Tastey
Let's see if I can remember how to do this. This ficlet is for the week 4 drabble at susancaspian. It is rated a strong M.
Taste
The King was in a fury.
Susan realized this as soon as she saw him striding down the hall, jerking off his riding gloves roughly as he headed straight for her. At his side a Wolf trotted, her grimace matching the King’s expression perfectly. As Caspian got closer, Susan realized that he was dressed for fighting and was very dirty, as if he had been rolling around on the ground. She had no way of knowing that he had, and no way of knowing that the event that caused it was the reason why he was in such a temper.
“Caspian?” She took a step towards him, then found herself being hustled along next to him, her hand firmly in his grasp as he walked. There was blood from a small cut across his forehead, making his darkened skin seem even darker. “What happened?”
“I do not wish to speak of it,” Caspian said shortly, heading directly to his chambers. “Are you required anywhere just now?”
“No…” Susan was confused. He held open the door for her, and she passed through, not realizing that the Wolf had positioned itself outside. “Why, do you need me for something?”
“Aye.” As soon as the door closed, he rounded on her. Susan had about one moment of coherent thought before Caspian had crushed her to him, his mouth coming down on hers. The kiss was hard and it bruised her lips before he pulled away. Just as quickly as he had grabbed her, Caspian released her, turning and moving deeper into his chambers. Gasping for breath, Susan followed slowly, watching the King as he paced back and forth, dropping his gloves on an ornate oak desk.
“You know, I am seriously considering abandoning centuries of tradition and just running a sword through the gut of the next man that crosses my path.” Caspian unbuckled his sword as if it was the one to have offended him.
“That’s… very Mouse-like of you,” Susan tried to joke, but he only grunted.
“If I were a Mouse, I could get away with it. No, I am a King of Narnia, and must eat insults like they are breakfast toast.” Susan knew better than to point out that Caspian actually never did eat toast for breakfast, preferring plain bread instead, but considering the clang of his sword as it hit next to the gloves, it probably wasn’t the best time to bring it up. “Help me, please.”
Susan moved closer, understanding the request. His chain mail hauberk was tedious to pull off himself, and did not just peel off as easily as a regular shirt did. Su grabbed the mail at the shoulders, tugging as Caspian bent over slightly and wiggled his way out of it. The motion pulled his linen shirt, revealing the King’s hardened stomach muscles briefly before it dropped back down as he straightened. Susan tried not to blush, but it was too late. He had caught her staring. Caspian raised an eyebrow at her. Then, quite deliberately, he pulled the shirt over his head, wadded it up in a ball, and tossed it in the corner. Susan gulped.
Maybe it was time to be going.
“One of these days my patience will be at an end,” Caspian cut off her thoughts of escape by continuing speaking. There was a wash bowl in the corner, and he headed that way, leaning over the bowl and splashing water over his head and arms. She tried to ignore the way his now wet dark hair clung to his neck, and she definitely was trying to not look below his chin. But the way he kept pacing around made that extremely hard. Excessive sword fighting and grueling battles just does things to a body… especially one as young and fit as the King had started with before being driven into exile.
“Who has been pushing your patience?” Susan managed to ask, as the King poured himself a glass of wine then poured another. He walked back to her and handed her the glass. Susan wondered if was deliberately placing himself in front of her, just to drive her crazy.
“Who hasn’t?” Caspian replied, his words a bit softer than before. Susan caught the double meaning, and then flushed even deeper. If only the King knew how hard it had been on her, controlling her own desires. Times like this didn’t help. Caspian gave her a touch of a quirky smile, then retreated to his bedchamber. He returned with a fresh shirt in his hands.
“Your cut is still bleeding,” Susan told him, trying to busy herself. “Let me see it.”
Caspian nodded and sat down on the settee, pulling the new shirt on, and Susan silently rebuked herself for feeling disappointed. He shouldn’t have been undressed like that in front of her in the first place. He might be courting her, but it was not proper. Still...
