A/N: Prepare yourselves, this one is SAPPY. Rots my teeth looking at it, but I love seeing these idiots happy :)
Chapter 15 Content Warnings: sexual content
Chapter 15: sweet talk with a hint of sin
Addie
One moment, she's standing stretched out against him, moaning as Caspian's hands find her arse. The next, she's falling through the air and Caspian's arms sweep her up. Cradling her. Addie wraps her arms around his neck on instinct as he carries her into the bedroom.
The ride is smoother in his arms. She's held herself aloft with her legs around his waist many times while Caspian stumbled to the wall or bookshelf or, once, up against the study door. This is different.
When Addie kisses Caspian against the bookshelf with his length throbbing between her legs, she feels powerful, unstoppable - as wild and free as a god. But like this, no matter how frantically she laves kisses against his neck, no matter how many delicious sighs she coaxes from his throat, she feels… cherished. This feels like surrender, like she's letting him care for her.
Caspian holds her like a treasure, and she lets him.
He lays her on the bed, tenderness edged with hesitation even now. The way he looks at her… it's like she's being worshiped.
Well if he's set on worshiping her, she has little need of her dress. And it seems to Addie that if she won't be needing her clothes, it's only fair that Caspian won't need his. So her hands find his shirt hem as he climbs onto the bed, hovering above her on his knees. Addie's fingertips find skin just as their foreheads touch. Caspian lingers there, his thumb tracing her cheek as his lips hover just beyond reach. Caspian's brow furrows, as if he can't decide where to use his lips first.
Anywhere, Addie wants to say. Anywhere, everywhere, anywhere you want. Why bother with shyness now, when there are parts of each other still unexplored?
But the words catch in her throat and all she has is the sound of his name as it rolls off her tongue like her hips roll upward. That must decide him; Caspian's mouth descends at once to her chest. His tongue is a prayer against her skin, flicking delicate patterns over her breasts.
Addie finds his skin again. With a tug, his shirt hangs loose and her fingertips finally meet the smooth expanse of his back. Caspian's groan is muffled, and the sound rumbling over her skin before it centres between her thighs. When she slides her hands up and takes the shirt with it, Caspian trembles under her touch like a tree withstanding a gale.
She hesitates when her hands reach the top of his ribs. Caspian's mouth leaves her, and that alone should be a sin. But it's worth it for how hastily he shucks off his shirt.
Addie stares. Her fingers skip greedily over his skin, bare and smooth and warm, how is he always so warm? It's her turn for reverence as she traces the contours of his chest, the ghost of his ribs and the soft cords of muscle across his abdomen. Caspian's skin jumps when her nails graze the top of the thin, dark trail of hair that disappears into his waistband.
Her mouth goes dry.
Addie traces the line with her finger as lightly as she dares, until fabric stops her descent.
A choking sound erupts from Caspian's throat, somehow gentle as it breaks from his lips and sweeps over her skin. Addie curls one finger into his waistband, his name a plea on the tip of her tongue.
Caspian trembles for only a moment. In the next, he surges forward like a tidal wave, lips blazing trails of fire across her skin as he finally finds the ties at the back of her dress without prompting, without her having to swallow her pride and beg. Three graceless tugs later, the knot pops free, leaving Addie in a pool of loose fabric.
One good pull and she'll be bare. Will Caspian stare like he did when she only tugged her dress down to her ribs? If she lets him see her exactly as she is, will he cover her in kisses, hold her so tightly they can forget everything else?
She should know by now, because Caspian should be on her like a madman, should be undressing her until there's nothing left between them. So why is Caspian propped on his elbows and barely touching her? Why is he hesitating now, of all times?
"Caspian?"
He blinks sluggishly, like he thinks he's fallen into a dream and he can blink his way back to reality. Caspian cups her cheek, his palm hot and shaky on her skin. There is something so soft, so achingly breakable, in his gaze.
So it's savouring he wants. She can manage that.
Addie bites her lip against a dozen demands and mirrors him. If she concentrates, she can make out the traces of stubble darkening his jaw.
Caspian sighs and falls into her the moment she touches him. The steady press of his weight is desperate relief, madness, everything. Addie's hands only find skin as she pulls him close and her lips find his as though they never left. She could almost kiss him for the rest of her life if only these last layers of clothes were gone.
A wicked, wicked idea comes to her. And since Caspian is content to take all night about it, Addie doesn't think twice. In one surprisingly fluid motion, she's got her legs around him, pushed off the bed, and flipped them.
