Title: And His World Was Round
Author: Rhion
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Caspian's looking for his wife...
Disclaimer: This schicksa doesn't claim to own this at all. All I have are some cats, some books, and a bunch of CutiePie!Caspians of many sorts, a handful of Ben Barnes (huh... I'd like to get a handfulla that... ) and my computer. Everything else is owned by uh.. Someone not me.
AN: Random loveydoveyness for kimidragonwho wanted some pregnant lovin' for Susan and Caspian. In my fic I Wish - which is a sequel to I Believe - I offered up the choice for some sugary fluff to make up for all the angst I'm putting Caspian and Susan through. As well as Edmund, Lucy, and Peter. So be warned that this is heavy on the snuggle-factor. I think I may now be diabetic. But it's a nice change of pace sometimes...
So think of this as sorta part of that series, but something that takes place long after Susan and Caspian are reunited. Which means that I'll now be forced to make triply sure that I Wish ends happily.
Caspian walked through the long corridors looking for his wife. Most days he could shake off the fear that she wasn't there, but still at random moments the need to make sure the last few months hadn't been a dream overcame him. First he had searched the gardens, then their rooms, then the stables, all to find no sign of her. With one last place to check, Caspian tried to remind himself that Susan and their child were no mere wishful fantasy that his mind had conjured to keep some semblance of sanity. He had to stop and tip back his head, eyes scrunched closed while rubbing the wide bracelet of Susan's hair on his wrist. She had made it for him when she came back, because he'd gone ballistic each time he lost sight of her, terrified that he was still alone. It was his reminder that she was safe, that she was home, and that he had his family.
Swallowing thickly as he was comforted by the token, he continued to the library he had built for Susan. Entering the room his breath caught as he took in the sight of his Queen. Time moved slowly as he stood there watching her, as she read a book, while pacing in a gentle rolling gait in front of the windows, while stroking her rounded stomach. Sunlight gilded her in warm honey, and the deep purple of her gown brought out the highlights in her loose hanging hair, as it cascaded down her back and shoulders. Every now and then she'd lick one finger then turn the page, and return to caressing their child that she had been carrying for the last seven months inside the safety of her womb.
"Are you going to just stand there and stare?" her voice broke his reverie, the accent on her words making her vowels long and round.
"Ah, I apologize my Queen," and he felt like a foolish boy as he had so long ago, stumbling over his words.
She turned and graced him with a bright smile, "I'm not going anywhere you know."
How well she knew him and his fears. But when in her presence they seemed so far away. Even so he approached her slowly, a part of him still afraid that she was naught but a figment. Susan seemed to understand and met him halfway, her finger keeping her place in her book as she held it by her side, while the other went up to cup his cheek.
His eyelids sank closed, just reveling in the sensation, "My mind may know things, but that does not mean that it does not still hold fear Susan."
"Mph," Susan tried to lean up to kiss him, but the fullness of her belly made it a bit hard for her to do so. "Oh come down here and give your fat wife a kiss."
Chuckling, "As you wish," before pressing his lips to hers, the plumpness of them always a wonder, and the taste of Susan reassuring him. Pulling back he gazed at her, "And you are not fat."
Making a face, nose scrunching up, "Oh yes I am. I'm as big as a house!"
His hands moved over her hips, to the place their child was cradled, "No, you are not." Waggling a finger at her, "Ah-ah! Is it not I who looks at you? So, then that must mean my opinion on this far outweighs yours. And I say you are not as big as a house in any way at all."
Rolling those vibrant blue eyes at him while smiling, "Well I can't even kiss you on my own! This," poking at her stomach, "gets in the way."
"Then that means I must stay vigilant to your needs," wrapping his arms around her, Caspian could feel every firm curve of her body, loving Susan more every day. He curled over her so he could kiss the corner of her lush mouth, "I shall not have it said that I am lax when it comes to making sure my lady love is happy."
Susan turned her head, to capture his lips, while mumbling, "You always make me happy."
