Here's a little one shot my friend and Iwrote. Enjoy.
The whole room watched as she laughed loudly, clearly enjoying her dance.As happy as she may have looked, it was not at all how she felt. Sure, it felt nice to be in the arms of her fiance. But when she was in his arms, she felt splendid.As if her whole body was covered in complete bliss.
Peter.
The name runs through her mind. Echoing off the walls as the two have a wonderous time having sex. No, making love. It was her first time with Peter when she realized the difference between the two.
Sex was something you did when you were dating a highschool boyfriend, or your best friend's brother.
Making love wasn't something you did with anyone, or it wouldn't be called such. It was what you did with the person you loved. Your husband wife, fiance, or in this case brother.
How she loved those nights. When he would send tidal waves of pleasure, rushing through her body. As he gently sucked her neck or massaged her breasts, slightly pinching her erect nipples. He was never forceful or rough, assome of her previous partners had been. No. He was soft and caring, always careful never to hurt her. And when they were finished he would lie with her, sometimes starting a conversation. Many mornings they would be forced to wake up earlier than most. Hiding evidence of the previous events that occurred.
So as she danced the night away, Narnian citizens admiring her beauty and grace, she would always picture in her mind Peter standing before her. Whispering romantic phrases softly into her ear. Tenderly kissing her forehead. Gently caressing her soft, silky hands.
Queen Susan the Gentle will always love High King Peter the Magnificent. She never had and never will have a lover like him.
Never before, never after.
How'd you like it. Criticism is welcome. Please review. Oh and all mistakes are mine.