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 Aslan camp. However, there are many difficulties for a gentle queen and a centaur general. Susan/Oreius.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if I put on my ruby slippers, and click my heels three times, click…click….click…damn I got nothing, it all still belongs to the god known as C.S. Lewis, and Disney, who seems to own all.

Important Author's Note: Sorry this took longer then I expected guys, I got laid off from work. You'd think civil services like Police, Crime Scene Units, Firefighters, and Paramedics would be the last ones on the chopping block, especially around Detroit. But yet, were always no matter where I live, the first ones to get cut. The more advanced the nation the more they cut the one who protect them internally. What kind of crap is that? I was told they can't afford to keep me on because of my linguistics specialization. To help pick up the slack my fiancée is going to teach summer school, which should be interesting. But yeah so I've been pretty down in the dumps, and his family we went to see in Iowa made it worse by telling me a pretty little thing like me should be doing a 'normal' job not walking around dead bodies, and racing after murderers. Really tells me how much they listen when I tell them that the show CSI is not real, no matter how many people say it's all good, there are several terrible mistakes in it. Now that I've been able to rant for a moment, on with the story. I hope you enjoy this chapter; the next one should be up by Monday. I just knew I was getting behind and want to make it up to you, so there will be lots of Oreius/Susan goodness coming soon. Oh and Lucy/Tumnus chapter of 'What you Leave Behind' is giving me a lot of trouble, but I'm trying really I am, I just can't write one I'm happy with.

Misunderstandings Have Started Wars

Oreius stood stunned, his whole form crackled with want and need. He swallowed hard, and carefully made his way to the slammed door.

Taking a deep breath the massive beast threw it open and moved out of his room. His heart stopped as his eyes spotted the queen racing

down the hallway, one hand holding her face, and the other trying to keep herself from tripping on the long gown. He felt himself shook

out of his euphoria and daze, his hooves began to swiftly move over the marble. Suddenly he found himself being stopped by the High

King, slowly he bowed to the highest monarch in the land. Every inch of his large form pleading with his mind to follow Susan, to ignore

the words from the kings mouth as he requested a meeting with the general, immediately. Against his better judgment Oreius followed

Peter into the office and leaned warily against the large mahogany desk. Peter moved to sit behind it, his eyes flashing with an emotion

Oreius had never seen before, and frankly would rather not see looking at him.

"General would you happen to know why my sister was running from your quarters in tears?" Peter turned and looked at one of his oldest

friends, not to mention his head advisor. The centaur uncomfortably shifted his weight between his four legs, arms balancing him against

the desk.

"My High King, I just feel I may have made a grave error, and would very much wish you permission to follow your sister and try to

rectify the situation." Peter glared at Oreius, never before had the centaur been so forward as to request his leave.

"General, you make it sound as if you did something that perhaps if told to another soul would cause… your downfall." Oreius's eyes flew

to meet with the kings, something within him snapped. He stood up straight; his eyes fell downward at the king. His stance gave the sense

of his incredible power, and strength. Peter felt himself for the first time since taking on the witch unsure of his movements and words.

He also realized suddenly exactly why Aslan had hand picked Oreius to lead his army.

"Your Royal Highness, I have requested permission to attend to Queen Susan." Peter fought down the torrid of emotions running through

him. He wanted to demand Oreius tell him exactly in detail what had occurred, while a stronger part wanted to tell him to stay away

from the gentle queen. Peter took a deep breath and stood. He placed both of his hands on his desk he leaned forward and looked upwards

into the eyes of the general.

"Go, but this is not finished, my sisters heart is not to be played with and I will remove you from your post if you show an inability to

make a stern decision about my little sister. I am not concerned with what the choice may be, but I warn you old friend do not allow your

physical feelings to run far with my sister without your emotion being in the same place. Desire and lust are not welcome in this castle

without there being a firm grip behind them within the heart." Peter turned effectively dismissing the large beast and heard the door slam

shut. He could feel his hands itching to throw something but his strict training led him to simply drop into his chair and close his eyes.


Susan flew through the castle, she had long ago kicked off her heels leaving them laying in the hall, and was now running bare foot over

the marble, tears streamed down her face. She turned and cut through the gardens nearly running over Edmund who was having a

conversation with Mr. Beaver. She ignored her brother's yells for her to stop and finally reached her chambers. She collapsed on her bed,

after slamming her white door. The tears flowed down her face unstoppable, her hands running through her hair and over her face.

After a long period she sat up glancing in the mirror across her room. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, tears still running down

her cheeks, and her hair was destroyed. She softly touched her red lips and sniffled slightly. She was heart broken and destroyed, she had

taken her last chance and it had failed miserably. Susan allowed herself to fall back against her bed, her hands folded on across her chest.

