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Title: Chocolate Covered What?

Author: Rhion

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I'm just playing in CS Lewis' sandbox. It ain't mine, and I'm glad of it. Would have to rewrite the whole series if I did. That and Anna Popewell wouldn't have had her first onscreen kiss - she'd have had her first onscreen sex! (that's a reference to some interview I saw y'all.)

Summary: Playing with food is ever so much fun.

AN: For those who voted for some smut for smutness's sake. Again, this takes place after the events of I Believe and I Wish, and is just a random bit of fluff.

Susan watched as Caspian nabbed a scone, smearing a large quantity of chocolate on it, just how she liked it. He was just too perfect for words, as he grinned boyishly at her, holding out the confection. But at five months, Susan was starting to show just enough that she couldn't help but feel overweight no matter what. In only the last two weeks she had noticed that dresses that had merely been alittle snug were now far too tight to handle without the use of a corset. So now she was in a transitional stage according to her midwife, and soon enough she'd be obviously with child, and unable to hide it at all. Not that she really felt the need, but still, it was the principle of the thing.

So she shook her head, stopping him from trying to feed her, "I really need to lay off the chocolate Caspian."

"Why?" he looked beautiful when he was confused, his head cocked to the side, with those huge coffee eyes widened further, lips puckered just the tiniest bit.

"I'm getting fat. Well.. fat-er," waving a hand down at herself.

"You are not fat, just pregnant. But if you must decline the chocolate, then perhaps I shall have some..." giving her a lascivious look.

"Oh no, don't start that!" but she was laughing, as his hands went to the ties of her robe.

Allowing him to spread the material open, his gaze appreciative as he looked her over, and Susan felt herself go warm as she always did when under his gaze. Caspian slid from his chair, to brace himself on the arms of her chair, his lips curled up at the corners, nudging her knees apart. Smiling at him, Susan touched his chin with a fingertip, playfully tracing the cleft in it, before tangling her fingers in his messy hair. Licking her lips she saw her husband reach for the small pot of chocolate, and she wondered what his clever mind had come up with.

"Start what my love? I am merely going to have something sugary, and...sweet," his mouth formed the word, rolling it around in his mouth, so that it tripped of his tongue, like the most sensual of caresses, "for breakfast."

"Then don't let me stop you from it," massaging the wildness that fell around his face, and she debated telling him later that he needed a trim.

Though seeing how naughty his look was as he peaked at her through his bangs, while he took some of the sweet spread and smeared a touch of it over her mouth, was worth all the unruliness. Thought left her as she sighed in contentment, while he took her bottom lip between his, sucking it clean and she could taste the heavenly substance on his tongue when it swept into her mouth.

"Mmnow I see why you like this so much," waving the jar at her, before dabbing some on each of her nipples, "it is delicious. I do believe that it is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to eat."

Wet heat closed over the puckered flesh of her right nubbin as he engulfed it, and her oversensitive breasts shot pleasure to her core. Cupping his head, while his mouth worked magic on her there, Susan let out a low moan, her legs wrapping around his waist drawing him even nearer, wishing that he hadn't already dressed for the day. Caspian switched his attention to the twin of the first, and each firm lick drove her steadily deeper into madness.

"Caspian," Susan squeezed her eyes closed as she tried to get the friction she wanted, but he wouldn't let her, and she growled at him.

His laugh was low, very male and filled with a pleased pride, sending vibrations that she swore were felt all the way down to her toes. Thrusting her hips towards his while tightening her legs around him, she forced him flush with her. It was his time to moan, pressing his face in her breasts, while Susan rubbed against his groin, feeling the rock-hard cock that was trapped in his trews. Caspian retaliated by maneuvering his hand between them, to spread her lips so he could tease her clit with his skillful fingers.

"Caspian if you're not naked in two seconds and inside me, I'm seriously going to hurt you," struggling to get that out between each gasp as she shamelessly writhed against him.

