found, he sucked it long and hard, making her cry out and thrust up towards him. Inwardly smirking, Char pressed closer, stiffening his tongue and alternating fucking her with it and licking the outside of her passage.

Ella’s half-screams and moaning increased until she couldn’t take it anymore, “Char! Stop teasing me!” she cried, helplessly. Char looked up at her shaking form and licked over her once more before moving up over her navel to rest between her breasts once again.

He paused to look into the eyes of his love. “What does my Queen wish me to do, then?” Char murmured lustfully. He ran his hands up and down her sides while he waited for her answer.

Ella shuddered as his fingers caressed her, almost ticklish yet increasing her need even more. “Please, Char,” she breathed heavily, “I need to feel you in me. I need…”

“What do you need?” he demanded quietly, pressing his fingers over her ass, squeezing close to her wet pussy.

“You!” she moaned, “I need you now!” Ella pressed her hips against his firm stomach, so very close to his erection…

Char moved his hands to push the cold floor, moving up over Ella’s face. He gently kissed her and said, “Whatever my Ella wishes, I will give.” Char reached down and let his robe fall away from him entirely. Again, he kissed her deeply as he positioned himself over her aching need and pushed in. He swallowed her moans and buried himself up to the hilt, pausing to allow her to adjust. She felt just as tight as she had on their wedding night, it was difficult to control himself and not just rut her like an animal. That could wait for later. As Ella calmed, she shifted her hips, encouraging him to move. Char slowly moved out and pushed back in again, drawing out each moment to sensitize Ella’s passage to his every movement.

Ella moaned deeply and began to thrust up into Char, harder, craving the completion. Char chuckled softly, “As my Ella commands.” He increased his pace, angling himself to enter and retreat fully each time. Ella squirmed over the floor, loving the sensations of being filled again and again. She then lifted her legs to wrap around Char and help push him into her. Char could barely contain himself, seeing his angel splayed across the floor, feeling her body shake beneath him, hearing her moans and gasps, knowing that it was he who was causing her this intense pleasure. He shoved himself into her, changing the dance to keep him close to her and jerking his hips quickly to keep the friction moving. Ella threw her head back, arching her back and feeling her breasts press into Char’s chest. This let Char’s erection hit her G-spot and she saw her vision white out. Gasping, she franctically thrust and arched herself into him, feeling him enter her fully once more and her world exploded with pleasure. Her passage walls rippled around Char and he moaned out her name as he emptied himself into her, finishing with two more hard thrusts and collapsing over his Ella.

After a moment to catch their breath, Char moved his weight to the side, shifting his spent organ out of her pussy. Ella sighed with the loss, wanting to feel him inside her always. Char chuckled and held her to him tightly. “Never doubt your worth again, alright, my love?” he murmured, “You are perfect to me.”

Ella caught his eyes and gave him a small smile. “And you are my everything, I don’t know what I would do without you,” she declared. A sexy smirk came over her, “But if you ever want to prove it to me again, you know where to find me.”

Char chuckled deeply, “I love you, Ella.”

“And I love you, Char,” and they sealed it with a kiss and a happy, and satisfying, ending.

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A/N: Well, there you have it. Hope you enjoyed, I know I did. Such a cute movie too. :) ~sodapop0006