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Lucy steadied her breathing. The cold air of the night was causing her lungs to constrict. Her silk dress hugged her slender torso like a tight flowing drape, blowing wildly in the wind, and before she knew it, the blue ocean in her eyes was spilling over her lashes and onto her face. Lucy inhaled deeply, breathing in the dewy air, which was mixed with hints of frozen lavender, after a crisp night's chill.
Standing in an array of beautifully colored flowers, Lucy stared out as far as her drowning sapphire orbs could see. There, in the wake of blue mist and gold dust, Lucy saw the torso of a broad hooded figure making its way over toward her. By means of approach, one person came to mind instantly, but that thought was quickly dismissed when the hooded figured stopped just mere inches from the garden's center lights, and stalled. With that kind of hesitation, the person under the dark velvet cloak could be any stranger lurking in the night.
The young queen swallowed hard, licking her dry lips in nervous deliberation. Her blue orbs had all but dried, leaving behind a tear stained face; which was now wary and curious of the silent stranger lurking in her presence.
Very slowly the hooded figure unveiled itself, and Lucy's initial guess was confirmed. It was Edmund. He was walking toward her through a light mist of blue fog and gold dust. The shiny particles divided in his wake. For the moment no one spoke. They just stared after one another. The older boy's expression was a mixture of deep confusion and inner turmoil. There was a silver storm building in his eyes, and she swore she saw lighting flash before she decided to break the silence that was consuming them.
"You didn't really send Caspian away." confirmed Lucy, disturbing the soundless night.
Edmund shook his head.
"Why did you lie, then?" The young girl asked, a bit uncertain.
"I'm not really sure." replied Edmund. His strong hands were lifeless at his side, while his silver eyes aimed at the forest floor
. "And how are you going to get him to come back?" Lucy's voice broke. Edmund glanced at her a moment before considering.
"I don't know." stated the raven haired boy dispassionately. "I'll send a courtier to summon him. We'll shower him with gifts, and apologize for his tea not having been warm enough."
"He's not like that." the young girl stated loosely, her puffy eyes narrowed in defense.
"What is he like, then?" Edmund's words took her by surprise, and she immediately looked away, her cheeks flushed.
"That question wasn't meant to embarrass you." the older boy seethed, his silver eyes flashing dangerously. "But since it has; pray tell. What's it like sharing your bed with a prince?"
Lucy felt her chest cave in, and for a moment the melody of her heartbeat stopped.
"What are you talking about?" Lucy's voice shook. Edmund smirked mirthlessly."Oh come off it, Lucy. Are you really going to deny it? Hasn't our beloved Prince Caspian been shagging you against castle walls?"
"Stop it!" Lucy hissed; the bluntness of his words made her stomach turn.
"What's wrong?" Edmund spat. "Are my words offending you?"
"Of course they are!" Lucy lashed back at him, her auburn mane growing static. "I'm only a child after all, remember?"
"You're right." Edmund agreed, taking a step toward her. "You are a child." Lucy's heart burned as the older boy continued. "A very confused, naïve CHILD!"
"Do you enjoy kissing children?" Even as the words rolled off of Lucy's tongue, she knew that it was wrong to say; however justified her statement felt. Edmund's expression matched her initial feeling, and he immediately retaliated, his voice raising another octave.
"CHILDREN SHOULDN'T ACT THE WAY YOU DO!" The older boy countered vehemently. "IT'S NOT LADY LIKE; AND YOU DIDN'T EXACTLY PUSH AWAY EITHER!"
"Is that your excuse?" Lucy asked, stunned.
"It's not an excuse." the raven haired boy mumbled, his tone even now.
"Why did you kiss me then?" Lucy asked quickly, before he could say anything else. For the first time since this conversation sprung, Edmund had nothing immediate to say.
"Because… You wanted me too." The raven haired boy eventually whispered.
Lucy could hear the shame in his response, and it pained her heart to have to listen. There was disgust laced in the outlines of the older boy's face, and for the moment she wished she were blind. "I'm sorry." Lucy breathed. A fresh stream of tears spilled from her eyes, wetting her dry lips.