“How did this happen?” Susan asked, sitting down next to him with a cloth and pressing it to his forehead. She almost wished he would have winced, or done something besides just look at her with those dark eyes.
“I got in a fight,” he finally admitted. “A bit of a brawl actually.”
“You’re the King!” Susan was shocked. “How does the King of Narnia get into a brawl?”
“Quiet easily, it seems,” Caspian joked, then quieted under her un-amused look. “And I already said that I am growing tired of accepting insults in the name of patience with my people. I will only accept so much, and today I reached my limit.”
“Which lord was it?” Susan asked, dabbing the cloth to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had, almost. Caspian muttered something, which she couldn’t quite hear. “What was that?”
“It was no lord. It was a Black Dwarf.”
Susan lowered her cloth.
“You got in a brawl with a Dwarf. In full armor. While on patrol with your entire guard?”
“You make it sound silly,” Caspian practically glared at her, seeing the grin come to her face. “I had my reasons.”
“Please tell me it wasn’t me this time.”
“No,” Caspian declared stubbornly. Then he seemed to wilt. “It was Lucy.”
Susan stood up and started laughing softly. “I swear, you get into more trouble because of her. If she wasn’t my sister and half your age, I would almost be jealous.”
Caspian stood and followed, reaching for Susan and putting his hands on her waist. “The queen has nothing to fear. Lucy is the sister I never had, and my heart’s affections lie where they always have. No other woman can change them.”
“Hmmm…” Susan put her palms against Caspian’s chest and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He kissed her back, still with more aggression than normal. Once more she broke away breathless.
“You are in a mood today.” She ran her hands down his chest, to his stomach. She couldn’t help it, not since getting her first glimpse of it. She felt him tighten reflexively at her touch.
“Aye,” he had a tendency to become monosyllabic when they were close. Caspian threaded his fingers through her hair, tilting her head back as he kissed her hungrily. His whole life he had never been touched, not really, not even held or hugged since his nurse had been sent away. Contact was still strange to him, but he drank it up like a man starving for water. He pushed against her, tracing his fingers along her arm in wordless askance for her touch. Unable to refuse, Susan slipped her hands beneath the white fabric of his shirt, nails brushing low on his stomach. Caspian let out a soft groan, knowing that she had no clue how that small movement made his whole body burn.
“We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” Susan whispered, tipping her head back as he kissed down her neck. “It’s not proper.”
“I do not care,” Caspian suddenly growled, advancing on her so that she was forced to step backwards. Three steps and her back hit the doorframe to his bedchamber. “I am done doing things the way that I am expected to.”
Maybe she should have been scared at the predatory way he was looking at her, but this was Caspian, and Susan knew he would never hurt her. He just… wanted her. The realization of that made her shiver. It had been a lifetime ago, when she had been looked at like this. It was something that she had missed, being in the arms of someone much stronger and much more dangerous than herself. Flirting along the edge of passion, teasing a potential lover to see how much they could take before they broke. How much before she herself broke. Susan had never given in… but she had been close. And the way he was staring down at her, arms on either side of her head, boxing her in. Caspian was waiting for her, as if he could read her thoughts. She had never even let herself slip a little around him.
Maybe it was time she did.
“When I kiss you, I am not going to stop for a long time,” Caspian warned her in a heavy voice, his eyes sliding down the curve of her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Just his gaze had her on fire. “As you say, it will not be proper.”
“Oh, bother proper,” Susan heard herself say as she moved forward and grabbed his face, pulling him down to her. Half a breath later she found herself swept off her feet, her back once more to the doorframe as Caspian picked her up. He bit her lower lip lightly, causing her to open her mouth, then he deepened the kiss eagerly. Susan’s legs tightened around his waist as he shifted her sideways and through the door, kicking it closed with his foot as he did. Despite his obvious passion, Caspian laid her down lightly on his bed, carefully so that her head came to rest on a pillow. Susan moaned slightly as she felt him stretch out alongside her, the weight of his body pressing her back into the bedding. His hands ran over her sides, back and forth from ribcage to hip, as if he desperately wanted to touch her but was holding himself back.
