jasmine-ababwa:

“Aladdin,” She grinned, eying him playfully, “It’s beautiful, thank you.” She leaned up and gave her husband a soft peck on the lips. Jasmine held the rose gently between her fingers, smelling it’s distinct floral scent. “Wait, what do you mean first?” 

“First means first,” Aladdin replied with a mischievous smile before leaning down to answer her thanks with another kiss of his own. He moved so that he was standing beside her, wrapping his free arm around her and pulling her in to place another kiss on her temple.