With apparent effort Caspian pulled out of her grasp, because as much as she wanted him nude, she also didn't want to relinquish him either.

Moving swiftly, yanking at his clothes mumbling, "I do not think I can, oh by Aslan why do these fastenings have to be so difficult, fulfill your wishes within the timeframe you have given me." Caspian's shirt went sailing through the air as he struggled out of it, his tawny skin revealed, all his sinewy muscles shifting with each motion, "Finally! One down, too many to go!"

"Whatever, just get the important part out!" Susan grabbed him around the waist, tearing at the laces, she needed him and she needed him now. He'd been playing with fire when he had given her The Look, because with how her body was changing, and the surges of hormones, Susan found herself absolutely positively insatiable. That is when she wasn't worrying about being undesirable.

"Important part?" he quirked an eyebrow at her, while pushing her hands away long enough for him to grab one of the table knives, sawing through the ties on his pants. "I thought I was the important part. Ah, damn, come undone you, evil, possessed," muttering as he cut through a bad knot.

What felt like centuries - and was probably less than a minute - Caspian's pants were down around his ankles, and he was grabbing Susan by her hips. Enfolding him in her arms, Susan waited as he dragged her out of the chair, and he rocked back on his heels kneeling half on the floor, half upright. She could feel every ridge of his cock pressing against her belly, and it wasn't inside her, and that just would not do. Scrabbling for purchase, Susan angled her body against his until Caspian's tip was where she wanted it. Each glorious inch of his prick filled her with agonizing slowness, but he deserved to be punished for being so damn sexy.

"And cute. And sweet. And mine. And loving. And perfect," kissing his shoulders, neck and chest with each word, as Caspian's head was thrown back, Adam's apple bobbing as he let out long whimpers of his own.

"Wh-what?"

"Nothing, I'll tell you later," riding him like there was no tomorrow, frantic sounds escaping both of them as their hips ground together.

His arms flexed as he supported her bottom, fingers digging into the flesh there, and Susan could feel him flexing inside on purpose. The sensation was dizzying, and she was sure she was drunk, drunk on him; for the sweat that was starting to glisten on his skin from their frenetic pace, was quickly lapped up when it pooled in the dip of his throat. Everything got tight, and Caspian was bucking against her uncontrollably, eyes closed so tightly that a few tears of exertion leaked out, while his teeth bit down on his bottom lip. Susan's nails raked down his back as her insides quivered, and she was coming in bright flashes, milking his shuddering member, still writhing about madly in his arms.

Both of them collapsed on the floor, the rug beneath their tiny table cushioning their fall enough so that the stone wouldn't leave too many bruises. Not that she cared at the moment.

Tangled and panting in time, Susan reached up, pushing Caspian's bangs out of his eyes, "You okay?"

"I am well," nodding, his eyes still closed, his breathing still ragged, then one deep chocolate eye cracked open, "You?"

"More than," laying her head on his chest to listen to the rapid beat of his heart.

Their gasping slowed and then became normal over several minutes, and Susan became aware that she was annoyingly sleepy after their play. Repressing a yawn, she wiggled her hips, feeling Caspian's mostly limp manhood and his spilled seed inside her, which made her smile. It was reassuring to feel him there, when not so long ago she had thought she wouldn't ever be joined to him again.

A calloused fingertip traced her cheek, "What has you smiling so?"

"You," nuzzling his chest, and laying a kiss over his heart.

"Ah. So, I have a thought."

Unable to help a giggle, "Fancy that, a thought. Does it hurt much having one?"

He snorted, rolling onto his back while keeping her pressed to him, "Do you wish to hear it or not?" Susan nodded though she was starting to drift off, "I think I like combining my favorite foods."

"Mph, what?" raising her head to look at him quizzically.

"Chocolate and you, I find it to be part of a very balanced breakfast, do you not think so?"

"Chocolate covered Susan a la Caspian - I can live with that."

AN: You know in my old fandom they called me the smut princess. glances up at what she just wrote And I think you can see why.