Thanks for the reviews! I wasn't planning on getting started on chapter 7 tonight but I guess I just have a lot of ideas buzzing around in my head!
NarniaFan: Remember, it's only chapter 6(; Things happen over time(; Besides, going into this I didn't mean for it to really be a love triangle. I just wanted things to be complicated...but I do come up with ideas as I go so you never know what could happen(:
Chapter 7
EDMUND'S POV
"You have no control over Lucy and who she spends her time with..." Stupid prat. He thinks he is in charge of me because he's the King and this is "his ship," but I was King once too! I was a much better King than he will ever be! Once a King of Narnia, always a King of Narnia, so the next time he tries to order me around I'll tell him to shove it up his a-
"Edmund?" A feminine, musical voice called to him from the room on his right. He had been stomping out of the barracks, making his way up to the deck to get his morning rations when Lucy's voice stopped him in his tracks. She had a way of doing that, erasing everything else on his mind so that he could focus solely on her. He was putty in her hands, and immediatley turned to knob on the door to her cabin to let himself in. He found her standing in front of the full length mirror, dressed entirely in Caspian's clothes, (and looking better in them than Caspian ever will), running her brush through her hair absentmindedly. Her eyes scanned over her reflection as if she were in some sort of trance, the corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly so that she was just barely grinning. At his entrance, her eyes snapped to him in the reflection, and she took a small sigh before turning around so that she was facing him. "Good morning," she mumbled, biting her lip nervously. She looks so adorable when she does that...
"Morning," he answered in a raspy voice, coughing to try and clear his throat. She did a sort of half-laugh as if she just wanted something to do, twirling a stray curl around her finger as she dared to step a bit closer.
"Caspian says that there hasn't been any land spotted, but that Lord Bern told us to head east and that we should find an island in two days time. So," she clasped her hands in front of her. "We should reach land in a little under two days," he nodded curtly, wondering if this was really what she wanted to talk to him about, given that she ought to know that he would have been told these things as well. "I'm sorry about how I've been acting, how I acted last night," she mumbled in shame, hanging her head, causing a mass of shining curls to curtain her face. "I miss you. It's just that I thought that if I got close to you that," she took a deep breath, and it seemed as if she was dreading continuing. Something clicked inside of him and he sighed in realization.
"That I would think that it meant something more," he murmured, finishing for her. He didn't need to see her nod to know that that is what she was going to say. Although he knew that the chances were slim that she wouldn't pull away, he reached for her hands. To his surprise, she grasped his own larger ones tightly. "I know that you think of me as a brother, Lu. How could you not? It would be insane for me to believe that after a few days that your perspective of me has done a complete turn around," he stroked his thumbs over the smooth skin on the back of her hands. "Although I can't change the way that I feel, I know that I can't expect those feelings to be returned. I miss you too, Lucy," he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her small frame and smiling when he felt her wrap her arms about his waist. He heard her sigh in contentment, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent just as she always did, snuggling closer. After a few moments of relaxation, he knew that what he was about to bring up would most likely put her in a mood. But he had to bring it up, or it would bother him non-stop. "I need to talk to you about something," he began, nervousness causing him to feel hot in the face. She didn't pull away from him, but grunted to tell him to continue. "It's about Caspian," on cue, Lucy brought her head up from its resting place on his chest and raised an eyebrow to him. "I see the way he looks at you, and-"
"So you're jealous?" She asked accusingly, pulling away from his arms completely and planting her hands on her hips, clearly annoyed with him. "I thought you understood that my feelings for you are completely platonic," Edmund whinced at her words. He knew very well that he was like a brother for her, but hearing her say it out loud in a harsh manner made him want to break down.
"Yes, I do Lucy. This isn't coming from a jealous place," he took one last deep breath, already forseeing the rage in her eyes. "It isn't appropriate for the two of you to be alone in your cabin at night," he snuck a peek at her and saw exactly what he had been expecting. Lucy had that look on her face that said: "Oh really? Well I'll just tell you what I think about that." Just as she was about to start raising her voice, he held up a hand to silence her. "Let me finish, Lu. I know that I'm not your brother, and you want to think that I have no authority over you. I guess I really don't, but I am the one here with you in Narnia, and I am the one who needs to take care of you while we are here. Therefore, I don't want you and Caspian spending time together alone after hours," Lucy scrunched up her nose at him, looking as if she were trying to find some sort of arguement in her defense, but he knew that she wouldn't. Eventually, she just rolled her eyes and nodded her head, not wanting to verbally admit defeat. He assumed that she was going to kick him out on account of his fussing at her, yet that did not happen. Still, even with this surprising lack of hostility, he never expected her to lean back into him, wrapping her arms around his waist loosely and resting her head over his heart. He wasn't complaining though, and sighed as he wrapped her in his arms once more.
