a/n: argh, i like drunken moments. shut up.

disclaimer: blahblah, j.k. rowling © c.s. lewis ©

He takes another sip from his almost-empty wineglass—he's on his fifth—and smiles dazedly.

"Lucy?" he croaks, reaching out blindly, and feels her creamy skin underneath his fingertips, so delicate and fragile and smooth and—

She giggles giddily. "Yes, Edmund?" She throws her cup somewhere behind her, into the bushes and grabs the wine bottle by its neck. (god, she's intoxicating.)

"I…think we're drunk." He waves his arms around rather unnecessarily, losing his balance and falling, the back of his head landing on her lap. He lets out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. (this is heaven, isn't it?)

She hums a tune under her breath, looking down at Edmund, who's smiling up at her. "I think so too."

He mutters something under his breath, something about it being too hot, and proceeds to strip off his shirt. (no, he's not showing off or anything. really.) She, in her drunken stupor, giggles again.

"You—you have abs!" She traces a finger along his stomach as he feels tingles running through his body, adrenaline and the aftereffects of the wine rushing through him and suddenly, he feels like—like he wants to kiss her, or something.

"Mhm." He pries the bottle from her fingers, rolling it to the side, and takes one of her soft (soft) hands in his. He gazes up at her, watching as her face breaks out into a dazzling smile.

"Kiss me, Lucy," blurts out Edmund (suddenly everything's clear) and she giggles again, covering his mouth with his, hair brushing lightly against his cheeks, smiling against his lips…

(and this is only the beginning.)

a/n: yeahyeah, horrible, but my first LucyEdmund. there's definitely going to be more to come (better ones, too). hope you enjoyed this little drabble!