Cunabula

Latin

Homeland

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untameable child

with the look of a roaring bull

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(Mature sex scene- Edmanya- from about the middle of the chapter, so skip if uncomfortable!)

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"I'm going."

"Absolutely not. That's hilarious, though." Edmund gave a humourless laugh, shaking his head at his wife. Hell, why did- why did every bad thing have to happen at the same time?

"I have to go." Sanya continued stubbornly. "I'm one of the best swordspersons you have-"

"Yes, probably the best, but you're out of practice."

"That's the flimsiest fucking excuse ever." She said flatly, before looking to Peter. "I'm going with you to fight the Giants."

"And I agree with you. You'll be a formidable force and a strong ally. I'm sorry, Ed-" He looked at his brother, apologetic, "but it's her decision."

Edmund took a moment so that he did not snap, before saying, "What about our children?"

"You'll look after them! I know they'll be perfectly fine with you, husband."

"You haven't told her?" Lucy asked suddenly, looking up from the plans of fortifying Cair.

"I was looking for her to do so, when Peter called this meeting."

"Tell me what?" The True asked, looking between them. What now?

"Susan sent a Raven." The words hung in the air for a moment, Peter's hands balling into fists and Sanya's jaw clenching so hard she might chip a tooth. "She says that she believes that Rabadash intends to keep her there until she accepts his marriage proposal. She says that she had suspected for a while- it has been two months- but it was clear for her when Prince Corin arrived there, apparently a guest as well. Rabadash probably meant for her to see Corin as a comfort and a gift, but she knows that he was just a means for her to stay there longer- if not for him or for fear, but for wanting to keep him safe."

"And she wants you to go be with her." Peter said, knowing exactly what his sister's plan would be. "Because two is greater than one, because you'd be able to protect her, because you'd be able to devise a strategy to get the hell out of there without being caught."

"And because Rabadash is scared of him." Lucy shrugged. "Edmund did beat him up quite well."

"I have to go there. I can't let Su stay alone with that monster." Edmund spoke to Peter, but his eyes were on Sanya.
His stomach twisted at the thought of leaving their children and home, at not accompanying his wife to her first true battle- but- but this was Susan, his sister. He had to help her, aid her, protect her.

"I agree." She said after a moment, finally unclenching her jaw. She knew there were others in the room, but her entire focus was on Edmund- which was rather shocking, considering how difficult focus was for her. "Be with her, keep her- and Corin- safe, and bring her back. That's your priority. As mine is the Giant War."

"Why is it your priority-"

"Because Rihaaya is meant to send her armies over, as soon as news of any war with Narnia arises. My people will be fighting for your land. My country is not of war, and most of my people have never even seen any magical creature, and now they'll be fighting them." Her voice was hoarse- and, though it was flat, there was a palpable tinge of emotion in it. It had been the only thing running through her mind ever since she had heard the news. "I'm their Queen."

We get protection and they get food grains- we get land and they get our soldiers in the event of any war that involves them.

Her father had told her that when she'd been told of their marriage alliance.

"It's my duty to protect them, and to fight alongside them."

Edmund looked at her, and looked down, running his hands through his hair.
"Alright. I'm sorry. I understand that you must go- but I can't help worry-"

"I feel worried, too." Sanya bit her lip. "But we have to do this, my love, you know that."

He nodded, silent, and their hands found each other.

"I'll be stationed at Cair with part of the army, in case the Giants reach here. Or, if Rabadash unleashes an assault on us." Lucy spoke bracingly. "I promise you, nothing will harm Jem or Selene."

"Aura will be in the castle. The nursemaids and governesses will be there. The children will be well looked after." Peter added reassuringly. "They'll be safer than any of us."

"I will give down my life in an instant if it means keeping them safe. The Giant War may be my priority- but they're our children." Sanya said, steel in her very tone. "Nothing comes before them."

"Likewise." Edmund said, pressing his lips into a thin line. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving them for Aslan knows how long, all alone...

"So it's decided then? Edmund joins Susan in Calormen and tries to bring her back- take a battalion of human soldiers, just in case- Lucy stays here to defend and fortify Cair with part of the army while Sanya and I ride north with the rest of the army to face the Giants." Peter listed, looking down at the papers. He was glad he could make up plans quick, and jot them down even quicker.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes. Now I'm off." Sanya said, surprising the siblings.

"Off where?" Edmund asked. Jem had gone for a stroll in the Meadow with a young Mouse he had befriended, and Selene was having her long afternoon nap. The Library, perhaps?

