Ughhh! I'm so annoyed! So last night I had like half of this chapter written and was gonna finish and submit it, but my computer got a virus. Every single time I turned it on it would shut itself down, even in safe mode. The only thing that would fix it was restoring it to its original settings, so that it was like the computer just came out of the box. This of course, deleted the part of the chapter I had already written. So, because of my frustration this is going to be the last chapter, but I'll try to make it a long one. I have really enjoyed writing this story and you guys have been awesome readers/reviewers, and I'm sad this story is coming to an end. I'm ready to finish it, however, and get started on Prince Caspian: My Version. It will be a prequel to this story and I guess I should have written it first but oh well haha(: NarniaFan is really the one who inspired me to decide to write it since she always got so excited when I would put in a Lucy/Caspian PC flashback(: Haha, so...ENJOY THE LAST CHAPTER!

Chapter 30

CASPIAN'S POV

I knew I should have kicked that tramp out of this castle as soon as she touched Lucy, Caspian thought as he stormed down the castle corridors on his way to look for his fiance. He had just gotten out of a meeting where he was making preparations for the wedding, when he saw David stomping down the hallway, positively fuming and with clenched fists. Normally, Caspian would have let it go, because he quite honestly didn't care for the young man who so obviously had a thing for Lucy, but he needed to make sure that nothing serious was happening about Cair Paravel. He addressed David, asking him what was wrong, and really was not in the least bit surprised at the information he was given. Before he had arrived back from the voyage on the Dawn Treader, Caspian would have never thought that Annebelle would behave in such a manner, because she always seemed like a well-rounded girl that was fun to be around. After seeing how she reacted to Lucy's arrival and Andrew's death, however, Caspian knew he had not seen her true heart. Instinctively, he wanted to go grab Annebelle by the arm and personally throw her out on the streets, but decided with better judgement to have Glenstorm escort her to her aunt's house just a few miles outside of Cair. He wanted so badly to forget about Annebelle and the complications she has caused all together, and focus on giving Lucy a beautiful wedding. She hadn't said anything about specifics that she would want with food, decorations, or music, and Caspian made plans to ask her what she would like, and if she told him nothing, he would plan it himself with his knowledge of her likes and dislikes. He wanted to see her face light up as soon as she walked into the ballroom. I don't want her to know I went to a meeting about the wedding without her, he thought, because he wanted to plan it on his own so that she was surprised when she saw everything. Caspian already had one thing arranged that he knew Lucy would love, Aslan would be the one marrying them. It only seemed natural, since the great lion has known Lucy for longer than himself, and has a very deep connection with her. No one would have ever said it out loud, but it was a general consensus that Lucy was Aslan's favorite Pevensie. I think Lucy is everyone's favorite Pevensie, he thought inwardly, making himself chuckle. True enough, since Lucy always seemed to carry a light with her that could bring a smile to even the most hostile of lips. Everytime she would smile, someone else couldn't help but follow suit, and her gentle words and kindness stilled the jumbled souls led down the wrong path. This aside, Lucy was not one to be messed with, and could fend for herself and others, even though Caspian felt better having a watchful eye on her regardless. He smiled at the thought of her angelic face and sped up, needing to find her faster. Naturally, he tried her room first, knocking swiftly on the stone door and calling out her name gently.

"Just a moment!" Came Lucy's voice, sounding slightly caught of guard and panicked. He heard the rustling of paper and the slamming of a drawer before the soft patter of Lucy's feet on the wood floor signaled to him that she was coming to the door, and he crossed his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow as the door flung open. Lucy was dressed in a red gown that exposed part of her shoulders and the very top of her breasts. The fabric hugged her slim waist and the beginning curve of her hips before loosening as it flowed down into the skirts. All of her hair hung down around her waist and back in natural beauty and her cheeks were flushed. Her wide eyes looked up at him shyly as she bit her bottom lip. Caspian had meant to question her on what she had been doing, but could not resist dipping his head down to capture her plump red lips in a tender kiss. When he pulled away, Lucy still held her hands in front of her, wringing her fingers together. He leaned against the doorframe. "What were you doing?" Lucy's cheeks turned rosy at his question but she still smiled mischeviously.

"Nothing," she answered simply, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. He gave her a hard stare, chuckling when she gave it right back to him. Getting an idea, Caspian stepped over the threshold to her room and placed his hands on her waist, just above the curve of her hip, and leaned down so that his lips were a breath away from hers. He leaned his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes.

"Tell me," he breathed, touching his lips to hers briefly and then pulling away, smirking when she tried to follow him but did not succeed. Lucy kept her eyes closed as she answered him, stuttering slightly on her words.

"I-um-uh-no." Caspian sighed and ran his nose along the side of her cheek before tracing a line down her neck and placing a kiss to her shoulder where no fabric covered her soft skin.

"What did you hide in the drawer?" He whispered, picking his head up to rest his lips against her ear. His hands traveled around her body to the small of her back, nudging her closer gently and pinning her body to his own. Lucy's little body shook slightly against his, and she turned her head to try and take his lips, he yanked his head back.

"Nuh-uh, silly girl. Not until you tell me," he let out with a chuckle as she scrunched up her face and stomped her foot.

"I guess I won't be kissing you again then," she retorted, stepping out of his arms and turning her back on him, crossing her arms across her chest defiantly. He rolled his eyes at her poor attempt at acting. He knew Lucy would kiss him eventually. He grinned foolishly.

"I guess I'll just look for myself then," he stated, swiveling around her and making his way towards the chest of drawers. He heard Lucy squeal behind him and felt her grasp his hand tightly and pull him back.

"No! You can't see!" She whined, holding both of his hands.

"Why not?" He asked, giving her a puppy dog look. Lucy's eyes searched his for a few moments before she huffed in agitation.

"Because it's my wedding dress! You're so annoying!" His mouth made the form of an "o" in understanding and he chuckled as she glared at him, nose scrunched up. She was trying to look angry, but he thought it rather adorable, and finally gave in to both Lucy's and his own needs as he pulled her into his arms and stole her lips in a kiss. She resisted for a moment, but when he put a hand to cup her face and brushed his fingers delicately over her rosy cheek, she sighed into his mouth and deepened the kiss. Caspian broke away from their kiss for a moment as he backed her up into a wall, pinning her arms down at her sides and beginning to kiss her neck heatedly. When he bit down on the skin, she called out his name, and he wanted to hear it more and more. He skillfully grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them behind her back so that he could have a hand free. He growled into her skin before pulling it between his teeth, sucking gently, and let his hand slide up to her breast, squeezing slightly. Lucy's breathing quickened and she struggled to release her arms so that she could touch him.

"Caspian," she whispered raggedly as he toyed with her breast, and her chest heaved when his lips left her neck and went to the top of her other breast where the fabric of her dress did not reach. His lips brushed over the skin sensually, and Lucy shuddered when he traced a line with his tongue painfully slow. "Caspian," she said, no longer in a hushed voice. He continued, re-applying his lips. "Caspian," she said, louder. He chuckled, pressing her further into the wall with his body. "Caspian! Let go of my hands!" Her voice sounded frantic in a gasp, and he quickly released her, pressing his eyebrows together as he looked to her for a reason. Lucy pulled her hands from behind her back and rubbed one of her wrists as she made a pained expression. He felt a stab of guilt and panic.

"I hurt you?" He croaked, reaching out to gently take the wrist she was nursing in his hand, inspecting it. "I'm sorry," he whispered. She shook her head quickly.

"It's nothing, really. You just had it twisted in a weird way, it'll be okay in a moment," she said calmly, kissing his neck softly. He tried to get her to let him have it bandaged but she insisted that he was being silly and that it was already getting better. Instead, Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck lazily and pressed herself up against him, making his body ache for hers. He hugged her to him, kissing the top of her head.

"What do you want for the wedding?" He asked, watching as she gave him a confused look.

"Um, for you to show up?" He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose, brushing some hair from her face.

"You don't have to worry about that. No, I mean what sort of decorations, food, and music? Stuff like that," he finished, really needing to know what she wanted so that he could make it so. Lucy sighed, giving him a sweet smile.

"Let them be creative." He nodded and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

"This has been a crazy day," he said, stifling a yawn. "Poor Edmund." He heard Lucy sigh and shift in his arms.

"He'll be alright. I kind of wish he could go back to Ramandu's Island, so that he could see Liliandil. I know he was only mesmerized by her beauty, but she's a star, she must be a complete angel."

"Not in comparison to you," he said, chuckling when she rolled her eyes.

"You're so corny," she giggled.

"But you love it. And me." Lucy bit her lip and stood on her toes to brush her lips against his.

"That I do," she whispered.

