Chapter 12
A/N: Smut, smut and more smut. You have been warned.
She knew before he let himself in her room that he was coming. The look he had given her on the stairs that evening was a promise. She could have called Alaina to stay with her. She could have slept in Susan's room. Instead Lucy put on her night-dress, sat on her bed and waited for him.
It was, as she thought to herself, inevitable. As soon as he had revealed the truth to her, she realised he was right, she had always known it really - how he had felt. It was her feelings of confusion that she must now sort. How did she feel about him? She did not know.
The door opened and closed behind him softly. He made no move towards her, but only looked at her as she sat on the bed. He leant against the door and smiled at her.
"Edmund" she said slowly. She did not smile, but lay down on the bed above the covers and waited.
He walked towards the bed never taking his eyes from her face as he sat down next to her. His hand reaching out slowly brushed back the hair from her forehead and tenderly combed through it. She allowed her eyes to close as she enjoyed his gentle touch, and when his lips came down to press lovingly on her forehead, her cheeks, her eyes and finally very softly, on her lips, she made no objection.
His kiss deepened but she did not move, his breath soft against her mouth. She could feel his love for her in every breath he took, every press of his lips against hers, every broken sigh and she knew it was killing him.
Without thinking she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. Edmund shrugged off his doublet and hovered above her, a knee either side of her hips as he knelt to kiss her more ardently, his tongue sliding inside her mouth.
All of a sudden he was hard up against her, pushing her down into the mattress, kissing her so hard she couldn't breathe. His hands everywhere as they caressed her through her thin nightdress.
She whimpered in response, pure animal instincts taking over, gasping as he ground himself against her.
"Has any man touched you before?" he asked her sharply, one hand holding her wrist above her head and the other massaging her breast through her shift. "Touched you here?"
"Edmund, wait" Lucy cried twisting her body to get away from him, it was happening too fast, she needed to think.
"What about here?" he pulled up her nightdress and slid his hand along her thigh towards her most private area.
"Edmund no", she placed her hand on his stopping it's movement.
His dark eyes bright and intense stared down at her, she said nothing but gazed upon his face, he was in agony she knew. Half-in-lust half-in- anguish, his eyes begged her forgiveness just as his body needed her submission.
Without thinking she used her free hand to draw his face down to hers again, and kissed him gently and then more and more passionately, she massaged her tongue with his and heard him groan. The air grew silent except for the sound of their eager sucking mouths and murmuring sighs.
His hands slid down her body again, it was clear that he knew what he was doing, that he had done this before. He gently pulled her resisting thighs apart, his body slowly moving down hers.
"No, it's wrong, we mustn't" she was murmuring again and again.
He ignored her, pushed her nightdress up and over her head, she silently acquiescing.
She felt rather than saw that he was staring down at her, her core and the centre of her womanhood. She felt a gush of warmth, wet and awareness flood that area. She was quivering, waiting.
"No, no" she was saying. Yes, yes her body was calling.
He said nothing but bent down his dark head. She saw his curls and then she felt him. His tongue, in the most intimate of ways licked her slowly from top to tip, and then back again.
"I have waited to taste you for so long" he breathed, and licked her again and again. Lucy felt delirious, warmth and pleasure building, she was gasping. "You taste like honey; did you know that?"
She could only moan, clasping at the sheets on either side.
"Tell me, do you like this? My tongue, tasting you?" he bent again and licked slowly up.
"I…I do not know…", her head was thrashing from side to side. Something urgent was building within her, like a storm waiting to break out.
He pushed one finger slowly inside her, then two, moving in and out. Lucy was panting short breaths and whispered cries.
"Well?" Edmund paused and stared down at his beautiful sister. Her face flushed, breasts heaving, delicate rose-tipped nipples shifting up and down. He moved his fingers again.
"I want….I want…" Lucy was shaking her head
"Do you want this?" He bent again and licked her core "My mouth on you? Touching you where no one has touched you before?"
"Yesss" she breathed
"Say it"
"I want your mouth on me"
"And, tell me how much you like it"
"I…love it... I love it when you lick me". He was bent over her again, his tongue flicking the small bundle of nerves.
The wave crested and broke, Lucy shuddered convulsing as pleasure ran in ripples across her body. Edmund did not stop and continued to suck at her.
"Wait, stop, it's too much" she cried trying to push him away.
"Never" he said and continued. The pleasure built again, and this time he took her clit directly into his mouth and sucked hard, his fingers curled up inside her.
Lucy screamed and bucked her hips off the bed "Edmund, oh Edmund!"
A knock at the door disturbed them "My lady?" they could hear the voice of Alaina outside.
Edmund wiped his mouth on Lucy's thigh and moved himself up her body "tell her it was a nightmare" he whispered against her ear, one hand massaging her breast, the other between her legs stroking her.
"No…we must stop" Lucy hissed back at him.
Edmund's fingers continued their inexorable dance across her soft flesh, and he bent to take an engorged nipple into his mouth making suckling noises of arousal.
Lucy arched her back again as the knocking continued. Security had been stepped up in the wake of Rabadash's attack, and Alaina's concern was only in response to that Edmund knew, but he would not stop, could not stop in fact. Not now that he was finally having her, his Lucy, shuddering in pleasure beneath him.
"I'm…fine...bad dream" called out Lucy breathily, throwing an arm across her face to muffle her cries.
