Crimsonwings92: Hah! I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! Hell yeah, I'm finally back! Finally got Word Document! And finally got another chapter up! I just want to say thank you to all of my faithful readers who have waited so patiently for this next chapter and I'm going to try harder to make sure I stick with it! College life kind of gets in the way, ya know? Anyway, hope you enjoy chapter four of The Cair Paravel.

Disclaimer: No one from the Chronicles of Narnia belongs to me. Hehehe.

The Cair Paravel

Chapter 4: Surfing Lessons

Bungalow 17

"Spill it!"

"No!"

"Spill it!"

"No!"

"You better talk or I'll-"

"You'll what?"

"I'll show everyone at Pancho Lee's THAT picture!"

"Gasp! You wouldn't!"

"I would!"

"You wouldn't!"

"I would!"

Geneva huffed in exasperation, glaring at her guardian's smirking face as Kathy leaned on the counter across from her. It was the morning after Geneva's adventure with Lucy and her somewhat-yet-not-really fight with Peter and Kathy has not shut up about the details ever since they got home. Geneva didn't like to be pestered, but Kathy was resilient and wouldn't let up. In fact, her first question when Geneva woke up was "did he kiss you last night?" Geneva wanted to sock her.

"Come on, Gen, I'm dying to know what he said to you!" Kathy whined, giving her young ward a pout, "You know I like gossip."

"Ugh! This isn't gossip, Kathy! Peter just…he just came to apologize for what happened with Lucy, that's all! God," Geneva answered, standing straight and moving about the kitchen to make herself a bowl of cereal.

"Tsk, yeah right. If that's all he came for, then I'm the Queen of Sheba. Do you see a crown on my head?" Kathy shot back, standing straight as well and putting her hands on her hips.

Geneva looked up from her cereal-pouring process and took a good look at her guardian, resisting the urge to laugh the minute she did. Kathy's normally neatly pressed hair was wrapped around her head in what looked close to a bird's nest, creating what may as well have been a crown; a really messy, tangled crown.

Geneva scoffed to hide a laugh and went back to pouring her cereal, "Yes, Kathy. Yes I do see a crown."

Kathy's hands immediately shot up to her hair, patting her tresses self-consciously. It was hard for a black woman to have nice hair in the morning due to the way it would kink up during the night, especially when you had as short a hair as Kathy. Said older woman dropped her hands and glared at her charge.

"Look, missy, just because you have pretty curls doesn't mean you can mock the rest of us who don't," the woman retorted in fake offense, moving about the kitchen herself.

"Hehe, oooohhh," Geneva said in mock fear, smirking to herself as she poured milk into her cereal and sat down at the island in their kitchen and began to eat.

"What are you going to do today? I'm sure hanging out with me, Erin, and Carter again is out of the question," Kathy inquired.

"I'm going surfing with Peter," Geneva answered without thinking, realizing her mistake a second later and grimacing, her head falling.

"I KNEW IT!" Kathy exclaimed, rushing to the island and into her charge's face, "I knew you had planned something with Peter!"

"What! He just invited me! I mentioned that I surf and he told me he was taking lessons. We just planned around that information," Geneva answered, ignoring Kathy's excitement and continuing her breakfast, hoping Kathy would settle down.

"Uh huh! Riiiiiiiggghht, I believe that," Kathy answered with a smirk, turning around and rolling her butt as if she were slow dancing for a guy, "This guy's trying to get some booty. Just make sure to use protection."

Geneva, flustered, picked up a fake apple that was in a fruit bowl set in the middle of the island and flung it at her guardian's head, "YOU'RE SICK!"

Smack.

"Ow!"

Room 4012

Peter sighed as he looked at his younger sister, her back to him stubbornly.

"Lucy, are you still mad at me?" the blond man asked his little sister.

"Hmph! Yes I am!" little Lucy replied, crossing her arms as she pouted.

Peter sighed again, running his hands through his golden blond locks. He was standing in the middle of Lucy and Julia's hotel room, clad in his wetsuit and trying to get his little sister to talk to him again. She had been very upset with him after the squabble he had with Geneva which resulted in the end of Lucy's playtime with the darker girl. Lucy proceeded to take her anger out on Peter, refusing to look at him or even be civil with him straight into the next morning.

"Lucy, come on. You have to talk to me sometime," Peter tried, staring at the back of little Lucy's head.

"No I don't!" the little brunette retorted back angrily, a small glare on her face.

"Well…are you at least going to do the activity on the list that Geneva sent up today? The kids are going hiking through the tropics of the island," Peter asked, picking up the pamphlet explaining the activity along with the list of other activities made for kids that Geneva had sent for her.

Lucy said nothing for a few minutes, the stubbornness that all women have and Lucy was already starting to obtain keeping her firm, and kept glaring into space.

"It looks like it will be lots of fun," Peter commented with a smile, sensing his sister about to cave.

"Oh, alright! But I'm not doing because you asked me to! I'm doing it because Geneva took the time out of her life to make sure I wasn't bored this summer! Unlike a certain big brother of mine!" Lucy shouted in Peter's face as she grabbed her hat and the sunblock, stuffing both in her backpack before storming out of the hotel room.

Peter let out a gust of air, not expecting that little outburst from Lucy and happy that she didn't reach out to smack him. A moment later, a softer voice reached his ears as he turned to see Julia exiting the bathroom dressed in cutoff, denim shorts, a light blue bikini top, a white, sleeveless jacket, and her flip-flops.

"Don't worry, Peter, darling, Lucy will forgive you by the end of the day. She just needs a little time to cool down," Julia said in a sweet, sweet voice, sauntering up to Peter while swinging her slight hips as she did.

Peter smiled at Julia, taken by her beauty once more as her small hands rested on his chest, "Thanks Julia, I needed the reassurance. What are you going to do today?"

Julia let out a dainty giggle, "I'm going to go pamper myself at the beauty spa. I hear the mud baths here does wonder for the skin. Makes it glow."

As she said this, she ran her fingers lightly over Peter's jaw; the blond young man smiling as he grasped her fingers and kissed them gently.

"You don't need a mud bath to glow, Julia. You already shine like an angel," he said to her, making the girl giggle and blush.

"Oh, Peter. You're just saying that," Julia gushed, hitting his arm lightly in good nature.

Peter chuckled as they moved towards the door, preparing to leave. However, Julia whirled around to face him once more, her bright, blond locks flashing as they caught the light from the sun streaming in from the window.

"You know, Peter, we don't have to go out today. You and I can…stay here…and spend some quality time together," she said suggestively, her eyes growing darker with a deeper emotion.

Peter, in all honesty, was tempted by the suggestion and was close to giving in when he remembered his promise. Pulling away from Julia's now wandering hands, Peter gave her an apologetic look.

"Sorry, Julia, but not today. I have…my surfing lessons," he told her, reaching for the doorknob and wondering why he hesitated to tell her about his meeting with Geneva as well.

"Awww! But Peter, you don't have to go! Can't we cancel the lessons for today?" Julia whined in that shrilly, girly voice of hers.

Peter had a hard time denying Julia when she made that cute face with her wide, blue eyes and that pink, bottom lip sticking out. She was very convincing and he wanted to oblige to her wishes, but…

"Sorry, Julia. Not today, maybe later though, okay?" Peter finalized, brushing his thumb over her pale cheek before heading out the door and towards the elevator.

Julia was left in her room alone, glaring at the ground as irritation raged through her. She was so sure she had him in her clutches; he was going to cave, she saw it! Why did he resist her when it was obviously too hard for him to do so?

"Che. Whatever, I will have him, one way or another," Julia sneered to the empty room, turning on her heel and sauntering out of her room to her own appointment of beauty.

The Beach

After making sure that Lucy was well situated on her hike with the other children, Peter quickly made his way down to the beach, rented surfboard under his arm. The sun was warm that day, heating up the soft sand of the beach outside of the luxurious Cair Paravel to a comfortable warmth that made the tourists and natives sigh in content as they basked in the golden globe's rays. Hurriedly jogging through the sand, Peter passed the section of the beach that was meant for families and tourists and other individuals who wished to swim in the ocean and came upon the section of the beach that was technically reserved for those wanting to surf. And it was here that he met up with his surfing instructor, Marcus, a lean-muscled Hawaiian man with dark, tousled hair, tanned skin and a bright, welcoming smile.

"Aloha, my friend," Marcus greeted cheerfully, holding out his arm to shake Peter's hand, "I see your first lesson didn't scare you off. Hahaha!"

Peter laughed along with the man, a little embarrassed by the thought of his first attempt at surfing and all of his failures at doing so; "Well, you know what they say: no one does it perfectly on the first try," he retorted, his British accent thick and sultry.

Marcus merely laughed again and motioned for Peter to follow him, "True that, brothah. Now then, let's go through some exercises, yeah?"

"Oh, hold on, Marcus," Peter paused the man, looking around the beach searchingly, "I was also waiting for a friend here. Her name is Geneva and she was going to join in the lesson, if that's alright with you of course! I'm willing to pay for her lesson too."

To say the least, the blond headed British man was confused when Marcus suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly to the blue skies, all of his teeth showing and amusement evident in his actions.

"Wha...What's so funny?" Peter questioned, waiting with some annoyance as the surf instructor calmed himself down enough to talk.

"You, my friend, you are funny," Marcus answered, putting his large hand on Peter's shoulder, "You are talking about Little G, I'm guessing. She works at Pancho Lee's Cafe?"

A little hesitantly, the blond young man nodded as the Hawaiian man chuckled, "First of all, that girl don't need any lesson from me. She's as good a surfer as any professional, let me tell you that. And second, she's already out in the water tearing it up."

Peter turned in the direction that Marcus was pointing to see several surfers out amongst the waves already, one of them being a girl. Her dark brown hair, which had started out in a curly bun, was now a wet ponytail that laid across her shoulder, her ebony skin glistening with the water dripping down her body. Her orange bikini-top and board-shorts were very distinct out there against the crystal blue waves of the ocean as she sat upon her purple, blue, and green surfboard, head turned behind her to watch for the next wave.

And it came.

Catching sight of the wave coming, Geneva laid down flat on her stomach upon her board and started peddling in the same direction the wave was going in, jumping up quickly and finding her balance before she rode along the large, clear wave with the utmost ease. Peter was stunned by her ability, completely captivated as her long legs worked the board like she was a professional, her lithe body jerking it in the way she wanted it to go. He suddenly became breathless and slightly nervous when the wave began to tunnel and Geneva was lost from sight, however, before he could make his concerns known, she reemerged from the tube, her small hand gliding through the wall of water. The wave crested and Geneva's board continued to glide, carrying her closer to shore so she wouldn't have to swim there. Peter, who was still staring at her in awe, was snapped out of his trance by Marcus' loud cheers and clapping.

"Whoo! Amazing, Little G, amazing!" the man praised her as Geneva came up on shore, surfboard under her arm and a big smile as bright as the sun on her face, "I swear, you get better every time I see you!"

Geneva laughed as she stopped in front of the two men, "Thanks, Marcus. I had a great teacher after all."

The man nodded his head at Geneva's praise before her dark brown eyes landed on Peter, a warm smile adorning her pretty features.

"Hey, there you are! I was wondering if you skipped out on me or something," she giggled, tilting her head to the side.

The blond man gave a nervous laugh as his eyes raked over her incredibly curvy body, the girl looking more delicious than he remembered from last night. Not even his dream of her did her justice.

"It's nice to see you again, Geneva," Peter greeted, "and thank you for agreeing to meet me here, especially after I was such a wanker to you."

"There you go with your weird lingo again," Geneva stated humorously, turning to Marcus, "First it was 'sad sod', now it's 'wanker'. Are there going to be a lot of these words, my friend?"

She laughed at Peter's red face, using her head to point to the water, "So, how 'bout we get going, yeah?"

"Hold on a minute there, Little G, this beginner needs to go through his exercises first," Marcus said in good nature, putting his hand on Peter's shoulder.

The curly haired girl giggled and nodded her head in understanding, following the two men as they took their places in the sand to begin the warm ups. She set her board down on the ground and sat Indian-style upon it while her brown eyes watched the British tourist. Her eyes raked over his finely muscled body, lean and firm, as the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed with each movement. His golden hair swayed over his brow, slightly obscuring her view of his sky blue eyes that stared straight ahead of him. Peter Pevensie was truly one of the most beautiful men she's ever seen.

And he was too far out of her reach.

Realizing that the warm ups were almost done, Geneva jumped up and padded over to the water, taking a deep breath to control her racing heart. She was having fantasies again, in broad daylight!, and it was making her nervous to be around the blond.

"Ready to go?"

Turning her head, Geneva locked eyes with Peter, getting lost in those pools of blue. She lightly bit her lip, chuckling as she looked to the waves and shrugged.

"I'm more ready than the beginner," she teased, running into the water and jumping on her board before Peter could retort.

The man scowled playfully as Marcus laughed at him, both men taking off after the lithe female and paddling out to wave territory. The next hour was filled with fun and slight complications, Peter never once being able to stay on his board for longer than maybe a minute. Geneva tried not to laugh at him, but it was hard not too considering how many times he's flailed like a fish on his board and then did a face plant in the water. Poor guy, he tries so hard.

After falling for the umpteenth time, Peter resurfaced from the clear blue of the ocean and popped up for air, hanging on to the surfboard for some rest. Geneva grinned as she waded in the water next to him, her legs straddling her own board.

"Hey there," she started, giggling as Peter panted, "How's it going? Feeling like a pro yet?"

Peter scowled at her, "Sure, let's all make fun of the Brit who can't stay on his board."

The girl laughed out loud then as Peter hauled himself onto his board and began to turn back towards the waves. Geneva reached out and put her hand on his arm to stop him, shivering slightly from the idea of touching him again.

"Take a break, my friend, you've been jumping up and trying over and over again without giving yourself a chance to rest. You're not going to become any better on the second day, so just relax," she advised, smiling warmly at him.

Peter looked down at her hand then up to her before he chuckled and nodded in understanding, "Alright. It would probably do me some good to listen to the pro in the water."

"Yeah, it would."

Peter chuckled again and waded a little closer, his blue eyes boring into her brown ones, "When did you start learning how to surf?"

Geneva sat up fuller and blinked, "Um…when I was 10. It was one of the only interesting things I could think to do on this island when I moved here with Kathy and it's a great stress reliever. For however long that you're out in the water, you don't think of anything else, just you and being in that water."

The young girl looked out towards the ocean with the softest expression on her face, Peter deciding that he rather liked that look on her face. It was very becoming for her and it made him want to…

He shook his head and bit his lip, stammering a little for something else to say; "U-Uh, s-so…you said you moved here with Kathy…where did you move from?"

"America," she answered easily.

"Oh and Kathy is your sister?"

"Well, she's actually my guardian, but we might as well be sisters," Geneva laughed, thinking of the older woman that she held very dearly to her heart.

"Guardian," Peter drawled curiously, "What happened to your parents?"

…Oops, wrong question.

A shadow seemed to have crossed Geneva's features as her eyes grew dimmer and her smile faded into a line. Pete was quite surprised to see this sudden change in attitude, feeling like he had hit a nerve.

"I don't know what happened to them and frankly, I really don't care," was the cold response he received as Geneva looked down at her board.

They were quiet for some long seconds, Peter drawing a blank on what he should say next and Geneva…just being blank. The blond man hadn't meant to upset her, he was just curious. Now he knew better and would approach that topic on a more gentler basis. Don't get him wrong, he was still going to ask about it again because it just seemed like such an interesting topic, but right now, he wanted to see her smile.

"Lucy told me…about a turtle she met yesterday," he started, trying to remember their conversation, "What was his name?"

"Nohea. He's my little friend," she answered for him, her mood immediately brightening at the thought of her turtle friend.

Peter smiled as well, "Nohea. It means 'handsome', right?"

"That's right."

"I would like to meet him one day, if that's alright with you."

Geneva's face was soft again as she looked at Peter, nodding her head and pushing her drying hair out of her face, "Of course. The sea turtles pass through here quite often, so when they come through again, you'll see him. He's the really good looking one."

Both young adults laughed heartily, the sounds mixing together in the air and filling it with joy.

