𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for a while to keep her safe.
However, fate had a di...
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"Love?"
Stunned by Ed's voice, I abruptly awoke to find myself standing before his hammock, my sword inadvertently aimed toward him. His cautious hands steadied the blade at its tip.
A horrified gasp escaped me as I dropped the sword, dissolving into a mist in my distress.
"I'm sorry," I stammered, shaking my head in disbelief. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I repeated, my words choked by sobs as I covered my mouth with trembling hands.
Suddenly, I felt his gentle grip around my wrist, drawing me closer, and enveloping me in an embrace within his hammock.
"No, it's not Edmund, I almost hurt you and I'm sorry," I expressed, the weight of remorse heavy in my voice.
"But you didn't, my love. Please stop saying sorry," he tenderly whispered, his reassurance trying to alleviate the burden of guilt I carried.
Edmund and I were taken slightly aback by Lucy's sudden presence in the room, as she settled at the end of Ed's hammock.
"Oh, Lucy," Ed sighed softly.
Caspian stirred from his slumber, glancing around in mild confusion.
"I can't sleep," Lucy confessed, prompting exchanged glances between Ed and Caspian. I nestled my head against Ed's chest, his arms still comfortably encircling me as I sat with my legs crossed in between.
"Let me guess, bad dreams," Ed remarked, continuing, "So either we're all going mad or something is playing with our minds," he concluded, reclining back into his hammock, gently pulling me along with him.
Lucy lingered in the room for a brief moment before sensing her own peace and quietly departed. Caspian, without uttering a word, settled back into his slumber, seemingly finding solace once more in the embrace of sleep.
Edmund and I found ourselves still entwined in that tender embrace, I nestled snugly between his legs, my head resting against his chest, while my legs were crossed over one another and his legs encircled my back. His arms, ever the guardians, maintained their secure hold around me, orchestrating a delicate sway in perfect synchrony with the gentle rocking of the hammock. This harmonious motion enveloped us in a tranquil cocoon, a sanctuary of intimacy within the comforting rhythm of our shared space.
"Can you stay with me in my room, just for tonight?" I whispered, my voice punctuating the silence that enveloped us.
Without hesitation, Ed responded, "Of course."
Gently untangling ourselves from the hammock, we stealthily exited their room, our footsteps hushed as we made our way toward my room.
Upon reaching my room, I closed the door softly behind us, enveloping the space in a quiet sense of seclusion. We moved together toward my queen-size bed, its inviting comfort beckoning us closer.
However, a fleeting thought prompted me to rise swiftly once more. I hurried to the fireplace, the cool air of the room urging me to kindle a warming blaze. As the flames danced to life, casting a flickering glow across the chamber, I stood before the crackling fire, relishing in its comforting embrace. I allowed the radiant warmth to seep into my being, offering a brief respite to my chilled form.
The soft crackle of the flames provided a soothing soundtrack to the room, the amber glow painting intricate patterns on the walls, casting shadows that danced in harmony with the fire's lively dance.
At that moment, I was caught off guard by Ed's tender gesture as he delicately wrapped his arms around my waist, his head finding a comforting place upon my shoulder.
We lingered in that embrace, the crackling flames casting a warm, flickering glow around us. Ed's gentle sway harmonized with the soft dance of the fire, creating a tranquil rhythm that seemed to envelop us in an intimate waltz. The soothing crackle of the flames served as our quiet soundtrack, lending a serene ambiance to the room as we moved together in a silent, gentle dance.
"I'm truly sorry, Ed. I didn't mean to put you in that situation," I confessed, breaking the tranquil silence.
"Cora, I've told you, it's alright," he sighed softly. "None of that matters now. I'm fine, and you mustn't blame yourself for things beyond your control."
With a sigh, I gently disentangled myself from his embrace, turning to face him. Our sides now aligned with the fireplace, we stood nearby, facing each other within the warm glow of the dancing flames.
"Thank you, Edmund, for understanding me, and for accepting who I am, even if my mother is the one who caused you lasting trauma," I whispered. "Your love means more to me than words can express. I cherish you, and there's no measure for how deeply I love you, Edmund Pevensie."
The boy before me gazed back with adoration, his eyes mirroring an affectionate understanding. Tenderly, he pushed aside a strand of my now white locks, his touch gentle as he cradled my neck before drawing me into a fervent kiss.
As our lips parted, we remained suspended for a moment, our faces mere inches apart, locked in a silent exchange, a knowing gaze that conveyed volumes of emotions understood only between us.
"I love you so much too, Cordelia Winterbourne," he whispered tenderly before drawing me into another kiss, his passion intensifying.
Gradually, I sensed Ed's fingers tracing lightly along the fabric of my nightwear sleeve. Pulling away momentarily, our eyes locked, and I nodded, granting him my full consent before he leaned in once more, initiating another impassioned embrace of our lips.
A gentle touch grazed the strap of my nightwear, drawing it down with an almost imperceptible caress. A hushed breath escaped my lips as his tender lips found their place on the side of my neck, eliciting a delicate shiver that traversed my spine.
In a seamless motion, we moved in unison, a silent dialogue between us guiding our steps. Without breaking the magnetic pull drawing us together, he guided me backward, each movement deliberate yet unhurried. With gentle guidance, I found myself resting upon the plushness of the bed, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast against the warmth of our intertwined bodies.
Above me, Edmund's presence was a comforting weight, his gaze a reflection of shared emotions. The room seemed to fade into the background as we became lost in each other. The soft murmurs of conversation intermingled with tender touches, a language spoken between us that required no words.
Our bodies, unclothed and entwined, mirrored the natural rhythms of the world outside. Like the undulating waves of the sea, we moved in sync, each movement a silent testament to the harmony between us.
The flickering flames of the fireplace cast playful shadows upon the walls, a dance mirroring our own as if the room itself rejoiced in the symphony of our union.
In this sanctuary of shared passion and whispered affections, the night unfolded into an exquisite mosaic woven with tender moments and shared desires, each heartbeat a testament to the depth of our connection.
Time we have seemed suspended in the soft embrace of the night, where every touch, every whispered vow, painted strokes of intimacy on the canvas of our souls.
