the art of kissing | pete/ed - pg - fluff
The Art of Kissing
Peter/Edmund, hinted Caspian/Susan; PG; Fluff / 400 words
Author's Note: Movieverse. Some details changed for my own purposes.
Prompt: "The true history of..." at 100foraslan.
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia series by C.S. Lewis is not mine, except in dreams.
The Art of Kissing
Edmund finds Peter half-asleep in a secluded compartment. "Pete?" His brother makes a sound, something like a snore, and starts.
"Oi, Ed. What's up?"
"I was just, er, wondering," he begins. "Susan and Caspian? Am I the only one who didn't see it coming?"
Peter laughs. "Surprised? I actually thought it was rather callous of them both, you know, considering - er - "
"Have you ever kissed anyone, Peter?"
"What?" His brother blushes brightly. "Why does it matter, Ed?"
"Do you like it?"
"Ed! I've never - not really. Not - not like that."
"Me neither. It looked gross, that's why I was - " he imitates his earlier open-mouthed, staring-eyed face of before. "My sister. Yeuch!"
Peter laughs at him.
"Why's it so great, anyway? It looked all slobbery."
"I suppose it is."
"But you don't know."
"Well, no."
"Do you want to try?"
He thinks first yes, and then realizes maybe Edmund meant them. The two of them. Together. Wasn't that illegal?
"Don't be ridiculous! We can't."
Edmund stands to sit next to Peter, dangerously close and looking at him with intent eyes.
"No, Ed. We can't."
Maybe -
"Just pretend."
Peter looks behind his brother for a moment at the compartment door. He tentatively puts his hand on Edmund's cheek and thinks he would, thinks he could stop this juggernaut if he wanted to.
He leans forward to put his mouth near his brother's cheek. "There," he whispers lightly, "that's as much as I'll do."
Edmund turns his head slightly and his lips brush Peter's. Peter, surprised at the contact and maybe slightly angry (and completely embarrassed), gasps thickly. And then, somehow - maybe because it's like a thunderstorm, lightning striking so close it lights up the sky and so far it's still beautiful - Peter presses back, and leans into Edmund.
Peter means to say something more, like "We can do this, and should," or perhaps even "This isn't gross at all, really," but his brain ceases working. Maybe it was the lack of air or the feeling of the apple under his tongue or the way the train is moving underneath them, against them like a current.
Maybe for the next few years or even the rest of their lives they find spare time to sneak away from everyone and into one another.
Maybe Edmund finds out what's so great about kissing after all.
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Peter/Edmund, hinted Caspian/Susan; PG; Fluff / 400 words
Author's Note: Movieverse. Some details changed for my own purposes.
Prompt: "The true history of..." at 100foraslan.
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia series by C.S. Lewis is not mine, except in dreams.
The Art of Kissing
Edmund finds Peter half-asleep in a secluded compartment. "Pete?" His brother makes a sound, something like a snore, and starts.
"Oi, Ed. What's up?"
"I was just, er, wondering," he begins. "Susan and Caspian? Am I the only one who didn't see it coming?"
Peter laughs. "Surprised? I actually thought it was rather callous of them both, you know, considering - er - "
"Have you ever kissed anyone, Peter?"
"What?" His brother blushes brightly. "Why does it matter, Ed?"
"Do you like it?"
"Ed! I've never - not really. Not - not like that."
"Me neither. It looked gross, that's why I was - " he imitates his earlier open-mouthed, staring-eyed face of before. "My sister. Yeuch!"
Peter laughs at him.
"Why's it so great, anyway? It looked all slobbery."
"I suppose it is."
"But you don't know."
"Well, no."
"Do you want to try?"
He thinks first yes, and then realizes maybe Edmund meant them. The two of them. Together. Wasn't that illegal?
"Don't be ridiculous! We can't."
Edmund stands to sit next to Peter, dangerously close and looking at him with intent eyes.
"No, Ed. We can't."
Maybe -
"Just pretend."
Peter looks behind his brother for a moment at the compartment door. He tentatively puts his hand on Edmund's cheek and thinks he would, thinks he could stop this juggernaut if he wanted to.
He leans forward to put his mouth near his brother's cheek. "There," he whispers lightly, "that's as much as I'll do."
Edmund turns his head slightly and his lips brush Peter's. Peter, surprised at the contact and maybe slightly angry (and completely embarrassed), gasps thickly. And then, somehow - maybe because it's like a thunderstorm, lightning striking so close it lights up the sky and so far it's still beautiful - Peter presses back, and leans into Edmund.
Peter means to say something more, like "We can do this, and should," or perhaps even "This isn't gross at all, really," but his brain ceases working. Maybe it was the lack of air or the feeling of the apple under his tongue or the way the train is moving underneath them, against them like a current.
Maybe for the next few years or even the rest of their lives they find spare time to sneak away from everyone and into one another.
Maybe Edmund finds out what's so great about kissing after all.
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