“I want to look at you,” Susan whispered, shocked at her own boldness. “Please, Caspian.”
He looked askance at her, then nodded, understanding. It had never occurred to him until today that she might want to see him just as badly as he wanted to see her. Caspian sat up, knees to either side of her hips, never breaking eye contact as he once more bared his torso. If he felt any embarrassment as being like this in front of her, it was drowned beneath his pleasure at the expression on her face. Her emotions flickered back and forth, playing across her features, at once nervousness and then desire. Susan’s eyes travelled over him, down his shoulders and lower. Her gaze stopped at his leather breeches, low enough on his hips that the exposed abdominal muscle drew her eyes dangerously low.
Taking her hands in his, to sooth her racing heart as much as his own, Caspian entwined their fingers. They held still like that until Susan blushed and smiled shyly up at him. Caspian found himself chuckling deep in his throat, and he leaned down to kiss her once more, bringing her hands back to him as he did. Susan traced light patterns across his stomach and Caspian kissed her jaw, then her ear, then her shoulder.
“I would ask to look at you as well, my queen,” Caspian murmured huskily as his mouth moved over the exposed top of her breast. Susan hesitated. Not that she hadn’t known he would want to, what with him carrying her into his bad and all, but still. She had only been this brazen once, and that was two lifetimes ago. Also, once a corset was unlaced, there was no quick retying of it. The man above her took her face in his hands and kissed her gently, taking her hesitation as a no.
“I can wait,” Caspian said, trying not to sound disappointed.
“You will have to re-lace me,” Susan told him in a shy voice. “There’s really no hiding it.”
Caspian sucked in a tight breath and nodded. He sat back as Susan pushed off the bedding and sat at the edge of the bed, her back to him. She wore a thin blue shift beneath her corset, and his fingers trembled just slightly as he slowly loosened the laces that held the corset tight about her. Caspian brushed his lips across her shoulder and he leaned into her as his hands reached around her bodice, one by one unfastening the stays. When the last one fell, and he pulled her corset away, neither one moved. Susan could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
“You are beautiful,” Caspian whispered in her ear, and Susan blushed, but she also sighed in relief of the tension breaking.
“You haven’t even seen me yet,” she replied archly. Caspian wrapped his arm around her waist, for the first time with only a thin piece of fabric between them.
“I do not need to,” he replied honestly. She could feel him smiling against her shoulder. “But I still want to.”
Nodding, Susan did as the King requested, and slid her shift off. It would be something that he would never share with a living soul, but the single most erotic sight in his entire life was that one, watching over her shoulder as she disrobed for him.
“You are so soft,” Caspian whispered as he allowed his hands to run over stomach and sides. He wondered what she thought of his hands, if she hated how battle roughened they were. Susan loved them. In fact, she leaned back into his chest, letting his hands roam at will. She reached one arm up, gripping his hair lightly, wondering if it had felt this good way back then. He still hadn’t touched her anywhere else and Susan shifted deeper into his embrace.
“Caspian… you can touch me, if you want.”
“I am afraid,” he murmured huskily. “That I will never be able to pull myself away from you again if I do.”
“Didn’t you warn me about that before this started?” Susan asked, then she twisted slightly so that the weight of her breast was in his hand. Caspian exhaled sharply, then sighed as he brought his other hand up. At his exploratory touches, Susan found herself shifting in response. She was breathing heavier, arching back and inadvertently rubbing against him. Unable to contain himself, Caspian pulled her back down to the bed, rolling her beneath him and replacing his hands with his mouth. Susan gave a little cry and arched up, her hands on his head, twisting beneath him. Her breathing had become hard pants, like she was running. Caspian pushed her skirts upwards enough to hook her knee, giving her a firm tug and easily repositioning her where he wanted her. Where he wanted her was completely beneath him, her knees on either side of his hips as he ground down into her.