"Speaking of Lucy, how is she? Did you get the activity pamphlet?" Geneva asked.

"We certainly did and we're very thankful for it," Peter smiled, "She's actually doing the Tropical Hike today, but she's still very upset with me about the fight we had."

"Oh really? Hehehe, well I'll tell her that everything's cool between us now. She'll be happy to hear that."

"Thank you. At least now I won't have to worry about her trying to smother me in my sleep."

More laughter shared and at this time, Marcus swam up to them, apologetic smile on his face.

"Hey, you two, sorry to break up this little festival, but I have another appointment in about 5 minutes," he said to his paying customer.

Peter understood and thanked the man, the two of them shaking hands before Marcus turned and paddled back to shore. Geneva watched him until he made it to the sand, then turned to her blond companion.

"If you want, I can keep helping you," she offered, looking up to the blue sky and the bright sun.

Peter turned his eyes to her again and regarded her for a moment, his mind playing with the images of her smooth ebony skin, wet locks, and bright eyes. Somewhere in the back of his brain, something was knocking on his subconscious, whispering Julia's name, but he simply pushed it away with the utmost ease as he smiled at her.

"I would really like that."

Geneva returned the gesture and nodded.

Right now, the only thing he wanted on his mind was Geneva. Anything else wasn't important.

"Don't look so down, Peter! You didn't do that bad the second time around!"

The sun was close to going down now, the sun splashing the sky with soft colors of yellow, orange, and pink. The air was no longer as hot as it was from the morning to late afternoon; now, it was cool and inviting, allowing for a comfortable night with the windows open. Peter and Geneva were walking down the sidewalk away from the beach, having just stopped by the Surf Shack to drop off the blonde's surfboard. The ebony girl laughed at the scowl on his face, patting his shoulder.

"I'm so happy that my constant failure to stay on the surfboard is entertaining to you," he grumbled, turning his head away when she merely continued laughing.

He chose to ignore how that cute laugh made his heart stutter slightly.

Geneva rolled her eyes and shook her head, smile still in place, "Oh come on, it's funny to anyone, Peter. Even you have to admit that."

"I have to admit no such thing!"

More laughter as the two continued down the sidewalk, Peter being stubborn and ignoring the native girl next to him until she had calmed down. After about a minute, he looked to her and saw an amused smile on her face, the action contagious and he soon found himself smiling a little too. She may have just hurt his pride as a man, but she was also the one who was trying to encourage him throughout the ordeal.

"Thanks, Geneva, for staying with me today," he said gratefully, nudging her in the arm.

She giggled and playfully pushed him back, "No problem. If you keep practicing, you'll be a pro by the end of the summer."

"Does my surfing instructor guarantee that claim?" he smiled as he asked this.

"She guarantees nothing!" the curly-haired girl exclaimed proudly, her hands on her hips and her head high, "I can only hope and wish and do a little voodoo magic!"

"Wait…what?"

"Nothing!"

Peter's hotel came into view as the two laughed and conversed with each other. As they approached the entrance, a group of children appeared before them, all of them led by a friendly guide. Among those children was little Lucy and the little girl turned just in time to see her older brother with Geneva. She gasped and ran over to them.

"Geneva!" she cried, a large smile on her face as she threw herself into the girl's arms.

"Woah! Hey there, Lucy!" Geneva greeted back, giggling at the sudden impact and crushing of her bones from the little girl's embrace, "How was the hike?"

"It was so much fun! We saw a lot of colorful birds and had some virgin fruit from the trees! Thank you for sending the pamphlet!" the little 8 year old exclaimed, crushing Geneva in a tight hug.

"That's good to hear, Lucy. I'm glad you had fun," Peter piped up, ruffling his little sister's hair.

Lucy looked up at her brother, as if just realizing that he was there, and then turned her eyes to Geneva. She stepped back from her and tilted her head to the side.

"What are you two doing walking together? I thought you would have still been mad at Peter," she asked the ebony girl, turning a glare to her older brother, one that made him flinch.

Geneva laughed, "It's okay, Lucy. Peter and I got it all sorted out."

