Alessandra couldn't contain her smile for most of her day, even though there was the slightest amount of discomfort between her legs, the reason it was there filled her with glee. Indeed her new necklace was able to be tucked into the top of her dress between her breasts hiding the expensive stone, the top she wore that day also hid the chain although she doubted truly that she'd be questioned about it.

She tried hard not to blush when she and Tamara cleaned Caspian's room, knowing what occurred in the bed not eight hours ago. Tamara seemed none the wiser as she went to collect the linens from the washroom and Alessandra went into the study, evening everything was as she left it mere hours ago, except for the folded piece of paper that was left in her seat, it was inconspicuous enough that had anyone who wasn't familiar with what items made up the room wouldn't have noticed it. She spent so many nights in here that she noticed it immediately so she scooped it up and stuffed it in the pocket of her apron and continued on as if nothing was wrong.

She didn't see Steph until lunch, a rare lunch hour that they shared together.

"Finally," Steph gasped, surprising her by pulling her into a quick hug, "I've been waiting all day to see you," she looked around as if to check to make sure no one was listening in, "Did you speak with Caspian? Is he alright?"

Caught somewhat off-guard at her friend's genuine concern, "Yeah, I spoke with him last night."

"And?" Steph urged as she tugged them to sit in the grass.

"He was distant, at first, obviously he's feeling very upset with the news of his uncle, he tried to turn me away."

"Did you stand your ground?"

"Of course. He pushed back, but he was just scared. When I told him that I wasn't leaving him, he sort of broke down. Then-" She paused.

"Then?"

"He told me he loved me." Steph gasped dramatically,

"And do you love him?"

"I do," she told her friend, her smile coming back, "And I told him as much."

"Les" she gushed, shaking her arm, "That's so sweet. Then what."

"Then, we sort of," she blushed, starting to stammer slightly, "We went back to his bedchamber and uh-" She trailed off.

Steph's jaw dropped, "Alessandra, did you lay with him?"

"Yes?" She responded by biting her bottom lip, "I suppose I did."

Her friend squealed diving to hug her, "Ales, lion's mane." She gushed, squeezing her tightly, "Look at you," she teased playfully, nudging her shoulder, "So how was it?"

"Good, I think? It's not like I have anything to compare it to."

"Did you finish at least?"

"Yes I did. Twice. ''

"You little minx." She teased looking far too happy about the news, "You don't know how long I've waited for this for you, now I can share some of my tricks with you." She said with a bounce of her eyebrows.

"Tricks?" The younger woman echoed with a confused scrunch in her brows.

"Yes absolutely, do you plan to keep doing it with him?"

"Yes?"

"Then you can't just lay there the whole time."

"I can't?"

"You shouldn't," Steph corrected, "There's certain things you can do to drive him wild, and you don't always have to be on the bottom."

"I don't?"

Steph smiled and even though it was slightly condescending she felt the warmth in it, "You innocent little thing." she teased pinching her cheek and Alessandra pushed her away. "Don't worry, I'll teach you everything I know."

"That's what I'm afraid," Alessandra mumbled under her breath earning a mock glare from her friend.

Steph paused a thoughtful look covering her face, "Did he finish inside of you?"

"Yes," she answered with a confused tilt to her voice," Is that bad?" she questioned with wide eyes.

"No it's not bad, not unless you're trying for a baby."

"What?" Alessandra gasped a hand shooting down to cover her stomach.

"It's alright," Steph told her calmly covering her forearm tugging her to stand, "Come with me." They tossed their trash and Steph led her through the hallways while Alessandra's mind reeled until they reached their room. She dug around her trunk for a moment before retrieving a box, "Come here," she instructed and Alessandra sat across from on her bed.

She opened the box she'd taken out of her trunk revealing rows of teabags, "Here," she plucked one out and placed it in Alessandra's waiting hand.

"What is it?"

"Tea." Steph responded obviously and Alessandra gave her a deadpan look, "It's a special tea, the leaves are made from a healing tree that blocks seed from taking root."

Alessandra nodded, "Thank you," she said gratefully, examining the bag in her hand.

"You're welcome," her friend said, taking a bag for herself, "We can get you a box for yourself on the next market day, for now we can share mine." As she tucked the box away she continued to explain, "The tea's not completely foolproof so try not to let him finish inside of you unless you're actually trying for a baby."

"Got it."