“This... is… not… proper,” Susan managed to gasp before she moaned, her body trembling as Caspian pressed her knees open more.
“Tell me, and I will stop,” he promised, although by his tone it would be the hardest thing he had ever done. He rocked his body against hers, never having hated clothing as much in his life as he did now.
“Stop and you will be in so much trouble…”
Caspian chuckled, but the look in his eyes when he met Susan’s was very intent. He watched her face, gauging her reaction as he ran his thumb over her knee, once more waiting for the go ahead. Susan went a bit still, but then she nodded. She bit her lip a bit worriedly, and he leaned down to kiss her tenderly.
“I will stop if you need it. I will not hurt you, but I will not press you either,” Caspian promised her.
“I trust you,” Susan whispered, closing her eyes as she relaxed down into the bed, letting him have complete control. Deciding that he was the luckiest man alive, Caspian slid his hand down her thigh---
Knock knock knock
Caspian froze, his face going from one of passion, to one of surprise, then to one of growing anger. The last part came as a voice echoed through the door.
“Your Majesty, I must speak with you. It is urgent!” The unmistakable nasal voice of Lord Baerd could be heard. Which meant it was only urgent to him.
“How did he even get past the Wolf?” Susan wondered, before realizing the incredibly compromising position that she was in. Growing crimson, she attempted to find her shift as Caspian rolled off of her, growling.
“I am busy, my lord. Leave. NOW,” Caspian snapped, loudly enough to be heard through the door. Unable to find her shift, Susan whimpered and hid under the blankets, as much from her embarrassment as from the expression on Caspian’s face.
“Your Majesty! I insist on speaking with you now! I insist!”
“He’s going to come in!” Susan squeaked, and true enough the door started to open.
You have to forgive Lord Baerd, because up until this point, the Lords of the Council had almost constant access to Caspian at their will, and Caspian had missed a rather important meeting with him. Plus Caspian had never been the type of young man to keep company. But you definitely have to forgive Caspian, because if the Lord had seen who lay in his bed, it would have made a world of trouble for Susan and her family. Susan didn’t know that Caspian could move that fast. But one moment he was in bed next to her, and the next he had met Lord Baerd in the doorway, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him forcibly back out before he could even take one step inside.
“Your Majesty!” Baerd sounded shocked a moment before he sounded in pain as his back slammed into the top of Caspian’s desk. Holding the older man bent over backwards with one arm, Caspian drew his sword with the other and placed it across his throat.
“One time and one time only, my lord,” Caspian snarled. “From this day you do not even think about entering my chambers uninvited. Have I made myself clear?”
“Y-yes, sire!” Baerd practically squeaked, completely taken aback by the young King’s sudden lack of leniency and excess of violence.
“Get out.”
Baerd did just that. Caspian gave the Wolf a pointed look, and she put her head down on her paws embarrassedly as he re-shut the door. This time Caspian locked it. Susan had managed to re-clothe herself as best she could by this point, and she watched her lover carefully as he returned, locking the bedroom door as well.
“It is alright, he did not see me,” Susan tried to soothe him as Caspian sat down behind her. She had re-fastened her corset ties but needed him to lace her back up.
“That is not the point,” Caspian growled. “One day…” he drifted off as he concentrated on her laces. When he was done, Susan turned around and kissed him softly, understandingly.
“One day I will give them a taste of what it really means for me to be their king,” Caspian said in a hard voice, standing up. Susan kissed him a second time, then headed for the door. She paused as she unlocked it, looking back over her shoulder and giving him a tiny grin.
“Perhaps one day you will give me a taste as well.” Then she was off, leaving Caspian to stare at where she had been, realizing too late what his queen had meant. Then he started to smile, despite himself.