"I'm out of practice, you say? I figure I ought to remedy that." She shrugged, squeezing his hand before getting up from her chair.

"Good idea." Peter rose, too. "I better get in some sparring done too, we'll leave at the soonest possible time-"

Not morning, Sanya hoped.

"Me too. And I ought to speak with the regiments staying for Cair's defence." Lucy was sure she wouldn't be taken very seriously, but she had to. She would make them take her seriously.

"And I'll...arrange for transportation." Edmund ended, slightly embarrassed.

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Early next morning.

The army was supposed to leave the next morning to March to the Giants, and Sanya already felt sick about the early morning wake-up, and it wasn't even nightfall yet.

And she was tired- oh, she was so tired after the hours and hours of sparring she had done- with Peter, with Lucy, with a few other soldiers, including a half-fae soldier who was exceptionally quick and light on her feet, and she was absolutely exhausted.

She needed a hot bath, and a long hot bath. After that, she would go to her children, and talk to them, and possibly have a breakdown afterwards, because Heavens, she would miss them so much. She hadn't been separated from Jem and Selene for longer than a few hours or a day, and now who knew how long she would be away. It hurt already, and she had yet to leave or tell them goodbye.

And she wasn't even thinking of the fact that she might not come back.

She really needed a long bath.

And she was extremely grateful that her bathing chambers was simply enormous, it was about half the size of those swimming pools she saw in the houses of the human nobles in both the towns of Cair as well as Azraq.

If she didn't have the beach right outside here, she had no doubt that she would have spent most of her time in the bath.

Or the Library, because- well, it was the Library and there were books there! She loved books!

Shaking her head to rid herself of nonsensical thoughts (it was the eve of war and she was thinking about books and swimming, how typical), she shut the door behind her as she entered the bathroom (it was attached to Edmund and she's bedchambers) and inhaled deeply.

She would be fighting in a war. She hadn't even participated in any battles, not really, and now a full-in war. Fuck, but it was her duty and she was a good swordsperson, and she would go, there was no way she wouldn't. Her own people would be laying down their lives for Narnia, because their High Queen had married a Narnian King- a King whom she was sure was angry with and anxious for her- and she refused to cower at home safe.

She was going to fight.

But, for now, she was going to bathe.

Turning on the tap, she waited till the water had filled at least half, before pulling off her sweat-soaked kurta, her breeches and her underwear, setting them untidily on the floor, before slipping into the bath- the water came till her navel! She could swim in here, if she so wanted.

Oh, hot water did wonders for aching joints and muscles, as well as for a troubled mind.

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The Splendour Hyaline would be ready to sail by the day after tomorrow, as its Captain Trithan had assured him, and the men who were to accompany him had been informed, and now all Edmund had to do was pack, and talk to his children. He'd spent a few days away from them, when he'd gone on patrols or diplomatic missions to other lands, but this was different. This was inherently a rescue mission, he was going into enemy territory, and Susan's life and liberty hung in the balance. And he might never see them again.

But he had little regard for his own life, so he put the thought away.

He had to pack. Agh, he hated packing. He would just stuff whatever clothes came into his grip first into his trunk, and he'd be done with it.

But he'd go for a quick bathe, before, he'd been running around the entire castle and then down to the towns the whole day, and he should clean himself up.

Unbuttoning his tunic and throwing it into the laundry hamper, he grabbed a towel from a shelf, before he moved towards the bathing chambers. He often wished the space was smaller, more private, but he made do with it- besides, he knew Sanya adored the huge bathing pool, and he adored her, so that was that.

Still, it didn't stop him wishing sometimes, such as now.

"Edmund?"

Edmund looked, and almost fell headlong into the pool. Aslan, he should keep his eye on his path, and not on his gorgeous wife. Who also happened to be very naked.
And wet.

"Sanya, hello." He said, regaining his balance and stopping where he stood. They hadn't- they had never- not- not bathed together. Times spent in the bathroom were private, and that was practically an unspoken rule.

Sanya pushed her wet hair away from her face, unable to stop a blush.
Sex in the ocean was one thing (which had only happened once, unfortunately, since Peter had reprimanded her husband for it), and sex in several other non-bedroom locations was another thing- yet walking into one's bath was different.

She just knew that he was still mad at her for her decision to go and fight, so that added tension as well.

And he was shirtless, his freckles and lean muscles on full display. That changed the tension's nature to something more- lustful.

