They had hit the bed with such force the headboard cracked against the wall. He did not bother to pull the curtains as her hands worked to undress him and his mouth roved freely over her exposed throat. The air was filled with hushed whispers and groans. She gasped as he touched her and gave a small smirk when he reacted the same as her hand brushed against him through his pants. After that, he crashed upon her like waves upon the shore. She was helpless against him. She would have it no other way.
It was a few hours later when she awoke. The room was still dark when she opened her eyes, staying beneath the sheets draped over her person. He was beside her, where he always was. His back was turned towards her, as it always was. She watched the sinews of his muscles as he breathed, the rise and fall of his shoulders. It was hypnotizing. He was beautiful. He was so beautiful. And yet so far away.
He rolled over. The moonlight reflected off of something held tightly in his hand.
She frowned and leaned over, careful to keep her hair from trailing over his bare skin. A curving, bone-white horn lay upon his chest. His fingers flexed about its circumference. It was a protective gesture. She leaned back into the pillows thoughtfully. She had seen that very horn somewhere before, earlier. It was on the tip of her mind. Her teeth chewed on her lip of their own accord as she thought.
In a picture book. That's where she had seen it. It was a picture book in the King's personal library. She had been carousing on a rainy afternoon when she had found it. It was titled 'Narnia: The Golden Age' and it was a pleasant tale about roaring battles, dashing Kings, and -
Beautiful Queens.
She stopped short.
She looked at the horn again.
The lion's open jaws sneered at her. It lay between both of them, the barrier she had suspected, now materialized before her very eyes. She hugged herself at the emptiness that suddenly gnawed at her.
She remembered the beauty of the woman who had held the horn. The regal Queen had hair the color of a summer night sky and it reached down past her feet. She donned a gorgeous gown of reds and yellows and oranges, decorated with jewels and pearls and gems to simulate undulating flowers in a sunny, southern meadow.
Queen Susan the Gentle.
The horn was clasped in her hands as she smiled out at the reader.
She glanced back over at her husband. That horn was now in his hands.
And it explained everything.
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Hello all. I have had yet to put an Author's Note in any of my fics so far. Silly me. Anyway, just wanting to thank all of you who have read my stories and reviewed and such so far. Your responses are very much appreciated and only fuel the mischievous gears in my head. I really like this ship and really like the community so you haven't heard the last of me. Regardless, I have a hard time writing AU fics, though I love reading them, so most of the stories you will get from me will be the sad, angsty kind of things where Susan leaves after all and her and Caspian move on with their lives. I'm especially irked by the lack of information about Susan after Prince Caspian and so like to make up my own versions of what happened and what not.
Anywho, I ramble. This little drabble-ish story will not be the last you hear from me. Especially since Monday I'm going to see the movie again..teehee