Short author's note: This is my first fanfic, so please be kind!
Summary: Peter Pevensie learns to dance (in his own words); just family fluff, slightly mature ideas proposed at the end
P.S. - this story is based sometime during the Golden Years of Narnia, a year after Peter's wedding - AU, obviously
Based off of lemonsmania's story "May I Have This Dance?"
Enjoy!
How in the Lion's name did I get roped into this?
A ball? Really?
Do I really have to make a fool of myself by trying to dance gracefully?
If only I had been paying more attention to Susan's idle chatter - or what I thought it was - during the past few days. I might have been able to avoid all of this! Oh well. The damage has been done. Oh, what was it that she said about lessons?
[Flashback]
"...And an instructor from Archenland will be here tomorrow!"
Wait...what? I hadn't really been paying attention until then. I asked Susan why we needed an instructor, and for what.
"Why, so we can all learn the old Narnian and Archenlander dances before the ball next month!"
"Dances? Ball? What are you talking about?"I ask, betraying my inattentiveness to my overly-peppy sister.
"The Anniversary Ball, Peter! Haven't you been listening? It's been a year since your' wedding, and you agreed that we could plan to have a gala to celebrate! Don't you remember?"
"Oh yeah. The Anniversary Ball. Wait...I'm not actually going to have to dance, am I?"
"Peter!" (from all sides)
"It's a ball, Pete! Of course we'll have to dance."
That from my sarcastic git of a brother, Edmund.
"But I'm a horrible dancer! I have two left feet! I can't keep time to save my life! I..."
My rantings were cut short by my darling and 5-months pregnant wife, Rachel.
"You danced wonderfully at our wedding, Peter. Remember?"
"But that was only one dance!"
[End Flashback]
I didn't win that argument. Then again, it was 3 against 1 (Lucy mercifully was reading nearby and chose not to take sides), so it was hardly fair.
Nor was the dancing lesson, the next day.