Their kiss breaks, but the way he groans under her is entirely worth it.
She'll have to chip away at that impeccable patience of his. See how Caspian enjoys being teased, how well he can lie back and let her set the pace. Perhaps he won't be such a patient man when she explores him with her mouth.
Addie starts at the column of his throat. The skin where his neck meets his jaw is her favourite to kiss, though she takes more care this time to only graze with her teeth. She promised to leave marks somewhere else.
Caspian is inarticulate by the time she's painted his neck in kisses. He grasps at her dress, the looser fabric curling tight into his fists as his hips jerk upwards, though half the time she makes sure he meets air. Every time he grinds up into nothing, Caspian's little frustrated gurgle echoes against her lips.
In all fairness, he started things off slowly. She will be forgiven for returning the favour.
Addie inches down his chest, her tongue spelling nonsensical letters against his skin as she finds the perfect spot. She tests the skin with her lips as she goes - first the soft patch of skin below his collarbone, then the smooth expanse between his shoulder and chest.
Then she finds it. Just above his heart, Addie discovers skin tight enough to mark, barely loose enough to suck.
She laves her tongue over the area first. Caspian clutches her dress so hard it's a miracle it hasn't torn by now. Addie smiles as she closes her lips over his skin and sucks at the same moment she drives her hips down.
Caspian's hoarse shout echoes in the room, as if the stones surrounding them can hear Addie's silent plea for him to do it again. Addie quickens the rhythm of her little nips and sucks until her name falls from his lips like a broken thing. She'll never tire of bringing Caspian to this shuddering, tight-limbed state. Of being the one he trusts to bring him to the edge.
Addie lifts her hips at once, cool air rushing against her core where Caspian's length rested only moments ago. She clenches around nothing, her kisses softening to whispers as she slides down his body. Her tongue flits out just often enough to draw the pleas from his throat, enough to change up the rhythm, keep him guessing. It takes all her strength to keep herself out of the reach of his thrusts; Caspian tries valiantly to pull her back in, but the need shaking through his arms gives Addie the leverage she needs.
When she brushes a kiss to his waistband, he breaks.
Caspian drags her back up to where he pants beneath her, his pupils blown wider than she's ever seen. He kisses her like she's the last woman on earth, all clumsy tongue and lips that swallow every satisfied sigh and moan Addie gives him. It's then, with his mouth frantic and plundering, that Caspian seizes her dress and yanks.
The fabric slips away and bares Addie's entire upper half, though her sleeves catch on her wrists. Addie frees her hands while Caspian stares at her - reverently, as if she's a primordial goddess and he would give anything to worship her.
The moment passes like a flitting shadow as he grabs her waist and flips them again.
It's a funny thing - Addie's helped put the sheets on his bed for months, but she never noticed how soft they are. The linen glides against her bare back as gently as water, never mind how it pools her body heat. But when Caspian dives to return her favour, Addie's world narrows to the frantic swirl of his tongue across her skin, the sharp tug as he sucks on her nipple.
Caspian's lips and tongue and teeth are messy things, strewing heady open-mouthed kisses down her neck and every inch of her breasts. Addie can't keep quiet, not when he's suckling her like that and the need is pulling tight between her legs, building with every nip and grasping touch. Caspian isn't bothering with restraint or teasing like she did. He finds her dress pooled at her waist and gives it another good jerk that would've worked perfectly if only Addie thought to lift her bum.
No matter; before she can apologise, Caspian's cupped her arse and worked the useless thing free. And then there's nothing between them but his pants and whatever hesitation he might cook up if he comes up for air and finds room to over-think everything like usual.
There's been enough thinking between them. Enough of everything except the touch of his skin and the sweet oblivion they can find in each other.
Tash, has she jinxed it? Here she is, naked on his bed, and Caspian's pulled away again. Already, Addie's skin cools as the bedroom air rushes between them. It's unacceptable, cruel, that Caspian is right there and he's got it into his head that he'd rather trace the swells and dips of her body with his eyes instead of his hands.
Caspian's jaw hangs slack. He drinks in the sight of her with an odd sort of calm, considering the situation. Considering all the other things they could do with her spread out on his bed and nothing but trousers in their way.
Easy enough to fix.
Addie props herself up on her elbows, narrowly missing bumping foreheads with the gaping prince still occupied in gawking. She makes it to Caspian's waistband before he stops her. Apparently, he still has full use of his hands even if he can't manage to put them on her.
