Title: How Much Wood (Can a Woodchuck Chuck?)
Author: Rhion
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Caspian's cranky. He smashes stuff when he's cranky. Susan thinks that's hot.
Disclaimer: Gah why do I even bother? Everyone knows that CS Lewis was some old fart who wrote about Narnia... Personally I'd like to know what drugs he was on, cuz I wanna come up with something so iconic...
AN: Ah... yes. I promised this a while ago. Well it's done now. And I've written enough other fic at the moment, which means - guess what?! It's bunny farm time. At the end of this fic, there'll be a list of a few things, and a tally of everyone's choices will result in a reward fic. Possibly two.
They had stopped to resupply at one of the islands at her suggestion - everyone was getting extremely short tempered from the close quarters aboard the 'Treader. So, in Susan's mind it was high time that they all have a bit of shore leave. Caspian in particular would change in mood as rapidly as a swinging pendulum, driving her to distraction in the tight confines of the ship. One moment happy, the next brooding, with a healthy dose of anger or lust, in a seemingly endless cycle. It had gotten to the point where Susan was actually irritatedwith him, and so for the last day Susan had tried avoiding him saying she needed a bit of space. Caspian's reaction hadn't been pleasant - taking one of the longboats with only Edmund for company, and only because Ed had insisted.
Frowning, Susan replayed the arguement in her mind.
Caspian was pacing back and forth in their cabin, hands clutched behind his back, "Space? Have I done something to anger you?"
"No Caspian, I just," sighing unsure of how to phrase it without hurting his fragile state of mind, "I just would like to have five minutes to myself to hear my own thoughts sometimes."
Seeing his shoulders tighten as he halted mid-step, then continue as he muttered, "I do not understand - have I not done everything to try and make you comfortable here? To welcome you and our child? I merely wish to be with you, to not waste a single moment..."
"No Caspian, it's not that. It's just that I really sometimes need some air," huffing, trying to be patient. "You're always all over me, not letting me do anything for myself. I'm quite capable you know, I don't need you to hold my hand every second of the day."
"I am not holding your hand at the moment my Queen," turning his back on where she was seated, pointing out quite reasonably. "I only wish to reassure you of my love by staying by your side. As well as myself that you are here, that you are real. I thought... it would make you happy."
"That's not what I meant!" throwing her hands up in the air. "You need to understand that I'm not going to just go 'poof' and that I need my space sometimes. Really, it doesn't have anything to do with you at all." Getting up to wrap her arms about his chest from behind, "All my life I've needed time to think, to be alone for a little while each day. That's all. And Caspian," trying to turn him, but he wouldn't budge, so she came around to stand infront of him. "Caspian, you do make me happy." But he wouldn't look at her, his face turned to the side, "Look at me, please?"
"This I cannot do my Queen, for if I do, then I will touch you. Crowd you, what was the word you used? Yes, 'paw' at you."
"Caspian, you've had years to think on this, I've only had a few months," taking his chin in her hand, forcing him to turn his head, "I'm just not used to it. To you. To us. I need time to gather my thoughts on occasion. Please, don't begrudge me this."
His eyes flashed with something, then Caspian nodded curtly, "I would never begrudge you a single thing my Queen. So? What is a bit of time to me? I have waited years, I can wait as many more as you insist upon."
Then he spun on a heel, leaving Susan as he slammed the door on his way out. Shouting could be heard and then the splash of one of the longboats hitting the water. Hanging her head, Susan felt guilty, she hadn't intended Caspian to take it the way he had, all she'd wanted were a few moments to herself - to go to the privy without him hovering even! Just... Rubbing her forehead, Susan debated going after him. But he did have to learn that sometimes she just needed a little time... Not much.. just a little. Otherwise she'd feel smothered, crushed beneath the constant weight of his powerful presence. Caspian didn't realize how strong the force of his personality was, how it eclipsed everything around him at any given moment. She just didn't want to drown in it, to loose herself - to loose the person he loved so much.
Once she had gone ashore with the rest of the crew, Susan had decided to make the best of her time to herself. After a few hours of making sandcastles with childlike glee and watching the waves crash upon the beach, she'd made her way back to camp to find Caspian so she could smooth his ruffled feathers. But it wasn't to be - he'd gone further into the island to be alone. Shaking her head Susan followed the clear trail he'd left in his wake, feeling refreshed now that she'd had an hour or five to just exist. Smiling Susan bent over picking up a pretty leaf, twirling it between long fingers, continuing along the track that a blind man could make out. After almost a good half hour of walking there was a steady thunk-thunk-crack-thunk-thud that came from not too far ahead.
Cocking her head, Susan approached cautiously, trying to figure out what was going on. Caspian was leaning back wiping at the perspiration on his face, next to him an ax buried in a log, as well as a pile of split wood. From the large amount that was in varying states of 'butchered' - for there was no other word for what had been done to the hapless logs - it seemed as though he'd been at it for quite some time. A long dark arm snaked out, yanking the haft of the ax smoothly as the king positioned another log for demolition. Entranced, Susan just stood there staring at Caspian's turned back, corded muscles shimmering from the little trails of sweat that ran down it. Swallowing thickly, Susan's gaze tracked one particular drop that worked it's way from the nape of his neck down the center of his spine, to disappear in the top of his trews that had slipped down just the faintest amount revealing the fact that he'd been spending many months without his shirt on by the stark tan-line. Frozen, eyes wide while Caspian swung the ax loosely in his hands, grip tightening on the downswing, the crack of the blade splitting wood loud. With the toe of his boot, Caspian flicked half of the broken log aside, and nudged the one still on remnants of the trunk of the tree into position. Tossing his head, wet hair curling against his neck and jaw, then the ax was swinging again, each movement a study of perfection.
