[au] Narnia and the North

[the_seafarer]

There's a chill bite to the air, these days. The horses have been growing out their winter coats, and they look shaggy and plump as Caspian turns them out into the paddocks. Behind the stables, in the makeshift woodshop he'd cobbled together, the sleigh from his drawings is starting to come together. 

He hopes he'll have it finished by Christmas. With a little luck, and maybe some assistance, he thinks it should be possible. The tack, he's largely left up to Susan's devices, though he'd commission Gimli the dwarf for the various buckles and other metal pieces they'll need.

Once the horses are turned out, he gets to his other morning chores with a will, whistling cheerfully as he does. The stable stays strangely quiet around him. It takes him the better part of an hour to realize the strangeness is because he's become accustomed to Susan's cheerful presence working alongside him, talking or humming or simply working in companionable silence. 

Caspian pauses in his task – refilling the grain chest – and looks around. Susan's nowhere to be seen, and when he later wanders through the stables, checking each stall and outside, he can't find her there, either.

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[the_seafarer]

He shivers again and combs his fingers gently through the fall of her golden hair, marveling at its softness and sheen and length. His other hand he places flat against her back, holding her to him as he tips his head, offering up his throat, his chest, the most vulnerable places of himself.

"The Calormenes have a saying," he murmurs, watching her with heavy-lidded eyes. "'My eyes are darkened because of her beauty.' I've never quite understood it."

Though his eyes are darker now, pupils blown wide with desire. "For all I can think is how you brighten everything I see. You've brought me such joy, Su."

[sai_delgado]

"Give you joy from my joy," she tells him, sweet and clear and certain.

(come come commala)

Her own gaze is soft, but oh, her eyes are shining with everything she feels. Susan curves her hand against the side of his face, stroking her thumb gently over the arch of his cheek, back and forth, and then leans down to kiss his mouth, with all of her heart in the kiss.

[the_seafarer]

His lips meet hers with all of the sweetness and warmth and desire that's flooded his chest like sunlight –

(the dream is ended – this is the morning)

– and Caspian plunges his fingers into her hair, wraps his arm around her, holds her close like the precious thing that she is, giving himself up to her with all the will in the world. "Susan," he murmurs. "Beloved."

[sai_delgado]

Her heart leaps within her at his soft words, and she clings to him as he holds her tight, shivering at the feel of his hand in her hair and his strong embrace.

"As are thee," she whispers. "Caspian, as are thee."

[the_seafarer]

He makes a small sound and for a moment only holds her, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, his arms wrapped securely about her slender frame. She still smells of fresh grass and saltwater and of the flowers of Aslan's Country – and of herself, most of all, warm and wonderful.

Caspian lifts his head to kiss her once more and lets her go only long enough to shuck off his trousers and underthings, shoving them away until he's long and lean and bare beneath her, twining her legs with his own.

[sai_delgado]

She stretches against him, desire rising in her like a tide in the sea. Susan kisses him back and trails her fingers along his skin from his arm to his side to the angle of his hip, coaxing him closer still.

[the_seafarer]

He sets his hands at her hips and shifts her up along his own body, so that she can lean on her elbows on either side of his head with her hair spilling all around them, and so that he can catch one breast in his mouth, his hand curving over the other. Desire is swiftly becoming need, a sweet warmth in his blood, and all his thoughts are bent on helping her feel as nice as possible.

[sai_delgado]

She lets out a soft moan at the feel of his mouth and his hand, and shudders helplessly at the sensual onslaught. Susan tangles the fingers of one hand in his hair and presses a kiss to the crown of his head, then shifts her weight with the native grace of a rider to settle astride his body.

[the_seafarer]

He braces his feet on the sheets, now rucked up and muddled beneath them, and runs his free hand down her side to her hip and over the soft swell of her bottom. With each caress, he coaxes her to press against him, to arch her back and press into his tongue, his fingers.

Caspian lets go only to switch his hands, his head shifting so he can pay the same sweet attention to her other breast, while he strokes the first, still wet from his mouth.

[sai_delgado]

She rocks against him with his touch, into his touch, caught between hand and mouth and clever fingers, and another soft, needy sound slips from her as sensation surges.

