A/N: So basically this is a humor story, but the first 2 chapters aren't that funny, but trust me I had to make this humor because of the third chapter! R/R, and if you're unsure of this story don't be if you like Jafar being evil and Aladdin not being the typical "hero" then you will love this :)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, Disney does

Cold Feet

Jasmine saw Aladdin in the corner of her eye. She watched Jafar badger the Genie about his twisted plan for her to love him. She could not take this "damsel in distress" business any longer; she had to make a sacrifice to save Aladdin

"Jafar, I never realized how handsome you are," she said sensually. She seductively arose from the floor putting the crown on the top of her head.

Everyone in the palaces draws dropped. Jafar turned his into a creepy smile and headed toward his princess.

"That's better, now pussy cat, tell me more about myself," his voice became very low.

Aladdin began to sprawl down, hidden by random objects. The genie saw his little buddy and came to his aid. As the two discussed a plan, Jasmine's seducing was having a magical entrance on Jafar. She was sicken by his evil grin and knew exactly what the gross pervert was thinking. She could see glimpses of Aladdin coming towards the lamp.

There was a sudden shatter and Jafar turned his head around, but Jasmine was quick and moved it back to hers. She smashed her lips into his. It was utterly the worst experience Jasmine had ever had in her life. It was like kissing a slimly snake, which ironically she expected.

He came off, "That was wonderful—"

Jafar saw Aladdin's reflection from Jasmine's crown. He hastily turned around and blasted the boy out of the way.

Jasmine's initial idea was to grab the snake staff out of Jafar's hands, but that would be a pathetic attempt. She viewed Jafar and Aladdin fighting each other, if you could call it a fight; it was more like Aladdin getting his ass beaten. She had to do something; Aladdin was the love of her life. It he died life would seize to exist. She was about do something she would majorly regret, but it would save Aladdin for sure.

"Jafar!" She yelled. This time it was not sexual at all, but rage.

He turned around at the anger princess.

She exhaled and came a little closer to him, "You win."

Jafar was baffled, "What do you mean?"

"I mean you win, I will be your bride," she said reluctantly. Her voice was low and sorrowful.

Jafar gleamed with delight and power. No matter what the cause, he now had the princess to control. "Well my dear, are you sure this is not another trick?" He asked, even though he knew the answer.

"No trick Jafar, this is real," she gulped.

He chuckled, "So charmed that you came to your senses."

Jafar looked down at the street-rat. He rose his snake staff up about to blast the boy away.

"Wait!" Jasmine pleaded.

He frowned and turned around to his fiancé.

"What?" He spat.

"You have me, let him go. There is no use of killing another citizen that could be useful in your kingdom,"

Jafar rolled his eyes. Why did the princess have to be so smart? Her point was very valid and after all, the boy looked crushed that she had succumbed to him.

He lowered his staff, "Fine, I will let him go. But I swear boy if you ever try anything again it will be your head!"

Aladdin stood up and gazed at Jasmine's tormented face. He knew she had made the decision to save him, but it was challenging to get up and walk away from the one you love. He had been with very few girls, but he knew in his heart Jasmine was the only one who could make him feel this way. Her laughs, her smile, her eager personality made his soul melt with joy. This was not the end and Aladdin knew it. He was going to find a way to get back Jasmine. This time he would act more cunning and use a different technique than force. He glimpsed at Jasmine one more time and strode away, leaving her with the violist man who ever walked into Agrabah.