Susan could only stand there, her mouth hanging open in a silent 'O' of awe. This went on for many minutes as Caspian grunted sweating and swinging, reducing quite a bit of wood into kindling.
Finally Caspian heaved the ax throwing it into the trunk of a tree before growling, "Edmund my friend, I am not in need of nursemaiding. So if you please, leave me be." Still he did not turn around, making his way over to a water skin, shooting a steady stream of it into his mouth, gulping it down, and spraying some over his face to cool off.
If only Susan could cool off...
Wiping his face on his discarded shirt, "Edmund please, I am fine. It was nothing more than a mild disagreement with your sister, that is all. I am done speaking of it -" looking over in Susan's direction.
The look on his face is what brought Susan back to the here and now. Caught out staring Susan blushed furiously.
"I thought you would wish more time my Queen," looking away and going over to pry his ax from the abused tree he'd buried it in. Caspian kicked some of the destroyed wood around with a huff, "Damn. I suppose I must cut another tree down."
Choking, "You demolished a whole tree?"
"No," shaking his head, as he eyed the one that had held his ax moments before. "I 'demolished' two. Edmund helped with the third one earlier."
"Oh... alright then if that's the case... carry on," perturbed, "So, you've been hacking things to bits for most of a day. And you're just going to do it some more?"
"Yes," grunting as he cut a wedge into the base of the large sapling.
Sighing, Susan looked around for a place to sit. She could wait him out. But there wasn't really anywhere to sit - everywhere she looked there was splintered wood, so with a growl Susan kicked a place clear. There was no way she was going to let Caspian continue to brood by himself at this point. It was getting just ridiculous! Especially with three trees - or extra-large saplings depending on viewpoint - having been pureed by a cranky Caspian already. Plunking down, Susan leaned against another tree - hoping that he wouldn't want to do this for too much longer, because truly, it wasn't a sign of a healthy mind. Not that his mind was all that healthy really - which gave Susan pause. Edmund had told her, and Caspian had told her - and even Aslan had told her - of the madness that had settled over her beloved as the years progressed without her. She wanted to help him get as well as he could, to sooth his fears that he was alone or that she'd disappear from him. When he was done, Susan decided, they'd have a little chat and lay a few ground rules down - because he needed her and she needed him... but their needs for space were a bit different.
Caspian pushed all his weight into the tree (or large sapling) and there was a thunderous sound as it began to give beneath his straining muscles. Susan tried not to stare as his skin rippled with the way he was using his body, sinews rolling and bunching under his dark flesh. But it was hard. At twenty-two Caspian was at his physical peak and looked it. Digging her fingers into her palms Susan tried not to pant - she had forgotten how powerful Caspian could be, and even then, he'd been younger and no where near what he was this day. He was sleek and lean, like some mythic stallion, tossing his head with a growl or curse, throwing his shoulder into his work. Then there was an even louder crash as Caspian leapt backwards and the tree fell to the forest floor.
Before he could reclaim his ax, "Caspian."
He froze, all of his muscles tensed, "Yes my Queen?"
"Are you sure you want to keep smashing things?" wiggling around on the ground trying to ignore how moist she'd become from his little display of masculinity. Maybe their talk could wait a bit...
"Yes."
Repressing a curse, Susan tried a different tack, "Why?"
"It is a constructive outlet for my feelings my Queen," matter-of-factly.
"Okay... what would those feelings be?"
Caspian shrugged, "They are of no consequence."
"So... you wouldn't want to take a walk with me and talk about it?" giving it one last college try.
"I would like many things, but I am giving you space my Queen, as you requested," hacking off the larger tree limbs.
Muttering, "Well I'm requesting that you not give me space at this moment."
Caspian, who up until this point only looked at her the one time, turned with a sigh, pinning her with a tired stare, "Tell me, which is it you want?" Before she could open her mouth, "Because I do not know what it is that you require of me anymore. Do you wish my presence? Or do you wish to have time to think about whether you wish to be with me, to allow me to court you? I cannot continue on this swinging back and forth. If you do not want me, then tell me, do not... do not lead me this way... give me hope and then snatch it away! I cannot cope!"
Eyes wide, "Wait a minute! Of course I want to be with you! Oh dear.." seeing his confusion, "You thought I meant... You thought I wanted you to leave me be completely?"
"What else could you have meant?" crossing his arms over his chest, coming close to glaring.
Susan wanted to laugh, he looked so petulant, his bottom lip popped out, brows low over his deep chocolatey eyes, weight resting on one leg so his hip was cocked - but the fact that he was honestly confused and hurt stopped her from doing so. Raising one of her hands out to him, "Help me up and I'll tell you."
Hesitation flashed over him before Caspian approached, taking her arm in his secure grip, and with a tug he had her up - while Susan purposefully stumbled just enough so he'd have to catch her in his arms. Laying her chin on his sweaty chest, Susan looked up at him, stroking his cheek lovingly. His eyes slammed closed at the contact, and she could feel a shiver go through him before he opened his eyes once more.