"Caspian -- Caspian, please--"

[the_seafarer]

He hums a response and pushes his head back so he can see her face. With great care, his hand trembling a little from what's left of his restraint, he lifts his fingers from her hip and strokes one where her legs join, watching her face all the while. One teasing stroke, light as a feather, before he circles the nub of nerves there and presses against it.

[sai_delgado]

A broken cry escapes her as her hips buck, pushing against his hand, not only wanting now but needing, lost to anything but him and the way he's making her feel.

[the_seafarer]

He doesn't draw her down into a kiss, wanting to hear her cries and watch her face as he strokes and caresses her. He slips a finger inside her, whispering as he does he knows not what: sweet words and endearments, coaxing her into her body, to feel all she can. His own desire is almost blinding, the hand he has at her breast shaking, and he aches for her.

"Have me," he offers, tipping his own hips up, every touch adoration. "Have all of me, Su. I am yours."

[sai_delgado]

Each soft, loving word rings in her ears like a bell, and as he presses up to her she reaches down to wrap her fingers around his length, stroking him over and over while she shivers helplessly in the throes of their shared desire.

She shifts, then, settling against him and taking him deep inside with a sweet, slow roll of her hips. "Be with me," she murmurs. "Be with me, Caspian, do."

[the_seafarer]

He groans, head arching back, and sets his hands on her hips as she settles onto him, until they're as close as they can be, joined in the sweetest of ways. Caspian rocks up into her, slow and controlled, wanting not to shove her towards her peak but to wander slowly up to it together, hand in hand. Every shift of her body, every movement of his own hips, has him catching his breath and letting it out again in a groan or a hoarse whisper of her name, until his heart is nearly flying and his whole body is trembling beneath her.

[sai_delgado]

She can no longer tell which sweet shiver is his or her own, as entwined in each other as they are. Every breath is a soft cry, calling out to him over and over, loving him in every way that she can as they move together to the very precipice of bliss.

[the_seafarer]

She calls his name and his heart takes flight, skidding like a seabird over the waves. With the last of his ability to hold himself back, he runs his hands over her body, caressing her from breasts to back and down along her sides. His eyes, when he manages to open them, are nearly wholly black, with the thinnest sliver of gray around it.

"Su," he pleads, and drops one hand low on her belly, sliding his thumb back against that sensitive bud in a caress meant to send her over the edge.

[sai_delgado]

Every part of her thrills to his touch as his hands travel over her, but then he calls her name and reaches down and oh, and oh--

Susan throws her head back, golden hair falling over her shoulders as pleasure overwhelms her. She cries out, shuddering, as she tightens and quivers around him.

[the_seafarer]

He can't hold back as she tightens and shakes as her pleasure bursts through her, and truthfully doesn't even try. His eyes close and his head falls back, mussing his own hair into the pillow, and every muscle stands out at once as he shakes and gives himself up to sweet wave threatening to consume him.

Finally, his body goes slack, wrung out and slicked with sweat, his chest lurching up and down as he tries to catch his breath.

[sai_delgado]

She smiles down at him as he comes slowly back to himself, and is unable to keep herself from reaching to cup his cheek, then to smooth her palm over his shoulder, gentle and soothing.

[the_seafarer]

He smiles back up at her, slow and sweet, and curves his hands over her strong legs, then moves them up to her sides.

"Lie down with me," he murmurs. "Come here, Su."

[sai_delgado]

"Gladly," she murmurs. There's naught she could refuse him when he asks so sweetly, but it's not as though she's any wish to.

Susan shifts and goes into his arms, curling up beside him with her head on his shoulder and her hair spread across his chest.

[the_seafarer]

He hums, long and low and content, and puts his arm around her as she curls beside him. Once she's set her head on his shoulder, he turns his own to press a kiss to her hair, then reaches a lazy hand for the sheet to pull over them both.

[sai_delgado]

So much difference a year makes, she thinks, then resolutely pushes the thought away and edges a little closer to him. Susan rests her hand over his heart, feeling the beat of it under her fingers.

[the_seafarer]

After the long day and strain and their spent passion just now, he could fall asleep almost before his eyes closed. But he holds himself awake, drowsing lightly, and cuddles her close in the circle of his arms. "Are you warm enough?" he murmurs. "Shall I fetch a blanket?"

There's one muddled down at the foot of the bed, he thinks, but it may well have slipped to the floor.