Random Susan long-ish drabble-ish thing. May write more with her later. She's channeling well. Don't own it.
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"Have you done this before?" he asks, leaning close, and Susan blinks.
"I...I have never done this before…" he murmured, his voice hesitant, and as soft as his touch. Susan smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek.
"It's alright." she leaned her body against him, melting her lips against his…
"Suse?" he presses.
"Mmm…" Susan's fingers teased his hair, tangling in the long dark strands. His first movements against and within her are clumsy, and her hands slid down to cradle his hips in her palms. She gasped when he obeyed the touch, brushing just the right place…
"Yes."
He was a fast study, and more disciplined than she'd expected. He didn't give in to his release until she found hers and then, even as he shuddered and his muscles tightened beneath her fingers, he held her gently and cradled her like something precious in his arms.
Abruptly uninterested in the current activities, Susan rolls from the bed, fingers reaching to refasten the buttons of her blouse.
"Suse?" her would-be paramour frowns, reaching for her.
"I have to go."
For Peter, it had been a sword. For Ed, a duel. For Lucy, a lion. But for Susan, it hadn't been so easy. Not until she'd lain in Caspian's arms, held like the treasure she had once been, had Susan felt like a queen again.
She reaches for her bag, slinging it over her shoulder and turning to the door.
"Suse? What's wrong?" He's rising from the bed now, eyes wide and hand reaching as though he could prevent her departure.
"I have to go."
"What?" He jumps from the bed, scrambling for his pants. "Why?"
She just shakes her head, and shuts the door behind her.