Rising Sun (peter/edmund, pg-13)
Rising Sun
Peter/Edmund; PG-13; Fluff! / 300 words
Prompt: "crowns" at 100foraslan
Disclaimer: Teh Chronicles of Narnia is not mine.
Rising Sun
His first night in Peter's bed, not like they were when they were children, and I love you slides off Peter's tongue as easily as the sheets over Edmund's skin, and just as often. Skin has goosebumps - it's still new.
Peter falls next to him, breathless, and folds the sheets over them. Eyes looking at each other, locked, we really did this, didn't we unspoken. (Finally.) Is Edmund blushing?
He wakes up, lines in the bed where Peter had been. Peter pushes open the bathroom door, Hi, Ed, like old days, except now he smiles shyly. "Good - good morning," Edmund replies, clearing his throat of sleep, voice soft in morning.
Edmund finds his clothes across the floor and some tangled in the sheets, puts them on one-by-one, all rumpled. He doesn't know what to do, so he waits, places their crowns at the foot of the bed. They look beautiful there, together.
Peter's done bathing, he comes out, towel hanging just barely from his hand, he drips on the floor. Rummages through drawers, looks at Edmund and smiles. He changes in the bathroom, and comes back out, looks at Edmund seriously.
Kneel, he says, and Edmund obeys. Peter takes Edmund's crown from the foot of the bed, places it atop Edmund's head. "King Edmund," he says, "rise." He does.
Peter places a kiss to his forehead like he always does when he crowns his brother, a kiss to his temple and the corner of his eyes and a deliberate one to his mouth like he always wanted to. We really did this, and Edmund is most certainly blushing, now. Peter asks if he might escort Edmund back to his chambers to dress properly, and Edmund bows his head in assent.
(Hand-in-hand out the door and through the world.)
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Peter/Edmund; PG-13; Fluff! / 300 words
Prompt: "crowns" at 100foraslan
Disclaimer: Teh Chronicles of Narnia is not mine.
Rising Sun
His first night in Peter's bed, not like they were when they were children, and I love you slides off Peter's tongue as easily as the sheets over Edmund's skin, and just as often. Skin has goosebumps - it's still new.
Peter falls next to him, breathless, and folds the sheets over them. Eyes looking at each other, locked, we really did this, didn't we unspoken. (Finally.) Is Edmund blushing?
He wakes up, lines in the bed where Peter had been. Peter pushes open the bathroom door, Hi, Ed, like old days, except now he smiles shyly. "Good - good morning," Edmund replies, clearing his throat of sleep, voice soft in morning.
Edmund finds his clothes across the floor and some tangled in the sheets, puts them on one-by-one, all rumpled. He doesn't know what to do, so he waits, places their crowns at the foot of the bed. They look beautiful there, together.
Peter's done bathing, he comes out, towel hanging just barely from his hand, he drips on the floor. Rummages through drawers, looks at Edmund and smiles. He changes in the bathroom, and comes back out, looks at Edmund seriously.
Kneel, he says, and Edmund obeys. Peter takes Edmund's crown from the foot of the bed, places it atop Edmund's head. "King Edmund," he says, "rise." He does.
Peter places a kiss to his forehead like he always does when he crowns his brother, a kiss to his temple and the corner of his eyes and a deliberate one to his mouth like he always wanted to. We really did this, and Edmund is most certainly blushing, now. Peter asks if he might escort Edmund back to his chambers to dress properly, and Edmund bows his head in assent.
(Hand-in-hand out the door and through the world.)
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