"I fear I wouldn't…" Caspian makes a vague, choking noise when Addie writhes, and it's everything she can do not to press her lips to the front of his throat to feel the sound hum against her lips.
Caspian tries again, fingers tight around her wrists. "I want to explore you. Lay back, let me, Addie, please."
"That depends," Addie mumbles. "Will you take all night about it?"
"I would like to." Caspian trails a hand down her side, pausing at the dip of her waist. "How did you put it? I want to know every part of you."
The soft fabric of his trousers chafe against Addie's thighs. If only she'd got Caspian out of his pants first, perhaps she'd already have swept him beyond the point of speech.
Addie realises belatedly she hasn't surrendered to him before - never in entirety. Never without indulging them both in his pleasure, too.
Perhaps, if this is a beginning like he said… what's the harm in testing it, seeing how she likes it?
She can trust him with this. Caspian's never turned away from her, never been concerned with anything but her pleasure.
"Patience is not one of my virtues," Addie says. "But…"
She kisses him then, slow and hungry and lingering despite her usual rashness. Despite her disinclination to Caspian's slow, staccato method of lovemaking.
When Addie sighs into his mouth, the hand at her waist slides, charting a careful path over her skin. Her stomach jumps when Caspian's fingers glide over her lower belly. He pauses just above the hair between her legs.
Addie whimpers into his mouth. His fingers find her.
She's drenched. Addie knew as much, knew that familiar seep of warmth was her body begging for his touch, but this is more than usual. Caspian lingers at her entrance, tracing the shape of her like he's still awaiting her answer. Addie thought her kiss was obvious enough, and surely the slick at his fingertips about to ruin his bed linens clarifies the matter. They're such nice linens it almost seems a shame.
"Alright," Addie whispers. "Explore as you like."
Caspian's smile is softer than it has any right to be, all tender gaze and gently curved lips and mostly straight teeth peeking through. He guides her back down, one hand scorching a brand into her ribcage and the other tucked behind her neck. His hands roam slower than before.
Remarkable; he's mustered enough self-control to touch her without falling into their usual grinding.
His mouth is a careful, sacred thing as it traces a path from her breasts and tickles down her torso. Even there he idles, spreading soft little kisses across her stomach firm enough to set her blood humming, but not firm enough. Enough to keep the heat pulsing in her core, not to coax it into the inferno she needs.
Addie's opening her mouth to complain, about to tell this moon-eyed prince to get on with it already, when Caspian slides down and his breath fans the flames to life. Addie's legs spread effortlessly as he settles between her legs, one arm wrapped around her thigh and the other close enough she could scream - she will if Caspian doesn't make good on the promise stretched tight between them.
Caspian's fingers find her again, stroking through a pool of leaking desire. Two fingertips, brushing along so gently that tears spring to her eyes as Addie chokes on a sob.
"Caspian please," she cries, wild thing he's driven her to. "Please, I can't stand it, you have to touch me, don't you want -"
Caspian licks a stripe between her legs, his thumb clumsily seeking that little bundle of nerves. Has she specified that to him before? Addie tries to mumble the question, but the words and everything else fall away when Caspian groans and sets his mouth to her like a starving man.
They're not graceful, the sounds he makes as he laps her up, but Addie doesn't care, not when he's giving her something she hadn't thought to ask for. Addie wanted his hands on her; it didn't cross her mind that Caspian would kiss between her legs like he kisses her mouth, that he'd explore her just as thoroughly with his tongue as she imagined he would with his fingers.
The sheets must be a mess by now, soaked in damning patches with their sweat and other things, and she'll have to strip the bed before Bruna gets here, tuck the evidence away. She should make Caspian help; it's his fault she's dripping.
She'll have to put these at the bottom of the basket, Addie muses as she thrashes under Caspian's tongue. The entire room smells like sex.
She never knew what that smelled like. She never thought she'd like it. But then, Addie likes a lot of things she didn't think she would before Caspian.
The sheets holding heat was nice at first, when she was wearing nothing but air and Caspian wasn't feasting on her yet. Now they're too hot, and there's no respite from the heat curling low in her belly, threatening to unravel her from the inside out. There won't be any stopping it.