One day. He could wait for both.
Taste
The King was in a fury.
Susan realized this as soon as she saw him striding down the hall, jerking off his riding gloves roughly as he headed straight for her. At his side a Wolf trotted, her grimace matching the King’s expression perfectly. As Caspian got closer, Susan realized that he was dressed for fighting and was very dirty, as if he had been rolling around on the ground. She had no way of knowing that he had, and no way of knowing that the event that caused it was the reason why he was in such a temper.
“Caspian?” She took a step towards him, then found herself being hustled along next to him, her hand firmly in his grasp as he walked. There was blood from a small cut across his forehead, making his darkened skin seem even darker. “What happened?”
“I do not wish to speak of it,” Caspian said shortly, heading directly to his chambers. “Are you required anywhere just now?”
“No…” Susan was confused. He held open the door for her, and she passed through, not realizing that the Wolf had positioned itself outside. “Why, do you need me for something?”
“Aye.” As soon as the door closed, he rounded on her. Susan had about one moment of coherent thought before Caspian had crushed her to him, his mouth coming down on hers. The kiss was hard and it bruised her lips before he pulled away. Just as quickly as he had grabbed her, Caspian released her, turning and moving deeper into his chambers. Gasping for breath, Susan followed slowly, watching the King as he paced back and forth, dropping his gloves on an ornate oak desk.
“You know, I am seriously considering abandoning centuries of tradition and just running a sword through the gut of the next man that crosses my path.” Caspian unbuckled his sword as if it was the one to have offended him.
“That’s… very Mouse-like of you,” Susan tried to joke, but he only grunted.
“If I were a Mouse, I could get away with it. No, I am a King of Narnia, and must eat insults like they are breakfast toast.” Susan knew better than to point out that Caspian actually never did eat toast for breakfast, preferring plain bread instead, but considering the clang of his sword as it hit next to the gloves, it probably wasn’t the best time to bring it up. “Help me, please.”
Susan moved closer, understanding the request. His chain mail hauberk was tedious to pull off himself, and did not just peel off as easily as a regular shirt did. Su grabbed the mail at the shoulders, tugging as Caspian bent over slightly and wiggled his way out of it. The motion pulled his linen shirt, revealing the King’s hardened stomach muscles briefly before it dropped back down as he straightened. Susan tried not to blush, but it was too late. He had caught her staring. Caspian raised an eyebrow at her. Then, quite deliberately, he pulled the shirt over his head, wadded it up in a ball, and tossed it in the corner. Susan gulped.
Maybe it was time to be going.
“One of these days my patience will be at an end,” Caspian cut off her thoughts of escape by continuing speaking. There was a wash bowl in the corner, and he headed that way, leaning over the bowl and splashing water over his head and arms. She tried to ignore the way his now wet dark hair clung to his neck, and she definitely was trying to not look below his chin. But the way he kept pacing around made that extremely hard. Excessive sword fighting and grueling battles just does things to a body… especially one as young and fit as the King had started with before being driven into exile.
“Who has been pushing your patience?” Susan managed to ask, as the King poured himself a glass of wine then poured another. He walked back to her and handed her the glass. Susan wondered if was deliberately placing himself in front of her, just to drive her crazy.
“Who hasn’t?” Caspian replied, his words a bit softer than before. Susan caught the double meaning, and then flushed even deeper. If only the King knew how hard it had been on her, controlling her own desires. Times like this didn’t help. Caspian gave her a touch of a quirky smile, then retreated to his bedchamber. He returned with a fresh shirt in his hands.
“Your cut is still bleeding,” Susan told him, trying to busy herself. “Let me see it.”
Caspian nodded and sat down on the settee, pulling the new shirt on, and Susan silently rebuked herself for feeling disappointed. He shouldn’t have been undressed like that in front of her in the first place. He might be courting her, but it was not proper. Still...