Unable to help himself, Caspian deepened the kiss, his hands massaging her sides long lazy sweeps, and there was a soft 'thump' as she dropped her book so that she could return the favour. Caught up in their lover's moment, they forgot all about the outside world, until a polite cough pulled them back to the world outside of each-other. Susan's cheeks flushed bright pink, and Caspian looked around to glare at the offender.
Peter was standing there, head cocked, "You do know anyone could just walk in at any time. Like say older brothers who really don't want to witness a reenactment of how their little sister got in such a delicate fashion in the first place."
"Oh it was just a kiss Peter!" Susan sighed in exasperation, her arms still wrapped around Caspian. For which he was thankful, because Caspian was still not quite all there so to speak, and if they'd been interrupted by anyone else he may have lost it.
"Yes, and Aslan's just a lion," shaking his head a smile breaking over his face. "If you two aren't more careful, Lucy will get an instructional demonstration of where babies come from. So take it somewhere else, please? For my sanity's sake? I don't relish the idea of having to cope with a hyper curious pubescent girl. She was bad enough when she discovered boys the first time..."
During the whole conversation, Caspian had to keep a firm hold on Susan, to anchor him to the here and now. Wishing it was Edmund who'd walked in and interrupted, not Peter, he took steadying breaths. Edmund at least knew how hard it was for Caspian to maintain self-control, for he'd seen the last stages of Caspian's trip into the land of mad despair. Peter on the other hand didn't really understand, and so while his brother-in-law meant well, his actions still tried what little patience Caspian had been trying to regain since Susan came back to him.
Opening his eyes, when Susan stroked his lips with a fingertip signaling that Peter was gone, "You look like you ate a lemon."
"I am sorry," focusing on Susan and how her chest rose and fell with each breath. "I love him like a brother, but he can be..." searching for the word.
"An ass. Trust me I know," her lips were weaving some spell on him, along with her fingers as Susan rubbed at his arms and shoulders. "But I suppose he's right sometimes... Can't talk that much and not get it right on occasion."
A startled laugh broke free, and he threw his head back, and it felt good. Tugging Susan closer to him, "You always know what to say."
"Then I'll say this: let's go someplace secluded, because I feel the sudden need to have my tummy rubbed," wiggling in his arms her face shining with love.
"Do you now? Then let us be away, for touching you and our child is one of the most wonderous pleasures in any world," sweeping a small bow over her hand, while laying a gentle kiss to Susan's knuckles.
Susan squeezed his hand, beaming over her shoulder while dragging him along, "You're such a smooth talker. Keep that up and I'll have to marry you..."
Caspian followed without argument, watching how her hips shifted from side to side, the material clinging and slipping with each step. His mouth went dry like it always did whenever it hit him that she was his, all his and he couldn't wait until they got wherever she was leading them.
"Stop staring at my butt, I know it's big, but do you mind?"
"Pardon? Oh, sorry," picking up his pace so he walked alongside her, Caspian offered her his arm and just basked in the moment.
"Caspian," Susan looked at him from the corner of her eye, her voice sliding around in his brain like smoke and sex, "I didn't bother with undergarments..."
Coming to a halt, dumbstruck momentairly, Caspian looked around the hall they were in, trying to figure out where the best place was to take her right then and there. Speeding up, it was his turn to drag her along, because he couldn't think of anywhere they wouldn't be caught that was nearby. Susan dug in her heels, forcing him to stop.
Looking over at her, "Susan?"
Her eyes were crinkled at the sides, as she pointed to a linen closet, "That looks good enough for me."
So eager was he, that Caspian practically leaped to the door, yanking it open, checking to see if it had a lock. It did, thank Aslan, and he motioned for Susan to enter before him. Closing the door and making sure it was secure, he could hear Susan rustling around in the dark beside him. Reaching about blindly Caspian almost tripped over something soft, but at least it wasn't his wife.
"Susan?"
"Just a second, I'm trying to get this damned shift over my head." More quiet rustles and then a sigh of relief, "Oh thank goodness, naked at last!" Sure hands came to work on his clothes, "Your turn!"