Edmund stole a glance at her, and his expression softened at the sight of her glistening blue orbs. After all, the younger girl had cried in front of him many times before, but not over him… not because of him. Perhaps that's why she saw a pang of guilt in his eyes as he watched her weep. To him she was this innocent child, pure hearted creature, untainted vessel. He couldn't have been more wrong.
"My whole life…," Lucy began through a hiccup of salty tears. "I've only ever wanted to be close to you."
"And you can be." Edmund's voice trembled with caution. "Just not like that Lucy. Never like that."
"And why not, Edmund?" Lucy knew why, but she couldn't stop herself from asking anyway.
"You know why." Edmund stated carefully.
"But it's different here in Narnia; we're different." Lucy argued weakly; however, the older boy merely shook his head, a sure sign that this argument would get her nowhere. Every fraction of Lucy felt lost and defeated. Her small shoulders shook with each tear that dropped, and when she closed her eyes to try and forget all the pain and confusion, strong arms pulled her close, enveloping her like a protective blanket. Despite what was said Lucy snuggled closer into Edmund's arms, and when he didn't push her away, she clung to him tighter.
When Lucy realized Edmund wasn't letting her go, she stared up to face him. All the confusing feelings she was reeling from earlier, resurfaced; and the simple warm comforting hug he was offering her was quickly turning into something dangerous.
Edmund was still holding onto her softly; his long slender fingers combing through her silk auburn hair. He had pulled away slightly so that their bodies were a mere breath away from each other, and Lucy gripped the front of the older boy's vest until her knuckles went white. She could feel the heat his body was generating as she slipped further into his arms, closer to his warmth. His heartbeat played like a heavy drum, as he breathed deep shallow breaths into her ear. It was like an intoxicating ritual; one that was tempting her to think things she shouldn't, 'do' things she shouldn't.
"Edmund." she whispered desperately, a slight whine to her voice. Edmund looked down at her, with a shadow of thunder rolling in his eyes. She could see that he was struggling. His soft grip on her tightened, and she immediately licked her cherry lips. It was strange, because no matter how many times they had battled, she always fought for the upper hand, but right now, all she could think about was him dominating her.
There was a brief moment when she feared he'd pull away, so she took his hesitation for opportunity and quickly pressed her plump lips into his, pulling his face down to meet hers in rough desperation. When he didn't pull away, Lucy assaulted his body with her small hands. She caressed and grabbed every hard inch of his shoulders and torso that she could manage, through his lace white tunic. His thick frame hardened and retracted at each rough caress.
"L-Lucy." the older boy moaned through a press of soft lips. Lucy couldn't hear him; she was too busy trying to cover his mouth with her own.
"Lucy." He said again, only this time he managed to break free.
The younger girl was still holding onto him, her small hands gripping his broad shoulders, while her lithe frame pressed into his rock hard torso.
"We can't do this." he countered weakly, his eyes full of blood lust.
"I want you, Edmund." The younger girl urged. Her voice was small, but the desperation was unmistakable.
Somewhere in between exchanged glances, their eyes locked, and all resistance failed. Right and wrong no longer existed in their foggy little world. There was only what felt right and what felt better.
"What do you want from me?" Edmund's deep voice groaned breathlessly, as his silver eyes fluttered closed, tickling her long dark lashes. One way or another, the battle in his mind had already been decided.
Lucy didn't respond with words, instead she took Edmund's large hands in her own and placed them on her slender figure, encouraging them to explore her eager frame. Edmund stared down at her through a drape of loose black waves, and watched the younger girl curiously, as she watched him watching her. She helped his loose warm palms by pushing them along the harsh angle of her hips, to the curve of her waist, up until the swell of her humble breasts; where she left them to linger. The longer their eyes held onto each other's gaze, the more dangerous the situation became.
"Kiss me." she pleaded. It was more or less a dare; she was challenging him as if they were children.
Edmund left one of her small breast bare in order to reach up and entwine his free hand in her lush tangle of curls. His mouth hovered over hers, his silver orbs closed. The bump of their foreheads was the only thing keeping their lips from locking on to one another. Lucy breathed him in, as the older boy stood there, clinging to whatever resistance he thought he had left.
