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, maybe though if I put on my red slippers, and click my heels three times… click…click…click, damn I got nothing, how about you?

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.

Once Upon an Ocean Moon

Nearly a month after the meeting in her study, Susan wandered about the deck of the Splendor Hyaline. Her mind

drifted, and she smiled as the cool sea breeze blew her hair around her face. Glancing towards the bow she spotted

Oreius leaning over the railing, carefully she moved towards him. She placed her hand softly upon his stallion back;

he turned quickly and gave her a soft nod.

"General, I have been unable to speak to you since we left port, but for a few words here and there." Oreius stared

at the queen. She was beautiful, in her royal blue, spaghetti strap, a-line dress, which had an empire waist, clung

to her slender form, riding low on her breast, making it a chore for the centaur to keep his eyes where appropriate

on a queen. Silently he scolded himself for his actions.

"Yes, my queen, we have not truly spoken since that day in your study. But it has been a lengthy journey with many

dangers since leaving port. We both have been, if I may say regrettably, busy." Susan pressed her deep red lips

together, and smiled at him. He felt himself stiffen, as his body began to respond, to what he thought were innocent

actions on the gentle queen's part. He rolled his neck, trying to change his minds wanderings. Susan's next words

however put a stop to his plan.

"I wonder if we will have time for a good swim in the ocean. I hear the waters are a stunning crystal blue. I do

believe I've read that the waters around the Trigan Islands are most refreshing and it has been years since I had a

good long swim in something besides the private royal pool." Oreius nodded his head; it was all he could do.

"From what I understand, your majesty, the ocean is a glorious sight, they say the water glistens beneath the moon

light, and the beaches are often a favorite place for young lover's to visit,to bealone. " He stopped himself quickly,

realizing momentarily what his words sounded like. Susan meanwhile smiled brilliantly, and decided to continue

talking when the general cut his train of thought short.

"I will just have to be accompanied then, we wouldn't want me to run off with someone unbecoming of a queen of

Narnia, or to witness something I shouldn't. Don't you agree General?" Oreius felt his stomach drop at the innocent

meaning of her words, he was not royalty, nor was he of any noble blood. He nodded quickly then,looked once more

back out at the ocean, as thoughts of seeing the Queen swimming naked ran through his head. He felt the young

queen come to stand at his side, her arms resting lightly on the railing of the ship. As he turned his head, he was

giving the view of a life time as his eyes slid down where her dress had separated from her body, slightly exposing

her breast. Silently he scolded himself for his actions as he felt his ears twitch and his blood run hot. Swiftly he raised

his large form back to stand tall, and gave a noise of frustration, one Susan misinterpreted as a small laugh. His eyes

momentarily looked across the ship, although, it was late, he noted several members of her crew still on deck doing

various jobs, and some even sleeping under the star filled night sky. He swiftly came to the decision that a change of

conversation was his best course of action.

"I spoke with Captain Leevan earlier this evening, he believes, your majesty that we should be reaching Trigan

mid-morning tomorrow." He breathed a momentarily sigh of relief, until Susan spoke again.

"Well, I am in no hurry to deal with more stuffed shirts. Although, I guess, I am one of those stuffed shirts aren't I?"

She stopped and gave Oreius a fleeting look, his face gave nothing away, and she felt herself sigh internally.

"You my lady are a queen, royalty of Narnia, and if I dare say, you are elegant, and regal no matter what you do. You

are by far not a stuffy diplomat. I would much rather spend a lifetime in your fine company then even an evening in

any other… I mean to say I would rather speak with one who sits upon one of the four thrones then…" Susan laughed

lightly, and placed her hand once more lightly on his shoulder. The sound made Oreius feel light, assured and

content.

"I'm flattered by your kind langue general, now if only my suitors where so fined tongued. I am sure I would be wed

within a year." Oreius was unsure how to take the comment, but nodded in return to the queens reassuring

comment. The queen stared up at the stars, unconsciously shivering. Oreius sighed in regret at not being more then

he was, and for not being able to get past the small fact. The great general could have any female he chose. Females,

which included numerous nobles from many of the lands which, were allies to Narnia. Marrying one of these females

would do his nation good. He often allowed his mind to fall across the possibility of marrying one of the many eligible

females, if only to give his High King, and other sovereigns a hand up, on good relations with another land. He knew

well that marriage when in his high position did not always equal love, and the one he loved was certainly out of his

reach. Yet, he dreamed of one of the only females out of his reach, permanently out of his reach. He once more

reprimanded himself for his thoughts of the glorious gentle monarch.

"It is late, general; I believe I should retire for the evening. One would not want me to be falling asleep on my feet

tomorrow when we enter into port. I fear that if I was to do that you would finally regret bringing me on this

journey." Oreius felt his heart give a little at hearing the queen's omission. He realized however it was late and only

logical for the queen to head below decks to her quarters. The centaur was surprised however when she smiled shyly

at him, turning to leave.

