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fic: all the wrong reasons
by Nicole (open_atclose)
at December 12th, 2010 (10:59 pm)

current mood: tired

Title: all the wrong reasons
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing/Characters: Lucy/Caspian
Rating: PG
Word Count: 331
Notes: I just watched The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, and shipped these two all the way through. Slightly angsty, obviously AU.
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They both know it's wrong.

He knows, as he cradles her face between his callused palms and presses his lips to hers, that he's doing it because she looks so much like her sister, now that they have been gone three years.

Lucy knows that behind the closed lids of his eyes Caspian can see only Susan, the elder sister, the beautiful sister. She can feel it in the skittering pulse under her fingertips as she presses her hands against his chest, but she doesn't care. She moulds her body to his, reaching onto her toes to wrap her arms around his neck as his hands circle her waist.

Her mouth opens at his insistence and she sighs into him as their tongues meet and move against one another. The feel of him under her palms, the taste, the smell, crowd her senses, and make everything around them disappear. The swaying of the ship under them, the noise of the crew moving about above them; nothing else matters other than Caspian, his lips on hers and his arms around her body.

For a few moments, Lucy makes herself forget that she is not who he wants. For a few precious moments, she is the beautiful sister, the irreplaceable queen. Until the crash of footsteps on the wooden stairs outside the cabin alert the pair to another presence, and she wrenches herself away. Facing the porthole, one shaking hand over her swollen lips, Lucy listens to the murmuring voice of her brother, not turning around until two pairs of footsteps recede up the stairs, and the door closes gently behind them.

She sinks onto the small cot she has been sharing and wraps her arms around herself, trying to commit to memory the feeling of being held in somebody else's arms, the feeling of an insistent mouth upon her own. She tries to forget that she isn't the one, that she will always be the other sister, and not who Caspian wanted.