“How did this happen?” Susan asked, sitting down next to him with a cloth and pressing it to his forehead. She almost wished he would have winced, or done something besides just look at her with those dark eyes.
“I got in a fight,” he finally admitted. “A bit of a brawl actually.”
“You’re the King!” Susan was shocked. “How does the King of Narnia get into a brawl?”
“Quiet easily, it seems,” Caspian joked, then quieted under her un-amused look. “And I already said that I am growing tired of accepting insults in the name of patience with my people. I will only accept so much, and today I reached my limit.”
“Which lord was it?” Susan asked, dabbing the cloth to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had, almost. Caspian muttered something, which she couldn’t quite hear. “What was that?”
“It was no lord. It was a Black Dwarf.”
Susan lowered her cloth.
“You got in a brawl with a Dwarf. In full armor. While on patrol with your entire guard?”
“You make it sound silly,” Caspian practically glared at her, seeing the grin come to her face. “I had my reasons.”
“Please tell me it wasn’t me this time.”
“No,” Caspian declared stubbornly. Then he seemed to wilt. “It was Lucy.”
Susan stood up and started laughing softly. “I swear, you get into more trouble because of her. If she wasn’t my sister and half your age, I would almost be jealous.”
Caspian stood and followed, reaching for Susan and putting his hands on her waist. “The queen has nothing to fear. Lucy is the sister I never had, and my heart’s affections lie where they always have. No other woman can change them.”
“Hmmm…” Susan put her palms against Caspian’s chest and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He kissed her back, still with more aggression than normal. Once more she broke away breathless.
“You are in a mood today.” She ran her hands down his chest, to his stomach. She couldn’t help it, not since getting her first glimpse of it. She felt him tighten reflexively at her touch.
“Aye,” he had a tendency to become monosyllabic when they were close. Caspian threaded his fingers through her hair, tilting her head back as he kissed her hungrily. His whole life he had never been touched, not really, not even held or hugged since his nurse had been sent away. Contact was still strange to him, but he drank it up like a man starving for water. He pushed against her, tracing his fingers along her arm in wordless askance for her touch. Unable to refuse, Susan slipped her hands beneath the white fabric of his shirt, nails brushing low on his stomach. Caspian let out a soft groan, knowing that she had no clue how that small movement made his whole body burn.
“We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” Susan whispered, tipping her head back as he kissed down her neck. “It’s not proper.”
“I do not care,” Caspian suddenly growled, advancing on her so that she was forced to step backwards. Three steps and her back hit the doorframe to his bedchamber. “I am done doing things the way that I am expected to.”
Maybe she should have been scared at the predatory way he was looking at her, but this was Caspian, and Susan knew he would never hurt her. He just… wanted her. The realization of that made her shiver. It had been a lifetime ago, when she had been looked at like this. It was something that she had missed, being in the arms of someone much stronger and much more dangerous than herself. Flirting along the edge of passion, teasing a potential lover to see how much they could take before they broke. How much before she herself broke. Susan had never given in… but she had been close. And the way he was staring down at her, arms on either side of her head, boxing her in. Caspian was waiting for her, as if he could read her thoughts. She had never even let herself slip a little around him.
Maybe it was time she did.
“When I kiss you, I am not going to stop for a long time,” Caspian warned her in a heavy voice, his eyes sliding down the curve of her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Just his gaze had her on fire. “As you say, it will not be proper.”
“Oh, bother proper,” Susan heard herself say as she moved forward and grabbed his face, pulling him down to her. Half a breath later she found herself swept off her feet, her back once more to the doorframe as Caspian picked her up. He bit her lower lip lightly, causing her to open her mouth, then he deepened the kiss eagerly. Susan’s legs tightened around his waist as he shifted her sideways and through the door, kicking it closed with his foot as he did. Despite his obvious passion, Caspian laid her down lightly on his bed, carefully so that her head came to rest on a pillow. Susan moaned slightly as she felt him stretch out alongside her, the weight of his body pressing her back into the bedding. His hands ran over her sides, back and forth from ribcage to hip, as if he desperately wanted to touch her but was holding himself back.
