"The Romance of the Darkness…"
By: queen scheherazade
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. C.S. Lewis does, god bless him. So don't sue me!
Please read and review! This is my first fully thought through (Well sort of…) and published fan fic. And flamers…please don't. You look stupid and I will ignore you.
Chapter One: These Dark Dreams of Mine...
The scarlet lips of that pale face, pressed against his own heaving golden chest. He opens his mouth in protest, only to find it covered in a furious kiss.
"Give into it Peter…" A voice, smooth as silk, washes over him, numbing his mind. "Give in…to the romance of the darkness…"
A slightly shaking pale hand is placed on his chest, another on his shoulder.
A pair of rich brown eyes looks into his own.
The gap between them closes, and he is falling…
The golden-haired king of Narnia started awake, jolting upright, the sweetness of his dream still lingering around him, tingling on his skin.
Peter Pevensie ruffled his hair with a groan, and glanced around his dorm room.
Luckily, all of his roommates were either out or too drunk to be woken.
Peter's eyes, without his prompting, strayed to one bed in particular, which was, thankfully, empty. The high king didn't think he could manage if Jake were there.
The dark-haired youth was a fantastic artist and poet, but also was quite a night owl, and Peter wasn't sure if he felt quite up to seeing the young man after the dream that had plagued him yet again.
Peter glanced at the calendar on his wall. Only eight days till holiday, when he would have to go home and face the source of his dreams…