Every ounce of strength was gone from her slender form, she ignored the voices calling through the door from time to time asking if she

was alright or of needed any sort of assistance. Susan knew nobody would enter without first being told to do so by her, at least that's what

she hoped. In her mind she kept running through the events of the last few months, each incident where she thought her feelings were

reciprocated by the centaur. In her mind she couldn't find any of reason then that she had been stupid and so excited with the prospect of

Oreius feeling the same .She could recall nearly ever moment they had spent together as of late, was it just last night she had found her

mind changing the events so that they worked out differently while she partook in some rather un-royal like activities on her own. Her

mind traveled to a memory of walking through the gardens while staying on the Trigan Islands, she had been dressed in a traditional

Trigan dress, although it was not really a dress. A short light blue flowered skirt that fell just short of showing what one should not show

in public, a top that wrapped around her upper chest and had no sleeves in the same fabric as her skirt showed off her upper body. Small

sandals sat on her feet wrapping slightly up her thin muscular legs. She allowed herself to smile slightly allowing herself to become lost in

her memories.

Flashback

Susan walked over the grass, sighing as she felt the cool evening breeze brush over her skin. Beside her Oreius walked, his legs moving as closely in sync with

hers as possible between there different species. She ran her eyes over him and found herself staring at his broad shoulders. It wasn't until she felt the

generals gaze upon her that she discovered her legs had stopped moving causing the centaur whose arm was joined with hers to come to a halt also. She felt

herself blush at under her gaze and wondered for a moment what it would be like to always be under that gaze, his eyes much softer then normal and he was

making her feel like she was beautiful.

"Is everything alright my dear queen?" Susan felt herself shift, as she fought to come up with an answer. Her mind was stuck on the way he had said her

title. It caused a shockwave of want to slither down her spine and settle in her lower abdomen. She reached her unoccupied hand up and ran it over his upper

arm allowing it to settle just above the elbow. She wanted to jump him as she watched him shake a little at the touch, his hand moving to cover hers.

"How could I not be fine general, after all I have marvelous company this evening and am quite as ease with everything going on here. This is absolutely

lovely, I'm just getting a slightly tired." Her eyes slowly rose to meet his, which she noted where raking down her body, halting at the realization he'd

possibly been caught.

"Would you like a ride my queen? It would be quite the honor." Susan contemplated the suggestion for a moment, there had been some talk about her coming

in on the centaurs back a couple weeks prior. She knew the traditions behind riding on a centaurs back. For proprieties sake she knew she should refuse,

however it sounded so good.

"I would enjoy that very much General Oreius." He had smiled and helped her onto his strong back, this time taking his time as he walked rather then racing

back towards the castle. Susan wrapped her long arms around his chest and nuzzled her face into his neck. She swore she heard him moan at the contact by

kept quiet in case she was mistaken. His muscles had felt as good as the pulsed between her legs, slowly moving with each step. Susan adjusted herself so she

could feel move of the strong movement under her and sighed. Her legs she gently tucked against his sides and unconsciously had begun to rub them back and

forth, at first feeing Oreius stiffen at the movement. He reached down and took one of her hands that clung to his chest and massaging it softly.

End Flashback

She groaned recalling how it had been only moments later, just prior to when her lips would have been pressing soft kisses along his back,

that Nicolettes voice could be heard searching for the highest officer in the Narnian army. Her body had screamed at the lose as she had

forced herself off of the strong back, unsatisfied and begging for more. Her body and heart had screamed for her to grab the general and

kiss him, to place his hands on her, and beg him to give her a proper release. Susan could feel the uncomfortable beginning of want flowing

through her veins. Deep inside it made her sick that thinking of the creature that had only a short while earlier caused her so much pain

could still make her body react in the improper fashion which it was. To make matters worse it was unfair to Oreius, to think about him

in such a manor when he did not wish for her in the same manor although the way his body had reacted that evening made if appear

differently. She rolled over on her side and sighed, her eyes were just beginning to drift shut when she heard it, at first she believed it

was just her imagination but in the end she realized the voice she heard and strong pounding at her door were real. The voice was strong,

but she refused to answer, to allow herself to fall apart once more. She knew she should at least answer, tell him to leave her, or even

more so as she wished to enter, but she remained silent holding her tongue. Yet, the voice did not leave it continued to request entrance

into her chambers, her bed chambers, certainly the male outside realized how wrong that would be. Especially under the circumstances,

Susan shuddered at the thought of him being in her room, so close and yet so far from her bed. It brought back memories of their fight,

and how she had nearly requested he stay, begged would probably more like it. How she had nearly pleaded with him to take her, to show

her what it felt like to be properly loved by a male. Those memories kept her lips tightly shut, and she could feel the tears trying to flow

once more. The knock was persistent, and the voice becoming more pleading, yet the oldest queen of Narnia stayed silent, preying that

Aslan would allow her some peace.

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