Don-Jam: thank you! I think it's such an interesting ship, it's done far too less.
A/N: This time it's from Edmund's point of view.
Disclaimer: Nope, not C.S. Lewis.
Edmund came from sword practise with his brother Peter, being all sweaty, nifty and dirty. He wished he still had the time to sleep one hour or another before dinner as he was pretty exhausted, but he knew he just had time for a change of clothes and to have a wash. As he raised his arm to sniff at himself, he wrinkled his nose.
"Urgh. Seems as if I really need to take a bath…" he mumbled to himself as he entered his chambers and went to search some fresh clothes and draw himself a bath.
While Edmund did so, his mind wandered to Susan. He had seen her standing on her balcony, watching their practise, and that had distracted him so much that Peter had a walk-over with him. He couldn't wait to see her at dinner again, and asked himself (for what seemed to be the hundredth time) what he had done to deserve her.
Edmund looked into Susan's beautiful grey eyes and figured how he should do this. He had looked into the eyes of numerous girls before, every time before he had kissed them. In the past year, in which he had finally noticed the female gender, he had had more girlfriends as he could count on both of his hands, but no one had been the right for him. He would seduce and after a while ditch them, because he wasn't happy with any of them. Some were too serious, others were too witty. Some were too daft, others were extremely clinging. It wasn't until two weeks ago that he found out what his problem was: it wasn't the girls he had been with, it was himself, because he had fallen in love with his beautiful sister.
And now he stood there, looking into her eyes on a walk in the night, a walk he had done with so many girls before.
"I'm sorry, Susan," he said, meaning every word of it. And finally he had the courage to bring their lips together. It wasn't that he had no self-confidence – in fact, Edmund was known as a very good kisser and many girls adored him – but this was his sister, someone who deserved better than her younger brother who was in love with her in a most unholy way.
What surprised him, though, was that she kissed him back, pulling her arms around his neck and sighing in what seemed to be a relieved way. They both began to stagger as the kiss deepened and became more and more passionate and Edmund forced his sister to stumble the way to the next tree. He grabbed her wrists and pressed her against the tree, trailing kisses all the way down her throat and causing long-drawn moans. Susan's fingernails dug into his flesh as she freed her hands and clutched his neck tightly.
Edmund shivered as he thought of what had also happened in this night. He shook his head, as he was done bathing and getting dressed and he needed to have a clear mind at dinner. There had been some close moments when his mind had wandered to his sister during any of the meals, and he really didn't need another one of those moments. Forcing his mind upon different matters, he walked to the dining room.
As he sat down (a little bit too late), though, he noticed that Susan wasn't there. He took a sip of his wine, and asked, trying to sound all casual: "Where's Susan?"
"She's in her chambers," Lucy answered. "She told me she wasn't feeling very well and wasn't hungry."
Concerned, Edmund began to eat. He hoped that it was nothing too serious and decided to look after his sister as soon as he was done with dinner. The thought of seeing her again quickened his meal and he was finished long before Peter and Lucy were.
"I think I'm going to bed," he said, getting up. "I'm tired from practise today. Maybe I'll drop in at Susan's to check upon her."
Quietly Edmund knocked at Susan's door and entered her chambers without waiting for any response. She was standing in front of the window, with her back to the door, and Edmund had some seconds' time to take in her silhouette and her female curves which he loved so much. He sighed quietly and Susan turned around, facing him.
"Edmund!" she cried, running the short way towards him and throwing herself into his arms. He thought he heard a little sob as Susan buried her face in his neck. "Finally," she whispered.
"What's the matter, Susan?" Edmund asked, caressing her back as he felt that she was upset. "Lucy said you were not feeling well."
"That was only more or less true," Susan answered, looking up. "We really need to talk. I-I don't think I can do this any longer."
"What do you mean?" Edmund guided his sister the way to her bed and they both sat down. Susan laid her head on his shoulder, allowing him to continue his caressing.
"We need to tell them. At least Lucy and Peter. I mean, they've got a right to know."
"You mean we should tell them about us? Lion's mane, Susan, do you know what this means?"
Susan said nothing, but Edmund thought he heard another sob. Nonetheless he continued, as his sister had definitely gone mad.
"How do you want to tell them that…that…that we're doing what we're doing? Do you really think they would understand? Do you think they'd understand the love we share? I mean, not even I understand what it is I'm feeling, I just know that I love you as I never loved anyone before. But Lucy and Peter can't understand this. Do you really want to tell them that we're not only brother and sister, but that we've been sleeping with each other for the past two months? Damn it, Susan, they'd never understand."
"And do you want to continue lying forever? Everyday we're not telling them we're lying to them, and I just can't live with this lie anymore."
Edmund got up, pacing up and down in front of Susan and running his hand through his hair several times until it was completely dishevelled.
"And what," he began, his voice trembling with fear. "Do you think they will say?"
"I don't know. But nothing is any worse than never telling them."
"Nothing?" Edmund stopped in his pace, taking Susan's hands. He noticed that they were cold and sweaty. "Susan, I almost lost Peter before. I know it was my entire fault, but I don't want this to repeat itself. And Lucy…you don't know how important you are to her."
"Do you think it'd be better if they found out themselves, catching us in the act like some criminals? And sooner or later, they're going to find out. Don't you want to tell them willingly, at a time you choose yourself?"
Edmund sighed. She was insane, completely insane. And still, she had a point. But he was afraid what would happen. What if Peter's natural protective instinct would be awakened? Edmund wanted to continue that good relationship with his brother he had built the past years. And still…
Again, Edmund ran a hand through his hair. "Alright," he said. "Alright, we tell them. But I want you to promise that, whatever happens, whatever they're going to say, you won't turn your back on me. Even if they're going to outlaw what we're sharing or anything…"
Susan stood up, tears in her eyes, and Edmund felt that his eyes were burning too. "Of course, Ed. I'll never turn my back on you. But we really have to tell them."
Almost naturally, their lips met, and they embraced each other so tightly Edmund couldn't figure out whose tears he had on his cheeks.
"Could you stay here for the night?" Susan asked as they had pulled apart.
"Of course," Edmund answered.
They both lay down in Susan's bed. Edmund felt that it wasn't about sex that night – his sister needed him to be with her, and he would ever be with her if she needed him. He tucked them both in and took Susan's hand under the sheets. She moved until their bodies met in a warm embrace and heaved a content sigh.
"I love you." Susan said, reaching up to curl a strand of Edmund's hair around her finger.
"I love you too. Forever more." Edmund answered, gently kissing her temple. He feared what would happen when they told their siblings, but whatever they'd say – he would never leave Susan. Finally, he had found his true love.