No Turning Back

Main Characters: Susan, Caspian, and Peter

Synopsis: Susan never thought of the kiss she gave Caspian would change his relationship with her. Now the young king harbors a passion for her that he doesn't know if he can keep in. He's demanding, possessive, and he frightens her. And Susan never realized how horrid his temper was.

Genre: Angst, Romance

Ages: Caspian: 24, Susan: 19, Peter: 21, Edmund: 16, Lucy: 14

Disclaimer: This is called .net, and everyone knows that nobody on this site owns anything (even if we wish we did—me)… But I put this disclaimer on to satisfy myself and the readers. I love you!

I love reviews and I check my stories for more everyday. My readers—you are shy! Why? I love you still the same, though. Please no flames. If you have a problem with the story, PM me, or keep it inside and go yell at your stuffed hippo named Tubs.

Warning: Yes, my story does sort of hold some pevencest. Literally no lemon between Pete and Su, but lemonade for Suspian. 'Cause Caspian likes lemonade… though nothing too dramatic to be M… yet…. Maybe, just maybe, I'll something M.

P.S.: KUDOS TO MY FIRST REVIEWER! I GIVE SHOUTOUTS!

C.S. Lewis is a very talented writer and whilst in the midst of reading the fourth book Prince Caspian I found that his writing style is very old and descriptive… he uses words like "By Jove". And I know who Nikabrik, Trumpkin, and Reepicheep are!

Inspiring songs: The Call-Regina Spektor, Stars Are Blind-Paris Hilton, Come Back to Me-Sara Jackson-Holman, Us-Regina Spektor.

Just to let you know, I am a Suspian fan and I hate Lilliandil (Ramandu's daughter) and Caspian. CASPIAN IS ONLY FOR SUSAN! NO LILLIANDIL! HATE HER! Once I found out that he marries her, I wanted to go inside of the books and stab her myself, but a serpent did that for me. Hallelujah! And don't give me flame for this.

Hopefully you'll like this chapter because I am in my hole of peace (You could also call it sitting on my bay window during a thunderstorm). ENJOY THE STORY!

Chapter One:

Every spring there was a ball to celebrate the departure of winter. Ever since the Golden Age, when the White Witch reigned all of the sacred land of Narnia, winter was dreaded and hoped to pass by quickly. But now, in the age and era of Prince Caspian, winter was hardly a worry.

Queen Susan the Gentle always attended these balls. Spring was her favorite season because the bitter bite of winter would disappear and the warm sun would once more back the tough skin on her back.

Tonight was the fifth annual ball and as usual, Susan and the rest of the Pevensie children were attending.

She stood in front of the mirror, applying cherry red lipstick to her full lips. Susan was determined to look dashing before the crowd of Narnians and Telmarines… and someone else. She wore a tight blue dress with this ribbons hanging in a bow on her back. Never had she looked so beautiful in a dress crafted by hand.

Susan also loved that it matched her eyes better than any of her other dresses. She bit her lip nervously. She had to admit that she was very nervous to face that "someone else" after she kissed him and returned to Finchley. That "someone else" was Caspian. She tugged on the frilly sleeves of the blue frock, pushing them down to the bottoms of her shoulders. Perfect.

The Pevensies had returned to Narnia a year ago, and the young King Caspian was nowhere in sight; he was leading a battle in Tashbaan. But now that he was back, Susan hard a hard time getting him off of her mind. "Su, you've been in the bathroom for an hour. I have to pee," She laughed at Edmund's irritable voice.

"Alright, alright, Ed. Don't get your knickers bunched up in a knot." Susan added that last touch to her tumbling brown locks and opened the door to her cranky brother. "Girls seem to have an intimate relationship with the bathroom."

Susan ruffled his raven hair with a smile. "Yes, Ed. We make out with the toilets." Sarcasm dripped in her voice. It seemed to be the only way to talk to Edmund these days. She walked down the hallway, which smelt of perfume and cologne. "Peter, you clearly need help with that." She watched him pathetically try to fasten the tie around his neck, before she swatted his hands away.

"Good grief, you've put it on backwards!" She laughed loudly as she turned it round and fixed it for him. She didn't notice the tense state that Peter was in when she touched his skin. "There," She smiled up at him. "Good as new."

"I could've done that myself, mother." She never understood why he called her 'mother' until she flattened a strand of hair on his head with a bit of saliva on her fingertip. "My bad," Realizing her mistake.