“I want to look at you,” Susan whispered, shocked at her own boldness. “Please, Caspian.”
He looked askance at her, then nodded, understanding. It had never occurred to him until today that she might want to see him just as badly as he wanted to see her. Caspian sat up, knees to either side of her hips, never breaking eye contact as he once more bared his torso. If he felt any embarrassment as being like this in front of her, it was drowned beneath his pleasure at the expression on her face. Her emotions flickered back and forth, playing across her features, at once nervousness and then desire. Susan’s eyes travelled over him, down his shoulders and lower. Her gaze stopped at his leather breeches, low enough on his hips that the exposed abdominal muscle drew her eyes dangerously low.
Taking her hands in his, to sooth her racing heart as much as his own, Caspian entwined their fingers. They held still like that until Susan blushed and smiled shyly up at him. Caspian found himself chuckling deep in his throat, and he leaned down to kiss her once more, bringing her hands back to him as he did. Susan traced light patterns across his stomach and Caspian kissed her jaw, then her ear, then her shoulder.
“I would ask to look at you as well, my queen,” Caspian murmured huskily as his mouth moved over the exposed top of her breast. Susan hesitated. Not that she hadn’t known he would want to, what with him carrying her into his bad and all, but still. She had only been this brazen once, and that was two lifetimes ago. Also, once a corset was unlaced, there was no quick retying of it. The man above her took her face in his hands and kissed her gently, taking her hesitation as a no.
“I can wait,” Caspian said, trying not to sound disappointed.
“You will have to re-lace me,” Susan told him in a shy voice. “There’s really no hiding it.”
Caspian sucked in a tight breath and nodded. He sat back as Susan pushed off the bedding and sat at the edge of the bed, her back to him. She wore a thin blue shift beneath her corset, and his fingers trembled just slightly as he slowly loosened the laces that held the corset tight about her. Caspian brushed his lips across her shoulder and he leaned into her as his hands reached around her bodice, one by one unfastening the stays. When the last one fell, and he pulled her corset away, neither one moved. Susan could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
“You are beautiful,” Caspian whispered in her ear, and Susan blushed, but she also sighed in relief of the tension breaking.
“You haven’t even seen me yet,” she replied archly. Caspian wrapped his arm around her waist, for the first time with only a thin piece of fabric between them.
“I do not need to,” he replied honestly. She could feel him smiling against her shoulder. “But I still want to.”
Nodding, Susan did as the King requested, and slid her shift off. It would be something that he would never share with a living soul, but the single most erotic sight in his entire life was that one, watching over her shoulder as she disrobed for him.
“You are so soft,” Caspian whispered as he allowed his hands to run over stomach and sides. He wondered what she thought of his hands, if she hated how battle roughened they were. Susan loved them. In fact, she leaned back into his chest, letting his hands roam at will. She reached one arm up, gripping his hair lightly, wondering if it had felt this good way back then. He still hadn’t touched her anywhere else and Susan shifted deeper into his embrace.
“Caspian… you can touch me, if you want.”
“I am afraid,” he murmured huskily. “That I will never be able to pull myself away from you again if I do.”
“Didn’t you warn me about that before this started?” Susan asked, then she twisted slightly so that the weight of her breast was in his hand. Caspian exhaled sharply, then sighed as he brought his other hand up. At his exploratory touches, Susan found herself shifting in response. She was breathing heavier, arching back and inadvertently rubbing against him. Unable to contain himself, Caspian pulled her back down to the bed, rolling her beneath him and replacing his hands with his mouth. Susan gave a little cry and arched up, her hands on his head, twisting beneath him. Her breathing had become hard pants, like she was running. Caspian pushed her skirts upwards enough to hook her knee, giving her a firm tug and easily repositioning her where he wanted her. Where he wanted her was completely beneath him, her knees on either side of his hips as he ground down into her.