Caspian's fingers replace his tongue at her entrance. He lingers there, maddeningly hesitant even with his tongue swirling sinfully and how does he know about this? Addie's patience snaps; she grinds down against his hand and oh two of his fingers slide in so effortlessly, as if they always belonged there. Caspian shifts his arm and without warning his fingers hit a spot that makes her toes curl and draws a desperate, keening cry from her. If he doesn't stop, if he keeps going with his mouth like that and his fingers hitting just so -
Caspian moves again, his fingers jostled away from whatever magical spot lies on her front walls.
Addie tries for words, syllables, anything coherent, but the only thing to do is roll her hips until she finds it again, there at the edge of his fingertips. The heat builds again, climbs higher than ever before, and she's choking because there's no air when she's this close to the edge.
With a flick of his tongue and twist of his fingers that seems more like an accident than luck, she tips over.
At some point she flails around for a pillow to muffle the cries spilling from her mouth, but Caspian sucks on her again and she can't do anything but ride the aftershocks, fucking shakily onto his hand. Addie's vision goes white at the edges as she comes down.
Her hips slow as the aftershocks echo. There's a fullness to it now, with two of Caspian's fingers buried to the knuckle. It's a boneless relief to not spasm around empty space, to have something to cling to as she comes back to herself.
Time seems a fickle thing as Addie catches her breath. When she can finally see past the haze of the afterglow, there he is, looking at her with nothing short of awe.
"See," Addie says, only half-sure the words are coming out as they're supposed to. "Similar, just inside."
Caspian looks like he's seen a god. Or a ghost, or an angel, perhaps. She's none of them, so Addie pulls him down to kiss him properly. The slight tang on his tongue must be her.
"Where'd you figure that out?" Addie mumbles into his mouth.
Seeing Caspian flounder for words is, Addie decides, one of her favourite sights.
His first attempt warbles unintelligibly, caught on the insistent press of his tongue between her lips. His second mumbles something about the library.
"Library?"
Caspian flattens over her body, his hands roving the sides of her breasts. "The castle library has educational materials," he mutters. "If you know where to look."
Any further conversation snaps out of Addie's mind as his length heats her inner thigh, still trapped behind those infernal pants, and she arches against him like a needy thing. Their skin doesn't glide, sticky as it is with sweat, but the friction over her chest reminds her of that second wave she didn't get to chase last time.
This time, she will.
"Do you still wish to?"
At first, Addie doesn't trust her voice. She's still not sure if her attempt at explaining her climax came out coherent, and this inquiry is too important to muck up in her post-coital daze. So she reaches for Caspian's waistband again, hooks her fingertips under the edge. But he's still looking at her with the question soft as a sigh in his features - the slight press of his eyebrows, the tightness in the corners of his mouth.
"Yes," Addie whispers. It's as natural as breathing, to guide him closer by his hips. "Yes," she repeats. "Do you?"
"Very much," says Caspian. "But… I'd ask one thing of you."
Her answer is an echo of his promise to her not so many months ago.
"Anything." She'd walk through an earthquake, a blizzard, a firestorm at the end of the world if he asked.
"A beginning," he whispers. "Not a goodbye."
This time when Addie tugs at his pants, Caspian helps her peel them off. Something clicks as soon as he hovers above her as bare as she. There's a rightness to it, having nothing between them but air.
Soon, not even that.
Addie can't help herself; she reaches for him, curious to know if she can find the beat of his heart in the pulse twitching along his length. First her fingertips, just a brush. Enough to feel the whisper of impossibly soft skin stretched tight. Caspian makes a sound like a dying man and falls toward her, barely catching himself before their foreheads collide. Addie curls her fingers around him experimentally. She could never have guessed how close to satin he would be. No, that's unfair; she's touched satin only once, and it's cool as a mountain stream. Caspian's heated skin is softer, and it's hers.
Caspian seizes her wrist before she can try squeezing.
"I won't last if you -" he cuts himself off with a trembling sigh, and she understands. She'll have to explore another time.
Addie guides him to her entrance as slowly as she wants, as directly as she dares. They breathe together, ragged and ruined and perfect. Caspian must be wound unbearably tight if the leaking at his tip is the desire she thinks it is. Perhaps that's to ease the passage, like the slick flooding her.
Addie fumbles for a moment trying to figure out where to… put him. It'd be easier if she could see what she's aiming for, but that would mean asking Caspian to lift himself and losing the comfort of his skin is unfathomable.
He brushes against her soaking entrance. Caspian swears, every line and muscle taut as he dusts a constellation of kisses to her forehead, cheeks, lips. His hips stutter forward, and it's enough.