Alessandra thanked her again as they went to the kitchen to brew their teas. It was slightly bitter but not unpalatable and although she was tempted to add a few spoonful's of sugar, Steph said that she didn't because she wasn't sure how altering it would affect the effectiveness of the tea.

They separated shortly after that to carry on with afternoon duties. Hers included taking the dirty linens from Caspian's room down to the laundry to be washed.

If she thought Caspian was insatiable before they laid together and confessed their love for one another, it was nothing compared to how he was now. He didn't even so much as allow her to look at her chair when she entered into his study since he stood as soon as she entered and approached her pressing a quick kiss to her lips before tugging her over to his seat with him and pulling her down onto his lap. A book was in her hands in a blink and he was focused on his work as if this was entirely normal. She smiled and bit her lip adjusting herself on his thigh.

They stayed like that for about an hour into the night, with one hand he continued with his notes as usual and the other caressed her hip in mindless patterns. She was grateful for the physical contact, sometime during the day negative thoughts started creeping in and she was worried that what happened would change things between them.

Although she was inexperienced and perhaps slightly naive when it came to relationships, the other maids weren't. She remembered a few months again when a group of her colleagues were discussing their relations and that the majority of them agreed that most men were only concerned with what was between their legs and how to get between yours. After that they typically wanted nothing to do with you. A small part of her was worried that Caspian might be the same way, even though he has proven time and time again that he wasn't.

As if he could read her mind he pressed an absent kiss to the top of her shoulder, she smiled turning away from her book to look at him but his eyes were already back on his work. It took a moment for him to look at her again, meeting her eyes before a soft smile immediately graced his handsome face, she returned it before stealing a kiss from his lips then returning to her book.

No, she thought to herself, he wasn't like them at all.

When they fell onto his bed some time later she thought to herself that she could get used to spending her nights like this.

"Did you receive my message?" He asked in between smothering kisses along her neck.

"Yes I did," She responded, tugging his hair to bring him back up to her lips, "You shouldn't do things like that, it's risky."

"You needn't worry so much, you said yourself that you're the only one that goes into my study."

"Still," she hummed, losing her train of thought as he returned to her neck, finding the side to be quite sensitive if the bucking of her hips were any indication.

"Alright," he muttered into her neck the feel of his breath washing across her wet skin making her shiver, "No more notes in my study." He was deliberate with his words and before she could call him out on it he kissed her again rolling so that he was beneath her.

His hands went to her hips pulling up her skirts so that she could properly settle her thighs on the side of his hips. She smiled against his Iips and tugged his shirt up from his trousers, he sat up pulling it off and tossing it to the side, breaking their kiss briefly to do so. He reclined onto the bed again but she didn't follow him, instead she sat up to take him in, with the candles in his room providing dim lighting.

She never got a chance to really take in his body so she took this moment to do so. She knew he was strong having felt it many times before, but she was surprised at the leanest of his body, his long tanned torso laid out for her to view, his cut stomach drawing her eyes further downwards following the trail of dark hair beneath his navel to his waistband. He remained calm and quiet beneath her for her visual feast, his hands on her thighs gently trailing up and down.

She leaned down over him again, connecting their lips and he took that as a sign to move his hands, wrapping around her back and pulling at the laces of her corset. When it loosened enough she sat back on his hips again pulling it over her head rather than trying to fully undo it, once that was gone getting rid of the dress beneath was easy and quick. When she was fully exposed Caspian sat up and his lips fell on her chest, one hand landed on her back holding her close, the other held her breast to his mouth. Her fingers tangled into his dark hair and held him close, the hand on her back came around to the side of her neck and touched the chain.

"You kept it on." he pointed out, pulling back with a smug grin. Rather than respond she pushed his shoulders and he immediately fell onto his back, the coolness that his saliva left on her nipple caused it to harden which drew his attention back to her chest, his hand covering up the sides. She let him squeeze at chest as hands went to his trousers undoing the ties at his waist, loosening them enough to reach in and grasp his length before exposing him to the cool night air. Her first thought upon seeing him was that she wondered how that even fit inside of her.

Her hand wrapped around him and his breath left his chest in a sigh, curiously she stroked his length and his head fell back onto his pillow. The sight of his pleasure made her aware of the wetness forming between her legs, but she wanted to explore the reactions she could get from him. She stroked his length again gathering the pearly bead that formed at his tip dragging it back down his length, the journey being much smoother with the added slickness.

Caspian's chest heaved as his hand covered hers and twisted, "Like this." He muttered as he showed her how he liked to be touched.