"I think this is the craziest thing that has ever happened to me," she mused, basically thinking out loud. Edmund snorted.
"And finding a magical land in the back of a wardrobe wasn't just a bit strange?" He heard her giggle, and didn't think long enough to stop himself from kissing the side of her neck as a random act of affection. Lucy tensed up for a moment, and he prepared himself to pull away and apologize consistenetly. She surprised him once more, however, by pressing herself closer to him. He hesitated before completely relaxing again. "Erm, sorry," he muttered, his cheeks heating up. "I wasn't thinking."
"It's okay," she whispered.
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Lucy was so soft, her body perfectly molding into his own as Edmund supported his weight above her, their lips moving together in perfect synchronization. Her tiny hands roamed over his bare chest as his hand traveled up from the smooth skin of her belly to the milky flesh of her breasts. She whimpered into their kiss at the contact, the sexy little noise making him grind his hips into hers involuntarily. He tore his lips away from hers, earning a moan of protest, yet she was quickly silenced when he replaced his mouth on her hardened nipple. She gasped in surprise and pleasure, one of her hands moving to get lost in his jet black hair, holding him to her. She tasted wonderful, sweet like the most delectable candy that he had ever tasted.
"Edmund," she whispered, grasping his upper arm and pulling him up to claim his lips once more. He tried to resist, still wanting to kiss every inch of silky, smooth skin on her angelic body. Her lips though, her lips made his brain go fuzzy, and when she licked his bottom lip shyly to ask for entrance he decided that he had no problem taking a break from learning his way around her body. Her tongue stroked his affectionately, her mouth tasting even better than her skin, as her hand traveled down his chest to the waist band of his night pants. His heart sped up, knowing what was coming next, the anticipation nearly sending him into over drive.
"Lucy."
CASPIAN'S POV
"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy," Caspian had been listening to Edmund whispering his beloved's name in his sleep for atleast ten minutes, not dim enough to be blind as to what exactly the Just King was dreaming about. He wanted more than anything to grab his sword and permanently shut the other boy up, yet he knew that he couldn't do that. He thought seriously about waking him up with a good punch in the nose, but then he would have to tell him why he was angrily waking him up, and that would be awkward. Finally, deciding that he didn't want to either wake Edmund up or listen to his naughty dream about Lucy, Caspian climbed out of his bunk and tip toed out the door and down the hall. Clenching his fists and trying not to punch a wall, the king stepped quietly to Lucy's door, relaxing somewhat. He had not spoken to her since that morning, and even then it was a conversation only about their expected arrival time at the next island. Closing his eyes and resting his head against the doorframe, Caspian thought back to the night when she was in his arms, on his lap even, confessing her feelings for him. He chuckled inwardly remembering how hypnotized he seemed to be by her lips, and how that same thing happened every time she spoke to him. Every time Lucy would speak with him, he would stare at her perfect red lips, imagining what it would be like to claim them with his own, tasting her sweet mouth. He shook his head to clear his mind, not wanting to wake Lucy but needing to see her. He put his hand on her door, debating on whether or not to knock, thinking about how late it was and if there was any possibility that she was still awake.
"Caspian," he froze, straining his ears to try and hear his name again, knowing that it had come from Lucy on the other side of the door. Perhaps she heard him? Or simply sensed his presence? These seemed like unlikely possibilities though, since the way she said his name didn't make it sound as if she was acknowledging his presence, but as if..."Oh Caspian," he heard it again, yet this time it sounded even more intimate. His eyes widened and he swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to convince himself that he was not catching Lucy having a dream about him. He couldn't deny, though, that the way she was muttering his name sounded so sexy. Clamping his mouth shut, he pushed gently on the wooden door to peek his head inside, having to stop himself from groaning at what he saw. Lucy had kicked off her blankets and had both hands thrown above her head, as her body writhed and she moaned his name. His eyes were glued to her while he shut the door quietly behind him, making his way closer to her bed. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth, pleasure written all over her face. She whimpered one last time before her breathing began to lighten, her head tossing to the side and her eyes fluttering open. They widened as they fell upon him, and she was most likely frightened by the lustful look in his eyes. Lucy didn't have time to fully react before Caspian moaned lowly, crashing his lips down upon her own.
Yup, it's kind of a racy chapter, but whatever(: Anyways...I really really really want a beta...because I suck at grammar and stuff and always feel like I need a second opinion about my writing before I post a chapter. So if you're interested, tell me in a review or pm me(:
