Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Susan woke in an untimely fashion—it was morning. The events from the night before were tiring, both physically and emotionally. She lay buried in Caspian's firm arms. His skin was sultry and he had a slight musky scent, which made Susan pleased. She had no intention of leaving his warm, inviting grasp. But, the thought of anyone finding her in a very incriminating position—horrified her deeply. As she tried to escape, Caspian wove his arms around her, tightening his grasp. Susan was certain that she heard a faint chuckle from Caspian.

"Caspian…" She whispered—almost too quiet that it was barely audible. She wiggled her way around so that she was facing him. He kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks and finally her awaiting plump lips. She responded back with as much enthusiasm as she could muster—she was rather worn out. "I must go." She cried as she tried to pull away from his distracting kisses. Caspian ignored her inquiry and continued his fun. He gently began to massage her breasts as he did before. Susan whimpered, for they were slightly tender. Caspian stopped and instead placed his hands on her buttocks. Extracting a small gasp from Susan, then responded by pushing her body right up against his. Caspian delighted in the closeness—of his bare skin connecting with Susan's again. Caspian kissed her neck and slowly began to suck on the sensitive spot on her shoulder—eventually leaving a bruise.

"We're going to get caught…" Susan hissed playfully in his ear. She was only a little frightened of the thought now. Caspian's luscious lips laving her skin was enough to distract her.

Caspian was obviously still in the illusion of their love making from the night before. He pulled Susan's chin up with his hand and looked at her. He carefully tried to connect his thoughts through eye contact, instead of actually initiating it vocally. Susan—although precautious…didn't want to give up another chance to be close with Caspian.

"Caspian…maybe we shouldn't." Said she.

Caspian merely purred her name. "Susan…" he pleaded with her, "We can be very quiet…can we not?" His voice was irresistible and smooth. Susan bit her lip in frustration and desire over Caspian. He made the situation even harder, when he began to run his fingers along the side of her body. Susan trembled at the touch and Caspian was quite aware of his power over her. "You may not want to—but I have needs to compel you…" He teased her.

Susan smiled faintly, and then nodded her head. Caspian almost giddy with excitement—began kissing her fervently. Susan ran her fingers through his beautiful black hair.

"Do you want to try something…different?" He asked nervously.

"What do you have in mind?" Susan answered.

Without warning, Caspian turned Susan on her stomach, so that her back was facing him. She furrowed her brow in confusion, and then suddenly realization flooded her senses. She felt his tip at her backside and she released a moan. Caspian leaned down so that his chest was flat against her back. He whispered in her ear, "Is this okay?" He asked warningly. Susan wasn't sure exactly—however, she nodded her head again. Just as Caspian was about to enter her—there were faint footsteps heard approaching Caspian's tent. They froze.

Caspian quickly moved himself away from Susan's body and they both rapidly began to clothe each other.

"Caspian…we're packing up and we need your hel—p" Peter was mortified with what he saw. Caspian was in a stand position with Susan kneeling in front of him, both barely dressed. The colour red flooded Peter's face.

"What is this?" He asked in utter astonishment.

"Peter it's not what it looks like…honestly…" It was no use explaining—it was exactly what it looked like.

Peter's anger lingered on Susan for a moment before transferring it to Caspian. Peter grabbed the young prince and threw him out of the tent and onto the moist morning grass.

"Peter!" Susan yelped. Her screams proved useless when Peter punched Caspian in the jaw. The sound of flesh hitting flesh made Susan cringe in degradation. Edmund and Lucy emerged from their tents, at the sound of the ruckus.

Caspian didn't fight Peter back; this made Peter even angrier.

"At least have the decency to fight me back! You little coward!"

Edmund quickly ran between the two.

"Stop it!" He cried, "What's all this about?" Both hands were at their chests. Lucy walked over to Susan and put her arm around her waist for support.

"Ask him!" Peter pointed his finger at Caspian. The crowd turned to look at him. He said nothing. Susan was weeping into her hands—while Lucy tried to console her.

"Oh Peter! Leave him alone! This was as much my idea as it was his. Do leave him alone!"

Edmund was still baffled, "What happened?"

Silence. No one was brave enough to explain. Peter's anger radiating through him, his hands clenched tight together and his eyes always on Caspian. Caspian looked shamefully at his feet. The air was still, the birds remained silent and all eyes were fixated on the two royalties. Susan broke the long, drawn out silence and made her way between Peter and Caspian. She bravely grasped Caspian's hand and turned to look at her siblings.

Susan cleared her throat. "Caspian and I…well we are engaged to be…married! He proposed to me this morning, that is why we were found together." Caspian's eyes widened with shock. Peter snarled while Edmund and Lucy clapped their hands with excitement.

"Oh this is a shock! I didn't even know you two were together!" Lucy rejoiced! "Oh I am ever so happy for the both of you!"

Edmund went straight up to Caspian and grabbed his hand. He firmly shook it. "Congratulations, mate!" Caspian still had a look of bewilderment plastered across his beautiful face. Peter was seething.

"I don't believe it." Peter said finally. "A real man would have asked permission first!" He protested.

"Who would he had asked Peter?" Lucy asked.

"Me! I'm the oldest!"

"You're not my father!" said Susan. Peter in his anger stepped up to Susan and struck her across the face. Leaving a red mark as big as his hand.

"Hey!" Exclaimed Caspian defensively. "Apologize to Susan!" He demanded, while holding Susan close to his chest. Tears were steaming down her face and a foul bruise was forming on her cheek.

"Why? She is behaving like a…whore." Peter spat out the last word. The crowd drew back and gawked at them.

"Now, now Peter." Edmund tried to calm him down, "I think you should apologize to Susan." Edmund continued, "I think you should congratulate the two of them, say your sorry and move on." He talked to Peter as if he were a child. Peter shoved Edmund aside and stocked off towards to forest, paying no mind to the steady flow of his own tears.

Caspian frowned warily at Susan and she gave him an apologetic look.

"Excuse us a moment." Caspian muttered to the others as he grabbed her and took her away from the crowd.

"Susan what have you done!" He hissed.

Susan began to cry, again. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to say!"

"Anything would have been better, than we're engaged!"
"So telling them that you fucked their sister before marriage would have been better?"

Caspian was taken aback by her sudden profanity; it was quite indecent of her.

Susan spoke again, "Caspian…" she paused. "You can call it off—I wont be upset. It was just a ploy to get us out of trouble. I know you don't want to marry me. It was just…just…desire! That's all. There was no love…" She gulped. Both of them knew her words were poisonous lies.

Caspian couldn't hide the look of sheer heartbreak as she said that—his face lowered and his brows furrowed.

"Well…I don't feel that way. But I understand if you do."

Caspian surprised Susan when he began to laugh. He grabbed her head and kissed her lips, unexpectedly.

She drew back and looked at him curiously. "Does this mean you want to stay engaged?"

He smiled and said nothing.