𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 || Edmund Pevensie

V

"Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always."
- Dante Alighieri

England, 1949

Edmund searched for Olivia.

Funny enough, he couldn't find her anywhere. He asked Lucy and Peter about his wife, but none of them had an answer. When he realised who he had to talk to, Edmund groaned.

The sun was setting in the distance; how many hours had he been there? He hated these kinds of parties with a mortifying anger. At least, with the night coming, Edmund had a great excuse to leave.

Susan was talking to a tall man with swift blonde hair, giggling like a little girl on the swing set. God, watching his sister flirt was the worst thing ever.

He pretended not to see how the boy touched her shoulder, how he smiled deviously. Edmund cleared his throat, earning their attention.

"Sister, have you seen Olivia?" He asked, emphasising the word sister.

Susan's jaw clearly clenched. Edmund internally scoffed. "She left." Was all she answered and turned her back to her brother again.

Eagerly stepping away, Edmund kissed Peter and Lucy goodbye and headed back home. He was absolutely dreading the party; it brought him a marvellous sense of relief the moment he stepped out of the yard. He had left the days of mingling and socialising back in Narnia when he gladly served sometimes as a diplomat. These weren't those days.

The ride back home in the cab gave him the quiet Edmund desperately needed. He grabbed the spare key from under the grey rock on the left and opened the door. The house seemed empty at first, but he soon saw her.

They had been together for twenty years. But still, her beauty always astounded Edmund. The kind of surprise that always left him breathless, eager to touch her and kiss her all over. God, she was incredible.

She smiled. "Couldn't handle it either, huh?" She asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"I'd much rather spend my time here, with you."

Olivia smiled, walking towards her husband and throwing her arms over his shoulders. Their lips closed the distance between them, and he groaned. He loved every inch of her: her hair, her lips, her hips, her everything.

Her touch was enough to send him to another planet, to make Edmund elated and high on a drug, a drug called Olivia. He was addicted to her smell, to her body, to her everything. She was everything.

Without even noticing, Edmund and Olivia went up the stairs. His consciousness only returned when he saw his wife looking up at him, her hands lying on his chest as he desperately tried to grasp control.

His nose brushed hers, the most controlled thing he could've done. "Can I?" He asked, holding back his hands, that wanted to explore her body, to navigate, to make her see stars with so much pleasure. "If I kiss you again, I don't think I'll ever be able to stop." He groaned. His hands tightened around her waist, and he felt shivers from hearing the slight sound coming deep from her throat.

"Then don't stop," She murmured, brushing her lips against his ear.

He attacked her lips again. The sensations Olivia caused on him were out of this world, a magic not even Aslan could understand. The power she held over him; love was something so delirious, so delicious. He loved to be under her control, to obey her orders like a little puppy.

Their lips were like a fire. Dominating, occupying and intense. Olivia could never get too tired of the feeling of Edmund's lips on her neck, butterflies roaming in her stomach when his hand firmed on her waist, and she tugged on his hair.

She attacked his lips again, messy, while her hands explored his black locks. Edmund pushed her against a wall gently, except nothing about his need and hunger was gentle. It was consuming, like he could never keep his hands off her.

Her hand brushed over his stomach gently, shivers running down his spine from the cold contact. He wanted to take off the bloody shirt, throw it on the ground and let her hands touch everything. Raw passion and desire only amplified by the love they felt for one another.

His lips moved to her neck once again, and her head leaned back with a groan, giving him much more space. It was dark, and she was his star—the light at the end of his tunnel, the missing piece of his puzzle.

Olivia was beautiful. Maybe she wasn't perfect because everyone had flaws. But to Edmund, she was a work of art sculpted by Da Vinci or Michelangelo themselves. He wanted to touch every part of her body, to explore her desires and to bring her deepest fantasies to life.

"God, you're gorgeous." He murmured and moved his lips to her skin again. Again, again, and again.

Kisses and more kisses, their lips red from lust. They were back to Cair Paravel, kissing in the moonlight on the room's verandah, hurrying back inside and shutting the door behind them.

Fireworks erupted in her mind, the way his tongue perfectly matched hers, like a dance they could never get tired of. Edmund Pevensie was everything she would always want, even after her death.

The lion necklace was heavy in her pocket, reminding Olivia of her decision, of Narnia. For the last time, Olivia gave in to the passion of a compellent and addicting night.

━ ◦ ❖ ◦━

Olivia wished she would never wake up.

"You are my life. I would be dead if anything happened to you. I would burn this world to ashes if anything ever happened to you. Know that my heart is yours. Destroy it. Throw it away—Stomp on it. I don't care. I'm yours."

Edmund was sound asleep by her side. His words... god, his words. Him. He was everything. The weight of her decision seemed heavier than ever, but she didn't have much of a choice, either.

But, no matter how much she denied it, Olivia was craving Narnia. She really wanted to go back home, to return to the normal it had been during the golden age.

She pressed a gentle kiss to Edmund's neck and quietly slipped away from their bed. She threw the robe over her nightgown and grabbed a candle. The house was asleep; there was no light coming from Lucy's or Peter's room. It was only her and the night.

Olivia went up the stairs to the attic and grabbed the letters she had safely restored. The letters she had written the moment she had left Narnia five years ago, the letters she knew, one day, they would have to read.

She just wasn't ready to say goodbye.

I want to know something: inside the friends of Narnia circle ( Olivia, Edmund, Lucy, Susan, Peter, Eustace, Jill, Polly and Digory ), are there any specific relationships u guys want to see more of? Like Olivia and Eustace, for example? Or Polly and Jill (I wanted to see more of them in the books lol).

Also, I can't stress this enough: you guys are the best!! I just love ur comments so much ❤️