"That's my girl" he whispered into her ear and kissed her neck, his fingers frantically rubbing circles on her. They didn't even notice when the knocking ceased, Lucy captured his mouth again with hers, noting with some small thrilled part of her brain the salty taste on his lips and knowing it was her. Edmund thrust his tongue deep in her mouth, kissed her sloppily, passionately. All of a sudden he started, as a small hand crept down his chest and rubbed his cock through his leggings. He jumped back.
"I'm sorry" murmured Lucy contritely.
"No, no I liked it" he said, and pulling his shirt and leggings off freed himself. He saw Lucy's wide eyes gazing down at him, heard her hitching breathing and knew she was as aroused by the sight of him as he was by her. He cupped his hand and moved it slowly up and down himself panting "like this, you see".
Leaning forward she closed her hand over him and began to move it up and down his cock. It was like every fevered fantasy Edmund ever had had come to pass. He knew if he did not stop her now, he would finish, shooting off over her hand, like an eager teenager. Gently he moved her away and pushed her down again onto the sheets. He took his time gazing up and down her beautiful body, white limbs splayed, breasts round and perfect, the dark blonde curls covering her core.
"I must have you now" he began saying roughly "I will be as gentle as I can, but I must"
Lucy stared up at him wide-eyed and made no move to stop him.
All of a sudden he glanced then up at her face and the reality of the situation struck, it was as if he was dashed with cold water. He stopped "Oh God, I am sorry, so sorry" he made to get off the bed when Lucy caught his wrist.
"No" she said and sitting up leant forward and kissed him. He did not move, and she climbed to sit on him, a leg either side, the position caused her to rub almost by accident against him.
They both cried out at the exquisite sensations.
"I want you" Lucy said staring down at him "I want this, please". She lifted one of his strong hands and placed it gently over her breast.
Edmund growled threw her back across the bed and in one hard fast movement sheathed himself inside. They felt the tear, and Lucy cried out at the sudden pain. Edmund stopped, waited for her to acclimatise, and then looking ferociously, possessively down at her, began to move pulling in and out of her.
It was like nothing Lucy had ever felt before, the sensations of earlier, that pleasure was nothing compared to this. She was dreaming, it was pure light, she became aware she was shuddering and moaning and Edmund's face was staring fiercely down at her own.
"Do you like that?" he was asking over and over, again and again, as lost she was "God it feels so good".
Lucy was shaking, pleasure coursing through her.
"Waited so long to have you like this, every night I thought about it. Oh God", his movements faster and faster. Lucy moaning loudly again, he was groaning. Let the whole Castle hear he thought, let them know that she was his, that he was having her.
"You are mine you hear me" he was saying fiercely to her, his orgasm almost upon him "you will never do this with anyone else, and I will have you from now until forever". He was bucking into her now fiercely, and she screamed clenched out her orgasm around him, as he came into her, spurting his seed "You. Are. Mine" he was growling out as they both shuddered to a finish.
It was still dark outside when the knocking began at Lucy's door, waking her up with a start. A body was curled around hers, a strong arm around her waist and face pressed into her neck.
"Shhh" Edmund said sitting up, years of battle-honed readiness meant he had instantly woken as soon as the sound had started. He slid off the bed and quickly dressed, unsheathing his sword and creeping to the door.
"Lucy?" they heard Susan hissing from outside.
Lucy threw on her nightdress and stood behind Edmund as he opened the door to their sister.
Susan entered quickly, her hair wild wearing only a thin nightdress and robe. She threw Edmund a look of surprise but stopped dead when she saw the messy bed.
Lucy feeling sick with apprehension watched her sister turn, eye them both with a speculative gaze; Edmund, supercilious and defiant and Lucy blushing and nervous.
Shaking her head Susan crossed her arms and sat in the wooden chair by Lucy's mirror "you fools", she said briefly, holding up a hand when Lucy moving towards her would have launched into a passionate defence. Edmund however had turned away, done his usual withdrawing trick and was staring off into the distance, haughty disdain etched across his features.
"There is no time" Susan said abruptly "Ed I know you are leaving soon. Peter told me" she replied in response to his lifted eyebrow. "You must take Lucy with you".
"No!" Edmund's icy veneer broke, he looked aghast.
"You must I'm sorry. It's the only way to keep her alive"
"Su?" Lucy had reached her sister's side, and taken Susan's cold hand within her own.
"Aslan sent me a true dream. It is the only way, I am sorry" she stood and put an arm around Lucy "I have spoken with Peter and you must ready yourself now. Ed will be leaving in a few hours", she threw her brother a stern look "you are meant to be ready".
"I am ready" he said dismissively, and then looking at Lucy "she is not coming. It's not safe".
"She will be with you. Death stalks her at every turn here. You must take her and you must protect her".
"Of course I would protect her, but it's too dangerous"
"I can fight" interrupted Lucy "I'm trained"
"That's not the point and you know it", Edmund caught her arms, pulled her to him. Ignored Susan's snort of shock. He rested his forehead against hers "please, I do this for you".
"I want to be with you" Lucy said softly, only for his ears, her small hand curled against his chest.
"Peter will be coming to your rooms now Ed to talk to you about this" said Susan pointedly "I suggest you return to them now, unless you care to explain where you've been…"
Edmund sighed, he raised one of Lucy's hands to his lips and kissed it, ignoring Susan completely he picked up his sword and left Lucy's bedroom and the two sisters looking silently at each other.
Susan's expression of muted sympathy caught Lucy off-guard "come dearest" she said quietly "let's get you ready".
A/N: And so, finally it begins.
