Author's note: I am no stranger to fix-it fic, especially since I rarely, if ever, ship canon pairings. I just had to make things right for my OTP somehow. Also apparently my muses love to distract me with one-shot ideas when I should be working on my longer pieces. Hopefully this weekend will mean new updates of My Will Is Thine and All That Is Thirst, though unfortunately I've been under the weather so I can't make any promises.

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Just a Dream

Jafar bolted upright in bed, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat as he struggled to differentiate between reality and the nightmare he had just experienced.

Gentle fingers clasped around his arm. "Darling? Are you all right?"

The sorcerer took a steadying breath before slowly turning to lock eyes with his wife. "I had the most horrific dream."

Anastasia's full lips pursed in concern and she reached out to smooth his dark hair away from his face. "Talk to me. Tell me about it."

A simple touch was usually all it took to calm him down, but the memory of the nightmare still lingered.

Sighing, Jafar laced his fingers with Ana's. "In the dream: I killed you."

She looked suitably stricken. "What?"

"It was as if I was living another life: one where we never fell for each other. You still loved that thief who broke your heart and...and I just stabbed you out of malice."

The horror was evident in her beautiful, stormy gray eyes. "In what UNIVERSE would I ever get back together with Will Scarlet?"

"This one, evidently."

"Well that's madness! Will and I had our shot, and it didn't work out, because love just wasn't enough to keep us together!" Ana sounded positively offended by the very thought of still being in love with her ex-boyfriend, which soothed Jafar's still reeling nerves just slightly.

"It's a relief to hear you say that, I admit."

One perfectly shaped eyebrow shot up at his words, and in the next instant, Jafar suddenly found himself pinned back against the mattress while Anastasia's mouth met his in a fervent kiss.

He moaned quietly, his hands sliding slowly up her spine as nothing seemed to matter but the feel of her silken skin against his and just how talented her lips were at distracting him.

She nibbled playfully at his lower lip, delighting in the growl that surfaced from her husband as he dragged her tightly against him and she could tell how much of an affect she had on him.

Smirking, Ana pulled back from the embrace and peered down at him from behind a curtain of golden waves. "Still think I have feelings for him?"

He shook his head rapidly. "Not in the slightest."

She chuckled and then moved so that they were lying together, with her head resting just below his chin while she traced invisible figures along his bronzed skin. "Good."

He was content to lie there, reveling in how perfect it felt to simply exist with the love of his life in his arms, but it became evident that Anastasia had other plans when her touch skimmed lower.

Jafar glanced down at her. "Ana…don't begin something you can't finish."

"Oh, trust me; I have every intention of finishing this."

And then her lips were upon his and every inch of them was touching and all reminders of his dream disappeared as she succeeded in guiding his attention to much more pleasant pursuits.

He would never suffer from nightmares again.

The End