Fic: Please, don't leave me
Title: Please, don't leave me
Pairing: Susan/Edmund, mentions of Peter/Caspian, Peter/Susan and Peter/Edmund (yes, they're all fucking)
Rating: R
Words: 289
For blincolin since she's the only one that's going to read this shit anyway and because she's fabulous, of course.
One look from Caspian and they knew it would change everything, even though Peter tried to pretend otherwise for a while.
Susan saw the first marks on him the next morning, blood sucked to just beneath the skin in the nape of his neck. She caught Ed's eye, arching an eyebrow and barely concealing a smirk. The surprised hurt written all over his face proclaimed his innocence though, and Caspian had the decency to look away when her gaze swung to him.
He didn't come back to her bed again, and she tried to pretend that it didn't mean that much. It was always going to be just a matter of time before he didn't need her anymore anyway. Ed, on the other hand, didn't handle the loss quite as well.
She watched him fade away before her eyes, hardly eating or sleeping, always outside in the damn courtyard, rain or shine, practising with sword and bow and axe until he could barely lift his arms.
"Edmund," she called from the balcony. Lifting his weary gaze to her seemed to tap the last of his strength and he dropped to his knees. The strap of her dress slid off her shoulder as she worriedly leaned forward, and she saw the way he stared hungrily at the exposed skin.
"Supper is ready."
He fucks her from behind, bending her over the foot of the bed, his thin boyish cock plowing into her as his inexperienced fingers fumble at her clit. When she comes, it surprises her and Ed licks the gasp from her mouth before finishing hotly inside of her.
Afterwards she feeds him slices of apple and sweet cakes with vanilla frosting, getting the crumbs all over her sheets.
Pairing: Susan/Edmund, mentions of Peter/Caspian, Peter/Susan and Peter/Edmund (yes, they're all fucking)
Rating: R
Words: 289
For blincolin since she's the only one that's going to read this shit anyway and because she's fabulous, of course.
One look from Caspian and they knew it would change everything, even though Peter tried to pretend otherwise for a while.
Susan saw the first marks on him the next morning, blood sucked to just beneath the skin in the nape of his neck. She caught Ed's eye, arching an eyebrow and barely concealing a smirk. The surprised hurt written all over his face proclaimed his innocence though, and Caspian had the decency to look away when her gaze swung to him.
He didn't come back to her bed again, and she tried to pretend that it didn't mean that much. It was always going to be just a matter of time before he didn't need her anymore anyway. Ed, on the other hand, didn't handle the loss quite as well.
She watched him fade away before her eyes, hardly eating or sleeping, always outside in the damn courtyard, rain or shine, practising with sword and bow and axe until he could barely lift his arms.
"Edmund," she called from the balcony. Lifting his weary gaze to her seemed to tap the last of his strength and he dropped to his knees. The strap of her dress slid off her shoulder as she worriedly leaned forward, and she saw the way he stared hungrily at the exposed skin.
"Supper is ready."
He fucks her from behind, bending her over the foot of the bed, his thin boyish cock plowing into her as his inexperienced fingers fumble at her clit. When she comes, it surprises her and Ed licks the gasp from her mouth before finishing hotly inside of her.
Afterwards she feeds him slices of apple and sweet cakes with vanilla frosting, getting the crumbs all over her sheets.