narnia kink meme part #3

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So with the approval/permission/support of the lovely suborbital, I have decided to start a...

NARNIA KINK MEME PART #3.
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Both FPF and RPF are welcome. Het, slash, femslash - anything and everything. XDBasically, this is how it works: you comment with something kinky you've always wanted to read in the Narnia fandom. Anything goes,

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Shoulders

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Shoulders: Part 1

Pale, freckled shoulders sloped sensuously in the bright Narnian sun. The long, lithe line of his spine leading down low to the tops of his breeches; sunlight dappled skin as he bent over.

Caspian frowned, and looked back down at his own washing; attempting to focus on cleaning his clothes, and not to think about that glorious sloping line of shoulders.

He sighed.

It had been easier last time. Sure, he had noticed the unnaturally dark eyes in the pale face. Beautiful, he had thought. He had noticed the slender hands which wielded a sword with passion and power. Skilled, he had thought. The cautious and political way he handled himself; just a like King of old should, and how Caspian had imagined when he was a small child.

But this time… this time…

Caspian sighed again, and looked up through his eyelashes. Edmund was still facing away, wringing out his wet shirt; muscles bunched together as they worked.

‘Are you quite alright, your Majesty?’

Caspian jumped slightly, looking down to Reepicheep who was staring up at him in concern.

‘Yes, yes. Yes, I’m fine. Thank you Reepicheep.’

‘You seem a little preoccupied today, your Majesty. Is there anything I could do to help?’

Caspian opened his mouth to answer, but Reepicheep was not looking at him. Instead he was watching Edmund, and glanced back at Caspian, with something akin to mischief in his eyes. Caspian’s eyes narrowed.

‘No thank you, Reepicheep’ he said firmly, and determinedly took to rinsing out his own clothes again, purposefully not looking towards the pale vision he could still hear splashing around, occasionally talking to other crew members.

The mouse left him alone with his thoughts, and Caspian wondered how he was ever to talk to Edmund again without half wishing he were naked. Or, at least, top-half naked. Although, now he had thought about it, full naked but would be just as-

‘Gah’ he exclaimed, and shook his head firmly, ignoring the looks he was getting. This was getting ridiculous, he needed to get the thought Edmund and his stupidly lovely shoulders out his head.
Gathering up his things, he waded out of the shallow water onto the beach and made his way over to where lines were strung up for the wet washing.

Clearly he needed a wife. That the only explanation for his current obsession with Edmund (in particular, his shoulders). Honestly, looking that beautifully effeminate was bound to get attention, he thought meanly, studiously ignoring the fact that Lucy was also on the ship, and female besides.

Yes, having a wife would make things much more normal, much more what was expected. Then he could stare at his wife’s shoulders… Although, surely a woman’s shoulders wouldn’t be so invitingly slender with the muscles of a warrior underneath? That subtle strength that Caspian couldn’t help stare at. He turned and peeked around the trousers he was currently hanging towards the sea, where the crew were.

And found himself staring into straight into Edmund’s brown eyes.