Lucy's shaky palms went to the older boy's silk tunic, where she fumbled with a few golden buttons. Her patience was wearing thin, and when he lingered over her a bit longer, mouth slightly agape; her fingers wound themselves around the fabric of his tunic, pulling it open with brutal force. There were popping noises, followed by an array of golden buttons flying in every direction.
The sudden act caused Edmund's heavy breathing to quicken and he immediately pressed his eager lips into her own. Upon assault, the younger girl's hands kneaded and massaged the bare muscle beneath her small velvet fingertips. Edmund's body felt like a sculpted piece of art. It was strategically carved; smooth and hard in all the right places.
There was no turning back from this point in time. They were tongue tied and lip locked, and nothing was taking them away from this moment. Fervent kisses were turning ravenous. The smacking noises their lips made when they pressed and parted into one another was chaotic, and the feeling of Edmund's clever tongue sliding against her own was almost too much pleasure for the young girl to bear. Lucy took the bottom half of the older boy's cherry pout in her teeth, and she nibbled and sucked on the swell of it, running her slick tongue across it with a tingling pressure. The raven haired boy hissed into her mouth as his eager hands traveled from the incline of her waist to her rounded bottom. He grabbed a handful of her skirts and tugged them upward, his mouth still hungrily attached to hers. The force of the older boy's hands tugging at her thin skirts pushed her off balance, and she clung to his broad shoulders to keep herself from falling. Edmund's warm hands were now tangled under her dress, his nimble fingers teasing the tiny straps of her lacey undergarments. Lucy pulled the open tunic from off of Edmund's shoulders, and greedily wrapped her arms around him, wanting to feel every square inch of his bare chest against hers. The older boy yanked Lucy closer by the waist band of her underwear, as she let a moan escape from her mouth.
"Fight me," Lucy breathed through short ragged breaths. She had the older boy's plump bottom lip in her mouth, and she bit down on it lightly as she challenged him.
Edmund stared down at her with heavy lidded eyes, and a confused expression.
"What…" he asked breathlessly, lips pulling away from hers in a sticky fashion; not quite sure if he had heard her properly.
Lucy pushed Edmund hard against his chest with her bare hands, causing him to fall away from her; breaking the contact she so desperately craved.
Edmund stared after her, dumbstruck by her words. His milky broad chest glistened in the silver moonlight.
"Come on," she breathed, backing away from him slowly and licking her bruised lips.
Edmund stared at her like a predator marking its prey. He licked his lips and took a step closer; in turn she took a step back. Lucy smiled mischievously and waited for his next move. He faked a run left, and then caught her as she tried to run right. She flayed against him, pushing away in wild abandon, although she longed to be his captive. The older boy took control of her movements by pinning her thin wrist in his hands, then when she wouldn't stop kicking and thrashing he forced his body onto hers, shoving her down into the thick tangle of flowers below them. When he had her flat on her back, wrist bound above her head, and his ample body pressed hard between her legs and uplifted dress, he stared down at her.
Lucy's breathing deepened, as she remembered this familiar scene playing out. By the look on Edmund's face, she could tell he was remembering too.
(Edmund's POV)
Edmund's breathing hitched at the sight of Lucy lying beneath him, vulnerable and defenseless. He remembered the night in the forest when she had cornered him, when they had argued until he knocked her to the forest floor, pinning her much like he was now. He recalled how beautiful she looked struggling beneath him, and the fear it provoked in him when he found that he couldn't release her without an affirmative struggle. It was the night he realized she had truly changed, truly matured, despite his best efforts to make believe otherwise.
Edmund let loose one of the younger girl's wrist. His free hand caressed its way down her side, all the way down to her uplifted dress.
The last time Edmund recalled himself in this position, he remembered how terrified she had looked, when she feared his eyes would catch a hint of flesh. What she didn't know however, was that he was scared too, because when he had seen her exposed and lying helpless beneath him, it wasn't exactly easy for him to look away.