“This... is… not… proper,” Susan managed to gasp before she moaned, her body trembling as Caspian pressed her knees open more.
“Tell me, and I will stop,” he promised, although by his tone it would be the hardest thing he had ever done. He rocked his body against hers, never having hated clothing as much in his life as he did now.
“Stop and you will be in so much trouble…”
Caspian chuckled, but the look in his eyes when he met Susan’s was very intent. He watched her face, gauging her reaction as he ran his thumb over her knee, once more waiting for the go ahead. Susan went a bit still, but then she nodded. She bit her lip a bit worriedly, and he leaned down to kiss her tenderly.
“I will stop if you need it. I will not hurt you, but I will not press you either,” Caspian promised her.
“I trust you,” Susan whispered, closing her eyes as she relaxed down into the bed, letting him have complete control. Deciding that he was the luckiest man alive, Caspian slid his hand down her thigh---
Knock knock knock
Caspian froze, his face going from one of passion, to one of surprise, then to one of growing anger. The last part came as a voice echoed through the door.
“Your Majesty, I must speak with you. It is urgent!” The unmistakable nasal voice of Lord Baerd could be heard. Which meant it was only urgent to him.
“How did he even get past the Wolf?” Susan wondered, before realizing the incredibly compromising position that she was in. Growing crimson, she attempted to find her shift as Caspian rolled off of her, growling.
“I am busy, my lord. Leave. NOW,” Caspian snapped, loudly enough to be heard through the door. Unable to find her shift, Susan whimpered and hid under the blankets, as much from her embarrassment as from the expression on Caspian’s face.
“Your Majesty! I insist on speaking with you now! I insist!”
“He’s going to come in!” Susan squeaked, and true enough the door started to open.
You have to forgive Lord Baerd, because up until this point, the Lords of the Council had almost constant access to Caspian at their will, and Caspian had missed a rather important meeting with him. Plus Caspian had never been the type of young man to keep company. But you definitely have to forgive Caspian, because if the Lord had seen who lay in his bed, it would have made a world of trouble for Susan and her family. Susan didn’t know that Caspian could move that fast. But one moment he was in bed next to her, and the next he had met Lord Baerd in the doorway, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him forcibly back out before he could even take one step inside.
“Your Majesty!” Baerd sounded shocked a moment before he sounded in pain as his back slammed into the top of Caspian’s desk. Holding the older man bent over backwards with one arm, Caspian drew his sword with the other and placed it across his throat.
“One time and one time only, my lord,” Caspian snarled. “From this day you do not even think about entering my chambers uninvited. Have I made myself clear?”
“Y-yes, sire!” Baerd practically squeaked, completely taken aback by the young King’s sudden lack of leniency and excess of violence.
“Get out.”
Baerd did just that. Caspian gave the Wolf a pointed look, and she put her head down on her paws embarrassedly as he re-shut the door. This time Caspian locked it. Susan had managed to re-clothe herself as best she could by this point, and she watched her lover carefully as he returned, locking the bedroom door as well.
“It is alright, he did not see me,” Susan tried to soothe him as Caspian sat down behind her. She had re-fastened her corset ties but needed him to lace her back up.
“That is not the point,” Caspian growled. “One day…” he drifted off as he concentrated on her laces. When he was done, Susan turned around and kissed him softly, understandingly.
“One day I will give them a taste of what it really means for me to be their king,” Caspian said in a hard voice, standing up. Susan kissed him a second time, then headed for the door. She paused as she unlocked it, looking back over her shoulder and giving him a tiny grin.
“Perhaps one day you will give me a taste as well.” Then she was off, leaving Caspian to stare at where she had been, realizing too late what his queen had meant. Then he started to smile, despite himself.
One day. He could wait for both.