She looked at the blond British male, the two of them sharing a secret smile. Lucy looked between the two older teens, her mind muddled with confusion at her answer. It didn't matter though, she was just happy that Geneva and Peter weren't fighting anymore and she could start spending time with her again.

"Why don't you eat dinner with us?" Lucy asked excitedly, jumping about.

Geneva gave an apologetic smile as she shook her head, "Sorry, Lucy girl, but I have to work tonight. Maybe some other time though, okay?"

"Awwww!" Lucy whined, tugging on the older girl's hand, "But Geneva!"

"Lucy," Peter warned, "She'll join us another night, right? We'll all love to have you."

Geneva looked up at Peter in confusion, her heart stuttering again at the warm smile on his face. She felt breathless for a moment before she just nodded.

"Yeah…Yeah, definitely."

She felt her cheeks heating up as she smiled. Lucy pouted, but decided that that was better than nothing and turned to go back into the hotel. Peter watched her for a moment before he turned to Geneva and smiled. For a reason he couldn't explain, looking into her eyes, he didn't want this day to end. He felt comfortable with her like this, just them, didn't feel any tension or any kind of hotness like when he's with Julia. He felt peace. It was confusing peace, but it was peace and he wanted to keep that.

But he couldn't.

"Thanks again for the fun today," he said in a gentle voice.

"You're welcome," Geneva smiled.

"Maybe we'll see each other tomorrow?"

Geneva flinched and bit her lip, "Maybe, but I'm working all day tomorrow and for the next three days. You should really spend time with Lucy and that girl."

What was that he was feeling? Disappointment? Shaking his head slightly to clear it, Peter just shrugged and nodded.

"Then we'll see each other in three days," he announced, chuckling, "Good night, Geneva."

"Good night, Peter," she answered, and then she gasped as Peter leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

The young man had a burning blush across his own cheeks as he gazed at the ground, glancing up every now and then to gauge her reaction.

"Bye," he whispered before he turned and walked back to the hotel to find Lucy.

"…See ya…" she whispered, her heart racing and her mind reeling.

Once he was back in the hotel, Peter gave a shaky breath as he caught up with Lucy. He had just kissed Geneva; given it was only on the cheek, a kiss was still a kiss. He put a finger to his lips, remembering what it was like to feel her smooth ebony skin underneath his kiss. He wondered if kissing her lips would be the same…

'What the bloody hell are you thinking man?' he berated himself, smacking his head, 'Control yourself! She's practically a stranger!'

A stranger with beautiful eyes, soft skin, and a deliciously curvy body. A stranger with a kind voice, warm smile, and sweet voice. A stranger whose name was Geneva.

'Control…yourself.'

"Peter?"

He snapped out of his reverie and looked up to see the vision of Julia, all a glow from her day of pampering, standing in front of him.

"Oh, uh…hello Julia. My, you look absolutely radiant," he complimented once he had collected himself.

Julia tilted her head to the side, her dainty arms crossed as she frowned, "Who was that girl you were with just now?"

"What girl?"

"That girl, Peter! Who was she?" Julia demanded, her shrill voice rising.

Peter bit his lip, "She's…She's a friend."

"What's her name?"

"What does it matter, Julia?" Peter all but snapped, walking around her to get to the elevators.

"Because I want to know if there's some other ghastly girl out there trying to get her dirty hands in you!" the blond girl retorted, walking beside Peter, stopping in front of him with a pout on her face as she put her hands on his chest, "You have to be careful, Peter. These girls out here in the West are brutal and I don't want any of them to hurt you."

Peter, being a male and unable to see through that sugar-coated demon's scheme, smiled at her thoughtfulness and put his hands on her shoulders gently. Her skin felt so soft and he absently rubbed her shoulders to get a better feel.

"Thank you, Julia, for looking out for me. That's so sweet of you," he said, stepping onto the elevator, holding the girl's hand.

She giggled sweetly and latched on to his arm, holding it close to her body, "Anything for you, Peter."

He smiled down at her, feeling that good tension again.

It looks like Geneva's spell wore off.

End Chapter

Crimsonwings92: There ya go! Chapter four done! Trying to figure out how to incorporate Julia more into this. Gotta make sure that there's that clash! It'll be good! Hahaha! See ya next chapter! Ciao!