Caspian whispered, "I do not think I could survive having hope given and taken from me many more times my Queen."
"My love, that is not what I meant earlier," trying to ignore - for the moment at least - how good he felt wrapped around her like this. "What I was saying is that I just need a few minutes to myself every now and then, not that I don't want you... That was never ever my intention. If I'd known that's what you thought... I wouldn't have left you out here so long. I'm so sorry."
"Truly? That is what you want?"
Leaning up Susan kissed his jaw, "Yes, I want you, I love you, and if you stop being in my presence I'm going to have to hurt you. Because that's just not acceptable."
"Oh," shame-faced, he shuffled a bit, drooping.
"Hey," pushing one of his damp curly locks from his temple, Susan let her fingers trail over the shell of his ear, "I love you, you silly man, and I'm not going to give you up ever."
Caspian's arms flexed around her, hugging her tight, "Do you promise?"
Sensing how much he needed this, Susan turned around further in his arms, farming his face as she pulled it down to hers, willing him to feel, to know, to believe how much she meant it, "I swear that I love you Caspian. You're mine, I'm yours and that's all there is to it. Anyone who tries to separate us is going to pay, and pay so dearly they will be wiped from all history Caspian - there's no way I'll allow it. None."
His lips trembled, every ounce of his being focused on her, that Susan thought she'd be burnt in the fire of his gaze, as Caspian blazed Susan to her very soul. She was totally unaware of the fact that she was just as intense and that he felt as though he were drowning in some kind of hyper-reality, falling endlessly into her eyes. Sound was absent as they stood there locked together, frozen under the other's force of will. It felt like an eternity of measuring, weighing, and reassuring but was only a few seconds in duration.
With a shudder, Caspian glanced away first, a hand resting atop the one on his cheek, "Then all is right in my world."
"So - are you going to continue being a one man lumberjack army?"
"Lumberjack? What is a 'lumberjack'?" thrown for a loop.
Laughing, "It's what you were doing earlier."
Quirking a brow, "Relieving my frustrations?"
"No," rolling her eyes, and tweaking his nose, "cutting down copious amounts of trees. And then reducing them into useless little wood chips."
Chagrined Caspian looked around as though noticing for the first time the evidence of his emotional state. Blushing furiously, "Maybe it could be used for something perhaps?"
Patting his cheek, "Yes dear, but I don't think kindling is a good business choice for you to go into."
"Are you teasing me?" his face scrunched up in puzzlement.
"Yes..." kissing a moist shoulder.
"Why?"
"Because," drawing out the word, "I like to. And because I love you. It's fun. You really should try it sometime..."
Caspian worried his lip thinking, "Fun - that has been a bit lacking in my life for a long time."
Susan ran her palm over his chest, feeling the definition there, "Then we'll have to see what we can do about that."
Next thing Susan knew, she was being piggy backed off at breakneck speeds, hanging onto Caspian for dear life, as he laughed.
Tossing over his shoulder with a grin, "Is this fun enough then?"
"Caspian careful!" warning him just in time before running into a tree, which he narrowly swerved around. Wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders, as he bent low dodging this way and that, barely missing trunks in his mad dash. Bouncing along, with Caspian supporting the backs of her thighs, as they ran, Susan wondering where he got the energy for such play. Whooping, Caspian jumped over a log, his wet hair streaming behind him, spraying sweat into Susan's face. She had no idea where they were going, and it didn't seem to matter, it was just enough that Caspian was laughing so carefree, that she was holding him so tight. Susan wasn't sure when the last time was that she'd felt like this, but then again Susan didn't think she ever had felt quite so wild and uncontrolled. The underbrush broke into sandy dunes, making Caspian's footing not as sure, yet onward he continued, practically howling along with Susan, until he stumbled to the ground. Rolling Susan found herself enfolded in strong arms, cushioned from the fall, with Caspian's face pressing into the side of her neck. Breathless, her skirts in utter disarray, giggling, Susan relaxed on his chest, quite content.
His breath was furnace-hot on her throat, "Susan," her name ragged a groan.
Shifting, she ran her hands over his shoulders, "Hmmm?"
"I am sorry I overreacted," lips moving in time to his words.
"Mmm... Is okay," wriggling in his arms, enjoying his bodyheat, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the side of his neck and shoulder. "We're just not used to eachother's signals yet, that's all." Leaning off his chest, tracing his cheekbones and brows with a fingertip, "To tell the truth - we barely know eachother." Cocking her head, "I don't even know your favorite colour."
"Purple."
Susan was surprised, "Purple? Why?"
"Because it brings out all the colours in your eyes, and when I see purple - it reminds me of when we first met," calloused fingers were slowly working at her braid, tugging it free.
"Oh... but my eyes are blue," watching as his gaze tracked the motion of his hands, spreading out her hair so it fell over her shoulders, coffee coloured eyes examining each strand as it was laid in place.
"Yes they are my Queen," and then he looked at her, so earnest, "But blue makes my heart seize when it is not your eyes - because then all I long for is you... And all I see is your leaving. How the blue of my mother's dress made your pale skin glow. How it made your eyes spark silver, like twin mercurial pools of melted sky. Then - my heart breaks. I do not like blue unless it is in your eyes. Not anymore."
