"Did you and Caspian...?" Susan asked eagerly.
Caspian and Peter hadn't returned until morning, and Susan had dragged Peter off to interrogate him. She pushed him on his butt, sat down next to him and started questioning, leading to this particular question.
"No, not yet. I mean we went for a swim and slept next to each other, but we haven't, you know, yet," Peter said, shrugging, "It'll happen when its time."
"Swimming?" Susan asked, "...with clothes?"
Peter smiled lightly, "No."
Susan lit up, "So you saw it!" She nodded approvingly.
"Susan, I am surprised at you, really, can't you keep your dirty little mind at bay," Peter stood up, "Honestly! I'm not going to talk to you about that."
"Just tell me..." she followed him, "Is it big?"
Peter groaned, and started laughing, "Susan, really."
"I'll just keep asking you, Peter, so spill."
"Fine, fine," Peter glared at her.
"Well..." Susan hit him on the shoulder, "Tell me!"
"Dose this make you mad, me not telling you?" Peter grinned.
Susan sighed, "Possibly."
"I'm not saying," Peter hurried off and Susan scowled, following.
That night, Peter and Caspian snuck off again. This time, Peter led the way to a large cliff that overlooked miles and miles of Narnia, as the sun began to set. Caspian leaned back against a rock and Peter settled between his legs, his head under Caspian's chin.
"Caspian, do you..." Peter faltered. "Do you want to..."
"...What?" Caspian asked quietly.
"You know," he pulled back and turned to face him, placing his hands on Caspian's chest, "I mean, last night at the lake, it sort of felt like we might..."
Caspian nodded, "I do want to, I'm just not sure if we're ready. It's only been a little while."
"Unless you plan to get sick of me after, then there really isn't a point in waiting," Peter said, even admitting to himself that he was eager to try it.
"You might get sick of me," Caspian said.
Peter shook his head, "No. Never." He kissed Caspian. Peter sighed, "But we should wait. A little longer." Caspian nodded and Peter snuggled back against him.