All of his senses sharpened with the loss of vision, and every featherlight touch as he helped Susan remove his clothing was heightened, every sound loud in the confines of their little world, and being so close to her, he could smell Susan. Smell her perfume of sunshine, books, and attar of rose. That and the soft musk of her arousal. Sometimes she was frantic for him, others he was frantic for her. Other times Susan was the personification of gentleness, so loving that it almost brought him to his knees. And he thought she must feel the same when he worshiped her body, for big fat silver teardrops would shine on her cheeks. Smiling in the dark, he liked these times too, times when she was just playful, exploring him, and urging him to explore in turn.
Fondling her heavy breasts gently - they'd become even more sensitive as her pregnancy progressed to Susan's chagrin, and fuller to Caspian's delight - moulding them in his hands. His pants were pushed low on his hips, and Susan's hands were hitching his shirt up, so he let go of her reluctantly, dragging it over his head. Dropping to his knees in-front of her, his hands holding her hips, while hers tangled in his hair - musing that she liked to do that quite a lot, Caspian let out a murmur of contentment - so that he could kiss the home of their child. Moist kisses fluttered over Susan's taught skin, Caspian paying careful attention to each and every millimeter.
"I love you little one," giving her stomach a last kiss for the moment, before sinking down further to nuzzle at Susan's thighs.
"Oh, Caspian," Susan's voice hitched with emotion, before taking his hand and raising it to her lips, for a gentle brush.
Wishing to change the tone back to the happy and playful mood of earlier, Caspian nipped at the inside of her thigh. Apparently it was one of her more ticklish spots, and always incited a giggle. Susan didn't disappoint, and Caspian smiled while dragging her leg over one broad shoulder, keeping a firm grip on her waist so she wouldn't topple. She was already wet, he could smell it - tangy and salty at once. Blowing over her sex, teasing out a wiggle from Susan, before brushing his tongue through her cleft. Creaking came from the shelves in the closet, and Caspian assumed she was grasping a sturdy wooden frame. Swirling around her clit before rocking his wet muscle against her entrance, tasting her essence fully, while Susan's breathing became erratic. Moaning into her, Caspian sucked at the folds, enjoying this almost as much as he was sure she was. Taking his time, Caspian worked Susan's womanhood over, diligently loving her with lips and tongue.
Caspian was so hard, driven near insanity by Susan's long moans, his senses full of her; her taste, her scent, her skin, her sounds, the onslaught came close to triggering his own release when she came. The muscles of her thigh trembled against his cheek, and her flavour became creamy and thick. Insistant yanks on his hair, that he ignored for the moment, hungrily lapping at her still, Caspian wanted to push Susan higher.
Unable to ignore Susan's demands any longer, Caspian leaned back, sure he was pouting, but didn't care, "I was not finished with you..."
"Too much!" it was a squeak as Caspian caressed the slickness with a digit.
"Oh? What is too much?" pretending to not know, even as he slid two inside of her, his thumb rolling over the firm little pearl.
"Caspian!" gasping, her fingers locking around his wrist, stilling his motions.
"Ah, is that what is too much?" feeling wicked. "Or perhaps you mean this?" crooking his fingers, massaging the inside of her pubic bone, not needing to have his wrist free to do that.
Stuttering, "T-too much! T-too good..." Though she bucked against his palm, jamming his fingers even further into her sheath, "I need..."
"What do you need? Tell me," his voice lowered, seductive.
"You, I need you," sighing.
"You already have me my Queen," stroking her walls.
"No, I need you..."
"Tell me," it was both a request and an order.
"I need you inside me."
Licking his lips, Caspian growled, rising up to capture her mouth. Taking her hands in his, Caspian guided them to a shelf, turning her around, so her back was against his chest. Moving Susan's silken locks to the side, he laved her neck, leaving wet trails along it. Biting down where shoulder and neck joined, careful to not hurt her, Caspian curled over Susan's back, sliding his prick over her drenched folds. Hissing against her skin, the heat coming from her was tremendous. Positioning his member with one hand, the other coming around her front to cross her chest, Caspian plunged into her like he'd been dying to for the last eternity. Holding still, Caspian breathed in and out through his nose, trying to maintain control of his rebellious body. Susan felt so good wrapped tight around him, but she didn't move, for which he was grateful.