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The next two days passed by hurriedly for those preparing the ball room and feast, but painfully slow for Lucy and Caspian. Caspian spent every waking moment with her that he could when he was not seeing to wedding details and other things, but it wasn't enough for him. He just couldn't wait until they were husband and wife and could be together all of the time. Edmund seemed a little angsty, and Caspian felt sort of guilty for snatching his sister up and away from him, even though they would all still be living under the same roof. Lucy tried to mask her impatience by keeping herself busy reading, practicing swordplay, or riding Destrier, but Caspian knew that she was a bundle of nerves and that she must be wondering what he was up to. She had no idea that he was the one really planning the wedding, and thought that both of them would be surprised when they saw the ball room. Caspian had walked past a window and saw Aslan speaking with Lucy and Edmund the day before the wedding, and later heard the two siblings speaking of Susan and Peter and how Aslan had visited them and calmed their worries and told them of the events taking place in the castle. Lucy's mood seemed to lighten as she realized that her siblings were alright without her, and he would chuckle when he'd see her speaking merrily with a random Narnian or running about the garden or beach. The night before the wedding, Caspian found his fiance in the garden, sitting by the small pond with her legs tucked behind her, dressed for bed. She scooped up handfulls of water before letting them fall between her fingertips back into the pond, every once in a while gazing at the sky. He walked slowly up behind her, not wanting to frighten her.

"Caspian," she acknowledged in a faint whisper, knowing he was there without turning to look at him.

"How did you know it was me?" He asked, sitting down beside her and observing her face. She shrugged.

"I just did," she answered simply. He nodded, shaking his head in amazement, and continued to watch her. The light wind blew her hair gently, bouncing curls flying in the wind slowly, and the moonlight casted a pale glow on her face to make her look like an angel. He seemed content gazing at her, but jumped in surprise when her head popped up and she gave a giggle and moved into his lap. He chuckled as she kissed his cheek several times. "Excited?" He asked.

"Yes! We're getting married tommorow!" She rested her forehead against his and kissed the bridge of his nose, shrieking when he tickled her sides. Her bell-like laughter died down, and he sighed as he held her in place, foreheads still touching.

"I love you," he breathed.

"I love you too."

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LUCY'S POV

Lucy had woken that morning from a serious lack of sleep due to overwhelming excitement. As soon as it was light enough outside for others to be awake, the girl jumped out of bed and got cleaned up quickly before dashing out of her bed chamber to Edmund's room. She didn't knock, but barged in, catching him by surprise as he was pulling on his shirt. He chuckled at her expression.

"You're lucky I was done changing," he said cooly, crossing his arms across his chest. "What's up?" Lucy giggled and darted across the room to throw her arms around her brother, who caught her with a roar of laughter.

"I'm getting married today!" She squealed, her hug nearly knocking him off his feet. He squeezed her tightly, kissing the top of her head and rocking her slightly.

"Yeah..." He sounded sort of pained, and Lucy pulled away to give him a questioning look. He put on a smile and put a hand to her cheek. "I'm very happy for you. If anything goes wrong, tell me. I'll have my plans of attack ready to execute," he teased, but Lucy knew he was serious in a way. She rolled her eyes and nudged him playfully.

"Everything will be perfect," she assured him, pulling away and looking around the room for something that would interest her. "What am I supposed to do now?" She asked as she turned to him. He chuckled.

"Well you need to get ready," he told her. She nodded worriedly, nerves starting to rest upon her stomach, before wrapping her arms around him again.

"Promise you'll let go?" She asked. He sighed.

"Of course."

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CASPIAN'S POV

Caspian had a mix of emotions as he stood at the altar, waiting with bated breath until the moment that he would see his bride walk through the grand golden doors. He wrung his hands nervously, not knowing exactly why he was nervous. He knew Lucy loved him, and that he loved her, and that they would be married and would be happy. He supposed he was just eager to make everything perfect for her, not wanting to mess up. He felt a nudge to his hand from behind and saw Aslan grinning at him reassuringly. The lion's assurance calmed him slightly, and he thought back to the first moment he had ever seen Lucy.

