"So, now that I'm you betrothed, just what do I tell the crew?" Lucy asked looking a bit overwhelmed. Caspian wanted to scoop her up inside him and protect her always. But that would be a mistake, he knew, because Lucy didn't need protecting, just someone to lean on and love.
"The truth I suppose." Caspian stood and pulled her to her feet, kissing her with all the tenderness he possessed. "Come, let's tell them."
THREE MONTHS LATER… Caspian stood before Aslan, awaiting his bride. He couldn't believe Lucy was about to become his wife. He was also impatient for his wedding night, for those two months onboard the Dawn Treader were that hardest of his life. All he had wanted to do was pull Lucy under him and pleasure her beyond her wildest imaginings. Images of soft, pale skin against cream sheets, eyes even darker than normal, half-closed with a sexual hunger that knocked him off his feet flitted through his mind. Yet the vow of the bride's purity kept Caspian in check. He also wanted to make their wedding night something memorable for the both of them.
The wedding march started, pulling Caspian out of his hot, X-rated daydreams of Lucy pregnant with his child. He looked up, and the subjects of Narnia, both beast and man, cheered loudly. Coming toward him was an angel in glowing white. His heartbeat sped up and Caspian refrained from fidgeting nervously. 'Finally, all my dreams are about to come true.'
* * *
Lucy felt as if she were in a dream, a dream where all her wants and desires come true. Even the dreams that have haunted her at night, making her wake up all sweaty and wet with frustration. She had always prided herself on her self-control, but that control was slowly fraying under the strong sexual tensions that filled the air whenever she was around Caspian and they were alone. Caspian was stunning in crimson and gold, and beside him Aslan stood calm and composed, like a living bronze statue. 'All of my dreams are before me. This is a start of a new life for me.'
Once by Caspian's side Lucy took his large hand, feeling safe and excited. Aslan spoke and both Caspian and Lucy responded, but she couldn't recall a word of it. It was a blur of excitement and fear, love and joy. But Lucy did remember their kiss, one full of tenderness and promise.
The reception was a blur as well, but a good blur nonetheless. Gifts, congratulations, food, all came in a relentless stream. Their first dance was a waltz that much Lucy knew for certain. She also vaguely remembered leaving the reception early.
"Lucy?" Caspian whispered.
"Yes?" Lucy replied in kind.
"Are you sure?"
"I have never been so sure in my life."
Heated kisses filled the night as fireworks lit up the night sky outside their chambers. Gently Caspian schooled Lucy in the way of the bedroom. The love they made was intoxicatingly sweet and unhurried.
* * *
Legend has it that both Lucy and Caspian lived for at least two hundred years. Such a legend was never proven because their son was crowned king and soon after Caspian and Lucy disappeared during a storm at sea. But the legend also says that Caspian and Lucy lived out the rest of their lives on a remote island, safe and content in their love.
"The truth I suppose." Caspian stood and pulled her to her feet, kissing her with all the tenderness he possessed. "Come, let's tell them."
THREE MONTHS LATER… Caspian stood before Aslan, awaiting his bride. He couldn't believe Lucy was about to become his wife. He was also impatient for his wedding night, for those two months onboard the Dawn Treader were that hardest of his life. All he had wanted to do was pull Lucy under him and pleasure her beyond her wildest imaginings. Images of soft, pale skin against cream sheets, eyes even darker than normal, half-closed with a sexual hunger that knocked him off his feet flitted through his mind. Yet the vow of the bride's purity kept Caspian in check. He also wanted to make their wedding night something memorable for the both of them.
The wedding march started, pulling Caspian out of his hot, X-rated daydreams of Lucy pregnant with his child. He looked up, and the subjects of Narnia, both beast and man, cheered loudly. Coming toward him was an angel in glowing white. His heartbeat sped up and Caspian refrained from fidgeting nervously. 'Finally, all my dreams are about to come true.'
* * *
Lucy felt as if she were in a dream, a dream where all her wants and desires come true. Even the dreams that have haunted her at night, making her wake up all sweaty and wet with frustration. She had always prided herself on her self-control, but that control was slowly fraying under the strong sexual tensions that filled the air whenever she was around Caspian and they were alone. Caspian was stunning in crimson and gold, and beside him Aslan stood calm and composed, like a living bronze statue. 'All of my dreams are before me. This is a start of a new life for me.'
Once by Caspian's side Lucy took his large hand, feeling safe and excited. Aslan spoke and both Caspian and Lucy responded, but she couldn't recall a word of it. It was a blur of excitement and fear, love and joy. But Lucy did remember their kiss, one full of tenderness and promise.
The reception was a blur as well, but a good blur nonetheless. Gifts, congratulations, food, all came in a relentless stream. Their first dance was a waltz that much Lucy knew for certain. She also vaguely remembered leaving the reception early.
"Lucy?" Caspian whispered.
"Yes?" Lucy replied in kind.
"Are you sure?"
"I have never been so sure in my life."
Heated kisses filled the night as fireworks lit up the night sky outside their chambers. Gently Caspian schooled Lucy in the way of the bedroom. The love they made was intoxicatingly sweet and unhurried.
* * *
Legend has it that both Lucy and Caspian lived for at least two hundred years. Such a legend was never proven because their son was crowned king and soon after Caspian and Lucy disappeared during a storm at sea. But the legend also says that Caspian and Lucy lived out the rest of their lives on a remote island, safe and content in their love.