Once he got himself reigned in, Caspian drew out slowly before sliding back in, deep, and smooth. Susan's throat vibrated against his lips as she purred, her muscles clenching tight. Setting a lush pace, meant to feel every velvety moist muscle as the rippled along his girth, Caspian could feel his eyes rolling back from how deep he was penetrating Susan, how welcoming her body was. This was bliss, and it was agony and he loved every second of it. Susan's hips were churning, and her insides started to flutter erratically. Now it was his turn to purr while moving to caress her font where he was connected to her, dragging the pads over the pliant petals, and over the underside of his shaft as it moved within Susan. Speeding up, Caspian's hips pumped steadily even as he could sense how close Susan was to falling from the precipice. Tearing his lips away from her neck, his hot breath panted against her ear, allowing his pleasured sounds to fill the closet along with hers.
"Come with me," Susan whimpered.
"Almost," groaning, struggling to reach the pinnacle with her, "almost there... almost... so.."
"I can't last...I'm going to," whining.
"Close, a moment more, please Susan, please," begging. "I am so.. so," it was cut off as he gasped, frozen in time, just as Susan keened. Everything went blank, and Caspian wasn't quite sure, but thought he may have died because it was beyond intense.
Sagging against her, Caspian, came to, whimpering and straining, wanting nothing more than to crawl into Susan, and stay wrapped up inside her forever. Warm euphoria was heavy in his veins, and Susan was making little sounds, murmuring to herself quietly. Withdrawing reluctantly, Caspian braced an arm over his head on a shelf, still supporting Susan with the other. They almost never came together, but when they did, earthquakes happened, and usually he fell promptly to sleep afterwards. But he couldn't very well do that, tempting as it was, knowing that there was so much bedding available.
Susan yawned, which started Caspian up with one of his own, "Can we just sleep here Caspian?"
"Tempting, very tempting," mumbling, his knees feeling like so much jelly.
"Mph, fine."
"As is, I do not think the maids will be happy with us..."
AN: Okay I had to rewrite that like four times... it was too sweet. I mean beyond saccharine. Like I just felt the need for some insulin shots. But I managed to get it out. And yes, I am very aware that it's still beyond sweet, so diabetics, I know you're running for your meds or insulin, I sympathize. I also wound up using another part of kimidragon's idea for the RoundAndHappy!Susan - in the closet. I mean hey - on the floor, in a chair, in a tub, shower, closet, livingroom, couch - it can happen anywhere. So - think about it, big assed castle, and who the hell wants to run up several flights of stairs just you can hop into bed and go at it like bunnies? What a pain the ass. And after running up several flights (or down several flights) who the hell has energy left for some real hot n'heavy? I mean it'd be like beyond lazy sex if that's what I had them do. Though Caspian was probably willing to do it. As for the title of this fic, it's a reference to Caspian asking what the Pevensie's world was like. Round like a ball, so since Susan is round, and she's his world - tada... Yeah cheesy name. Sorry.
This also satisfies the whole "smut for smuttness's sake" option. As does Chocolate Covered What?
So, readers, thank you, those who fave or alert - thank you. Reviewers quadruple thank you. Even though these fics are your reward for reviewing, everyone should be alerted to the fact that if I get consistent reviews n'such, I shall always reward in some fashion. Every 5 stories/chapters I write that aren't reward fics (because that's just cheatin' ya'll, I'd only have to write one more for these reward fics to then deserve a reward... which would just be simply redundant. And hell on my brain trying to come up with the ideas...) I'll hold a vote for another sugar/angst (whatever the ppl want) fic. So, this time 'round you folks get four for the price of one. Great deal huh?
So - keeping this in mind, I'm more likly to offer random reward fics for more reviews. I'm such a whore.
So pay up ppls - review, cuz I'm puttin' out. Sheesh I'm easy... It's that little button on the bottom lefthand corner - or right dependin' on if it's me lookin' out through the screen, or wait no I'm just confusin' myself here. Just push the button. Type a few words, and voila - you'll have joined the esteemed masses of Super Duper People. And Ben Barnes will love you. Or at least be smexy in a movie for you.