Waking up early was very sensible. Getting a head start on duties and tasks that needed to be done was a smart thing to do; something that she'd been doing for years now. Susan thought to herself as she lay awake in bed. It was a habit that had started long ago and she felt no need to give up on it now. Others…..tended to disagree with her, but she could not be swayed.
Sunshine filtered through the windows and reminded her, the rest of the dwelling would be waking up soon. Taking a deep breath of contentment she turned over and smiled at her companion's sleeping form. He was still adamant against getting up earlier than ten o'clock. She had a feeling she would be waking him from slumber for a long time.
Somehow this didn't sadden her in the least.
How long has it been now? She thought. Almost two years since Peter, Edmund and Lucy returned to England. What a decision that had been for her. For a while she had wondered if she'd made the right choice. But at moments like this she couldn't help but feel she'd done the right thing for herself.
Somehow, this amazing man wanted to be with her and she with him. It was almost too good to be true.
Softly she brushed his hair away from his face and admired his softened expression. A small wave of pride came over her as she thought that she was the only one who got to see this Caspian. Not King Caspian or Caspian, the Hero of the Narnians......just Caspian, a man who still got mad that she could beat him in archery.
Said man, stretched in his sleep causing Susan to almost jump from surprise. But he only turned on his side, facing his wife and went back into sleep.
Or so she thought.
His arm reached over under the covers and hooked around her waist, pulling her closer. But as she scooted closer, he pushed at her hip.
At first confused, she realized his intent and turned over so that his chest was now to her back. His arm draped over her stomach and she held onto it in comfort.
Damn this man, he made staying in bed so tempting. But there was a whole party to plan and advisors to be met with. She was about to remind him of this when he began to hum a tune in her ear; a slow, sweet melody that caused her to melt. Which wasn't a term she used often.
"Maybe we could sleep-in, just this once." She meant to say sternly, but as it left her lips, it lost the hardness she wanted.
"I like that plan." Was all he said as they drifted back to sleep for a few more hours.
A little short I know, but I've been trying to get back in a Suspian mood. So I thought I'd try a few drabbles to get me started.