Caspian had no idea what his legs were leading him to for his mind was too absorbed in the information his mentor had just revealed, that other things seemed too insignificant in comparison. As he was guided subconsciously to the royal garden (perhaps because his brain knew he would need somewhere with a seat and fresh air to think things through), he could not help but replay every detail of the conversation he just had with his professor. Possibly due to his lack of attention towards where exactly he was heading to, he bumped into someone that made him trip and fall.
Susan had grown tired of waiting for Caspian with just a boring history book in her hand. Under normal circumstances, a book about Narnia's past would keep her entertained for hours but nowadays, she was much too caught up in her affairs with Caspian that everything else was relatively much less dramatic and plain boring. Seeing that the sun was already high up the sky, she knew that it was already noon and that she had stayed in the garden for a total three hours without a tiniest hint of Caspian's presence. Sighing to herself, she decided to retreat to her bedroom and have the servants bring lunch to her room. After all, if Caspian were to find her to explain himself, it would be much more convenient for him to reach her.
She stood up, patted her skirt to ensure she was neat and clean before heading back to the castle. She had not the time to register the approach of another passerby and was knocked over. Before she knew, she had fell onto the ground with that careless person on top of her. She groaned at the sudden shock of her hitting the ground but thanked Aslan that the grass beneath her minimized the blow, or else, it would have required Lucy's healing cordial to fix her injuries.
"What do you think you are doing?" The queen muttered angrily, turning her head to face the troublemaker, only to be shocked by an equally surprised face.
"Queen Susan?" Caspian gasped. "I'm so, so sorry." He tried moving off of the queen but she had other plans.
Susan grabbed hold of his shirt, pulling him down to her with all her might. Now that he was here, she was letting him leave until she got to the bottom of his recently queer behavior.
"Don't you think about running away again, my Lord," She hissed, "I think you owe me an explanation about last night and this morning."
Meanwhile, Caspian found himself failing miserably to concentrate on her words. He had a hard time tearing his sight off of Susan's chest (which by lying down, she had exposed quite a lot of her milky skin and cleavage) and positioning himself at a right angle so that the Gentle Queen would not be alarmed by his possible erection (and with her décolleté pretty much exposed, he knew it wouldn't be long before his body revealed its excitement).
"Wha…what do you mean, my queen?" He managed to stutter, his wandering eyes finally settling on her face to rid himself of the distraction.
"I am of course talking about you leaving me so suddenly yesterday and running off this morning as soon as you saw me," she said, face flustered with anger and embarrassment that the King had not the slightest idea and needing her to say it out loud.
Realizing where the conversation was going, Caspian once again found himself in a dilemma. Should he risk hurting her feelings by lying about the truth or should he be honest and risk ruining their friendship or scaring her away?
For a few seconds, everything went silent as the Telmarine boy was deciding on a better response while Susan waited patiently for his answer. During this faithful moment, the girl realized their sudden proximity with his body basically crashed into hers and she held onto dear life of his shirt. Being the sensitive and observant girl she was, she noticed a sensation that she knew for sure had not been there before. Something warm and protruding was pressing onto her inner thighs and for some peculiar reason, it got her excited as it did when she had caressed herself in the tub for the very first time. She bit her lips, hoping for that sensation to fade but on the contrary, it only intensified and she was sure Caspian was going to sense her wetness through the thick layers of her dress. She then decided to slide herself downwards a bit so that her lower body rested between Caspian's legs and that, Aslan blessed her, he would not notice the symptoms that would reveal her gnarly thoughts.
Unfortunately, her attempts to lessen her sudden desires were in vain for they were in the most compromising position- the warm protrusion was pushing against her lower body. She still had no idea what that strange thing between Caspian and her was, but it was definitely not a good thing, for as soon as she shifted her position and the thing was now up against her nether regions, both teenagers hitched their breaths, let out moans and blushed feverishly. Neither dared to be the first to speak up to explain their situation or excuse him/herself. Whereas, secretively, they had both enjoyed the thrilling sensation that the accidental contact had brought them but were unwilling to voice out their pleasure for fear it would create even more awkwardness between them.
In the end, after a full whole minute of maintaining this compromising position, Caspian decided that, as a king and a gentleman, he ought to be the first to make a move, any move. He might know little about the sexual happenings of a man and woman, but he has enough knowledge to identify that the situation they were trapped in, if witnessed by others, would not bode well to either of their reputations, and he would not want Susan's name to be tainted because of him.
"I think I should leave," Caspian said, finally forming his words. He pushed himself off the ground but instead of standing up, he found himself crashing back onto Susan - the queen's grip on the king's shirt had not loosened and the resistance caused him to fall back onto her soft body once more. Susan grunted at the sudden collision when she felt a sensation up against her chest. She stared downwards to find that Caspian's hands were now barring his body from hers. It would have been a good thing if those big hands of his had not been cupping her breasts. Susan would have brushed off the contact and pretended it had not happened if her body had not decided to react.
The king, innocent as he was, had not realized what he had done until he felt something hardened against his palms. The sensation was familiar and he recalled that he had also felt something, pebble-like, stuck up against him when the two had been dancing, chest to chest, last night. For a minute, he forgot where he was and whom he was with and went on to investigate the strange protrusion.
He gently removed one hand from Susan's chest, to her relief. She was about to wiggle herself off the ground from beneath him when he did something that she had not expected. Caspian, unbeknown to the girl, had simply withdrawn his hands to support himself with one arm, whereas his right hand, still hovering over Susan's breast, began "experimenting". For a beginner, he poked at the nub. Susan unwillingly let out a gasp, her chest heaving up, which, to the boy-king's surprise, revealed the shape of the bumps as they pressed against the thin clothe that covered them. Fascinated, he became bolder and pinched the right nubble, gently but firmly. He had no idea why the action did what it did, but he could feel his trousers tenting up again. Meanwhile, Susan, still too shocked by Caspian's behavior to move away from his grasp, sensed that her undergarment was now most certainly wet through if it had not been before.
The texture of the nub had felt good between his fingers and he was massaging it fervently before neither of them knew. Suddenly, a thought, out of nowhere, rushed through him. He stopped his action on his hands (literally) and held it up to lick his fingers. Once again, the fingers returned to her chest. But instead of pinching it like he had done before, he attempted to coat the protrusion with his saliva so that, as the cloth was wet through, her excited nipples (not that he identified them as that) were visible to the naked eye. Susan's face turned bright red; if people had not noticed the erect nub before, they sure would now.
At that moment, Susan decided that the king had most certainly gone too far and that she had been wrong to indulge his manipulation earlier.
"Caspian, Caspian," she repeated a couple of times but the king seemed too absorbed to notice her calling. It was a sudden grasp of his wrist that brought him back to his senses.
"I think this should stop." Susan said in a wavering voice, Her eyes showed determination but her flushed cheeks said otherwise.
He did not register her words until his eyes darted to her chest and saw how her right nipple was sticking out like a soar thumb due to his doings. His eyes widened and so did his mouth, but no words came out.
It was then the girl realized that the king had not been aware of his promiscuous actions and turned redder (if possible) at the fact that she was the one thinking obscene things.
Muttering "See you at dinner, my King." under her breath, she scampered off, arms crossing in front of her chest to hide the evidence of the unruly event and leaving Caspian still in shock of what he had so stupidly done.
As promised, I have updated after a month's time. I hope you are satisfied with the chapter and enjoyed yourself. My next update would be a month from now, so be on the lookout for that. For the time being, it would be nice if you could leave a kind word and tell me your thoughts on the story. Anyways, talk to you soon and please forgive any grammatical mistakes I have made.