Rapidly blinking to hide the tears in her eyes, Susan kissed Caspian deeply, needing to reassure herself that she was there, in his arms, and that blue needn't break his heart anymore. A thumb was brushing her few tears away, the sound of breathing through noses, the taste of Caspian thick in Susan's mouth, was what her world narrowed down to, wanting nothing more than to let him know she was there, and to know he was there. That they were together in this moment.
Pulling back, she watched as his long dark lashes fluttered open, "So what used to be your favorite colour then?" trying to guide the situation back to something happy.
"Green," Caspian shifted his head on the sand, some of the grains clinging to his hair. "And what of you my love? What colour is it that pleases you most?"
Smiling, "It once was blue... but now all shades of brown - from light golden," stroking his chin, "to deeper sun-kissed bronze..." now his shoulder was under fingers, "to the darkest earth," in his hair, "to warm melted chocolate or strongest espresso," darting over his eyelids. "All the colours of you."
Caspian blushed under her regard, glancing away, "You flatter me..."
This shyness was odd coming from someone who came off so self-assured, and was so good at complimenting her; could act as though he were an untried boy. The trait was endearing, and strange, for Caspian was obviously a man in so many ways - yet the vulnerability when he was there in her arms, made Susan want nothing more than to defend him until her last breath.
Kissing his cheek, "It is no less than you deserve, but... I do quite like green - it makes me want to throw you down and jump on you."
"P-pardon?" his eyes shot wide, mouth opened slightly in shock.
"I said green makes me want to throw you down and jump on you," matter-of-fact, bordering on prim. "But then again - most things make me want to do that. You're very distracting you know."
"I-i... uh..." only Susan ever seemed to be able to reduce him to stuttering. She thought it was cute.
Giggling, "Especially when you get all manly and hack at things until you're all sweaty and dirty - do you have any idea how hard it was to not just pounce on you earlier?"
At that he laughed, hugging her, "I shall have to keep that in mind." A sly look came over Caspian, "Do you know that when you are concentrating most deeply on a problem, that I find it quite difficult to not 'pounce' on you as well? Your lips pucker as you frown, and then a crease forms between your brows - and all I wish to do is see if I can break your focus."
This was news to her - "Oh? And why don't you?"
Grinning, "Who said I that I do not? Through trial and error I have noticed that if I start to shave your gaze tends to wander..."
"Ohhh!" giving him a playful swat, "You're incorrigible."
"And you are delectable," Susan found herself pinned as he rolled them over.
Moaning as Caspian kissed her, "Favorite food?"
"Mmyou?" his weight propped on his hands, hips pressing into her petticoats.
Giggling when Caspian found a ticklish spot behind her ear, "No! I meant, oh.. um.. food-food - what was I saying?"
"Venison - grilled with vegetables," wrinkling his nose. "You would rather talk then?"
Wrapping her legs around one of his, Susan ground against it slowly with a sigh, "No - I want both."
Caspian's brow furrowed, "Question and answer while..." pushing his knee firmly into her crotch, raising an eyebrow in question.
Biting her lower lip - and noticing how his eyes locked onto the action, pupils dilating - "How about a game?"
Visbly shaking himself clear of his lapse in concentration, "A game?"
"Yes - a game," making sure to form each word carefully, becoming aware of the affect the movement of her mouth had on him. "I ask a question - you answer. Then you take something off of me - but only one thing!"
"This does not seem a fair game, what if I have a question?"
Susan thought a moment, tilting her head so that she could see sand spreading out behind her, "Then I get to do something to you after I answer it."
Caspian mulled that over, shifting against Susan, while his fingers ran absentmindedly over her brow, "What sort of thing will you do?"
"Whatever I want," rolling them over so the tables were turned, and promptly kissed him. "That's one question. My turn!"
"I think I like this game," a small smile graced his face.
"Okay - um.. favorite thing to do in your spare time?"
"If we are speaking of something other than you - read under a tree - or in it," taking off one of her shoes.
Before he could reach for the second Susan stopped him, "Ah-ah! Remember - one thing."
A finger ran up the arch of her foot, "Are you ticklish?"
Scrunching her toes around the digit, "Nope." As Caspian pouted, she raked her fingernails down his side lightly, "Are you?"
With a giggling hiss, "Yes - oh oh by Aslan stop it!" He writhed for several seconds, then "Enough!" catching her hands in his, pinning her with a mock glare, "Your turn," as he removed another of her shoes. "Favorite food."
"Chocolate," but before she could lean down he stopped her.
"That is not a food - that is a drink," referring to the fact that chocolate in Narnia wasn't sweet, it was more like coffee - at least not until Susan was done with it. There were going to be some changes once she got there.
"It is where I come from!"
Pursed lips and a shake of his head, "No - a food."
Pouting Susan thought, "Scones. Or honey cakes. I like those..."
"No wonder you are so sweet, you are made of them," muttering that turned into a growl as Susan scooted down his torso, licking from his belly button to a nipple and worrying it gently between her teeth.
"Fencing or riding?"
"Both - no preference," and off came one of her petticoats with some wiggling on her part. "Reading or writing?"
Hiding her disappointment - Susan had thought he'd go for her undergarments - "Reading. Leggings or hose?"
