[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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[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.

[sai_delgado]

"I'd rather thee not go anywhere," she says, softly, and turns her head just enough to press a kiss to his shoulder.

"I'm warm enough here with thee."

[the_seafarer]

"Then I shan't."

He shivers a little as her lips press against his shoulder. "I'll not go anywhere. I promise."

[sai_delgado]

"Thee very dear." Just as soft as before. She smiles, a little, and lays her head back down.

[the_seafarer]

He rests his cheek against her hair and strokes his hand gently over her shoulder. "Rest, Su," he murmurs. "When you open your eyes, I'll be here."

[sai_delgado]

She gives the faintest of nods, not wishing to disturb him.

"I will, too," she whispers. "I'll not leave thee, Caspian."

(ka is cruel)

"I won't."

[the_seafarer]

(you're go to on)

His arms tighten around her.

(and I'm to go back)

"Beloved," he whispers, and draws a breath that's only a little shaky. "Don't be afraid to wake me, if you should need."

[sai_delgado]

She nods again, and this time tips her head back to look up at him. After a moment, she brings her hand up to touch his cheek.

"Shh," she soothes. "It'll all come right somehow."