"Like this?" She asked, "I want you to feel good." She told him twisting her wrist along his length as he showed her.

"It feels good love, feels so good." he babbles one hand landing on her thigh the other reaching up to cup her underneath her neck dragging her forward, she leaned over him, continuing to stroke him before she connected their lips in a messy kiss, he grunted and pulled back when she twisted her wrist near the tip of him rather than the base, "Please love, I need to be inside you," he whispered as he kissed her again.

She kissed him again, releasing him to slide her hips forward over his length that fell to rest against his stomach, her wetness allowing for a smooth glide up and down. His mouth fell open when her heat covered his length, her breath left her in a shaky sigh as her entrance fluttered when she felt him near, instead of taking him in right away She moved her hips on top of his similar to that night in his study trying to find a pace she liked. On her next pass his tip bumped into her bundle making her shudder on top of him and do it again.

Her entrance seemed to weep at having him so close as she finally had mercy on them both and rose up to her knees slightly so she could take his length in hand again, lining him up so that she could sink down onto him. The stretch was still there but the burn wasn't as intense either because of her wetness from teasing them both or because her body had the space waiting for him.

"Cas," she whimpered when he was halfway in, a hand landing on his chest to balance, "I don't," she bit her lip when he sunk in another inch. Although they were both inexperienced, Caspian knew his pleasure, and all she wanted was for him to feel it with her.

Like he could read her mind the hand on her thigh came up to grip the front of her neck, he could feel her pulse racing under his fingers as he tightened enough just to pull her closer and slid his tongue along hers, "Do whatever feels good for you my love." He whispered into her mouth, demonstrating by gripping her hip and helping her roll against him again.

"I want you to feel good too Cas," she told him even as she started moving her hips with his assistance, sliding down the last few inches of his length until her pelvis met his.

He groaned as she began to move on her own, the hand on her hip squeezing but no longer guiding and the one around her neck keeping her eyes on his, "Anything you do will feel good for me," he told her before stealing another kiss.

With that she starts to move again, this time with him nestled deep inside of her. There's no finesse, no expertise in which Alessandra rocks her hips against Caspian's, instead there's breathy sighs and determination as she tries to find a pace and rhythm she likes. The sight of Caspian's pinched brow even as he gazes up at her makes her tingle, her core flutters and tightens around him which makes him groan bucking his hips involuntarily. She gasped as the change and leaned forward, her hands settling in the space above his shoulders as he takes over moving, wrapping his arms around her hips to keep her in place. His movements are slight but pleasant and now he's free to kiss her anywhere he pleases, and they chant down wherever he can reach, her cheek, her neck, her lips when she turns her head just enough.

His kisses increase in speed to the point it makes her turn her head to giggle into his shoulder, he smiled at the sound slowing his thrusts enough to tug her from her hiding and kiss her properly once again, he truly couldn't get enough of her taste.

"What?" He asked when she giggled again, the sound like a siren's call to his ears, his thrusts slowing to a gentle grind.

"Feels like you're trying to eat me up." She smiled into his kiss and he couldn't help but return it, hands leaving her waist to take hers and draw them towards his face pressing kisses all along her fingertips.

"Perhaps I am," he kissed her again, shifting his hands to lay on the pillow beside his head, and bucking his hips once so that her weight shifted forward, "Use me," he muttered, kissing her wrist, "Press down on my hands love."

She did pressing her weight forward and interlocking their fingers using him as leverage, her hips continued to move back and forth finding that he reached deeper inside of her at that angle, brushing up against something that made her jolt with every pass, if she angled her hips down she could rub her nerves against the patch of hair at the base of him. Perhaps the best thing about the position was the view she had of Caspian, his eyes rolling back slightly and his mouth falling open for ragged breaths to escape, and the darkening flush of his cheeks, his fingers gripping hers tightly.

It felt so good that her fingers slipped from his and rested on his chest instead finding a new angle for herself that allowed him to continuously brush against that spot. It made her gasp and dig her nails into his chest biting her lip, instantly aware that they shouldn't be too loud. Although his chambers were mostly isolated from the rest of the castle, it wasn't soundproof and there were guards stationed a few doors down.

Caspian's fingers dig into her thighs as her pace increased, the sight of her pleasure threatened to undo him completely, Gods above she was a goddess on top of him. The barest hint of moonlight seeped through his curtains and bathed her in an ethereal light, the sweat glistening on her body reminded him of the stars she was so enamoured with, her dark hair was like a wild halo around her head, and he finally understand why some religions worships the night sky, he had it incarnate on his lap.