Caspian watched as the mysterious boy creeped quietly up behind the minotaur, sword in hand and ready to attack. Caspian started stepping as softly as he could on the forest ground, trying to sneak up on the boy so that he would have the upper hand. He had just gotten the trust of the Narnians, and he would not have it ruined by allowing some random teenage boy to come along and kill one of them. The boy raised his sword and Caspian jetted forward with a sort of war-cry, blocking the boy's blow to the back of the minotaur's head, who jumped in surprise before roaring in anger. To Caspian's surprise, the boy was much stronger than he had expected, and Caspian had to duck as he made a blow to his head, the sword getting wedged into a tree that had been just behind his head instead. Caspian growled and kicked the boy in the stomach, making him topple to the ground before turning to retrieve the sword so that he may finish what he had started. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the boy raising a large rock as if he was about to hit him in the head..

"No! Stop!" A soprano-like voice pierced the air in a cry of worry, and Caspian turned in the direction of it to see a small girl picking herself up out of some nearby bushes. She was short and slender, with a childish round face and pale skin. Reddish-brown hair fell to her shoulders and she had large hazel eyes and freckles. Her face was that of anguish. Has this mysterious boy hurt this little girl? Caspian thought angrily, shooting the boy a glare and advancing on him again. The girl seemed to read his mind. "Don't! He's my brother!" He halted, nodding to her without looking at her before he saw her run between them to embrace the boy he had just been fighting.

"Peter!" A shrill voice shouted, soon accompanied by it's owner as a teenage girl rushed into the clearing accompanied by another boy. Caspian stared at her, she truly was a beauty. He blinked a few times, this is not important right now. He turned back to see that the girl had pulled away from "Peter" and was now eyeing him curiously. Caspian felt nervous under her stare and looked down at the sword he was holding, reading the engraving on the blade, his eyes widening.

"High King Peter?" He queried, Peter nodded.

"I believe you called."

"Yes. But, I thought you would be older," he stated, casting a glance to the wide eyed girl who still stared back at him, noticing how she looked like something right out of a fairy tale. She was quite an enchanting little one. He then looked to the pretty older girl and the boy who was with her.

"If you would like," the little girl started, and he turned his attention back to her, seeing a sly grin on her small face. "We could come back in a few years." No, don't go.

"What's your name?" He asked, taking a step towards her. The girl blushed and he chuckled. Peter, however, interrupted with a raised hand.

"We'll tell you while we walk," he instructed, patting his little sister's shoulder before turning his back on her and gesturing to the Narnians to follow him. The beautiful older girl walked around him with a flirty smile with the boy he assumed to be her other brother close behind. He shifted nervously, but then saw that the small girl still remained standing in front of him.

"Lucy," she said with a sweet smile and musical voice. He broke out into a grin, it was a pretty name. He knelt down in front of her.

"I'm Caspian. Thank you for stopping us before, I think your brother was about to beat the life out of me with a heavy rock," he said teasingly, smiling proudly as she giggled. He stood back up, sweeping a hand to gesture for her to go ahead, and he walked by her side until they reached their destination.

He laughed inwardly in remembrance of that moment, shaking his head. Looking around the room, Caspian only hoped that he had done well and that Lucy would like everything. He had all of her favorite food and music, as well as royal purple curtains and lilies strung around the room. Aslan stood proudly at the altar next to him, awaiting Lucy's arrival. A throat cleared and Caspian's head shot in the direction of the noise, seeing the announcer clasping his hands in front of him and raising his head proudly as he prepared to speak. The chatter died down.

"May I present her majesty, Queen Lucy the Valiant, High Queen of Old of Narnia!" He swept his hand towards the doors and stepped back, allowing Caspian to see Lucy and Edmund walking through the door with linked arms. His breath caught in his throat. Lucy wore a pure white gown that was completely overlain with lace and a long train. It was long sleeved, but the sleeves didn't start until halfway down her upper arm, and all of her neck and shoulders were exposed showing creamy skin. Her hair was curled in ringlets and glossy, hanging around her and bouncing slightly as she walked. The white dress on her pale skin made her glow brighter than any star. But her face was what tugged his heart the most. Her eyes lit up excitedly and lovingly as they met his, the biggest smile he had ever seen forming on her face. She looked around, mouth hanging open slightly as she observed the room, before looking back to him quickly and he could see her chest rise and fall as she took in a deep breath. Her eyes falling on Aslan, Lucy gasped and tried to rush forward, but was held back by a laughing Edmund, who shook his head and kissed her cheek as they maintained their slow steady pace. Caspian heard Aslan chuckle beside of him, but his eyes remained glued to Lucy, as if trying to speed her up with his mind. Finally, the siblings reached the end of the aisle, and Aslan cleared his throat, looking pointedly at Edmund, who nodded reluctantly, turning to face his littlest sister.

