~Tastes Like Him
Title: Tastes Like Him
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Peter / Caspian (implied more than this one dies), non-paid Susan / Caspian ( uu)
Rating: PG
Summary: "Sometimes Caspian would tell him. Would taken by Susan and talk about everything, spitting out everything and leave it there, mouth open. "
Note: We say that is a flashfic, I wanted it to continue but even so I like it. It 'more like an excuse not to go The Merry-go-round, I lacked the inspiration xD
Warnings: Slash (but should be a warning? XD), er ... boh, Susan tries to seduce Caspian. UU failure
Disclaimer: I am not my blah blah blah. Do not write a fanfiction at this time if they were.
Sometimes Caspian would tell him. Susan would like to take part and talk about everything, spitting out everything and leave it there, mouth open.
But the Prince can not do it, whenever you do find the courage. And so she continued to stare with eyes glassy, from afar, as he was afraid of getting too close. Far too many times the Caspian was surprised to look across the room, far too many times their eyes are crossed for a few seconds.
The first time the Queen looked away embarrassed, now his eyes never leave the boy, even a moment. Now he has to look away.
When suddenly a second figure gently rests a hand on the shoulder of Susan and whispers something in his ear, every sense of the Caspian are activated. After less than a second, another pair of blue eyes meet his, a flash of smile that can send shivers throughout her body.
Caspian Susan believes that she is not never noticed. Or would have done something.
Maybe it's cruel, it is said, continue to illuderla that way, feeding the hopes of adolescent love.
But what could I say? A little voice inside him tells him: "Truth."
Bad idea. It would be even worse. With a twinge of concern
remembers the day she kissed him. They were both in the garden, a walk like so many others. She was silent, too for his character, and Caspian asked her what was wrong.
In response, she had placed his hand behind his head and had their lips meet, plan and innocently.
was not able to respond as he wanted at that moment, and she looked at him with an injured eye which had not been able to respond.
There was - and still is - on his thin lips the memory of another kiss, another pair of red lips like wine the same way that the inebriate, who had allowed him to cross Susan's eyes.
He was afraid that she, at that brief meeting, he heard from his lips the strong taste of his brother.
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