The younger girl was watching him with hesitant eyes. Edmund's blue orbs caught a glimpse of her quivering pink pout, and his mouth immediately went to claim it. She was cold, practically shivering due to her exposed flesh. And although Edmund was shirtless, his boiling heart pumped warm blood into his veins. It was as if his hot body was immune to the icy chill of the night. Edmund's lips continued to massage into hers, in a slow loving rhythm. Her small hands, no longer pinned, held his feathered head into place. The young girl arched the small of her back, causing Edmund's pelvis to unintentionally grind into her center. The younger girl moaned into his mouth, and he inwardly cursed himself for his lack of control. He didn't know how experienced she was, although he was almost certain she didn't understand much, and he didn't want to frighten her. Edmund felt Lucy's hands travel down his shirtless back, and he shivered as her fingers lingered over the harsh angles of his exposed torso. He felt her stop at the lower incline of his back, before wrapping her long ivory legs around him, locking his hips into place with the force of her bare thighs. Edmund moaned into her mouth as she squeezed her legs together tighter. Then, as if possessed, he gripped her head in his strong hands, and began rocking into her; his scored hips and thick muscular thighs, a warm welcoming divide.
(Lucy's POV)
Lucy's eyes were shut tight as the larger boy pressed into her with the harsh angles of his body. For the first time since this whole thing started, he was being careful, almost tender. When Edmund started to rock into her, Lucy's mind went fuzzy. She could feel something hard rubbing against the thin lace of her underwear, and she wiggled closer to him to feel the pulse of it better.
Lost in her own passions Lucy gripped the older boy's ample bottom and pushed him harder into her. The friction Edmund was causing by grinding into her was driving her insane. And although the older boy's kisses were still being given in long passionate strokes, Lucy was consumed by a frenzy desires. Her small body shook, and convulsed beneath him as he rubbed hard against her. The only thing keeping her in control was the welcomed weight of the older boy's body.
Lucy went to undo her dress and pull it from her small frame, but Edmund stopped her. Lucy opened her eyes, confused. She watched as Edmund's hands slide underneath her dress, and trembled when his fingers grazed her sensitive flesh. Lucy's breath hitched when she felt the older boy hook his long fingers in the thin straps of her lace underwear, before he slowly slid them down her bare thighs, caressing her long slender legs all the way down to the soles of her feet.
Lucy swallowed hard, as the pitter-patter of her heartbeat quickened. He was kneeling above her, unbuckling his pants, when she saw the outline of something sharp hidden beneath his dark trousers. The younger girl reached up and wrapped her slender fingers around the hidden object. She squeezed it lightly, causing the older boy to stop and hiss above her. After watching him recover, the raven haired boy continued to push his pants knee way down before hovering over her once again. She felt his eyes on her, and she glowed with embarrassment. She wanted to look down, but she was afraid. Not sure what do to, she waited for Edmund to guide her.
The older boy brought one of Lucy's shaky palms to his waist, where he patiently waited for her to explore. After a moment of hesitation, the younger girl caressed the warm outline of his hip, before treading lower. She came across a mass of soft thick curls and stopped. Gathering enough courage, she continued, and then lowered her shaky hand still further, until she came across a smooth long hard surface. It was thick, warm, and rounded at the tip. She curled her shaky hand around it with uncertainty. After a moment she gave it a slight squeeze and immediately felt Edmund tense above her. Not knowing what to do, she almost pulled away, but the raven haired boy kept her hand in place.
"Like this." He whispered huskily into her ear.
Edmund covered Lucy's hand with his own, sliding both their hands up and down his shaft in a slow steady rhythm. Lucy felt his body tense; and watched as he closed his eyes tight, biting his lower lip in an attempt to silence his moans.
Lucy continued to do as he did, and kissed him as they moved in sync together. Eventually, Edmund pulled Lucy's hand away, and pushed her skirts up until they were bunched up around her waist. The young girl's cheeks burned, but soon he was leaning over her, and she forgot all reasons to be embarrassed. The raven haired boy kissed her softly on the lips, and the younger girl held her breath as a warm hand made its way between her thighs. His warm hand rested flat on her abdomen, slowly shifting lower, threatening to cross into uncharted territory.