"I love you," he muttered, squeezing her hand and kissing her forehead. Lucy threw her arms around her brother's neck and hugged him fiercely, causing a few guests to chuckle in amusement. Caspian was among them, expecting nothing less from her. Edmund hugged her back, kissing her head one last time before releasing her, going to sit down. Caspian watched Lucy take in a deep breath before turning to look at him, blushing under his intense stare.

"Narnians," Aslan started as Lucy moved to take her spot across from Caspian. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of two wonderful royals. King Caspian X, and Queen Lucy the Valiant." The crowd clapped enthusiastically. "The love that I see here is great and everlasting, and Narnia will be in what I expect to be the best of care. If the two of you would join hands please," he instructed. Caspian took Lucy's hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. "The rings, please," Aslan called. Caspian smiled as Lucy looked around and saw the small boy who carried their wedding rings to them on a pillow.

"Adam!" She greeted, and the boy blushed deeply at her before handing her Caspian's ring and then giving Lucy's to Caspian. He bowed before rushing off to sit down with his mother. Aslan turned back to the royals.

"We shall continue. Caspian, do you take Lucy to be your wife, to love and care for until your death, and to have as a partner in ruling our kingdom?" Caspian watched Lucy's face turn to nerves and squeezed her hands again.

"Yes," he stuttered. Aslan chuckled. Caspian shook his head as he heard Lucy giggle. "I mean, I do." Lucy took his ring and slid it on his finger, her hands shaking slightly.

"Lucy, do you take Caspian to be your husband, to love and care for until your death, and to have as a partner in ruling our kingdom?"

"I do," Lucy said, her eyes locked with Caspian's. He smiled lovingly at her before sliding her ring onto her finger, bringing her hand to his lips for a moment. Aslan made an irritated noise in the back of his throat, causing Caspian's head to snap to him.

"Did I say kiss the bride?" Caspian's eyes widened and he shook his head, stuttering on his words.

"It was only her hand, sir," he explained nervously, Lucy giggling beside him. Aslan chuckled, and Caspian knew he was only messing with him.

"Now, you may kiss the bride," he said, a hint of amusement still in his voice. Caspian nodded before turning to Lucy, pulling her to him by the hands before he wrapped one arm around her waist and put the other hand to her cheek. He kissed her slowly and gently, smiling into the kiss as the Narnians erupted with applause and cheers. When he pulled away, Lucy was beaming up at him, and he couldn't help but kiss her once more.

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Caspian held Lucy tightly to his body as he pressed heated kisses to her neck and shoulder, his body pulsing with desire. He wanted her so badly, but wanted to go slow so that he could properly memorize every inch of smooth, soft skin on his wife's body. Lucy's hands trailed over his chest, tugging at the vest he wore, trying to get him to take it off. She whimpered slightly when he made no effort to do so.

"Calm down, love. We have plenty of time," he whispered into her ear, before moving his lips over the skin just behind it, feeling her shudder in his arms. He took her hands, guiding them to wrap around his neck, then letting his own hands slide down her sides to rest on her hips, pulling her forward to press her into his body, letting her feel his arousal. He dropped his head down to take her lips in a slow, steady kiss, moving his lips over hers rythmically and groaning slightly when her tongue shyly licked his bottom lip to ask for entrance. He granted it, marveling at the sensation of her tongue exploring his mouth, grinding her hips into his. He broke away from the kiss, panting and smiling slightly as she made a whimper of protest.

