CASPIAN'S POV

I recalled Peter being there when Lucy approached me, but when her lips met mine, I didn't entirely care anymore. I wrapped my arm around her waist and cupped her cheek with my free hand. When I pulled back, she pouted, but I kissed her nose and she giggled.

"What were you up to?" I asked, our noses brushing as I pressed my forehead against hers.

"Oh, Susan says that some men from Archenland were here to see you. I came to pass along the message."

"Is she alone with them?"

"No, Trumpkin and Edmund are with her. Why?" she asked, her beautiful grey-blue eyes displaying her confusion.

"Then they can wait," I replied huskily before I pressed my lips to hers once again. I picked her up and carried her into her room before setting her down and breaking the kiss long enough to close and lock the door. She giggled slightly as I pressed my lips feverishly against hers again. I didn't bother pulling back to ask what was so funny.

Her back was pressed against the wall by the door, and my hands were on either side of her head, while hers unbuttoned my shirt and wandered my chest. I sighed at her touch and deepened the kiss. Just when I thought it impossible that anyone or anything could interrupt us, a knock at the door startled us.

"Who is it?" Lucy called, almost breathlessly.

"Caspian, I know you're in there," Edmund's voice called through the door. "The soldiers from Archenland are getting impatient."

"Be out in a minute," I answered, turning my attention back to my fiancée. Our lips met again, but I knew Edmund didn't leave. I could hear him sighing in exasperation from the other side of the door.

"You can make out with Lucy later," he said, causing Lucy to pull out of the kiss and laugh aloud. I ignored him and pressed my lips against Lucy's again. When I didn't reply, I heard Edmund's footsteps walking away. Lu pushed my shirt off all the way, and I let it fall to the floor. I wrapped one arm around her waist when I heard the sound of a key in the lock. The door swung open a second later, and I pulled out of the kiss, glaring at Edmund as he walked in.

The sight before Lucy's younger-older brother was obviously not what he was expecting to see. He knew we'd been kissing…he had no idea it was like this. I could read the surprise in his brown eyes. I looked down at Lucy, expecting her to be blushing and trying to hide it in my chest. She would have been, had it been Peter or even Susan, but we both knew well that Edmund was the most accepting of our relationship, so she stared at him and ran her right hand down my chest shamelessly.

"Like I said," Edmund began when he gained his composure, "you can make out with Lucy later." She laughed again, and I smiled at the bell-like sound. Before I was able to bend down and pick up my shirt, Lucy pulled me into a quick, passionate kiss, running her hands up my chest and locking around my neck. Ever since the kiss in the hallway to avoid being stopped by Archenland soldiers a long while ago, our kisses were getting more passionate, even the short ones. She released me, and I kissed her nose before stooping down and grabbing my shirt. I pulled it on and buttoned it up, ignoring Edmund as he grinned at me.

"Come on, I think we have some Archenlanders to deal with," I said quickly, walking out of the room ahead of my brother-in-law-to-be. He caught up to me easily enough in the hallway.

"I'm glad she's marrying you, and not some weird creep," he said after a minute. I looked sideways at him.

"You were going to marry her off to a Calormene before, weren't you?"

"She told you about that, huh?"

"While we were staying on the Lone Islands, we shared some…personal stories."

"Yeah, well," Edmund sighed, ignoring my emphasis on the word personal, "it was different back then. We had a truce of sorts with Rabadash, the Tisroc at the time." Ever since falling in love with the endearing little queen, I hadn't liked her story much, but at the time I was fascinated that she was supposed to marry a Calormene. It made slightly more sense now.

We reached the throne room, and walked in to see several soldiers standing around in a huddle to one side of the room, but one of them was standing and talking to Susan. Trumpkin was standing close by to make sure the Archenland soldier didn't do anything rash. Edmund and I approached them, and stood on each side of the older queen.

"Caspian, Edmund, this is Captain Emmett, and those are his soldiers over there," Susan introduced us formally, and I could tell from the way she said the man's name she'd already taken a fancy to him. "Emmett, this is my younger brother, King Edmund, and Queen Lucy's fiancé, King Caspian."

"Pleased to meet you," Emmett said, nodding in respect. "So you and the little queen are betrothed after all. I'd heard, but I didn't know for sure. Congratulations."

"Thank you," I said, surprised at this man's courtesy. "Did N—King Nain send you?" I tacked on after a moment's thought.

"No," Emmett answered, rather sheepishly. "We came of our own accord. I apologize, but I wished to meet the man Narnians proudly call king. From what I've heard, both Narnians and Telmarines really respect you." He motioned to his men. "My men, myself, and a few other Archenlanders respect you as king as well."

"Thank you," I repeated, taken even more aback by how polite he was. I was also glad to hear that I was a good king. I'd heard it several times from Lucy, but hearing it from a man who wasn't even of the same land made it seem more…official.

"If you wouldn't mind," Emmett went on, "my men and I wanted to try and arrange a stronger truce with Narnia." I almost sighed, wondering how long it would take. My exasperation must have shown on my face, because Emmett's expression changed. "Of course, if you're not available…"

"Well, actually," I said, ignoring the disapproving look I got from Edmund.

"Yes, of course. I apologize; I came on such short notice," Emmett replied, nodding respectfully once more. "Should we arrange a time to meet and discuss the matter?"

"I can help you with that," Susan chimed in. "So you, Caspian, can get to your…very important business." I shot the older queen a grateful look before saying good-bye and heading back to Lucy's room.

"That was quick," my fiancée commented as I closed and locked the door behind me, making sure the key Edmund had used was in the room.

"I think your sister has taken a liking to the Archenland captain."

"Oh, no. Really?"

"Yes, but he's actually quite…polite," I told her, sitting on the bed next to her. I saw her worried expression and kissed her gently. "Don't worry. Susan's a big girl. She can take care of herself," I reminded her. Lucy smiled and nodded, moving her hands to the top button on my shirt and undoing it.

"I believe you had this off before."

Don't worry, they never go beyond a kiss! And as for all you dirty-minded people out there: shame on you! Anyway, has anybody with two older brothers ever referred to the eldest as an older-older brother and the younger as a younger-older brother, or is it just me? Hoped you liked it, I should be adding another chapter soon.