"I guess we both had the same idea, hm?" She asked, rather awkwardly, almost as if they hadn't been married for nearly eight years.

"Well, they do say people rub off on each other after prolonged periods of time spent together."

Did he have to say rub off? WHY did his ability of eloquent speech always abandon him when he talked to his wife? He was meant to be smooth, and a sweet-talker!

"You're angry at me." She said, candidly, finding nothing else to say. Her bright eyes flickered to his bare torso for a moment, before it returned to his face. "I really hate arguing, and I don't want to do it, but you are angry with me."

"People also get to know people too well after prolonged periods of time spent together, apparently." He muttered, before looking at her (face). "I'm trying not to be, if that helps."

"Edmund-"

"I'm just worried, alright, Moonshine? You've never been in a real battle, even though I know you're more than capable of holding your own, and I- I just worry, okay? It's not just the babies who'll lose you-"

"They'll have you, even if something happens to me-"

"I'll lose you, too." He ended, looking into her eyes with an intensity which made her feel he was right in front of her, instead of feet away. It made her heart contract and a swooping sensation occur in the pit of her stomach.

And all because of an intense stare.

"I don't know what to say to that, Ed, but- we're going to lose each other someday, you know that."

"And that someday better not fucking come for decades, or Aslan help me, I'll turn the world over till I got you back."

She looked at him sharply, she'd had no idea he felt so strongly about losing her. The intensity of his gaze was almost scary now, and she could hardly look into them- it was like looking into a great burning blaze of light.

"No matter what happens, Ed, I love you. And if that someday is this month or in seventy years, that's not going to change. I'll be with you till the very end."

"It won't be for ever." Her mother promised. "A few years- perhaps a decade, but not for ever."

She was- she wondered if Edmund even knew that she wasn't meant to be living at Cair with him forever. She would, of course, stay now because she loved him- but she needn't.

She couldn't tell him- she couldn't tell him that she had thoughts of and permission to abandon him. She would never leave him.
She loved him.

"The Sphinx- she said something- that I would love and grieve true- for years, I've been puzzling and thinking that it meant that I would love and grieve genuinely but- the last couple of years I've been worrying that it means- that it means that I'll grieve the True- you."

"And love me, too." She said softly, drawing closer to the edge of the bathing pool. She wasn't bothered about it- everyone had to die someday. "Why don't we focus on the loving part today, instead of worrying about the rest?"

"Worrying never affects the outcome- a fact which never really stops you from worrying but still." He quoted with a half-smile, remembering.

Sanya smiled, resting her elbows on the edge of the pool and cupping her face with her hands, and she looked up at him. "See? Even seventeen-year-old me was very wise."

"Why does that feel like years ago?" He asked with a small laugh, sitting down, his legs dangling into the water, not even caring that his breeches would get wet.

"Because it was years ago." She laughed back, again struck by the fact that it had been years since they'd first met, they had two children together and they loved each other now. It had all seemed so impossible at first.

"Oh, Time, she confuses everybody." He spoke with a little sigh, before his dark eyes focused on his wife. "But I can't help thinking that it's not been so long, because you still look as breathtakingly gorgeous as you did the first time I ever saw you."

There, now he was being smooth. And truthful.

"And you're just as beautiful, husband, if not even more, as that day we met." She blushed even harder than before, because, underneath everything, she was still like a schoolgirl absolutely smitten for the first time.

Edmund blushed too, before clearing his throat. "Well, I- I'll leave now, I'll have my bath after you're done."

"No." Sanya said, surprising herself. "Stay."

Why couldn't she use more words? Why was she so often so aggravating? He adored it usually, but sometimes, he would have preferred clarity!
"No, Moonshine, I don't want to intrude-"

"Stay." She repeated, looking up at him with beseeching brown eyes, more vulnerable than she ever let herself be. If- if their fears were true, it was possible that this was among the last moments they would spend together, as melodramatic as that sounded. Why did she sound so melodramatic, anyway, she was supposed to keep her emotions very deep inside. "Stay, and love me."

And the moment he entered the bath, it seemed like it was a tiny tub, the kind the populace used for washing clothes.

He kissed her the very moment she was within arm's reach of him, and he didn't kiss her like he usually did, loving and sweet and needy- but this kiss was torrid, and fervent, and wanton. He didn't just need her at that moment, with all his heart, but he wanted her, with his body and soul.

Moving hardly an inch away from her lips, he whispered, unsure of why, "You're my world."

She smiled at that, and the smile soon turned into a smirk, and she put her arms around his neck, "And you have me in your arms. So what will you do with the world?"

