[AU] to find all you seek

[the_seafarer]

It is hardly unusual that the door opens. 

It is slightly unusual, perhaps, that it opens seemingly on its own, onto a warm green land bordered by a calm, gleaming sea that smells of salt and something like lilies.

With such a view, anyone glancing out the door might be forgiven if they did not see the individual for whom it opened – not unless they glanced down.

And then down some more, where a mouse – a Mouse – stands on its back legs, studying the room before it with a soldier's practiced eye. It is about a foot high, darkly furred, and a scarlet feather nods rakishly from a golden circlet it wears about one ear. 

Apparently making up its mind, the Mouse enters, and the door closes. 

(One story ends, and another begins.)

The Mouse scurries – er, climbs – to the top of a seat at the Bar and lifts its small, impatient voice. "Hey there!" it calls. "Who is master of this alehouse?"

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[the_seafarer]

He arches up beneath her like a wave, one hand lifting from her waist to plunge into her silky golden hair, the ends of which trace over his skin, leaving sparks and shivers in their wake. Caspian shifts, leaning back to give her room, nudging his hips up to help as she pushes down the trousers.

[sai_delgado]

She draws them down along his legs until she's able to let them fall free to the floor, so he can kick them off without dislodging her, and puts both hands at his waist for a moment so that she can look up at him. Susan's smile is sweetly mischievous, and filled with warmth as she leans up to kiss him.

While she kisses him, she unfastens her own jeans the rest of the way and pushes them off with a shimmy, shifting from one knee to the other so she can work them free and rid herself of them.

[the_seafarer]

He assists, pushing at her jeans until she's freed of them, laughing as she shifts in his lap, refusing to put any distance between them.

"Quite a problem solver," he teases, and draws his fingers from her waist over her hip and down between her legs.

[sai_delgado]

She laughs with him between kisses. "Thee-- oh!"

Nerves spark at his touch, and her hips roll almost without her will, pushing against his hand. Susan puts one hand back at his shoulder and the other at his hip as she shifts her balance and settles back over him, then leans in to kiss him again.

[the_seafarer]

"Oh," he echoes, kissing her again and again, breathless and wanting, desire a drum beating in his blood. He strokes and teases, lighter and then more firmly, following the roll of her hips, the direction of her breath and the small sounds she makes.

[sai_delgado]

She moans into his mouth and kisses him more deeply as she rocks against him, then raises up slightly as she trails her fingers along his hip and wraps them firmly around his length, stroking him.

[the_seafarer]

"Susan," is half gasp, half groan; he rocks up into her touch and slides his hand back, slipping a finger inside her as he circles the nub of nerves between her legs with his thumb. "Please – "

[sai_delgado]

"Aye," she breathes, coaxing and promising at once, as she strokes him again, learning the touch that feels good to him, as he sends lightning racing through her with his clever fingers.

"Come inside me, Caspian, do."

[the_seafarer]

He shivers at her touch, at her words, and strokes her a few more times, curling his finger inside her, before pulling his hand away and gripping her hips, coaxing her up and then down again as he aligns them, sinking deep inside her with a push of his hips and a low cry. His skin is flushed from her touch and his own racing pulse; he wraps his arms around her and rocks minutely up and down, tipping his head back to kiss her again.

[sai_delgado]

She puts her arms back around his shoulders, teasing patterns on the back of his neck as she kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him. Using the balance she's trained from many and many-a year as a horsewoman, Susan rocks with him, shifting back and forward, tightening around him in a slow, steady rhythm.

[the_seafarer]

He places one hand at her hip, helping with each shift, each rise and fall, and spread the other low on her belly, sliding his thumb back down between her legs to circle the sensitive bud of nerves. Her kisses are deep and drowning; her hair a golden haze around them, sticking slightly to the sweat of his shoulders and her chest, and he can't get enough of her.

[sai_delgado]

A soft cry escapes her at his touch, accenting the feel of him within her, and Susan rolls her hips to take him deeper.

[the_seafarer]

He kisses her again, then lowers his head to her shoulder briefly as he tries to control himself. Once he's sure he isn't going to shiver apart in the next few seconds, he leans in to capture her breast with his mouth once more, aiming to drown her with sensation in as many ways as he can.

[sai_delgado]

She arches against him like a bow drawn taut, into his touch, his name singing on her lips.

"Caspian, Caspian--"

[the_seafarer]

He hums against her, his own pleasure and desire simmering in his blood, his name on her lips as sweet as music. His cares and worries have evaporated like so many water droplets on the searing hot surface of a griddle; they are as untouchable as steam while she is warm and real and solid and wanting in his arms. He swirls his tongue and his thumb against her at the same time, drawing her closer, sinking as deeply into her as he can.

[sai_delgado]

She'd meant to hold herself back, to coax him to lose himself in her until pleasure overwhelmed him, but the sweetness of his mouth and his fingers against her and the feel of him as they move together, oh, it's too much, too wonderful, and she can't help herself.

She goes up with a cry, desire raging through her like a river at the flood, tightening around him and shivering wildly in his hold.

[the_seafarer]

She shudders and cries out and as she tightens around him his control is yanked from his hands; he groans, back arching and his head falling back as he pushes up into her, as he shakes and shakes and falls apart in shattering pleasure, her name on his lips.

He's almost light-headed as he draws her back in, putting his arms tenderly around her and resting his head on her shoulder in a mirror image of how he'd first drawn her down to him.

[sai_delgado]

She cradles his head to her, her other arm around him, and murmurs soft endearments into his hair as the two of them float back to earth together.

[the_seafarer]

He soft voice and gentle touch guide him back down to her; he spreads his fingers wide over her back, feeling her breathe into his hand, the warmth and strength of her here in his arms. He dusts a kiss over her shoulder and settles back against her with a sigh, spent and sated and relaxed in a way he hasn't been for hours.

[sai_delgado]

She kisses his hair again, combing her fingers through the tangled locks at his nape.

“Caspian,” she murmurs. “Thee very dear.”

[the_seafarer]

"Darling Su," he says, very softly, and kisses her flushed skin again.

"The last thing I want to do is let you go."

[sai_delgado]

She smiles. “Then don’t.”

[the_seafarer]

He huffs a near-silent laugh and shakes his head, his arms looping around her and drawing her near.

"I shan't."

[sai_delgado]

Susan hums a soft pleased sound and holds him a little more closely.

[the_seafarer]

He kisses her throat and lifts his head to look up at her.

"Come lie down with me?"