"Turn around," he ordered gently, pushing on her hips lightly to reposition her. She obeyed him, putting her back to him and shifting nervously when he pulled all of her hair over one shoulder, kissing the top of her spine. Caspian found the zipper to the back of her dress, pulling it down slowly and kissing the skin as it was exposed to him. He took in a breath of air when he found that she didn't have to wear a bra with her dress, and he could feel her body tense up. He stopped momentarily to wrap his arms around her from behind, speaking into her ear. "It's alright Lucy-love," he said softly, seeing her nod, before he kissed her hair, releasing her to go back to what he was doing. He finished unzipping the dress, pulling it down off of her shoulders and letting it fall to a pool of fabric at her feet. He sighed as he took in the curves and pale skin that he had never seen on her before, long shapely legs, and a perfectly rounded bottom. He smirked as he saw she wore lace panties. He pressed his chest up to her back, resting his hands on her upper arms as he moved his lips to her ear once more. "I'm sensing a theme here," he said with a chuckle, warmth spreading through his chest when she giggled, signaling to him that she was okay. She lifted her feet out of the dress, kicking it aside, before taking a deep breath and turning back around to face him. He groaned. She was perfect. He took a moment to let his eyes scan over her body, her slim waist, perfectly sized breasts, curvy hips and long legs, all covered in flawless, moonlighten, soft, and milky skin. Lucy crossed her arms over her chest, clearly uncomfortable. He reached forward, gently pulling them away so that she was not hidden from him, and kissed her lips tenderly. "You're so beautiful," he whispered into the kiss. He felt her relax, putting her hands on his chest once more and fumbling with the buttons on his vest. He allowed her to do it on her own, letting his hands roam over her body as he kissed her neck, one resting on the small of her back while the other moved to her breast. Lucy whimpered as he squeezed experimentally, loving the feeling of the soft skin surrounding a hardened nipple. Before he knew it, Lucy was sliding his vest off of his shoulders, and untucking his shirt from his pants. He lifted his arms, allowing her to take it off for him, immediatley pulling her forward so that her breasts were pressed up against his chest as he kissed her passionately. She gasped when he picked her up and carried her over to his bed, laying her down gently, moving so that he hovered over her on the bed. He brought a hand to her cheek, smiling as she leaned into it.

"I love you," he said softly, running his thumb over her cheek. Lucy smiled, picking herself up to press her lips to his in a lingering kiss.

"I love you too," she whispered against his lips after pulling away, putting a hand on his back and pushing him forward slightly so that he was closer to her. She wriggled around a little, blushing as he smiled down at her. She looked at him nervously, opening her mouth as if she were about to speak but snapping it shut quickly.

"What?" He asked curiously. Her eyes searched his before she lifted herself up once more, rubbing a hand over his chest and kissing his neck. She brought her lips to his ear, her breath causing chills to go down his spine.

"Put your hands on me, Caspian," she whispered seductively, and Caspian groaned before pushing her down into the sheets, attacking her lips with his. She gasped at his sudden rush of energy as his hands moved over her, not sure where to go and where to stop. He wanted to touch every inch of her, memorize her, but his need for her was gathering intensity. He tore his lips away from hers, pressing kisses down her cheek, neck, collar bone, and then finally finding her right breast. Lucy whimpered as he took the mound in his mouth, sucking lightly and closing his eyes at the taste, his other hand going to her other breast, his thumb moving over her nipple. Lucy's breathing quickened, and she put a hand to the back of his head, her fingers getting lost in his hair. Caspian's free hand traveled down to move over her hip, then to her inner thigh. Lucy whispered his name, tugging at his hair gently so that he would kiss her lips once more, her hands going to his belt, letting out an irritated noise after she struggled with undoing it.

"These," she grabbed a bit of the fabric of his pants and shook it. "Off," she muttered urgently. He shook his head, kissing her again heatedly.

"Not yet," he whispered. She whimpered in protest.

"I want to touch you," she complained, and he growled before shoving his lips against hers forcefully. He swallowed a gulp of air before shaking his head again.

"It's all about you this time, okay?" He pleaded, resting his forehead against hers and searching her eyes for approval. Her chest heaved with her breathing before she gave in, nodding slowly, and he put his lips to her neck as he started pulling down her panties, sliding them down her smooth legs and tossing them aside. Starting at her ankle, Caspian let his hand roam up to her inner thigh, pushing lightly so that she would spread her legs for him. His eyes snapped to hers for a second, as if asking for permission, and she nodded jerkily. He started kissing her neck once more, taking skin between his teeth and sucking as his hand traveled to her center, his heart beat quickening as he noticed how wet she was. He let his finger glide over the silky flesh, pushing and rubbing at her nub momentarily, hearing her moan his name before it pushed inside of her slowly. He closed his eyes at her tightness, pulling his finger back out slowly before shoving it back in faster.

"Caspian," Lucy half gasped, half moaned as her head fell back slightly. He watched her face as he switched to two fingers, his breathing quickening as hers came in small gasps and whimpers. She arched her back very slightly, her breasts pushed out and he moaned at the sight, speeding up the thrust of his fingers as he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking a little harder than he had before. "Mmmm," she moaned, her mouth parting a bit and her eyes closing. Caspian smirked as he got an idea, continuing to suck at her breast and thrust his fingers inside of her, but also rubbing his thumb over her sensitive nub at the same time very quickly. "Ohh!" Lucy moaned louder, her hand going to his back and the other to his hair to hold his head to her breast. She rocked her hips up to meet his fingers, and he couldn't help tearing his lips from her breast to watch her.

