Story: One Must Always Expect the Unexpected

Author: The Evil Pink Squirrel of Doom

Summery: Susan falls in love with someone who had been right at her side since entering Aslans camp.But there are many difficulties for a gentle queen and a centaur general. Susan/Oreius.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, if I did imagine the royalties.

Author's Note: Ok, I don't believe this type of story has ever been done before. I was just sitting there one day and I thought hmmm… Susan and Oreius would be a cute pairing. If you have any ideas let me know, and perhaps I will work them into the story. Don't knock the pairing until you've read the whole story, that's what I've always learned.

What Proximity Does

Queen Susan hurried down one of the long marble hallways of Cair Paravel, her legs moved just rapidly

enough not to be seen as improper. After a few moments she spotted the person she had been searching

out, her heart fluttered slightly at seeing him, as he walked, his four sturdy legs moved beneath his large

form. His muscles pulsed below his brown fur and skin, he was an ideal example of male authority and

vigor. The gentle queen had never seen him tired, or prepared to give in, it was one of the main reasons

the Narnian army was considered the greatest in the world.

"General" she called out to the massive beast and watched as his firm body came to a stop, his human

torso turning towards her. He was covered in the same style of leather tunic he wore every day when not

on the battle field, or entertaining heads of state, and diplomats from far off lands. His two swords hung

loosely at his side.

"My queen, you wish to speak to me?" His voice was calm, not showing the fierce battle going on

between his eyes, the very same battle that occurred every time he heard the tender queens voice.

"Yes, my brother informed me that you are to lead a group of men to the Trigan Islands." Oreius lifted his

head, looking at the young monarch as she came to stop beside his form. He allowed his eyes to

momentarily slid over her lithe form. She was tall at 5'11 although he still loomed above her. Long brown

hair curled lightly over her shoulders, she wore a crimson spaghetti strap two piece dress with a trumpet

skirt made of fine silks. Oreius softly bowed his head to the queen.

"Yes, the High King and I spoke about perhaps creating an alliance with the islands, they are a good

supplier of tropical fruit, not available to us here in your luxurious kingdom."

"Of course, I understand that the islands.." she cut off her sentence as several teenage servants came

around the corner giggling like little girls when they saw the sturdy general. She unconsciously laid her

hand softly upon the generals powerful equestrian back, almost possessively, although only for a split

second.

"Perhaps we could take this into my study General Oreius, it's not far as you know and we would be

uninterrupted." The General could only nod, running the queens word over in his head, and the second

meaning it could've contained had she meant it that way. He forced his body to calm down, as tainted

thoughts of the queens entered his head. He suddenly felt ashamed of himself, and he slowly began to

follow his queen up a set of stairs towards her large study. He felt his stomach tighten as he thought about

what the sovereign would think if she knew of his thoughts, as his eyes watched her back move gracefully

up the stairs and down a corridor.


In front of Oreuis, Susan was trying to keep her breath steady after hearing the servants hold back laughter

at her comment. She could just kick herself, how could she make such a comment to the large centaur.

Her mind began to drift to what her remark could mean, and what it would be like to feel the generals

strong body gripping tightly at her own. It was in the next moment she found out part of her inner

monologue. She was not paying attention to how she was walking, as the slim heel of her three inch high

crimson tie up shoes slipped on the white marble floor. In a moment Oreius realized what was happening,

and dove to catch the queen in his well-developed arms. Her body twisted around in surprise so she was

facing him. His heart pounded almost painfully in his chest, as her hair came up near his face, he could feel

her breath on his neck, and her two thin legs slid around his left fore leg, the warm V like center pressing

against the sensitive point where man met beast, her breast were pushed tightly against his chest, causing

him to give a slight gasp of pleasure and surprise. Reluctantly he placed the queen back on the ground,

and stood up to his full height still trying to quell his inner bodies argument. Susan moaned softly at the

lose of the contact from the generals body. She stared at him for a moment her now glassy eyes searching

for something. For a moment she thought she saw what she was looking for before his eyes once again

showed the same look as always. Susan licked her lips and stared into the centaurs face high above her.

Meanwhile, Oreius considered kissing the queen albeit for just a moment, before he was able to come to

his senses. As he did so, he dropped his hands back to the hilts of his swords, that laid at his side, and

chose a more verbal approach.

