A/N: Okay, warning: MATURE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER. Don't read if it at all offends you. This took me awhile because I don't usually write scenes like this, so this was a challenge for me. I really didn't do it, Caspian and Susan just sort of went off on their own. All I did was to pen down their decisions shrug This is what came out. So, please read and review!! A long chapter coming up!


Chapter 7

Powerful waves crashed against the bluff, water breaking along the rocks and shattering into a million droplets of salty ocean spray. The seagulls cawed overhead and spread their white wings, riding on the gusts of warm air that rose off the sea. They bobbed lower and lower, then higher and higher until they became part of the wispy clouds overhead.

The sand was arm under Susan's bare feet as she sat down on the beach. The ruins of Cair Paravel loomed above them and she at the sky, exhaling in satisfaction as a sea breeze teased her hair. She felt Caspian sit down next to her, and smiled.

"Why did you bring me here, Susan? It is very beautiful, but…" Susan looked over at Caspian's puzzled face.

"This is where we came." Seeing that her explanation did nothing to improve Caspian's confusion, she continued. "This is where Peter, Ed, Lucy and I came into Narnia this time. Through that cave right over there." She pointed at the gaping mouth of the cove. Susan' eyes took on a faraway expression as if she were back in that day.

"We were all just waiting for the train when Lu jumped into the air and yelped, saying that something had pinched her. And I was so annoyed with her because I was trying to avoid a boy who kept following me." Susan laughed, "I told him my name was Phyllis. I thought she was daft, but soon after, Pete felt it then Ed and I. The wind became very, very strong, and my hair whipped around my face so much, it was hard to see. And then train station was…being sucked away into the tunnel, the flyers being shredded off the walls, the walls cracking, benches ripped right out of the ground. I wasn't scared though, like I should have been. I just felt…calm, I suppose.

"Through all that chaos, the train still came rumbling through, it's noise on the tracks so loud I couldn't hear anything else. And then…through the windows… oh Caspian, it was beautiful. I could see the ocean spread out and the green trees, the woods fanning out in the distance. And then the train disappeared into the tunnel, and for a second….for a second I was blinded. When I could see again, the tunnel had become the entrance to the cove. And we were in Narnia again."

"You came to me," he said quietly and put an arm around her shoulders, bringing her into him.

"I came to you," she replied, but didn't give Caspian the smile he was searching for. She pulled away slightly brought her knees closer to her chest, hugging herself. Why did the sea breeze suddenly seem so much colder than before?

"I cannot read your thoughts, my Queen. Do you regret coming to me?"

"No, that's not it at all." She shook her head. "It's just…do you ever wonder…if maybe, just maybe," Susan stuttered, worriedly searching for the appropriate words, "would it…would it be easier if we never, I mean…if we didn't—"

"If we never met?" Susan looked up at him, her timid glance answering his question.

How could she think that? How could she ever, ever think that? Caspian felt sadness well up inside him at her doubt. That's why he had made the choice he did, because he would rather endure all the pain in the world and spend this one day with her then to waste their love and forget it all. He'd chosen the hard way out because he'd valued her over the easy way out.

In one movement he had gathered her in his arms, holding her so painfully tight she could scarcely breathe.

"Never," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her ear. He held her at arm's length, looking intently at her suddenly too-bright eyes.

"No matter what happens, we will always have met, always have lived, always have loved. It does not matter what would have been easier, or what would have caused less pain…there is only what is. And what is, is that you are mine. I love you, Susan Pevensie. Eternally."

The silence that followed was the most beautiful Susan had ever heard. Because it was in that silence that his words echoed in her mind and finally settled. It was in that silence that she finally gave up all doubt. And it was in that silence that she comprehended the intensity of her own feelings. They mirrored his, and filled her, completely and entirely.

The tears finally spilled over and she threw herself in Caspian's arms, holding his body as close as she could to hers, feeling the way he held her, the way she fit perfectly into him.

"And I love you, Caspian. For forever and a day."

They'd rested awhile just leaning against each other, feeling the sun soak into their skin and letting the water lap at their feet. Then, in one sudden movement, Susan bolted into the air and ran into the ocean.

Susan rushed right into the surf, laughing out loud as the cool water played around her legs. Caspian's words filled her and with a sigh, she tilted her head back, feeling the sun on her face, and spun around before leaning all the way back and falling into the shallow water with a splash. She'd know it all along, but it was so wonderful to hear it proclaimed. He loved her. He loved her. Caspian loved her. It was so wonderful to laugh again, Susan mused as she looked up into the flawless blue sky. She had never felt so….so free, before. Her toes wriggled into the sand beneath her toes and she felt her hair float around her in the shallows. Smiling, she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she was being held up, a hand thumping unceremoniously on her back.

"Susan, are you alright? Speak to me…Susan!" The thumping on her back became more vigorous, driving her into a series of hacking coughs.

"Cas—Caspian! St-stop!"

"Oh, thank Aslan, you're alright!" The relief was almost tangible in his voice. "I thought for sure—"

"What are y—I'm not drowning!"