"Lucy," he groaned, feeling himself becoming painfully hard. She took a few breaths before her eyes snapped open to meet his. "Are you ready?" He asked hopefully. Her eyes widened before she bit her lip, nodding nervously. He swallowed a gasp of air before he pulled his fingers from her, moving so that he hovered over her again, using one hand to support himself and the other to undo his belt. Lucy's eyes held his, her chest rising and falling as she watched him. He removed his pants and boxers, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. He watched Lucy's eyes move over his body, widening as she saw his size and he saw a flash of fear go through them. He put a hand to her cheek. "Everything's okay, Lucy. It's just me," he whispered, stroking his thumb over her freckled cheek. She nodded jerkily but the look remained. "Do you want to do this another night?" She shook her head frantically.

"No, no please. I want to," she assured him, kissing his lips lovingly. He nodded, putting a hand to her thigh, parting her legs wider and positioning himself between them. He rested his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes.

"It's going to hurt," he admitted worriedly, knowing that part was inevitable. Lucy rested her hand on his cheek, not saying anything but nodding as if telling him she was ready. He took a deep breath before lining himself up with her, slowly pushing himself inside of her tight, wet heat, stopping himself at her barrier. He watched her close her eyes tightly before she put her hand on his back, pushing him forward as if telling him to continue. He pushed through, hearing her gasp in pain and watching her bit her lip to try and stop herself from crying out. He started showering her face with kisses, whispering words of love. "Shhh, baby. I love you," he mumbled to her ear, kissing it. He brushed some hair from her face as well as a stray tear. "Lucy?" He started worriedly, for she had stopped making noise and her body seemed less tense.

"You can move," she whispered, her hazel eyes opening to meet his. He hesitated for a moment, and Lucy rose her hips to meet his, making him gasp in pleasure, and she did as well. Realizing that she was no longer hurting, Caspian slowly pulled himself out so only his head was inside of her, before thrusting it back in in one swift motion.

"Lucy," he groaned, her tight walls silky around him. Lucy started kissing and biting at his neck, panting as he continued. He went slowly at first, hearing Lucy's sighs each time they met.

"Please Caspian, faster," she whimpered needily, thrusting her hips up quickly. He groaned loudly before obeying, reaching a hand under to grab her bottom so that he could repeatedly push her up to him as fast as he could. "Oh! Caspian," she moaned, her fingers digging into the skin on his back. He grunted into her shoulder as he pumped in and out of her heat, kissing the skin he found there whenever he could find a moment, Lucy still sucking on the skin of his neck. Starting to feel close to his finish, he took a free hand and put his thumb back to her nub, rubbing it vigorously as he made love to her, noticing how her moans turned to cries.

"Ah!" She cried out, her lips momentarily leaving his neck. "Please," she whimpered. He went faster, moaning her name repeatedly as he filled her up.

"Please cum for me Lucy," he begged, wanting to hear her scream his name. She cried out, arching her back and rising to meet him one last time.

"CASPIAN!" She cried out, moans escaping her throat and her eyes flying open. He watched her for a moment, before her felt himself go inside of her.

"OH LUCY!"

"Ahhh! Ohh!" Her voice lost strength, her chest heaving as she came down from her high, her back falling back down to the sheets. He panted heavily as he kissed a trail up between her cleavage to her neck then her lips, kissing her over and over.

"I love you so much," he muttered between kisses. Lucy's arms wrapped around his neck as she said it back in a whisper. He pulled out of her, moving so that he lay beside her and gathering her to his chest, showering her face with kisses and making her giggle. He grabbed the comforter and pulled it up over them, his hand tracing lazy patterns over her back.

"I'd always hoped that I would marry you," she started, his gaze going to her face. "Since the first time I met you. I wanted you to be my husband." He smiled warmly.

"And I loved you before I even knew it." He told her, his arms holding her securely as he rubbed her back, sighing in contentment with his beautiful wife in his arms.

THE END.

Ahhhhhh! DONE! I told you this chapter would be long...the longest one yet(: I really hoped this ending was okay because I've obviously never written a sex scene before. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST! I cannot wait to start my next story...and the first chapter should be up like tommorow or the day after...since I write fast at the beginning of a new story..so look out for it! Thanks for reading!