"Trews," pointing out, "You also have not done anything to me..."
Batting her eyelashes, "I know - I'm debating between something..."
"Then I shall ask another question so that you may do both - are you wet?"
Blushing at Caspian's directness, "Yes." Sliding her hand inside his breeches, Susan massaged the head of Caspian's cock and nipped at his lips before sucking his tongue into her mouth. When his hands began to wander, Susan stopped, breathless trying to focus, "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" whispering into his ear.
Caspian moved his mouth next to hers, his breath caressing her along with his lips as he spoke, "Always." The ties to Susan's bodice were tugged free, and it was tossed aside somewhere, "And you - what do you think of when you satisfy yourself?" then his tongue was out and licking from behind her ear down to her shoulder.
"You," taking his hand Susan guided it to the crotch of her bloomers, rubbing against his palm so he could feel how wet she was getting. "Of your mouth, your voice," Caspian slipped his hand inside the undergarment, to tease at her folds while she arched into his touch, "of your scent... How you feel inside me..." just as Susan was coming close to her peak - Caspian stopped, "Hey!" Frowning down at him trying to tug his hand back to her sex, "Who said I was done...?"
"I did," grinning wickedly - and Susan realized that she had asked a question, and that now he could remove another article of her clothing. Suddenly brightening - because surely he'd relieve her of her underpants, Susan smiled waiting. "How badly do you want me...?" his fingers teasing at the waist of her bloomers.
Biting her lip, "Very..." then gave a disappointed whine when Caspian merely removed her over-skirt, leaving her in her shift. Pursing her lips, Susan huffed in irritation, and before she could ask him why he did that - she paused, trying to figure the best way to get what she wanted. Tangling her hands in his hair, she massaged his scalp firmly, while rolling her hips over the obvious bulge in his pants, "Why don't you take my undies off?"
Caspian gritted his teeth, hands locking around her waist as he arched into her, "Because... I want you to beg..." Susan stopped rubbing against him, and crawled away a few feet quite quickly, "Come back here," giving a playful growl and Susan was pinned flat on her stomach while Caspian's hands coasted up the hem of her shift, his breath on the back of her neck, "I haven't taken anything off of you yet."
Whimpering, the leather of his suede trews soft and rough on the backs of her thighs as Caspian stripped off her shift, leaving her in just those blasted purple bloomers, "Please...?" Sand was clinging to her breasts, to her legs, and an image of Caspian's broad back covered in it in patches sent a bolt of liquid desire to heighten her ardor. The texture was different, Susan had never made love on the beach before, and it just struck her now that the thought was beyond hedonistic. "Caspian... please...?" and she couldn't bring herself to care that her voice was cracking.
Caspian was kissing his way down her spine, as he dragged her hips into the air, thumbs rubbing firm circles into her bottom, and Susan could hear how ragged his breathing was, how it came in great gusts blowing over her shivering flesh. Each sweep of his tongue went lower and lower along with her underwear as Caspian inched them down. A sandy hand rubbed her shoulder, pushing gently so her hips were even higher in the air, while she braced herself on her forearms, fingers digging in the sand. With a stream of cool air, Caspian blew over her exposed sex from behind, and she could swear that she could feel Caspian rumbling in his chest at the sight of how wet she was. There was a delicate flick of Caspian's tongue at Susan's entrance teasing a cry from her. His groan reverberated into her along with that skillful wet muscle rolling this way and that inside of her. Unable to stop herself, Susan pressed backwards, Caspian loving her with his mouth, kissing her flower intimately. Too soon Caspian pulled away, giving a sharp bite to the underside of her behind, and Susan knew without doubt he was marking her again. Rustling and a grunt came as Caspian freed his throbbing manhood from his pants, Susan almost screamed when he ran it over her sensitized folds, needing him so badly she thought she'd die.
"I will ask you a question, and you may do whatever you want to me," it was breathed hotly into her ear, with his tip just barely pressed to her sex, as Caspian curled over her, dark arms framing her pale ones. All Susan was able to do was sob in need, Caspian had driven her to the breaking point, but she managed a tiny nod of aquiesence. "Will we get to play this game again?" Susan could see from the corner of her eyes how much Caspian's arms were quaking in restraint as he mumbled against her neck.
Pushing back onto him gradually feeling how he stretched her with his thick length, "Yessss..."
Grains of sand rubbed her knees and breasts as they rocked slowly together, even though Susan just wanted to go faster wanting Caspian to pound her to the brink of madness. Caspian was groaning in her ear, the sound low and throaty, the tops of his thighs pressed tightly to her legs, and she felt surrounded by him, by how male he was. Trying to buck against him, to raise Caspian's fervor, wanting to feel possessed by the man who owned her heart and her soul - just as much as she owned his - to drive Caspian to a point where all he could do was take her almost animally. Which was the state Susan was in, but she just couldn't summon the strength to do something about it. Caspian was sliding in and out of her, all of his muscles trembling where they pressed against her back, sand scraping from his chest on her shoulders as he rode her slow.
"Susan," as inhaled deeply of her hair, the sensation of his face moving against her scalp forcing Susan to circle her hips in response as punishment for how good he felt. Rewarded by his gasp, and a hard buck of his hips, Susan frowned in concentration, cheek pressed into the sand trying to focus, to push him. "Susan... I," growlling, "please... my love I cannot..."