"C'mon, Su! The people are waiting for us to start the ball!" Little Lucy chirped from down the hall. Susan linked her arm in Peter's and pulled him down the hall. The four royals stood on the balcony before the monstrous horde of Narnians and Telmarines, who cheered and clapped in their presence. Peter raised a hand to silence them all before he spoke. Susan's stomach churned as she forced her eyes to search in the crowd. "I, High King Peter of Narnia, welcome you to the fifth annual Spring Ball. Winter has departed and festivities will begin. The sun will shine, the coldness will rot and we shall have—"

"Long live Aslan and have a great time here at the fifth annual Spring Ball." Edmund finished for him. Short and sweet was the answer for everything in Edmund's secret world. Speeches bore him to death, but when it came to Peter's speeches to interrupted… Edmund had to watch his back. Peter stared at him for a second, shaking his head slightly but maintained his smile.

"Yes, try to have a great time at the ball, dear Ed." He seethed through his teeth. It was when she looked away from her brothers did she spot him in the crowds. He stood out like a sore thumb to her, his dashing grin, his silky smooth hair that fell to his shoulders. A man with a muscular body, a cleft chin, and soft brown eyes that could see right through her. Her jaw dropped when he motioned for her to come down, or he'd come up to her. "What is it, Su?" Lucy asked, following the line of gaze.

"Ah, the return of Susan's true love…" Lucy whispered. "…will be the death of her…" Susan finished with a small moan. When Caspian grinned at her again, she felt a sudden jolt of electricity surge through her body. "You have to go down, Su!" Lucy squeaked loudly. "No, I can't…"

"If you don't I'll tell Edmund to hold you here while I go fetch Caspian and bring him up." Her shoulder's slumped. "I'm going, okay?"

As she walked away, Peter asked, "Where's she going?" Lucy looked up at her brother. "She's going to meet Caspian. Why?" Peter didn't reply. He walked to the edge of the balcony, and stared out in the crowd, with a lethal look in his eyes. Lucy didn't know why he looked at Caspian like that, but she could tell that it couldn't be good.

Susan bit her lip as she made her way down the stairs. "So help me Aslan if I faint…" She could see him searching from afar, his deep chocolate eyes searching for her in the distance. She was reluctant to let those eyes fall on her, but she stepped out from the shadows and let herself be seen. Caspian let her legs rest by coming to her rather than vice versa. "Susan, I thought you'd never return." He said eagerly. "I thought so too," She mumbled, a pretty blush beginning to stain her cheeks.

To her stomach's horror, and heart's delight, Caspian wrapped her up in his arms, resting his forehead on her shoulder. The feel of his body against hers made her shiver despite his warmth. "I've missed you," Caspian's voice was soft as he kissed her bare shoulder. She nodded into his chest, stunned greatly by the presence of his lips on her skin. "Y-yes,"

Her heart pumped faster as he pulled back to look at her. "You're blushing like crazy—did I do something wrong?" Susan reached a shaky hand up to touch her burning hot cheek. She probably could fry an omelet on her face. "Um, no…I-I-I, you must excuse me…I must use the Ladies Room."

That was the best you could think of? She scolded herself as she ran away; she scolded herself for running away in the first place. She made her way into the castle, and found the bathroom. She looked at her face, which was a lovely shade of scarlet. She scolded herself again for making Caspian think that it was his fault. He was perfect! What would he possibly worry over? What could he?

She pulled the front of her dress to hide "herself" more. She hated being in the presence of such… such a man. "Susan, are you feeling alright?" She nearly melted at the sound of his Spanish accent. "I'm fine, Caspian." She said, pushing the door back open. "I thought you were sick." He worried to her. "I just had to use the toilet." She replied with a small smile.

"Well I thought you might want some wine." He said, offering the glass to her. "Thank you." She merely replied and took the glass from his hand. Caspian walked her to the couches to chat. "How was…war?" Susan asked him, trying to find a subject that was talk-able. "Tashbaan was simply horrific." Caspian replied with a laugh. "I've never seen so many barbaric people in all of my life, and many have come close."

Susan giggled softly at that, and when she did, Caspian's eyes widened. "I live with two barbarians. And their names are Edmund and Pete—"

"Susan?" She turned her head towards a confused looking Peter coming towards her. "Speaking of the devil," She smiled to Caspian. "I didn't know you drank." He said angrily. His deep-sea blue eyes fell upon the young king sitting next to her and gave him a dirty look. "Well you know now." She said. "You're only 19—too young to be drinking."

"So were you at 19, but did that stop you? No. Besides, we're in Narnia, not Finchley." She turned back to Caspian, but Peter clearly was not ready to give in yet. "But I knew what I was doing, and you don't." Susan gritted her teeth together angrily.