"Susan, it's alright, just breathe, I'll…"

"Caspian, stop pounding my back!"

"What? Oh!" Sheepishly, he turned his previous hammering into little pats. Susan turned around, pinning Caspian's arms to his side and looked into his peevish, embarrassed eyes.

"Next time, ask me first before you go about saving me, alright? It was a lovely gesture, but…I wasn't in any danger." Susan couldn't help but a laugh a little at the redness that was creeping up his face.

"I am sorry, you just fell into the water, and I just thought…" She took his hand and placed it in the water.

"See? It barely comes up to your wrist." She smiled. "I'm fine." Susan looked at the red that was now working its way up his face. Suddenly, the embarrassed expression melted away and was replaced by a mischievous grin. With a growl he jumped on her and pinned her beneath him in the water.

"That is for scaring me," he said, voice low and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Susan wrapped her eyes around his neck and brought him closer.

"Well then, maybe I should scare you more often. If this is what happens, I'm not going to complain."

"Don't push your luck," he murmured, before Susan pulled him down, effectively silencing him.

The growing heat of their bodies was countered by the cool water swirling around them. His lips were persistent, moving form her lips to her ear, along her jaw, down her neck. She tilted her head back to give him better access and felt the heat of his hands on her waist, his lips searing on her collarbone before traveling back up to rest on her lips. Her hands gripped his back, pressing him down to her, needing the feel of his body on top of hers. She threaded her hands through his wet hair, gripping the back of his neck. The heat in the pit of her stomach grew as his hand brushed across her breast. Unconsciously, she pushed into him, wanting more of the contact that had spread electricity through her entire body.

Caspian felt like he was burning. She was impossible to refuse, the way she looked when she bit her lip, the way her breath hitched when he kissed her neck, the needful way her hands pulled at him…he didn't know how much more of this he could take. The water had made the dress heavy, and it clung to her like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination. He couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop his body from reacting, couldn't help the need that rose within him like a hungry flame.

But he knew he couldn't just follow his impulse. She was precious, and she was fragile. He wanted more than anything to rip off the flimsy fabric and make her his, but she deserved so much more than that. She was to be cherished and treasured, not treated like a fleeting fancy. Caspian swallowed hard as she pushed her breast into his hand, the flame becoming a full-fledged conflagration. He had to control himself before he went too far.

"Susan."

His voice was so low it was almost foreign to her, but Susan didn't miss the strain and pleading mixed in with it. She felt his hardness pressing into her stomach, and knew how hard he was trying to restrain himself. Susan had known a few boys back in Finchley, and had heard the gossip among her friends, too. She knew how the technicalities about the process and thought that she would be cool-headed when the time came. But there was nothing technical about this. It was all heat and burning and skin and touch and feeling. His eyes were molten chocolate, and they held infinite emotions in them. They were asking for permission, asking her what she wanted.

"I'm sure," she whispered, "but what do you want?"

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You."

He sealed the declaration with a kiss and Susan arched up to him as his hands traveled down to her chest, peeling away the fabric as he went. His kisses were light and teasing on her breasts and he took one his hand before closing his mouth over it. Susan gasped out loud as he teased her, the wet heat of his lips and tongue sending fire shooting down her spine to that ever-growing heat inside her. He moved on the other, lavishing the same attention on it, and a small moan escaped Susan's lips. She didn't know anything could feel this…wonderful.

She unbuttoned his doublet at the same time he untied her dress. The coolness of the water on her heated skin was wonderful, and when she finally removed Caspian's undershirt, she found it hard to breathe. The sun shone from behind and made him practically sparkle. Water dripped down his hair and onto the hard planes of his chest. They ran down the length of his torso and sparkled in the sun like diamonds. Wonderingly, Susan reached up a hand a placed in on his chest, running it over his bronze shoulders and toned stomach. He was hers. Hers, and she couldn't believe it.

Shyly, Susan reached to her own dress and peeled the rest of it away, tossing it onto dry sand. She resisted the urge to cover herself and lay back in the sand, anxiously watching Caspian's face. She felt completely and utterly exposed; doing something so impulsive wasn't her nature, but she found that he had a habit of changing that. She would never have fallen for someone impossible to love, but he had made himself an exception. Right before they left, Susan had kissed Caspian on the spur of the moment. Spontaneity was never one of her traits, but it seemed like he was changing that as well. And now, she was baring all to a man, when she wouldn't even feel comfortable in a bathing suit in front of her brothers and sister. She was changing, and Susan found that she liked it.

His blood was running so hot in his veins Caspian was sure he was going to explode. His mouth went dry as he looked on the goddess before him. Her pale, flawless skin glittered in the sun like a diamond with a million facets. Her hair floated around her in the water, crowning her in a chestnut halo. His eyes traveled down the length of her body and he felt himself harden to point of aching. She was excruciatingly lovely, and she was right in front of him. And in those sparkling blue eyes, was assured and tranquil permission.

