Fairytale?

Chapter 10- Strange Shadow Of

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
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(warning: sexual content)
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Sanya didn't think she'd ever been so unsure or nervous about a gift for Edmund before.

Well- perhaps once before. For Ed's nineteenth birthday- when her gift to him had been herself. And sex.
But that was more because she'd been afraid that he would reject it- reject her. Now, the fear was that he wouldn't like it.
That he'd think that the gift was a hint to that she did not enjoy their togetherness in the present, but that she missed the togetherness they'd had in Narnia.

The weird thing was that she knew her worrying was stupid. Edmund would love the gift, even though it wasn't the hat she'd told him she would get. He'd probably even be overjoyed at it.
But she couldn't help her anxiety. She never was able to. Not in her world, and not even in this one.

It increased so much that she felt nauseated as she walked from school to their spot in the forest, and halfway to there, she was sure she would end up throwing up. Not even staring at the pale-blue sky helped- and she started coughing violently after reaching the spot- a sure indicator that retching and vomiting would follow.

But, the moment Edmund arrived and took her hand- and he pushed her against a tree, his lips already on hers and his hand under her shirt- she began to fumble at his belt, sliding her tongue into his mouth; and she forgot her anxiety, caring about nothing except him, him, him.

"Happy Birthday." Sanya whispered in his ear, tangling her fingers in his hair, as he rocked against her, pushing himself deeper inside her. "Off to a-a-" she couldn't hold back a sudden moan, as he kissed her throat- she trembled in anticipation of their ecstasy that was soon to come, "a good start?"

"Very-" He kneaded her breast, fisting his other hand in her stockings, "very-" she tightened her legs around him, and Edmund bit back a groan, "sweet si-sixteen, so far."

"Gl-glad to hear." She gasped in answer, feeling him throb in her- despite the plastic wrapping- and she pulled him in for another kiss, their lips meeting as he came.

"You were very libidinous today." Sanya remarked soon after, still leaning against the tree and fixing her skirt. "You didn't even say hello before."

"Sorry. But I was missing you far too much." Edmund grinned, as he tied his belt. "Anyway- hi, honey. How was your day?"

"Better now that you're here, darling." She grinned back, walking to him. "I'm glad you missed me. This was a very satisfying surprise."

"Like it when I'm impulsive, do you?" He wrapped his arms around her, his tone teasing. "I'll be sure to surprise you more often, then."

"I'm taking that as a promise." She said, scrunching her nose- and, as always, he leaned in to kiss it. "Speaking of surprises-"

"Going to suck me off?"

Sanya laughed, mostly because of how eager he sounded.
"Down, boy. That's for later." She added with a wink, and he kissed her again, a quick peck on her lips. "Let go of me, will you-"

"Not again. Never again." Edmund answered firmly, holding her tighter. He meant it- by Aslan, he never wanted to let her go again. He didn't care what he kept thinking, whenever he couldn't sleep- that he should distance from her, that they should not be so wrapped together, that her life should not be all about him- he would not go away from her. "You do know this is my favourite position in the world."