Purring, now that she had regained some shred of control, "Yes Caspian?" clenching her muscles around him with another roll of her hips.
"You are... teasing me... I cannot... keep control... make this good for," stilling her hips with a hand with bruising force as his fingers spasmed, " I will not last if you continue to push me like that..."
"Who said I wanted you to keep control...?" moaning as she pressed back into him, "I want you to feel... like you make me feel..."
Caspian's forehead pressed to the side of her jaw, "I do not wish to hurt you... if I..."
Reaching a hand back, Susan tangled it in his hair as she strained her neck to turn it so she could kiss him, "Please... take me..." while rippling her inner walls around him forcefully.
Caspian made a wordless cry of agonized hunger, his teeth scraping from the side of her neck down to her shoulder as he arched his back over her. Susan felt his control snap, it was almost a visible thing, like some leash had been shred and thrown into a fire. One of his arms snaked beneath her front then over a shoulder to press into her neck, holding her down, while the other wrapped around her middle, as Caspian gave a short, close to vicious jab with his prick. The pace was brutal, Caspian's hips slamming into hers, and it was all Susan could do to keep her cries even semi-muffled until Caspian growled into her ear.
"I want to hear you," nose pressed into her temple as he grunted.
With a shrill scream that was punctuated and broken with each thrust Susan used all her strength to her ram hips back against his. It wasn't only her voice that echoed over the sand, mixing with the sound of crashing waves, but Caspian's grunts, growls and when he howled, rearing back as his hands locked on her hips, roaring as he spilled with a thick pulse inside her. Susan went over the brink right after him, his name unrecognizable to any ear as it was torn from her. Finding herself flipped over onto her back as soon as Caspian could pull out of her, his hands checking over her worriedly. Sighing contentedly feeling sated beyond belief, Susan almost fell asleep - a habit she'd picked up recently, many times after Caspian was done with her, she'd take a fifteen to thirty minute catnap.
"Susan?" his voice panicky. A hand was cupping her cheek, tapping her lightly, "Susan, my love, my Queen - are you alright? Please..."
Grumbling alittle Susan shook off the endorphin induced lethargy enough to reassure him, "Mph, feel like limp noodle... Lemme sleep... for a little bit..."
Caspian pressed his face to her cheek, letting out a relieved chuckle, "Naked and on the beach? Sand will get everywhere..."
Snorting, "It already is... now shut up and cuddle me," rolling onto her side, tugging him close.
"At least allow me to grab your shift for you," brushing some of the sand from her face.
Grunting, "Okay - come right back."
"Yes your Majesty, I live to serve you," winking down at her as she let him go.
"S'right... mine... all mine," rubbing over the small firm bump of her stomach. Blinking owlishly, she looked down at her hand, smiling, "We're his... and he's ours... yes..."
A wad of fabric was spread out over her, another balled up into a pillow, as Caspian made himself comfortable next to her, "I shall always belong to you - both of you," his fingers twining with hers as Susan settled in for her catnap.
Her nap didn't last very long and was interrupted by Caspian's irritated growl, "Yes we are quite well thankyou Peter."
"Are you sure? We heard alot of screaming earlier - I should just -"
"No Peter, she is resting."
Edmund - ever the voice of reason, "Pete - let's just leave the two of them alone, shall we...? I'm sure Caspian has everything sorted..."
"Oh... oh um..." there was much coughing from Peter as though it had only just dawned on him what the screaming from earlier had been. "In ah.. that case... I really should give a black eye at some point... I really should... but... if you've got it sorted then."
"Yes Peter, I have everything 'sorted' quite well thank you... Ah yes, thank you Edmund, we shall return... later."
"I'll just make sure Peter's got a little poppysyrup in his wine tonight - that way you two can be as loud as you want," there was an amused chuckle.
"Thank you again my brother - I do not like so many interruptions, nor inquisitive former High Kings barging in on my activities," it was tired, and Susan opened her eyes enough to peek and see Caspian's shoulders droop.
Edmund clapped him on the back, "Relax, he actually likes you. If he didn't you'd be dead by now - either that or Susan would've had him gutted for trying. Look, in the bag's a tent and some clothes and some food. I think the two of you could use a few days without us. Get to know eachother - oh and just so you know... according to Lucy, Susan likes to play twenty questions. And on that note my friend - I'll let you mull the various applications for that knowledge for some other time. As well as ignore the fact that now I know far far too much about my sisters conversations with eachother for my comfort."
Sand crunched as Edmund walked away. Caspian was digging through the pack as he came over to her, trying to be quiet. His trews were only vaguely on his hips, and Susan could spy the trail of dark hairs that went from his navel all the way into his pants. Smiling, Susan wiggled around on the sand, her shift spread out like a blanket over her.
"You are awake?" Caspian's eyebrows bounced high on his forehead as he knelt next to her.
"Mmmyes," propping herself up on an elbow. "How long has it been?"
"No more than a few minutes, ten at most," his hands running through her tangled locks.
Sitting up so that her shift slid into her lap, "Oh well," scrunching her nose up at him, "I suppose that means more awake time with you - what a bother!"
