Preview: In Your Bed
This is a preview of the unbeta-ed version. The actual fic is with my hardworking beta, collie_lover right now. It's a companion piece to A Tale of Two Kings, set around the time the Pevensies first return home from Narnia. 'Their story just had to be told!' is my official excuse for this one LOL
Edmund tossed and turned in his bed, listening to the sound of Peter breathing in the dark. He was waiting for the moment when the breathing would become less erratic and shallow. Once Peter was completely asleep, he would creep into Peter’s bed. He would lie next to Peter just to feel his warmth and sometimes he even dared to caress Peter’s soft and golden hair. He didn’t dare to fall asleep. He would crawl back into his own bed before dawn and get a few hours of restless sleep, dreaming of heated embraces and passionate kisses that were no longer his for the taking.
If only Peter knew of his ritual nocturnal activities, he would be livid. He was furious the first night when Edmund wanted to share his bed.
“No, Ed! What happened in Narnia stays in Narnia!”
“I can’t sleep,” without you beside me, Edmund added silently. He hated his childish voice. It sounded like whining when all he wanted to do was reason with Peter.
“What we did may be tolerable there, but this is the real world. People have a name for it here. Incest!”
“You didn’t find it so demeaning a week ago!” Edmund almost shouted. Getting through to a younger Peter was more difficult than he remembered.
Peter’s face fell. For a split second, Edmund thought that he was going to give in.
“Please, Edmund. Don’t do this. I can’t…”
Peter turned around quickly and headed for his side of the room. Edmund was almost certain he heard a suspicious snuffle. Maybe a part of him retained some form of maturity because he didn’t pursue the matter again that night, or the ones after that. Peter wanted to let go and because he loved his brother, he had no choice but to accept it. Even if it felt like his heart was breaking into a million pieces, he would bear it all if it would mean that it would give Peter some peace of mind.
Edmund tossed and turned in his bed, listening to the sound of Peter breathing in the dark. He was waiting for the moment when the breathing would become less erratic and shallow. Once Peter was completely asleep, he would creep into Peter’s bed. He would lie next to Peter just to feel his warmth and sometimes he even dared to caress Peter’s soft and golden hair. He didn’t dare to fall asleep. He would crawl back into his own bed before dawn and get a few hours of restless sleep, dreaming of heated embraces and passionate kisses that were no longer his for the taking.
If only Peter knew of his ritual nocturnal activities, he would be livid. He was furious the first night when Edmund wanted to share his bed.
“No, Ed! What happened in Narnia stays in Narnia!”
“I can’t sleep,” without you beside me, Edmund added silently. He hated his childish voice. It sounded like whining when all he wanted to do was reason with Peter.
“What we did may be tolerable there, but this is the real world. People have a name for it here. Incest!”
“You didn’t find it so demeaning a week ago!” Edmund almost shouted. Getting through to a younger Peter was more difficult than he remembered.
Peter’s face fell. For a split second, Edmund thought that he was going to give in.
“Please, Edmund. Don’t do this. I can’t…”
Peter turned around quickly and headed for his side of the room. Edmund was almost certain he heard a suspicious snuffle. Maybe a part of him retained some form of maturity because he didn’t pursue the matter again that night, or the ones after that. Peter wanted to let go and because he loved his brother, he had no choice but to accept it. Even if it felt like his heart was breaking into a million pieces, he would bear it all if it would mean that it would give Peter some peace of mind.