A/N: iMaryE! Thank you so much for the feedback! I'm glad you like the story, so I'm updating it just for you!

Edmund and Ashlana both woke up to Gael and Lucy shouting about the blue star, which was, in fact, shining in the sky. Edmund and Ashlana looked at each other, and quickly dressing in the right clothing, before hurrying to the long boats.

The wind had stopped. Ashlana was constantly tensed, Edmund noticed it. He guessed she thought something was going to jump from the water and eat him and Lucy. He eventually became fed up with the tense atmosphere that surrounded her. He formulated a plan to calm her down a little.

"Come on, Ash," He took her hand, and tugged her to him gently. He pulled her down into the men's quarters, and locked the door.

"Edmund, what are you doing?" She asked when he sat her down and sat behind her. He ran his hands up her arms, and to her shoulders.

"You're too tense, it worries me." He began massageing her shoulders. He smiled when he felt her begin to melt under his fingers. He began to test his waters. He knew she was still in heat. They hadn't had actual sex.

"Edmund, don't start something you won't finish..." She warned carefully.

"I intend to finish it." He mumbled, taking her shirt off. He pressed his lips to the back of the collar. She rolled her eyes, then turned to face him.

"You sure about that, my King," He groaned quietly.

"You know what that does to me." She grinned up at him, and rolled him onto the hammock. Oh, she knew, and she planned to use that to her advantage.

"No My King," she leaned down and captured his lips. "What does it do to you?"

"I refuse to say," Edmund tried to lean up and kiss her, but she pulled back.

"This again?" She yanked his hair. "What does it do to you?"

"Oh, God," He sighed. He liked that too. He wouldn't answer, though, as he enjoyed the teasing. Ashlana sighed and pulled his shirt off. This would take a while, she guessed. He placed her head on his chest, hearing his heart racing.

"Your body gives your answer away, My King." His heart skipped a beat, and his arms circled her waist.

"But you want me to verbalize it. I refuse to say."

"So I've heard," She smiled fondly. Then she frowned. She didn't want him to leave Narnia after this. He had to, she knew this.

"Ash?" He sat up and began to speak, but her lips on his, slow and passionate, cut him off. She'd make the best of the time now. He sighed happily, and lay back again, pulling her down to lay on him.

Edmund lightly licked her bottom lip, pleading to be let in. She opened her mouth, and allowed his tounge to enter. Their tounges began a dance, moving in time to the pounding of their hearts. He moved down, kissing her shoulders, and biting down gently.

Ashlana gasped quietly, pulling a groan out of Edmund. He flipped them carefully, so as not to toss them off the hammock. He travled slowly to her breasts. He looked at her and saw her eyes closed in blissful anticipation. He took that as a good sign and took her right nipple in his mouth, bringing his hand up and cupping her left.

"Oh, Edmund," She moaned.

He licked her nipple, biting until it was a perfectly pebbled nub. He then moved and gave her left the same treatment, before going back down again. He peppered kisses across her skin until he reached her belly button. He licked inside that before moving on. He hooked his thumbs into her pants, sliding them down her curvy legs, along with her underwear.

"Are you sure," He asked, not daring to look farther then her stomach.

"I told you not to start something if you didn't intend to finish it, Edmund. So finish it."

He looked deep into her eyes for a minute, seeing the passion and fire in them, before standing and taking off the remainder of his own clothed. He blushed while her eyes scanned over him.

"Perfect," They uttered at the same time. Edmund lay with her again, taking her knees and seperating them. He placed his lips at her center, licking gently, tasting something so wonderful he began salvating.

"Ed!" She groaned, when his tounge swept over her clit, which was swollen, and he could once again feel her pulse through it. It made him throb in need. He brought one hand to her ass, squeezing delicately, while the other held her legs open. He was becoming move and more wanton, the louder her cries became. He slipped his tounge into her, and she covered her mouth to stop the scream that ripped from her throat. She had on hand on Edmunds shoulder, her nails digging deep cresant shaped gashes in his skin.

Then Edmund felt it; the tightening of Ashlana's inner muscles. She was going to come. And when she did, she cried his name to the ceiling, eyes shut tight and back arching so far he feared she would break. He sat quietly, but uncomfortable, as she gathered herself.

Ashlana looked up at him, lust still evident in her eyes.

"You've got a big problem, my King." She stated in a teasing tone as she kissed him, taking his rather long shaft in her hand. She swallowed his moan, then pulled back.

"Don't come, just yet."

"You're gonna do that to me?" Edmund was in disbelief.

"Think of it as punishment for not answering me." She giggled. She stroked him from tip to base.

"Oh, Sweet Mother of Aslan," Edmund's head fell back in pleasure.

"Careful, Love, that's my grandmother you're talking about,"

"Please," He sighed. She smiled at how he was coming undone, and stoked again, ever so lightly. Edmund tensed, wanting to listen to her order of not to come.

Ashlana cupped his balls in one hand, pumoing his shaft quickly. Edmund was begging quietly, needing the release. He even mentioned the the things she did to him, just by calling him her King.

She smiled proudly at him when he jerked quite violently, obviously fighting the orgasam building up.

"Alright," She told him, and she nearly cried as he came immedatly, his face contorted in such pleasure, she was honored to be the cause of it. When Edmund was finished coming, he pulled her down next to him, not quite sure when he'd ended up laying down, but glad he was because he wasn't sure he'd be able to stay sitting up after that.

He caught sight of her still dripping core and groaned as he became hard all over again.

"Edmund," Ashlana suddenly lay on top of him, straddling his hips, causing him to close his eyes at the contact of their centers.

"What?" He gasped as she kissed his ear.

"Fuck me." She growled. That sent him back over the edge, as he grabbed her hips and led her onto him carefully forcing himself inside.

They both held their breath as they finally truely became one, savoring the moment, both hearing the distant roar in the back of their minds. Then Ashlana shifted, and started the slow pace, showing Edmund she was calling the shots again. He didn't mind. She rode him hard, bringing him close, before stopping and going slow just before he came. She repeated this process several times, and soon had him begging under her.

"Oh, Sweet Daughter of Aslan,"

"Oh so now you're talking about me! I don't know whether to be insulted of flattered," She half laughed, half panted.

"God, Ash. I love you so much. So fucking much please, please, please! PLEASE," He begged.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Let me come, babe, please," Ashlana looked down into his eyes, and saw the beautiful brown orbs shining with tears. He loved her that much, and was that desperate, that he was about to cry.

Ashlana began to work harder, determined to fall off the edge before him. His breathing sped up, and he began assisting her, slamming her down harder and faster onto him, until he had her gasping. She gave a shout, and he stiffened when she came around him. The tightness constricting him making him fall off that edge with her. They lay in silence, listening to their breathing even out. Edmund looked down at her and saw her staring at the door in concentration, before he heard the lock on the door click, signalling it as unlocked. She pulled the covers over them, snuggling into Edmund and tossing an arm over his chest.

"Caspian better not have anything to say about this. I'll Keelhaul his ass." Ashlana mumbled, before falling into a deep peaceful sleep.