Five. 1/1
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: Edmund/Lucy with a smidge of Peter/Susan
Rating: R…to be safe
Summary: Four times Edmund kisses Lucy and the one time she kisses him.
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Five
One-Shot
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1.
They are at the Professor’s and Lucy is talking a mile a minute. He doesn’t want to hear of a magical land where there are fauns, a great talking lion and an evil witch. She doesn’t realize that he’s not interested.
He moves over to the other bed. She follows him and continues to talk.
He doesn’t know what makes him do what he does. He grabs her by the shoulders and presses his lips against hers. He pulls away quickly after that, but it’s enough to keep her silent.
“What did you do that for?” She asks lowly.
He shrugs. “Peter does it to Susan all the time.”
He walks away from her and ignores the sudden explosion his stomach makes.
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2.
They are celebrating their victory. The White Witch is gone. Aslan is alive. Edmund is free.
He can’t stand looking at all the happy people while knowing that this whole war was technically his fault. So he gets up and smiles to the people who bow at him. He walks deeper into the trees.
Soon he hears footsteps following him. He stops and waits for her. Because he knows it’s her.
She wraps an arm around his waist. “Why are you not celebrating?”
He doesn’t say anything. He’s just staring down at her. At the one person who always sees the good in everyone. So he does what he does because he wants to feel some kind of…pureness. He bends down and kisses her.
He lets his lips linger on hers a little bit longer than the first time.
“Why did you do that for?”
He shrugs and takes her hand in his and leads her back to the celebration of freedom and an opportunity for redemption.
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3.
It is Lucy’s fifteenth birthday.
The whole day has been spent getting ready for the ball that is to be held in her honor later that night.
Edmund has been itching to give Lucy his gift.
She comes running around the corner. Her eyes are twinkling and her mouth is wide open with laughter.
He grabs her hand and places a small rectangle box in her hands.
“Happy birthday.” He whispers to her.
He grabs her head and kisses her. He’s careful not to lose himself in the kiss. Remembering that she is the closest thing he has to a companion.
“Why did you do that for?” She asks.
She always asks this.
He shrugs his shoulders and walks away.
He always does that too.
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4.
Lucy is eighteen and both she and Edmund are at the beach.
She is splashing him with water and shrieking with laughter.
They are both soaking wet.
Edmund goes to grab her by her waist but she turns and runs out of the water. He runs after her. She is still laughing loudly, her head tipped back and the sun kissing her body. He tackles her to the soft sand.
He lands on top of her and she is wiggling beneath him, still laughing.
She stops slowly when she sees how he’s looking at her.
He knows that she knows what he’s going to do when he dips his head.
His hands are braced on each side of her head, blocking her in.
His lips are on hers and he’s kissing her with such intensity that he knows he should pull away.
He doesn’t though.
Her lips are intoxicating.
Her arms are wrapped around his neck pulling him to her, pressing him closer to her.
He’s never let it go this far before.
He pulls away from her. Breathing heavily and he’s aware of the sun beating down on them.
“Why did you do that for?” She asks him.
He kisses her again.
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5.
He’s shedding off his shirt when she comes into his room.
She shuts the door softly behind her. She wraps his arms around his waist.
He turns around to face her.
She pushes him softly onto the bed and straddles him. She kisses him deeply. Her hands running through his hair.
His hands are running over her body. Over her back. Waist. Legs. Breasts.
She moans into his mouth and breaks away.
His hands are on her back, unlacing her dress.
She’s on top of him. He’s watching her in utter fascination. He meets her every thrust.
His lips latch onto hers and his hands are paying close attention to her pert breasts.
She breaks away from his mouth to cry out when she releases.
He bucks his hips.
Her lips muffle his sudden outburst when he releases.
Later that night, he is lying on top of her.
He is buried deep inside her core. Adoring every moment.
Her legs are wrapped around his waist.
“Why did you do that for?” He is the one who asks this.
“Because I love you.” She answers.
It’s after his third release that he tells her that he loves her too.
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This kind of just came to me. What do you all think? I hope you all like it! Hehehehe. Thanks for reading!
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P.S. Sorry for any mistakes!