"Whatever I want." He whispered, his brown eyes now intense in a wholly different way, and Sanya shivered. "Did I make you tremble, darling?"

"It's the water, it's getting cold-"

Edmund pulled her even closer, so that she was flush against him, and he spoke in a low voice, "Be true, True. It's not the water, it's me."

"I don't tremble before you, my King." She said, lifting her head up slightly, just to give an aura of confidence, when in fact she was working hard not to shake, or gasp, or- Heavens forbid- moan. "Need I remind you, I'm High Queen."

"A High Queen who'll be at my mercy the moment I touch her." He said, quite enjoying this sort of foreplay. And, as if to verify his point, he slid his fingers- which had been curled around her waist- down and between her legs. "It's not just the water which is wet, apparently."

This time, she actually had to swallow hard to avoid a moan, though she knew the game was up, the indicator of her lust quite obvious to him.

"I-is water wet? Or does it just make things wet?"

"Can we have the philosophical discussion at a time when you're not wet and I'm not wanting?"

"Is it philosophical or chemical, though- ohhh." Having not been expecting his fingers to slide inside her at all, this time she was unable to bite back a moan. "Oh- oh-"

Edmund only smiled lazily as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and her grip on him tightened as his fingers started rubbing slow circles on her clit. He knew going slow would drive her crazy- it would drive anyone crazy, he reflected thoughtfully- and that would make her even more eager.

"Faster!" She finally snapped and her eyes glowed blue, the water around them starting to thrum and shake, much like she was doing right then. "Faster, husband, or I swear you're not getting anything in return."

The Just simply looked at her, and took in her ragged breathing, her wide pupils, her flushed skin, parted lips, the rivulets of water sliding down her bare body, and he wondered what else he could possibly ask for.

"I don't think I need anything, actually." He murmured, leaning his head down and pressing a soft kiss to her breast. "But perhaps if you ask nicely..."

"I'll kick you." She said hoarsely, the feeling of being coiled up tighter than a string and unable to find release unbearable.
"Oh, Edmund, please." She said, unable to take it, the pulsation, and she kissed him, needing some sort of satisfaction, somewhere.

Edmund groaned as he felt her and only her, everywhere, and his cock throbbed.

"Don't worry, Moonshine, I'm as much at your mercy as you are at mine." He whispered into the kiss, feeling his own breathing start to labour, and he speeded up the moment of his fingers, and felt her walls clench around them as she desperately tried to both delay and hurry it all at once.

Sanya started breathing heavily, her mouth felt bitter but she knew this uncomfortable but so pleasuring feeling wouldn't last long and she would soon-

"Ah- ah." She moaned, and her husband kissed her harder, as her orgasm reached its peak and she shuddered as she came apart. "Fuck." She muttered, still breathing hard.

"Do you want to?" He asked, biting his lip before he gasped in surprise as he felt her hands wrap around him. "M- Sanya-"

"In a bit." She said in a husky voice, her breathing now more or less normal, and her hand stroked him, gently, caressingly, almost as if she were tending to a sensitive garden of blossoms instead of what she actually was.
"I have other plans right now." She added, seeing his pale cheeks flush as she hastened the speed of her stroking.

"Christ-" Edmund wasn't even thinking, he didn't know what he was saying, his mouth, his tongue, his entire body was on autopilot as her hands went up and down his shaft even faster, he didn't even know how he'd managed to control himself for so long-

"I pity the poor maid who has to drain this water." Sanya said blithely, as he came in the water itself. She'd been about to ask him to fuck her and to come inside her, but he'd clearly been past waiting any longer. She was, quite privately, proud of herself.

Her husband swallowed rather thickly, his cheeks still flushed. He did hate how males had to have such obvious physical representations of their lust, that hadn't changed from when he was a teenager.

"I- I-"

"Take your time." She said comfortingly, wrapping her arms around him again. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I- I wish I could've used my mouth, I know you prefer that-" Edmund was even more satisfied to see her cheeks and chest blush, a most vibrant red, and he was half-tempted to paint her, paint her as she was right now, exposed and bare and glistening and goddess-like, but he wasn't an artist, "but, sadly, such a thing is impossible when we're in a bath, and especially since I don't fancy drowning while going down on my wife."

"It should be a privilege for you to die doing something which pleases the one you love so-so m-much." Her words turned into a stammer at the end as she felt him press at the folds of her entrance. Clearly their watery venture wasn't over yet- and oh, her body was absolutely ready again. She had stamina during the strangest situations- and she hoped the stamina would last throughout the battle.