"Are you alright my queen?" Susan's breath caught once more in her throat at hearing the words my

queen, she wondered momentarily what it would be like to truly belong to the centaur before her, how

he would feel with his long arms wrapped around her slender form, laying in bed.

"Of course General, these heels are just so difficult to walk in. It does not help that I sometimes forget

that I am walking on slippery marble. Thank you for your help." The centaur nodded once more at her.

"I do know the trials that small hooves can give one on these floors, more then one of my soldiers I have

seen slid across the ground." Susan felt herself smile at realizing what he had meant, giving him another

brief look, she continued down the short hallway to her study.


Once inside Susan moved to sit on her couch, rather then the chair behind her large mahogany desk. She

quietly asked the centaur if he wanted a drink, politely he declined. Oreius was having trouble keeping his

wits about him, normally it was the simplest thing for him to do, and he had spent years doing so, playing

the strong, silent character. Standing in the queens private study, though he found it was difficult for him

to pay attention to what was actually going on rather then the fantasies that kept running through his

head. Unbeknownst to him Susan was having just as much trouble as the chief officer of her realm

"Now, as I was saying, I understand that the islands are quite the tropical paradise." Oreius glanced out at

the queens balcony for a moment, getting his thoughts straight.

"It is my understanding, your majesty, they are one of the most beautiful, and colorful places in the

world." Susan leaned back and took a deep breath.

"I wish to accompany your delegation, General. I have never seen a tropical climate and feel that it would

be a great asset for at least one of my family to have visited what is to hopefully become a dear friend."

Oreius found himself for the first time in many years speechless. He stared at the queen, feeling lost. For

Queen Susan to attend, the conference that was planned it would mean having her at his side for nearly

three straight months. As far as Oreius knew none of the other monarchs including High King Peter

planned on attending the meeting with the leaders of Trigan. He had never been on a trip alone with

Queen Susan, without the accompaniment of one of the other monarchs, Tumnus, or the Beavers. His

thoughts quickly turned however to the possibility that he would not have to leave the women he secretly

dreamed of at Cair Paravel. He often longed not to leave the queen, even if it meant being forced to be in

very close proximity with the elegant ruler. He came to the conclusion exceedingly quickly that it would

be a sweet torture, one he would very much be willing to endure. Although only for one of his

sovereigns, of course.

"Your majesty it will be a very long voyage. However if you wish to join us, that is your right. I will

welcome your help with this assignment." He bowed his head down, hiding a smile at the impossible

thoughts running through his head. Susan stood, and walked with the general towards the door.

" In that case then, I will see you this evening at dinner my general, you must dine with us, it will give

you a less formal chance to assure my brothers of my safety. I know they will be worried, I have never

gone on one of these trips alone. Well, I wont be alone I'll be with you and the rest of the delegation, but

none the less." She took a breath, and finished, hoping to convey a sense of excitement. "I assume we will

set sail for the tropics as soon as possible." Oreius once again bowed lightly to the queen, and began to

leave the room. Her words flying through is head, his mind kept placing the feeling of her breath on her

neck, and the words my general, together. He could feel his body becoming warm, he knew, he needed

to leave quickly. Perhaps a short cool shower prior to dinner would do his body good.

"Yes my queen, it is my hope that we will sail early next week. Since you are to come, I will make sure

the Splendor Hyaline is prepared for you to sail upon her." Susan halted for a moment feeling her heart

drop.

"You wont be sailing on the Splendor with me?" Her voice was calm, but inside she was fighting herself

not to show the devastation.

"No, my queen, I will be with you upon the flagship, I just had not planned on taking her prior to this

meeting. I assure you, your majesty I will be abroad the Splendor should something go wrong and you

need me. I will see you at dinner Queen Susan." He nodded once more, and left. As he walked back

down the stairs and across the castle to his chambers the only sentence running through his brain was 'My

General'. Susan gently closed the door behind the massive centaur. She was smiling brilliantly, and then

began jumping up and down in place in a very un-royal like manor, screeching like a teeny bopper.

"I'm going to sea with General Oreius, with Oreius haaa…." The young satyr walking past her door heard

her, and took off running down the hall, frightened out of his poor wits.

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