two scenes from the Casverse: Peter/girl!Caspian, Susan/girl!Caspian, Peter/other

[bedlamsbard]

There are two scenes from the Casverse (I gave up on finding a name and we shall just go with Cas! Which is a nickname. For something we don't know. deepad's suggestion) that I have actually written, and they are the most awkward scenes ever.



"I promised you a real wedding and a real bed," Peter says, shutting the door behind him. Cas can still hear the raucous sound of the party going on down below, faint with distance. "By Telmarine standards," he adds, watching her with dark eyes.

"Thank you," she says, but her gaze keeps flicking nervously to the bed and then away.

Peter steps toward her and cups her cheek in one hand. He kisses her slow and absolutely certain, tongue brushing velvet-rough against hers. Cas clutches convulsively at the front of his shirt, barely aware of Peter steering her backwards to the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the edge of it, she freezes.

"It's all right," Peter says, quiet and soothing. He strokes a hand through her hair, pulling the pins out. They clatter to the floor, almost too loud for Cas to stand.

He pulls back from her frowning a little. "Husband," she says, testing the word on her tongue. She's been waiting for this day her whole life, and yet --

"Wife," Peter returns. He kisses her again, reaching around for the buttons on the back of her dress. Cas lets him, shiveirng a little as his thumb brushes down her bare skin. Peter kisses the side of her neck as he pushes her dress down over her shoulders.



And this bit, which is later -- there's some intimation of location, if only because Peter and Susan and Cas and some of the army are tramping around from noble to noble trying to rally support to Cas, so they're not set up in one place.



Peter comes back to her with the bitter taste of someone else's sweat drying on his skin, slipping silently into their be without an apology or an explanation. Cas never says anything, just offers her body up to him without a word. He usually does nothing, just smiles a little, a pale shadow in the darkness of whatever room they're in this week, and kisses her before wrapping an arm around her waist and going to sleep. Cas lies awake, listening to her husband breathe, and smells sweat and sex beneath the lighter floral scent of soap.

Aunt Prunaprismia used to tell her this was going to happen. It's different for men, she'd said. They take their pleasures where they will and we can do nothing. You may be glad of that someday.

She's not sure whether she's glad of it or not. Peter touches her from time to time, light and absolutely certain, and it's good, it's fabulous. Cas arches up into his hands and mouth, gasping and clutching at his shoulders, his back, his hair, hoping that if she holds on long enough and hard enough he won't feel compelled to spend his nights in someone else's bed -- although at least he always comes back to hers.

Susan's kisses are warm and generous, lingering longer than a sister's should. Her hands are smoothly callused, a little rough against Cas's skin, and her lips are chapped when she brushes them across Cas's breasts. She spends hours just kissing Cas, everywhere except her lips and the space between her legs, until Cas is tight and aching and comes just from Susan's breath on her clit. She leaves Cas's bed in the space before Peter comes in, kissing Cas goodbye before she dresses and goes out the bedroom door.

Once she left late, or Peter came back early, and they met in the outer room. Cas remembers sitting up in bed and clutching the sheets to her bare breasts, thinking, But he knows, he knows, because the sheets always smell like her and Susan and because sometimes, when they're dressing in the morning, Peter's eyes skate over the love bites Susan has left. But the only thing that had happened was that Peter had, "Su," and Susan had said, "Peter," and there had been a long, mostly silent moment before the outer door had opened and closed again. Peter hadn't said anything when he'd come in, just kissed the spot on her neck where Susan had sucked a red mark before undressing and climbing into bed.

Comments

[deepad]

Oh poor Cas! Poor woobie! Someone needs to love her for herself, not just her political bounty. I hope Susan helps instil some self-worth in her.

Now that Cas is married to the High King, does that put her higher than the other kings and queens? It would be kind of cool to see Peter being obliviously dismissive of her and deferring to Su and Lucy and Ed because in his head they are the real kings and queens, and then to have Su quietly turn around and defer to Cas, and convince her that its ok to actually reign, and it is her land now...

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Oh poor naive Cas. Life is not easy is it? Especially when you have to learn how to understand the Pevensies. Does she think that Peter is sleeping with women?

And I second the question of her rank. Since technically Su, Lu and Ed wouldn't have any authority what so ever, right?

[starsimpulse.livejournal.com]

Does this take place in the same time frame (more or less) as Warverse and Petaverse? That makes Peter what 16? He's awfully young to be getting married, even if he really is in his thirties. And it happened so quick; I mean they hardly know eachother! I know it's all politics but, still.

This verse is just depressing. Like, I always thought that if any of the Pevensies ever got married, even if they were marrying because they wanted to, because they loved them or whatever, and not marrying for political reasons, (not that I'm saying Peter doesn't love Cas, actually scratch that, I HAVE NO IDEA) the relationship would be really open and the Pevensies would still sleep with eachother, and wouldn't really be an issue, but Cas is just so naive, an so proper, and it makes me sad that Peter is sleeping his way through the Telmarine Lords or whatever the heck he's doing. I don't think it would bother me if he was sleeping with one of his siblings, (it would make me irrationally happy if he was sneaking off shagging Edmund, except for wait, he's off in the forest, isn't he?) so I think what I'm really doing here is morning the lack of Pevencest. This verse is suspiciously lacking in Pevencest (Are Edmund and Susan still fucking? I vote YES.). It's really wierd, because I always thought that Peter/Susan was my least favorite Pevencest pairing but, like, I miss them? The obvious answer here is for them to have a threesome. It would solve EVERYTHING.

GUH. My thoughts are so scattered. I'm not even sure this comment makes sense. *sigh*

[lazaefair.livejournal.com]

hoping that if she holds on long enough and hard enough he won't feel compelled to spend his nights in someone else's bed -- although at least he always comes back to hers.

Fuck, this hits way too close to home. *scowls at Peter* I know you're developing your Peter in sort of the way he would naturally develop in this situation, but it's almost too disturbing to start thinking of him in the same way as certain real-life cheating bastards in my life. I wish I didn't know how Cas felt all too intimately.