No. No thinking of war and Giants while Edmund's about to fuck you.

Shut up, thoughts.

"And what, pray tell, would be written on my epitaph?" He asked teasingly, feeling her press herself even closer to him, her breasts against his chest and her hands roaming his sides. Damn, he wasn't even inside her yet and he could already feel his hardness begging for release.

"I died for my Queen."

"That would be a privilege." He mock-pondered, before giving a small surprised gasp as he felt where her fingers were tracing. "What are you-"

"I know I've kissed your freckles more times than there are stars in the sky- but I've never kissed your scar, and I can't right now, but I want to." She said lightly, softly dragging her fingertip over the raised skin on his stomach. He rested his forehead against hers, and she could see the little smile he had. "You deserve all the love, Ed."

"Oh, my dearest darling, believe me when I say that I feel quite loved right now." And in an instant, he'd picked her up, though it was a little difficult. Sanya wasn't the lightest human- but thankfully, while he was lean and slender, years of sparring and training had strengthened him.

"What are you doing?!" She felt like her voice sounded like a squeal and she didn't like it. "You'll drop me!"

"You'll fall into the water if I do, you'll be fine." He said dismissively, though he could feel her getting heavier by the second. "Wrap your legs around my waist."

"What is wrong with you-"
Despite her words, his rather authoritative tone was clearly affecting her body- she could practically smell how wet she was.
One would think, after already having an orgasm, her libido would want a break. Clearly not.
So she wrapped her legs around his waist, slightly clumsily but at least she didn't slip and fall from his grip.

"I don't want to do this with you in a bathing pool." He shrugged. "Bathing pools are for fucking. This is making love."

"Stop being romantic, do you even know how eager I'm right now?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure you can feel how eager I am right now."

"I'm honestly just surprised that you haven't already slid inside me, given how clumsy my movements are." She shrugged as she slid her arms around his neck again to lessen chances of falling over as he carried her up the steps, knowing her face was still red.

She supposed she should be reprimanded for her coarse language- it was hardly the language of a royal- but she hardly cared, and it was just Edmund. She could be herself with him.

"If you don't mind, I'm just going to fuck you against the wall." Edmund said rather casually, as he climbed up the steps (steps in a bath, life was strange when you were a royal) and out of the bath. "I don't think I can wait till the bed."

"Darling, I-" There was a momentary pause in her sentence as her back pressed into the coolness of the wall and she gasped at the temperature.

"Yes, Princess?" He asked, the devilish glint back in his eyes, their bodies again flush against each other. Oh, he enjoyed having her like this.

"Just- oh, Heavens, just fuck me." She closed her eyes, unable to bear the distance any longer. She needed him inside her, and not just all around her. "Fuck me, and we'll make love when our legs are strong enough to walk to the bed."

"Sounds like a plan." He murmured, bending his head down and kissing her, just as he entered her, rather surprised at how slick she was.
He had done that, and he glowed not only with the satisfaction of good sex, but pride too.

Sanya didn't have to tell him to go faster this time, which was probably good because she couldn't even think right then, much less say anything, as he started pumping in and out, and her walls clenched and throbbed around him, both of them not far from the sweetness and euphoria of orgasmic bliss.

"That was splendid." She said, once she'd got her voice back and the state of the floor was as messy as the state of the bathwater.
I don't think there could be a better farewell, she thought and again shushed her brain.

"It was alright." Edmund said, as if the evidence of how it was much, much, much better than alright wasn't around and on them.

His wife scowled at him.

"It was absolutely spectacular." The Just spoke the truth this time, laughing hoarsely, and he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "As it always is with you, my love."

The High Queen blushed, and was about to kiss him properly- before her eyes suddenly widened.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice trembling as her husband bent down.

"Going down on you." He said calmly, looking up at her clearly yearning yet embarrassed face. His eyes shone. "The sounds you make when my head's between your legs are my favourite of all your sounds."

And considering the number and volume of sounds- moans, pants, groans, sighs, screams, and many others- she made following his declaration, she really hoped that he had remembered to lock the door behind him.

Yet not one of these sounds were expressions of how scared they were of the other, or how much they would miss each other and the children while they were away, or how much this felt like a goodbye in their hearts.

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"Any particular reason why we waited three years for this?"

"I knew you'd be insufferable about it, that's why." Peter grumbled, catching his breath as Aura rolled off him and onto her side of the bed.

