Fic: This Cannot Be
Title: This Cannot Be
Author: joans23
Pairing: Susan/Peter, Caspian/Peter, Susan/Caspian/Peter
Words: 400
Summary: Written for mini_nanowrimo. blincolin wanted some Narnia and I can never say no to her ;) It's SUPER CASPER again! Title and cut from Somewhere in Between by Lifehouse.
It started with Susan. He woke up one morning and looked at her with eyes that shouldn’t belong to her brother. It didn’t really happen overnight; he doesn’t know when it started, it was just always … there. But then it suddenly refused to be suppressed any longer and he couldn’t hide it anymore.
He took her by the arm after breakfast and led her out to the garden. There, behind the creeping vines he pulled her to him and then she kissed him. She kissed him. And so began the hiding around corners, the sneaking in the night. She became his queen, in every way.
*
With Caspian there was no long drawn out escalation of feeling. He saw him and he wanted him. He saw him looking at Susan and the jealousy that took hold of him was so sudden and so fierce he could have murdered them both on the spot. He refuses to let himself think about who exactly he’s jealous of.
He had his dragger drawn and pressed against the intruder’s throat as soon as he lay his hands on him. He didn’t let it drop when he saw it was the prince, nor when he felt the touch at his belt. For an instant he pressed it in harder, saw the other man’s face distort slightly at the pain as the steel bit into his skin. Caspian lifted a hand to his face, fisted it into his hair and pulled him closer until they were panting heavily into
each other’s mouths.
*
Peter stands with his hands braced against the entrance to his bedchamber. He doesn’t know down which passage to go to relieve the longing ache in his chest. He presses a hand to his cock, hard and insistent, willing it down and goes to his own bed instead. He is stopped short by the vision before him. They are both naked, the covers pooled in their laps. The flickering candlelight plays over the soft curves of Susan’s breasts and the hard angles of Caspian’s chest.
He can’t move, stands frozen as the blood rushes in his ears and his heart pounds heavily in his chest. Caspian moves his right hand a fraction, takes Susan’s left into his, entwining their fingers. Susan lifts her free hand, holding it up and open for him, an invitation he can’t deny. Caspian’s lips curl as he steps forward.
Author: joans23
Pairing: Susan/Peter, Caspian/Peter, Susan/Caspian/Peter
Words: 400
Summary: Written for mini_nanowrimo. blincolin wanted some Narnia and I can never say no to her ;) It's SUPER CASPER again! Title and cut from Somewhere in Between by Lifehouse.
It started with Susan. He woke up one morning and looked at her with eyes that shouldn’t belong to her brother. It didn’t really happen overnight; he doesn’t know when it started, it was just always … there. But then it suddenly refused to be suppressed any longer and he couldn’t hide it anymore.
He took her by the arm after breakfast and led her out to the garden. There, behind the creeping vines he pulled her to him and then she kissed him. She kissed him. And so began the hiding around corners, the sneaking in the night. She became his queen, in every way.
*
With Caspian there was no long drawn out escalation of feeling. He saw him and he wanted him. He saw him looking at Susan and the jealousy that took hold of him was so sudden and so fierce he could have murdered them both on the spot. He refuses to let himself think about who exactly he’s jealous of.
He had his dragger drawn and pressed against the intruder’s throat as soon as he lay his hands on him. He didn’t let it drop when he saw it was the prince, nor when he felt the touch at his belt. For an instant he pressed it in harder, saw the other man’s face distort slightly at the pain as the steel bit into his skin. Caspian lifted a hand to his face, fisted it into his hair and pulled him closer until they were panting heavily into
each other’s mouths.
*
Peter stands with his hands braced against the entrance to his bedchamber. He doesn’t know down which passage to go to relieve the longing ache in his chest. He presses a hand to his cock, hard and insistent, willing it down and goes to his own bed instead. He is stopped short by the vision before him. They are both naked, the covers pooled in their laps. The flickering candlelight plays over the soft curves of Susan’s breasts and the hard angles of Caspian’s chest.
He can’t move, stands frozen as the blood rushes in his ears and his heart pounds heavily in his chest. Caspian moves his right hand a fraction, takes Susan’s left into his, entwining their fingers. Susan lifts her free hand, holding it up and open for him, an invitation he can’t deny. Caspian’s lips curl as he steps forward.