Lucy had never been so scared and curios in all her life. Her body ached like there was an empty space deep down inside of her, longing to be fulfilled. Lucy recoiled, and then relaxed, when she felt a steady palm brushing its way down onto her heat. The area around Edmund's palm was moist, allowing his long clever fingers to slide effortlessly against and around her pink swollen nub.
Not knowing how to respond to such subtle pleasure, Lucy locked her thighs tight together, securing Edmund's hand in place. Although, the older boy had other things in mind, and pried the younger girl's legs open with the force of his other hand. She felt him position his length at her entrance, and moaned as he slid the head of his arousal inside of her.
Lucy shut her blue orbs tight, and squeezed Edmund's shoulders with her pale fingertips. The older boy was hovering above her, knees digging into the ground to help steady him, with one forearm above her head for support. She could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing quicken as he blew warm halos against her right ear.
When Lucy felt some of the pain subside, she looked up to face Edmund. Silver orbs cast down at her like a rain off glitter. His heavy lidded eyes were intoxicated. Edmund's flushed lips parted, and she waited for him to kiss her, only he didn't.
Lucy licked her lips in delicious need, and worked her hips against the head stationed at her entrance. She watched as the older boy's eyes fluttered open, and then closed, and she arched her back as he slid a bit further into her.
"Is this what he does to you?" Lucy heard Edmund ask breathlessly. He sounded far away.
Edmund's head lowered to the incline of Lucy's neck, then up to her ear. "Does he make you feel like this?" he breathed again.
"Better." Lucy lied. She wanted to make him angry. She fed off of his aggression like a frenzied shark does a bloodied carcass.
At Lucy's words Edmund growled and pulled Lucy roughly by the hips and further onto his buried shaft. She cried out as she felt something inside of her tear.
Edmund was gripping Lucy tightly by the waist. Their foreheads pressed firmly together, and their narrowed, lust filled eyes, were locked on to one another.
"Go ahead," Lucy hissed through her teeth, thinking back on the time she caught Edmund with one of Susan's chambermaids. "Treat me like one of your chamber whores!"
"You mean Sarah?" Edmund teased against the younger girl's bruised lips.
"How sweet," Lucy raised a dark brow. "You even give them names."
For a moment Lucy lost herself in his piercing gaze, and she moved closer to kiss him, but he pulled away, eyes still locked onto hers. So, instead she rocked her hips beneath him. She could feel the length of him inside of her. The pain no longer stopped her from enjoying his thick penetration.
Edmund closed his eyes again and pushed roughly into her. Lucy arched her back and opened her legs wider for him, encouraging him with each rock and rotation of her hips. Edmund's lips found Lucy's mouth in the dark and kissed her once again; this time with such brutal force, she was sure he'd steal the very breath from her lungs.
Eventually, there was no restraint, and effortless motions were turning animalistic by nature. Lucy wrapped her legs tight around the bone of the older boy's hips, and through the friction, waited for something she could only describe as a release; release from his rough touches, bruising kisses, and cursed proximity, each a welcomed abuse.
The raven haired boy glistened above her. His plump lips were crashing into hers with less accuracy, and she knew they were getting closer to something.
"Lucy," the younger girl heard him breathe into her ear as she held onto him tighter. She was too intoxicated to respond.
She felt his lips on the nape of her neck, and trembled when his warm wet mouth kissed her there, his teeth biting down on her flesh with a tingling pressure.
"I need you." his hot mouth whispered huskily. In those words Lucy lost it. She felt her whole body tighten around him. A euphoric state washed over her and consumed her. Riding on the waves of Ecstasy, she pushed Edmund further into her, and he hissed into her ear before whimpering her name.
Edmund's last few thrust were long and hard, as he moved and panted above her. Lucy felt a warm liquid jet inside of her, and she knew then that he was feeling what she had felt only moments before.
Lucy held onto him as she felt his body twitch and tremble with release. Then, he collapsed on top of her; his dark tousled head at her neck. Lucy tangled her fingers in his dark mane, and held on to him and the fateful moment for as long as she could.
Dedicated to my BF-editor: S~s
Thank you S-T-C-M for all you sleepless nights! You are a great editor/idealist/motivator/friend/confidant/coworker/sister/ blah-blah-blah… you know how I feel. I love you girly!
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