Caspian slides in smoother than she thought, the passage slick after her recent climax. Maybe that's why he insisted on tasting her first?
Was that only minutes ago? It seems a different lifetime, a different world before she knew what it was like to be filled.
Addie's head falls back against the pillow, because it's too much having him above her and inside her. Every one of her senses only knows him - the strange musk of their bodies sweating together, the brush of his hair over her cheeks, the fullness of his lips on her skin, the unexpected stretch inside her as he eases forward.
Caspian buries his fingers in her hair, no matter they must be an absolute mess by now, full of tangles and knots and sweat and Tash knows what else. Maybe she didn't get all the soot out; what if he comes away with black streaks across his hand?
Caspian kisses her back to reality. Addie coaxes her eyes open and finds his instantly, as if they're a pair of magnets drawn undeniably toward each other.
It's been that way since the beginning, really.
Their gazes locked, Addie's hand falls away and Caspian pushes in further. Addie tenses, gaze straying down to their joining, though she can't see anything beyond the planes of Caspian's stomach meeting the curve of her stomach. His fingers were blissful need, but this is… different. His cock fills her completely, leaving no crevice untouched, no nerve ignored.
It's strange, this feeling of fullness. Not bad, just unfamiliar.
Tight.
Addie tries adjusting her hips but oh that slips him further than she was quite ready for.
Surely she can manage it; don't they fit together? She just has to go slowly, let her body figure out what to do. It's known well what it needs so far.
"Are you well?" How Caspian manages words, much less an entire question, is far beyond her.
Addie breathes deep and tries to summon coherency. "Keep going," she manages.
Caspian obliges only to bump into a pinch of resistance, further in than his fingers quite reached. The other maids, the ones with experience, said sometimes the first go is a little painful. Claudia insisted it passes soon if one's bedmate knows what they're doing, but Anna wasn't so lucky. Addie starts to brace herself like she would before shoving hot coals into the oven, all tense muscles and squinting eyes, but she remembers with a start she's not alone in this.
She's not alone.
Addie twists her fingers free of the sheets and takes Caspian's other hand. "Go ahead," she whispers.
He pushes, and the pinch twinges a little just like Claudia said. But it's not so bad, not for very long, not with Caspian above her, one hand in her hair and holding her like she's a treasure. It seems to Addie it's been entirely too long since she tasted his lips. So she surges up to kiss him, and if he wants to keep watching her, she won't stop him.
Caspian kisses her like she's made of glass, and only then does Addie realise how badly he's shaking. She pushes his hair out of his eyes and urges him on again.
The slight pain melts away so quickly she almost could've imagined it. Any discomfort is lost in how he glides against her walls, how his lips spill out prayers and curses and scattered sweet nothings as he licks into her mouth.
Addie tries meeting his increasingly staccato thrusts, and -
- and Caspian's letting out those telltale little gasps, his breath hot as he mouths at her neck.
He's warm.
The only coherent thought Addie can muster as Caspian shudders through his climax is that he's so deliciously warm. She expected it to be a sudden, rushing sensation, but there's only a steady throb and a gentle, blooming heat deep inside her.
Addie watches Caspian like she has a thousand nights left with him, like they have all the time they could ever want, even when Caspian's eyes drift closed and he collapses atop her. His weight presses her into the scorching bedsheets, comforting and whole. But this time Caspian trails one hand down her body, planting sleepy kisses over her breasts as he finds those nerves again with his cock softening inside her.
It's a quiet thing, this second wave. Perhaps Addie's already spent from so many sensations, or perhaps each inch of skin is still alight for him even after they've both finished, even with his seed starting to trickle onto the sheets. It doesn't take long once she rolls up against his fingers and he rubs careful circles where she needs them most.
Addie sighs through her second of the night, pulsing around him as Caspian watches her like a man transfixed, even in exhaustion.
It's no goodbye. It's exactly as he said.
A beginning.
A/N: I love seeing these two happy 3 (Also love seeing them miserable but shhhh, that's not this week's prerogative.) If you're here for the angst, don't worry, it's coming!
In honor of this week's sappiness, I couldn't resist tossing another video edit out there. Yes, I cried a lil making it :') It'll be on my Youtube page on Wednesday, same username as on here.
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"It's serious, Addie." Luckily for his nose that presumably wants to stay in one piece, Marcos doesn't lean closer. "Miraz knows."