Adventures in Narnia
Ch. 10 Secret, Passionate Union
He hoped that, to her, it didn't seem that he was trying to eat her face, because he wasn't. He was, indeed, kissing her with all the passion that he had kept bottled up for two days. When love is new, waiting two whole days to kiss just a second time seems like… well, murder.
And Peter and Virginia had just recently escaped death.
Peter pulled away from Virginia slowly.
"Do you have any possible idea how much I love you?" Virginia moaned.
They were sitting on a bench in a secluded courtyard in Cair Paravel- but nobody ever went there. It was overgrown and unwanted.
Perfect place for snogging.
"Maybe I might," Peter smiled, "someday."
"When are we going to tell everyone?" Virginia pleaded.
"When I'm ready," truthfully, Peter knew the minuet that he told someone people would be pressuring him to ask for Virginia's hand- he was almost positive that there was some Narnian law about that- and when he was ready to marry, they could safely tell the world.
"Ok, I guess, I just so wanted to tell Susan last night…"
"I know, my love," Peter stroked her hair, "and we will tell. When I'm ready for what I know will have to follow the telling."
"What is that?" Virginia snuggled up against him.
"I'd rather not tell, actually. You'll know," Peter half-smiled, half-scowled.
Virginia rested, then, in Peter's arms until she looked at him again.
"Peter… are people going to pressure you to marry me when word gets out?"
Peter sighed, "Kings do have to keep up appearances, love."
"So, so true," Virginia sighed, "I know you are scared of marrying m-"
"Don't say me, love. I'm scared of marrying in general; I'd love to marry you."
Virginia kissed Peter again, and they were at it yet again-kissing passionately.
Peter didn't want to pull away when Virginia did, apparently, and moaned when she pulled slowly away.
"Peter," Virginia smiled, "enjoyed that, eh?"
Peter moaned again, "Virginia, I love you."
Virginia threw her arms around Peter again.
"Peter, I love you," Virginia's voice was muffled in Peter's neck.
"Virginia," Peter's voice sounded excited, "when we are married, how many children do you want to have?"
"6," Virginia smiled, "I think that's all my body will be able to handle."
"Good, because I want as many as you can handle. I don't want to hurt you, you know," Peter laughed and brought his lips to hers once more.
"Queen Lucy?" Tumnus asked, coming into the Throne Room.
"Yes Mr. Tumnus?" Lucy asked, still quite angry at the events of the previous day.
"I am here," Tumnus breathed in deeply, "to make peace."
"Really?" Lucy's eyes flickered with hope.
"Yes. We are both in the wrong here: me because I told you about her and you because you acted rashly because of it. We both must clearly face the fact that we are in love, accept it, and put it on hold until you are older, Lucy."
"I know we have to wait- but oh, I wish we didn't."
"I know, I wish that too," Tumnus approached Lucy and took her hands in his.
"Now you must promise me, Lucy Pevensie that you will wait until you are older for me, but don't fall out of love."
"Of course, Mr. Tumnus!" Lucy smiled brightly.
Mr. Tumnus smiled and gently touched Lucy's cheek before backing away.
"Now, I must bid thee farewell, baalore, and do as you commanded."
"I feel sorry that I asked that, now," Lucy admitted, "but what does baalore mean?"
"It means my love in Faun and Satyr language," Tumnus smiled.
"Then goodbye," Lucy's voice was soft, "baalore."
And Mr. Tumnus left.
Lucy was walking through the Cair Paravel gardens, breathing the smell of a rose deeply. It was a rose that Mr. Tumnus had sent her just before he left. It was her greatest treasure.
She suddenly came upon an abandoned garden, overgrown with weeds and vines, making it seem out of place next to the beautiful gardens surrounding it. Lucy was horribly curious about that particular garden—it looked like an ancient, tranquil beauty, maybe left over from when the last rightful rulers of Narnia lived here. Maybe, because of the fact that overgrown gardens make you think of those kinds of things, she could freely thing about Mr. Tumnus there.
Tucking the rose in her hair, Lucy attempted to push open the grand gates of the garden- but they were heavy with rust, and the vines didn't help either. So Lucy gave it another grand push, and it opened wide, like the mouth of the Great Lion.
Cautiously, like when she first entered the wardrobe, Lucy stepped into the garden. She looked around curiously, it was a complete jungle penned up into a plot of land the size of a courtyard.
Suddenly she heard a muffled sound from behind some of the denser trees- a wood nymph, perhaps? Lucy's curiosity drove her on, and she climbed through the dense trees and saw what- or rather, who, was making the noise.
There was Peter, and… he was kissing Virginia! She was situated on his lap, her hands in his, and they were kissing quite passionately. Lucy placed a hand to her mouth to keep herself from screaming.
"PETER PEVENSIE! VIRGINIA BOROTTI!" she cried. They jumped apart in fright, both flushed with pleasure and embarrassment.
"Lucy?" Peter ran a hand through his hair, "how… how'd you get here?"
"I was wondering the castle, Peter. Please, explain this…?"
"Erm," Virginia looked horribly uncomfortable.
"Let me guess," Lucy smiled, "you finally told Peter you loved him, and he said that he returned the feeling?"
"Actually, that happened a long time ago," Peter admitted. Virginia smiled at him then, and Peter smiled bashfully back.
"Anyway, please don't tell anyone, okay Lucy?"
"They're bound to find out sometime!" Lucy laughed.
"Yes but… please, ok?" Peter sighed.
"Ok, I promise!" Lucy threw her hands up in defeat.
"Thank you, Lucy," Virginia smiled.
"You're welcome. Don't have too much fun!" and Lucy left.
Edmund knelt beside the hospital bed, nurturing Sarah. No one had any idea why he was so keen to help her, but Edmund knew why he was at her bedside every night. He didn't tell anyone, though.
Sarah, although no longer deathly pale and dehydrated, was still unconscious. It was everyone's fear that she was on the path to death. But Edmund knew, deep down in his heart, that he would wake her up, because he loved her.
And so that as kneeling by the hospital bed, placing a wet cloth on Sarah's forehead, and gently slipping medicines down her throat.
"Come on, Sarah," Edmund pleaded, clasping his two hands around one of Sarah's pale ones, "please!"
Finally, Edmund used a drop of Lucy's cordial, (Lucy had told him only to use it when nothing else worked,) and the drop slid down her throat.
Edmund watched, and waited, as Sarah's eyes flickered open.
"Sarah!" Edmund cried, and threw his arms around him.
"Ed-Edmund?" Sarah said weakly, "Thank you!"
And Edmund smiled back.
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