"Fine Peter, have it your way. I don't know what I'm doing." She paused to lift the glass to her lips and took a big sip. "I don't know what I'm doing. But what I do know is that I like it and I'll keep doing it if I wish to." She grabbed Caspian's hand and peeled him off of the couch and around the corner.

Peter felt anger boil up in the abysmal darkness of his stomach as he watched them walk away hand-in-hand. He tried to hold it back as he ate a piece of the blueberry pie on his plate, but he couldn't stand it any longer. As he let out a cry of frustration, he smashed the china plate of pie on the ground, and stalked off in the other direction.

Everyone fell silent as the High King exited the room—a result of being told off by a girl. But they quickly started a conversation and carried on with whatever they were doing before the loud interruption.

"Sorry you had to see that," She murmured to him. "It's alright, my Queen." It shook her a little when she realized that she lived with Caspian in the castle—and that her chambers were closer to his than she wanted them to be. (Now that their castle in Cair Paravel is in ruins)

"I've discovered a room in the depths of the castle that I'd love to show you. It will be my gift to you, as a welcome home gift."

"I came home a year ago, Caspian."

"Well you're new here to me."

"I suppose so." She followed him down the hall, wondering what room he was going to give her. She'd been to nearly every room in the castle, so she couldn't imagine she wouldn't know where they were to go. "We're going to a small library. And Lucy's told me you liked books." Susan did like books. She read a book every week, and would finish by Sunday, and then travel to castle library for a new one.

They were usually romantic books; Susan liked to think that her relationship with Caspian would someday end up like the ones she read about in the books.

As he made haste down a tunnel she'd never ventured through, Caspian could feel his heart pounding and thrashing around in his chest. And he had never felt anything so queer before in his life as Susan stuck close to his side like their clothes were stitched together. "Are we there yet?" A common sentence when one began to get bored. "Yes, my Queen. A few more corners to dodge, and then we'll be there."

"Caspian, I deeply appreciate your gratitude, but I've been on my feet all day and do not wish to travel any more…" She trailed off as the young king push opened two doors revealing the library he'd promised. "You call this small?"

There were two levels to the library, with a winding staircase leading up. Books ambushed the old wooden chest holding their ground in the room. Who could count how many books there were? Susan could also tell the library was old; cobwebs hung from the tops, and dust covered the books. But she didn't care. Sure, it didn't look very appealing, but her mother always told her to not "judge a book by its cover".

"To me it is small, my Queen. When I lived with Miraz, he owned a private library ten times the size of this. Books everywhere, as far as the naked eye could see. It was only for my aunt, Queen Prunaprismia, who adored books almost as much as you do. When he died, and Prunaprismia went to live in the human-world you call 'Finchley', the people here remodeled it into a series of guest chambers. I don't know why, though. It was magnificent."

As he turned to gaze down at Susan, he noticed that she was no longer standing beside him. Caspian found her sitting in a corner, eyes feasting upon a large book. He watched her blow the dust from the maroon cover so she could see the title better. "You like the library?" It was an obvious question. "Oh, yes, yes, yes! Best gift ever,"

He knelt beside her, tilting his head to look at the lopsided cover in golden font. "I should really give you something in return, Cas—" He quickly silenced her by covering her full red lips with his finger. "Nothing is needed that I do not already have," She blushed deeply at the comment. "Certainly there is something that you must not have. One cannot own everything in Narnia, can they?"

Yes, I suppose there is something I do not have. He thought, still gazing down at her. I do not have you. But I will have you soon. Suddenly a wave of something peculiar swept over him and he did something that he could hardly believe—and all he needed was 3 seconds of valor and nerve to do it. He slipped a finger under her chin and pulled her beautiful face up to his: One. He leant in towards her and captured her lips in a passionate kiss full of want and need: Two. He broke the wonderful kiss reluctantly to look at her face and smile. Breathe a sigh of relief, for this is what he'd wanted to do again for so long: Three.

She gulped and opened her lips to speak, but nothing came out. Her hands fumbled to her lips and she jumped when she felt the warmth that his lips made on hers. "I have to…go." Susan slammed the book (which she didn't even read) and left him there, wanting her more than anything he could ever dream of. She was his dream.

"My Queen, I am sorry if I offended you in any way possible—"

"You didn't." She replied, a blush burning her cheeks.

"Then why do you run?" Caspian was perfect—too perfect for her. Why would he want her, anyways? He was Caspian X, and had ladies falling at his feet. But why in the world would he want her?

She stopped for a moment, thinking things over. "I am sorry, but I must leave." She panicked. She left Caspian in the library, she left him on a cliff. On a cliff a million miles away, 1000 miles high. He was going to fall, and she didn't know if she could catch him.