He fell upon her like a starved man, covering every inch he could reach of her with his lips. Susan arched into him, feeling every part of him, skin against skin, flesh against flesh. Curiosity reared inside her and she reached a hand between them, grasping the stiff column of flesh. Caspian froze and a low moan rose to his lips.

"Aslan," he murmured into her neck, and experimentally she moved her hands, sliding it up and bringing it back down. She vaguely remembered a girl at school recounting her latest escapade at a party, and recalled her mentioning something like this. Apparently, it worked. Caspian's moan changed into a labored gasp as she repeated her movements. A grin played at Susan's lips and in one deft movement, she'd flipped him over. Still, she continued her ministrations, and Caspian threw his head back as she increased the pace. His breathing grew more shallow and he let out a low groan. Susan also remembered something else the girl had said, and she had blushed when she had heard it. But now, it didn't seem so ridiculous. If she was going to be impulsive, better go all the way. Hesitantly, Susan lowered her mouth and swallowed him.

A sharp cry broke from Caspian and he involuntarily shuddered, arching into Susan. Smiling, she lowered her head again, taking him deeper in her mouth and moving her tongue along his length.

"Susan!" he gasped hands gently lifting her head up.

"Am I doing something wrong?" she asked, a look of worry crossing her face.

"Gods, no! I didn't know how…I mean, where did you….how…"

Susan smiled. "Doesn't sound like there's a problem, then." Playfully, she took him in completely, hollowing out her cheeks, and relished in the way he clenched his jaw, a long, drawn-out moan escaping him.

"St-stop! Susan, I can't…" He swallowed hard. "I cannot hold on if you continue doing that."

"Then, what…" Gently, Caspian laid Susan on the sand, making sure she was comfortable and covering her body with his. She felt his hardness against her center and a kind of panic rose within her. This was it, there was no turning back now.

And then he kissed her. Not a hungry kiss, not a hard kiss. An exceedingly gentle, soft, tender kiss that left Susan breathless.

"I love you, Susan." And even though she'd heard it before, the declaration still took her breath away every time. Instantly, the panic went away and was replaced by a knowing calm.

"I love you, too."

The pain was sharp as he pushed into her. Susan gasped and closed her eyes, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

"Susan? Are you alright?" He lowered his head and kissed away the tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. "I'm so sorry, love…we can stop." Susan shook her head, and nodded.

"I'm fine. Just keep going." He rocked gently inside her, moving slowly and at a slow, steady pace to let her adjust. And soon, the pain faded away. It was replaced by a curious sensation, a dull, throbbing feeling that twisted somewhere deep inside and built with every rock. Susan felt herself pushing back into him, and felt the feeling grew stronger. Her gaze locked with his as the pace increased. His hand hooked behind her knee and hitched her leg up around his waist, and the sickly sweet sensation intensified in her belly. It twisted and built as she chased his hips with hers, her hands reaching around and pulling him closer towards her, needing more…more…

Her senses were on fire. Everything was raw and pure and passion and skin, and she craved it. All she could hear, see, touch, feel, taste, was the push and pull of their bodies in harmony, the closeness of him as he moved inside her. His hand disappeared between the two of them and without warning, stars exploded behind Susan's eyes. She gasped his name and keened against his hand, pushing herself deeper onto him. His name became a prayer, her only lifeline to reality. When he lowered his mouth to her breast and hit…right…there…Susan moaned as the coiling inside grew tighter.

Caspian groaned as he rocked faster. She gripped him and drew him back in. All he could feel was heat, a blinding, burning wet heat. He clenched his jaw and tried to control himself, control the sensation that was building in his center. But his heart beat sped up with each thrust and he felt her hands clawing on his back and shoulders, urging him on.

Their gazes met and at that moment where burning russet met shattering sapphire, everything changed. He felt Susan clench around him, and she felt Caspian shudder inside her. Susan let out a sharp cry as the coil within her sudden released with a last thrust and a deft movement of his fingers, and Caspian gasped her name as she clenched and pulsed around him, releasing his warmth into her. The world became a vast expanse of blinding, white-hot intensity, both riding out the waves of extreme pleasure that crashed through them.

Moments later, the white explosions behind his eyes receded and he pushed himself gently off her, rolling onto his side, letting the water roll over them. He raised a hand and brushed her cheek.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked quietly, stroking her hair. Her eyes filled and she smiled.

"No. You could never hurt me." She scooted closer to him and lay next to him, feeling his arms snake around her protectively.

"Don't leave," she whispered, looking back at him.

"I won't, Susan. I never will." She smiled, satisfied and snuggled closer to him. The tide changed slightly and the ocean rose to meet them a little more, the water effectively covering them, lapping and swirling at their shoulders. This is home, she thought, closing her eyes. This is home.

In the distance, the sun sank a little lower in the sky…


A/N: Whew! That was a long one! Please tell me what you think about this chapter, 'cause it took awhile to write and I would REALLY appreciate feedback. Thanks again!! Love you all!!