"Me, insufferable? Says Peter the Prat?" Aura asked teasingly, drawing the covers over herself and her- her boyfriend, as she had been told that was the term which had been used in Spare Oom.

"Since when do you spend time with Edmund?" He asked, clearly stung.

"Susan said that, actually."

"There's a reason Lucy's my favourite." Peter muttered darkly, scooping her closer to him.

"I thought one wasn't supposed to have favourite siblings or children." She said, laying her head on his bare chest and looking up at him.

"We aren't, but I can be unabashedly honest with you, about stuff which would probably make me get exiled."

"I should hope so, you just took my virginity!" She said, her expression turning accusing before she laughed at his horrified face. "Oh, sweetheart, you should see your face. I've been treating soldiers since I was fourteen, before I ever came here, you think I was chaste before I met you?"

"Sweetheart?" He asked, looking down at her. Aura in his arms, skin against skin in the most non-sexually pleasant way possible, her curls tickling his stubbly chin, and she was smiling up at him. What could be a more peaceful time?

"Unless you want me to use Your Majesty again." She said, joking with him in a way she wouldn't have dared to even think of three years ago.

"No, no, sweetheart's wonderful. It sounds- sweet." He couldn't think of any other way to describe it. Aura, she provided him with light and peace and levity- and he was besotted with her. "I'll spend my time at the battlefront thinking of a suitable petname for you."

"What about Sunshine?" She asked innocently.

"Oh yes, Sunshine and Moonshine, the unequivocal proof that both the Narnian Kings are hopelessly and idiotically in love." He said sarcastically, and she giggled, placing her chin over his heart. "I think I can try to find a better something."

"Don't be too distracted out there- I want you to tell me what the petname is, I don't want to hear it from anyone else." It was obvious what her words implied, but she continued nevertheless, "Don't you dare die, Peter Pevensie, or I'll bring you back from the dead using my medical expertise and then I'll kill you in the most painful way I can think of using my medical expertise."

"And here I thought your medical expertise was attractive, not life-threatening."

"No reason why it can't be both." She shrugged honestly enough, before taking a deep breath. She, unlike a lot of people, actually spoke her feelings out loud and she didn't make jokes about them- well, not usually. "I'm terrified, Peter."

"Aura-"

"I've had to treat so many warriors on the brink of death, so many family members I've had to tell that their loved one is gone-" She had always been able to say dead, but she couldn't right then "so many soldiers have passed as I tried to help them live- I've seen so many bodies, sweetheart." Her voice was exceptionally soft. "I do not want one of them to be yours."

"And it won't be." Peter promised, sitting up. "I can't promise that I won't get hurt, since this is a war, and a bloody one at that, but I swear I'll be right back after it's over, perhaps not unscathed but definitely alive."

"Don't swear promises you can't keep."

"I know I can keep them, as long as I have the strength of our love with me."

He- he had always been so fantastically bad in being romantic, but it seemed that everything he said when he was with Aura was absolutely perfect. Was this another effect of being truly in love?

Aura teared up, and she wiped furiously at her eyes as she, too, sat up, the blanket bunched around their waists. At least she wasn't self-conscious.

"Honest, despite my thinking of you to be so very magnificent before we got together, I would never have thought that you'd be so charming." She managed, her voice remarkably steady. "But you better believe that I'll be holding you to that promise."

"It's you who is making me charming and romantic." He averred, kissing the top of her head. "And you better believe that I'll be most disappointed in you if you don't hold me to the promise."

Aura's grey eyes glinted, and she threw her leg around him, and climbed on top of him.
"And how-" her voice purred, "would I make up for your disappointment?"

Peter smirked- this was quite definitely the best way to say goodbye.

Honestly, he had been- how had she said it- not chaste, since his very youth, and he had always enjoyed a variety of partners quite regularly. He wasn't a maniac, of course, he was just very handsome and very beloved by his beautiful populace- and so he indulged in sex fairly often.
But with Aura- he was so content to just look at her as she spoke animatedly about the digestive system, or enzymes, or even when she scolded him for distracting her. They hadn't had sex, though they certainly enjoyed other carnal ways of showing their affection- it wasn't because of not wanting, but his High-Kingship, and her nursehood, left them both far too busy.
But he had never felt a lack of anything. He had everything he could ever want in Aura, and he hoped she felt the same about him.

"Oh, I assure you, I have quite a few ideas." He said, and pulled her down onto him, kissing her.

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I need to stop shipping my own couples so hard oml.

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