Susan was sitting in front of the mirror, putting her dark hair in a braid for the night. Caspian couldn't resist, seeing her pale neck so smooth, so…bare.
He came up behind her and started undoing the laces of her dress.
"Allow me to help you, my queen."
"Really, Caspian, there's no need to-" she stood up.
"I insist."
With the laces undone, the dark green dress fell from Susan's shoulders and crumpled onto the floor. Caspian began to kiss his way up her neck, his hand traveling down her back. It stopped as it met more cloth.
"And what is this," he said disdainfully, pulling back.
A blush worked it way up into Susan's cheeks.
"It's, it's a corset. It keeps my, er, women's chest in trim."
"Hmm. Well, we'll just have to get rid of that, won't we?" He fumbled with the laces of the corset.
"Caspian, I-"
"Hush.." The corset fell to the ground. She was perfect and she was all his.
"And what about these?"
"Petticoats, to fill out the skirt."
"They might be trickier. Come."
"No, Caspian, this is going too far."
"Can't turn back now." He grabbed her despite her protests and threw her over his shoulder. He searched for a suitable place. His eyes lit up as they spotted the bed.
He dumped her on the bed and the petticoats soon came off. Only one thing remained.
"You are familiar with drawers, are you not? Seeing as men wear them too?" Susan said coldly.
"Yes, yes, of course. However, at the moment I think you'd look much better without them." He smiled maliciously.
He gazed down at her, au naturel, and decided she was indeed the most perfect thin in the world, that the very stars dimmed in comparison. Her dark eyes bore into his, and under a look of disapproval, said only one thing. I love you.
He leaned down to kiss her.
He was stopped.
"Your turn, my king."
He grinned. "With pleasure."
"Oh no, the pleasure is al mine, your majesty."
"Glad to be of service to you, my queen."
It was a long and passionate night.