Caspian's face fell then a veil went over it as he removed his hand from her hair, "Oh. I am sorry my Queen, I shall -"
Susan pounced on him, squishing him into the sand with a hug, "Don't be silly! I was only teasing...!"
He looked away then back to her, "I did not realize, please, my apologies my love."
Kissing his cheek, "Trust me Caspian, if I need my space I'll tell you. And it's not like I'd need alot - just an hour or two, that's all." Straddling his waist Susan couldn't hide a wince, "Ouch."
"Susan?" voice straining, his eyes roving over her in alarm. "By Aslan what have I done to you?"
Glancing down with pursed lips she saw the dark purple and red blooms of bruises on her thighs and hips then shrugged, "Loved me."
With shaking fingers Caspian lightly touched a particularly nasty one on her inner thigh, "I am nothing more than an animal..."
"No," taking his hand and kissing it, then placing it over her womb, "you're not an animal - you're a man. A man who loves me, and a man who I love - stop being so silly. They're bruises - so what? Did you know..." here her throat clenched and her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to gather herself, "that when I left you... all I had were the marks you left on me? That's all I had, and I clung to them Caspian, they were all I had - all I had at all other than memories. And when they faded - I wanted to do nothing but fade as well."
Caspian touched a spot on his upper shoulder, drawing her eye to a scar there - an obvious bite mark, "I too had my marks to hold onto. Forever my flesh bears your seal - and that was what got me through many a day."
Blushing furiously, "When did I do that?"
"You were a bit - enthusiastic later on that night," grinning. His face grew serious once more, "I am glad that for you it was not so very long though."
Shifting so she could prop her chin on his chest, "Maybe, but I had our baby to keep me going eventually. Even though... even though I thought you were dead." Tears started to slip from her eyes unheeded, "Where I come from, an unweded woman of my age... with child? It's a bad thing here as is - but there? Even worse if the father of the child is dead. But - once I realized I was pregnant, there was no way, no way at all I was going to give up. I couldn't. As much as I relish your marks on me Caspian, I relish even more in carrying your child. And no one was going to take that from me. Ever."
Hands were massaging her lower back lovingly, the look in his eyes full of tenderness, "No one shall try. You gladden my heart, make my world so full... So many things you have given me my Queen, brothers and a sister, love - so much love... hope, a reason to get up every day, friendship, someone to stay strong for and someone I can be weak with. To you I am just a man, yet I am more." Then he smiled, sweet and peaceful, and Susan thought she'd be blinded by it, "You have given me a child, something we both may share in the loving of, the guiding of - no man of any time or place could be as blessed as I am when I am with you - so many gifts, so many precious things and people... And it's due to you."
It was too intense, Susan felt overwhelmed unable to do more than squeeze him in her arms, as she got more weepy with each of his words. Sniffing, "I hate being so emotional... sorry." Rubbing her cheek on his chest, "I've said it before Caspian, you overwhelm me sometimes, confuse me - I don't know how you can see and say these things that you do."
Susan needed the conversation to end - it was getting too hard to cope with all of this love, all this seriousness. They were supposed to be happy - and she was, it just... Shivering she tried to forget the fact that for months her worst fear was that Caspian had already died of old age, and when Peter had thrown it in her face, Susan almost broke. Unable to stop the sob that was working up from somewhere deep inside, Susan let out alot of the anguish from those days. Caspian merely held her, ever understanding and gentle - even if he didn't truly comprehend. After many minutes Susan managed to collect herself, wiping angrily at her tears uncaring of the grit that got in her eye.
"I do not mean to confuse you, but I like that you tell me what you are feeling," it was soft. "But, come, let us wash these tears from you, let us speak of happier things for now. There is time later for such weighty things."
Smooching him between those gorgeous eyes of his, "You're right. We're here, on a beach - and I'm naked!" brightening, "So what're you going to do about it?" Springing up from him - despite the soreness between her legs - and ran straight into the waves.
It didn't take long for Caspian to follow - after having discarded his pants of course, and Susan smiled thinking that there should be some law about Caspian always being nude (for it was her favorite state of dress) - or maybe a rule about men not looking so damn good like that. Paddling around in circles Susan watched as Caspian dove under the waves and popped back up, floating on his back, hands behind his head as he spouted out a jet of salty water. Rolling over, Susan backstroked closer to him, then took his hand so they could just float together like that for awhile.
The sun was setting over the horizon, painting the sky in purple, red, gold, silver and indigo when they finally waded back to the beach, Susan leaning against Caspian's side just content to exist. Together - because Susan refused to let Caspian do all the work - they took out the little tent Edmund had provided, spreading out a large expanse of canvas along the sand beneath it so they wouldn't get more sandy than they already were. Working side by side was something Susan was enjoying, helping him do something so simple together as they worked quietly, and also being able to see the fruits of their combined labour take form before her was satisfying in the extreme.
Flopping down, Susan rolled over onto her stomach, feet kicking the air lazily, chin in her hands as she looked at the ocean and sky, smiling, "It's so beautiful here."
Caspian situated himself next to her on his side, propping up on an elbow, "Yes it is." Fingers brushed some of her salt-water tangles from her shoulder, before his lips descended, "I need you."