"My Queen, you would never be an embarrassment to your splendid realm. If you were to be that tired, then I

would simply carry you upon my back. A women of your stature should not be forced to walk anywhere and I am

sure many of your subjects would be honored to carry you in a chair." Susan's mind momentarily drifted to

memories, of standing close to the General and her siblings, watching while four gigantic Cyclops carried the White

Witch into Aslan's camp, six years before. She quickly left her reminiscences, when she heard Oreius begin to speak

again.

"Perhaps you would allow me to escort you down to your rooms, it's becoming quite chilly up here on deck, and

there are many slippery spots on board." Susan smiled at him, and took his offered arm. Her mind flew in a thousands

different directions, all which ended in everything from a soft good night kiss, to a passionate endeavor in bed with

the general. She blushed slightly at the thought of awakening beside the massive centaur, his body wrapped tightly

around her naked form.

"I would be most honored General Oreius." He led her slowly below deck, realizing how she seemed to cling to his

side and grip his lower arm, due to the immense height difference. This led him to recall the severe difference

between the two, and how it could never work, even if the young queen ever returned his feelings.

Inside he mentally kicked himself, as his mind drifted to more pleasurable thoughts, he groaned as they approached

the sovereign's chambers. His mind filled with possibilities, each one more torrid then the next. He speculated what

it would be like to lift the light monarch into his arms and carry her into the bed chambers. How she would feel

pushed against his massive form, and what her voice would sound like begging him to take her, how she would feel as

he made passionate love to her slender human form. What it would be like to know he was the only male to have the

queen in such away. He was sure she had never been with a male, at least not in the extremely intimate way he

dreamed of taking her. Although in the back of his mind, he knew well that once he had her, he would never want

another male to touch her. He also knew however that to have her once would be enough for him to live on for

eternity. He cut his thoughts off, realizing the queen was asking him if he was alright, her body was standing closer

then normal in the narrow corridors of nation's flagship. He tried to step back and only caused his enormous

equestrian back into lightly ram into the wall. In the Queen's eyes he thought he spotted a moment of

disappointment. He reached up tenderly moving a piece of hair away from in front of her eyes, which fluttered shut

at the movement, and a small gasp passed through her lips, he felt what little strength he had dissipate. He smoothly

began to tilt the queen's face up towards his own, while leaning his human torso down to meet her ruby lips. Susan's

eyes looked intently into his; her heart beat was speeding up. Her right hand slowly moved up to run along the

generals horse-like ear, her left laid softly upon his lower hip, where human became horse. The gentle lapping of the

waves against the side of the ship soothed her slight fears, as she sized up the generals gigantic form.

Suddenly as quickly as the delicate moment came upon them it ended, Oreius pulled back swiftly. Thus leaving Susan

feeling cold and alone, even with the close proximity in which the centaur remained to her. She watched as his eyes

darted to the stairs, towards the bow of the ship, down near the Captains quarters, just before where the other

diplomats where staying. She could hear the distant sounds of the crew made up of several beasts, most likely drunk,

dancing and having a gay time above them. Apparently with little effort the centaur moved away from her to stand

along the hall. It was then she noticed finally a small cheetah which had just come around the corner, for a split

second the animal appeared to be looking oddly at them, before shrugging and going about his business. Once he was

gone she turned back to the General. Oreius was once more the stoic, often silent, noble beast he had been when

they had first met. He bowed slightly to the queen, she half heard him wish her a good night, and saying he would

see her in the morning, when they reached shore. Her mind was in a daze, as she responded in kind, and turned back

to her chambers, once inside she felt tears start to fall down her cheeks. Susan rebuked herself for her foolish

thoughts, which had most probably made Oreius uncomfortable. She shivered, not from the cold but the realization

she may have just permanently pushed away the only male she could ever truly want. Her mind floated to what he

would be like taking her for the fist time. She wondered if he would be harsh and demanding, or needy and begging.

Perhaps she often dreamed he would be gentle and patient. Susan was not completely daft, she had over heard the

young adult female servants talking about how painful ones first time was, even if it was with a small male, and Susan

was quite sure General Oreius was not a small male, even by centaur standards he was massive and powerful.

'That was so brash of me; I can not allow my feelings to show like that. Queen Susan would be most displeased to

discover your lustful thoughts about her. She must be horrified at what I almost did, I'll be lucky to escape this ship

with my command still intact.' Oreius entered his chambers berating himself for his foolish behavior. The king

entrusted me to protect her and here I am fantasizing of being the first male to defile her. He through his leather

tunic across the room, it hit the wooden boards with a much duller thud then he would have liked. Stiffly, he poured

himself a drink, and laid upon his bed, trying with all his might not to dream of what would have happened if he had

not regained his senses, and if she had been a wiling participant in what he wanted to do to her small form. He would

do better tomorrow he promised himself, he had to, from what King Peter had told him Trigan had a very fine

prince, who the king felt would make a perfect match for his sister. He would not fail his duty again, especially for

something that even if it did occur would only be able to be a one night occurrence, and the queen would be left for

scrutiny from any future husband she may take. Not to mention, the enormous regreat she would feel, the morning

after such an occurence.

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