She was absolutely perfect in every way, except for that bottom lip between her teeth. He hated that she had to stifle herself because them being together was dangerous. He swore to himself then and there that they'd have time together, not even Aslan himself would be able to disturb them and she could scream his name to the Gods.

His hand left her thigh to cup under her chin again bringing his thumb up to tug her bottom lip free before pulling her closer again to slip his tongue through her mouth, "I want to hear you," he groaned into her ear pulling her closer still so that her chest aligned with his and her arms rest along her shoulders, his hand rode along her curves until they cupped her behind gripping tight as she rolled her body against his in this new position. He liked it, for it allowed him to assist her pleasure from the bottom and allowed her sounds uninhibited to flow into his ear.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she approached her end, he wanted to met her there as his pace sped up, holding her hips tight to his every few thrusts to grind against her, that made her teeth bit into his shoulder and he be damned if he didn't like the slight sting of the marks she no doubt left behind.

"Cas," she gasped, leaning up slightly and he caught her mouth again, "Cas, you can't-" whatever she was trying to say was cut off by another moan, her mouth dropping open as she felt herself start to fall over that edge.

"What is it my Light?" Caspian asked, slowing slightly, "Do you want to stop?"

"No," she gritted out, clenching around him as if her body outright refused the thought, as did his as he started thrusting into her again, "You can't," she cut herself off again kissing him, "You can't finish inside of me."

That was reasonable enough, a distant thought rattling around in his mind that his first nurse told him when he'd come of age, how easy it was for his seed to take root in a woman. Although every instinct he had was screaming at him to fill her up he ignored them, there was no room for a babe in his life right now and more than that it was a request from the light of his life and he'd honour it.

He thrust into her harshly a few more times until she froze and her body trembled on top of him, he had to lock his arms around her waist so he could stay with her as she rode the waves, her core all but strangling him as she caves in her forehead meeting his, rough gasps and moans escaping her as she finds her release. Seconds later he pulls out of her, though it's the opposite of what his body wants, his length settles between them as he thrusts blindly into the space where her pelvis meets his, the friction is enough for him to spill into the space, his release punching a grunt of satisfaction from his throat as he pumps his hips until the threat of oversensitivity forces him to stop.

She's still curled on top of him, her tremors now subsiding as his hands leave her waist and move upwards to card through her hair that had fallen to curtain them both. He smooths it back revealing her gorgeous face before kissing her once more, this one was softer, gentler, small smiles forcing them apart every few seconds to bask in the afterglow of their actions. They breathe together, for every breath she let out he took one in until their chests rose and fell together in sync, her filling his empty space when she released a breath and vice versa, like they were made to fit together.

He told her how much he loved her again as his release started to cool between them and she returned it, he'd never tire of hearing her say that. After a long moment he rolled her onto her back pressing a kiss to her forehead before untangling from her, he still wore his trousers, he realized when he stood to fetch a fresh washcloth. He removed them, not caring for the stains that their combined juices left on them, he cleaned her off with the same reverence he did the night before, even taking the time to ensure not a trace of him was left behind in her navel, that made her laugh again and he wanted to bottle to sound.

He joined her back in the bed once more turning on his side and tugging her closer to him tossing her leg of his hip and wrapping his arm around her back, like this his length twitched at her proximity but seemed content where it was nestled between her softness and his but he paid himself no mind. He wanted this position because not only did it allow for them to be as close as possible, but it also allowed for their chests to be pressed together, their breaths falling back into easy rhythm and when their hearts started to beat in sync Caspian allowed himself to drift off.

The next morning, though it's becoming increasingly difficult she slips into the study passageway before it's time to begin her rounds. She manages to have tea with her roommate, despite avoiding Caspian finishing inside of her last night and once more ignores Stephanie's knowing grin as she tries to mask the slight limp in her step.

She also ignores Tamara when she pulls Caspian's dirty clothes into her basket, his trousers sitting right on top. The older woman teases that the prince either wet himself or had himself quite the time with a mysterious lover. She could only hope that the other woman would mistake her flush for one of fatigue rather than embarrassment as she joined in the teasing on whether or not the prince was house trained.

In the back of her mind she made a note to make sure that he was fully naked the next time they explored one another, she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to play along with Tamara's teasing.

Where there's smut, angst will follow as we start to move into the Prince Caspian plotline properly.