Moaning Susan let Caspian do as he willed, rolling over as his mouth traveled over her flesh. She was still sore from their earlier lovemaking but didn't want to deny him, or herself, of feeling connected so she didn't say a word. It was unnecessary though, because Caspian seemed more focused on kissing every bruise away, the deep purple marks from where his fingers had dug into her breasts, hips and sides each getting loving attention. When he got to the curve of her stomach, Susan saw a small glimmer on his eyelashes, every inch receiving open-mouthed kisses, and as he pulled back his lips would move the barest amount as though speaking to their child. His tenderness made Susan's heart constrict, and as much as she wanted to know what he was telling their baby, she didn't want to interrupt Caspian's little conversation either. He was so beautiful like this, leaning over her, hands resting on her hips, face serene, hair wilder than usual, sunbaked skin and bright eyes, whispering to her barely there belly.
Noticing her regard, Caspian pulled back with a blush, "I was telling it that I was very glad that I have both of you here, and that I am most thankful for so many good things," as though he knew exactly what she was wondering. Shyly glancing at her through his bangs, "Is that... strange?"
"No," taking his face in her hands, Susan urged up to come up and kiss her, "no it's not strange. I like it and," wrapping her legs around his waist needing him so badly, "I think he or she likes it too."
Hesitant, "You are not sore...?" as her hand slipped between them, guiding his rapidly hardening length to her entrance.
"Yes I am," even while pulling him to her. "But I need you inside me, I need to feel you Caspian. Please..."
With a soft hiss as he pressed into her body, gentle rocking of hips as Caspian surrounded her, blanketing her with his body. It hurt but it was a good kind of pain, the kind that let Susan know without a doubt that she was in Caspian's arms. Kissing his face, moving her hips in slow circles as he thrust against her wanting to pour every drop of her love into him. He felt so good inside of her sheath, every thick inch of Caspian's turgid length rubbing on that sensitive spot deliciously. His skin was so warm, and the heat of his cock sent bolts of slow burning desire from her core along her body. Breathing in his exhaled sigh, Susan arched, stroking the backs of his legs with her feet and calves, his groan shuddering from his chest and into hers. Well muscled lean hips rubbed at her inner thighs with each torturous lunge, Caspian's face pressing at her neck, where he sucked the pale skin.
Planting her feet on the canvas beneath her, Susan rolled her hips upwards grinding, even as she felt Caspian push all the way home, his sac laying heavily on her. Caspian let out whimper, twitching trying to get even farther inside, dragging his face from her throat, to thrust his tongue into her mouth. Susan ran her over his shoulders, kneading the muscles as they slipped beneath his skin as the pace stayed steady and slow, sighing in time to their touches. Nipping Caspian's bottom lip, dragging her nails ever so lightly from his shoulders down to his stomach, then along her lower abdomen to spread her femininity further, granting him even more access. Rubbing at her nubbin with the pads of her thumb and forefinger, Caspian's prick massaging her deeply, ecstasy building from all the points of contact combined. Clamping her muscles around Caspian so that he had to push and pull harder against the grip, causing Susan to cry out. Tangling her free hand in his hair, Susan tugged his face to hers, wanting him to see her fall off the precipice. His eyes bored into hers, just as his body did, the concentration on his face driving Susan higher. Determined pumping from Caspian together with her fingers on her sex made Susan quake, trembling as she came in a quick rush of moisture and tremulous cries.
Caspian's eyes slammed shut, as Susan gathered herself, churning her hips rhythmically trying to make it as good for him as it was for her. A low sound came from his throat as his movements became jerky, no longer holding his weight off of her, and Susan wrapped around him tightly, whispering encouragements.
"Love you, come on baby, come for me," close to his ear. All she got was a frantic sounding whine as his hips rose and sank more rapidly. Fingers scrabbled at her bruised waist, hanging onto her as Caspian became frenzied, his back arching. "That's it, come on, come for me, you're so close I can feel it... Come Caspian, come inside me," nipping his earlobe.
"I.. I.." it was choked.
Moaning and writhing beneath him, urging him, "I love you Caspian... come for me..."
With a spasm Caspian let out a sob as he came, all his muscles standing in stark relief under his skin. Brushing his hair from his damp forehead, after he'd collapsed on her, Susan cradled him, shushing his groans of completion. After a few moments Caspian disengaged from her, pulling Susan against his side with apparent effort. A mighty yawn that cracked his jaw made Susan giggle, as he blinked slowly glancing down at her.
Tapping the tip of his nose Susan smiled, "Naptime?"
"Mmnaptime," stroking one of her shoulders with an answering smile.
"Good."
"Mph..."
"Hey - I thought that was my line..."
AN: Okay two smexings for the price of one. And so onto the reward fic choices.
A) Caspian Tied Up - fluffy
B) Caspian Tied Up - angsty
C) Caspian and the Pimp Seat - silly
D) Some random smut.
E) Uncle Peter tells his neice and nephew a story - and is constantly being corrected by said little tots (because Peter keeps saying that Caspian was playing second fiddle: like so -
"That's not how it goes Uncle Pete! Daddy did that - cuz he's the greatest!"
"No - he had my help - because I'm Magnificent you know...")
You have two choices, but BUT!! - put the choice you want more first, then the secondary. Fankoo...
Reviews? Votes? Some spicey Thai curry with shrimp and squid? Or maybe you have Ben Barnes phone number? All these things are welcome. Though... if I had his phone number I'd probably blush too much to use it...