GOLDEN SUN - P. PEVENSIE

II. i. IMPETUOUS

ACT II SCENE i: IMPETUOUS
PETER

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It would be a joyous day if this was the sight Peter woke up to every morning.

    Aelia lay beneath his arm, her fiery hair spread out wildly on his pillows. Her hand was tucked into his where it rested over her waist, her legs pressed between his. Peter had thought himself experienced in the ways of women, but something he was not sure of was how to go about this part of it. The women he had been with before were happy to leave his room as soon as they finished. Those women, however, were not nearly as appealing as Aelia Ghrian, and as a result, they had gone on much longer than Peter had anticipated. He hardly wanted Aelia wandering the grounds back to her rooms in the middle of the night. If not for his own selfish reasons, he was certain Anatoly would have his head. So, when they were both much too tired to continue, he had tucked her into his embrace and whispered for her to sleep there that night.

    She began to stir, her body flexing under his as she stretched out. She was sure to be sore today, something Peter felt both guilty for and proud of. He took in a deep breath and rubbed her stomach gently. He had never wanted to be this tender with another woman.

    "Good morning," he murmured, his voice still raspy from sleep. No one but his family and Tumnus had heard him speak this early in the morning. Aelia smiled sleepily as she turned to look at him. She was even more beautiful in the dim morning light that soaked through his windows. Her skin practically glowed as she turned to tuck her face into his neck. "Aelia, I have a meeting to attend, remember?"   

    She looked panicked then, and he felt a pit form in his stomach. Perhaps this had all been a drunken mistake between the two of them? But certainly she felt the same pull he did. This could not all be for nothing. But then her face stilled and she stiffed against him, which was almost more frightening.

    "I thought...my apologies, your highness. I had every intention of returning to my rooms after...well, you know. I did not mean to overstay my welcome or disturb your morning."

"You have done nothing of the sort, Aelia. I do not take long to get ready, and it is still the wee hours of the morning. You may even have enough time to get more rest before your own day starts."

    "That is unlikely, but I appreciate you letting me stay here."

He brushed a hair back from her face gently, watching how she tensed when he did so. She did not seem so tense when he had been inside her the night before. Perhaps she was simply nervous about the repercussions of sleeping with him. The worst would be his sister's wrath - which he had to admit, seemed daunting even to him. But surely she had known there would be someone to answer to if she engaged with him?

    "I best be off, your highness. Esmeray is sure to have wondered where I wandered off to, and that's if Anatoly hasn't already assembled a search party," she joked, giving him a small grin. He afforded her a laugh before peeling himself from her and admiring the way the sun had filtered in through his windows that morning. It never looked so golden this early. It practically made Aelia's skin glow as she stood from his bed and started to gather her clothes from where they had been discarded on the floor. He watched her skin ripple as she bent to reach for things, admired her long legs and graceful arms. He knew she could feel his gaze on her, but he didn't care, continuing to stare unabashedly.

    "I meant what I said last night, Aelia," he called as she wandered toward his door. She turned, curiosity written across her face. "You are beautiful."

    She blushed then, the pink highlighting her marble-like skin. He was sure he had never seen someone so ethereal. Even the most beautiful noble ladies and princesses who had been vying for his hand for years did not compare to Aelia Ghrian.