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4littlefishies · 4 months ago

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The Eighth of September - Baby I'm Yours

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: smut :3

wc: 10.1k

note: Start with The 36th Floor! This is technically a sequel but I dont see why you couldn't read this one on its own. There's also a link to story on ao3 at the bottom!

White roses, red camellias, red carnations, and pink chrysanthemums; all flowers whose meaning relate to love, new beginnings, and longevity. They all coalesce in one large bouquet sitting off to the side of Suguru’s desk that sits in the middle of his new office - well, new to him at least. Looking down his nose at the screen of his computer, Suguru continues looking over and responding to some emails that he’d missed while he was in a meeting earlier in the day. There wasn’t much time left in the work day, so he was starting to wrap up what he had been working on.

His office was on the 44th floor of Yokohama Landmark Tower on the east side of the building that faced the water. The wall behind him was completely glass, allowing the rising sun to bathe his office in warm morning light as it climbs up into the sky. The sparkling water below was immediately one of Suguru’s favorite things to look at, and not just because it reminded him of his husband's eyes. There are shelves lining one wall, full of binders and files, along with a few decorations and pictures. On the other side of the office sits a dark brown, worn leather couch with a small side table next to it. It was something that the previous VPO had in the office, and didn't want to deal with, so he left it for Suguru.

Above the couch hung up on the wall sits a hyper-realistic, extremely detailed painting that Satoru had commissioned for Suguru’s new office as a surprise. It was a painting depicting two hands reaching out towards each other from either side of the canvas and touching fingertips in the middle - somewhat resembling a small portion of The Creation of Adam by Michaelangelo. Shortly after Satoru had gifted it to Suguru, he realized that the hands in the painting were actually their hands. Suguru tried for weeks to get Satoru to tell him how much he spent, but this time he wouldn’t budge, smiling smugly every time Suguru asked him. Begrudgingly, but also very, very appreciatively, he had it hung up in his office.

“Suguru, if these flowers are for both of us, then why did they send it to your office?” Satoru asks, laying on the couch in Suguru’s office. He has his feet up and his hands locked together behind his head, taking up the entirety of the couch and then some as he looks up at the ceiling. It was Friday, so Satoru had brought lunch for Suguru and decided to stay and just go home with him at the end of the day.

“Probably because they don’t have our home address, darling.” Suguru says sweetly with just a hint of sarcasm, not looking up from his work as he tries to play catch up. The flowers arrived with a note that Suguru had set up to the side of the vase that sat on his desk.

‘Congratulations on your new position, as well as your wedding! We wish you good health and happiness for many years to come. - Nanami, Utahime, and everyone at the Tokyo branch’

Suguru smiles, his eyes quickly flashing to look at the small card that accompanied the flowers. Even though he and Satoru hadn’t worked at that branch in nearly a year, it was nice of them to think to send flowers; probably Utahime’s idea. They were delivered Monday morning after he had come back from his two week break; a break in which he and Satoru were married and went on their honeymoon together. He looks down at the solid black ring that sits on his left hand, reminding him of the past two weeks as he fidgets with it, a soft smile sitting on his face.

“Can you believe we’re actually married?” Satoru asks, holding his own hand up in front of his face, looking at the silver band that circles his ring finger. It was a question that he’d asked at least once - usually more than once - daily since their wedding day, and Suguru agrees every time. Both of them have done a lot of looking at their rings over the short weeks they’d been married, mostly just because they’re unable to believe that it had already happened. It felt like the whole thing went by so fast and was all over just the same. It seemed like they blinked and they were back home and married with their honeymoon behind them.

“It still feels like I’m dreaming, if I’m being honest.” Suguru says, taking his attention away from his computer screen and turning over to look at where Satoru lays on the couch. He thinks back to the day, almost three weeks ago already.

~~~~~~~~~~

Yakushima Island was the place that they had chosen; a small island just south of Kyushu Island that’s covered in lush, vibrant forests and scenic waterfalls. It was Septemeber eighth, an overcast Sunday morning. They had arrived the afternoon before and spent the evening just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company as they prepared for the big day.

Suguru is the first to open his eyes in the morning, the grey light from outside finally starting to make its way in through the cracks in the blinds. With his arm draped over his waist, Satoru is holding him close to his chest like he’s going to disappear if he doesn’t. Suguru takes a deep breath as he stirs, lifting his head to try and gauge what time it is before he reaches for his phone on the nightstand. When he shifts to reach for it, a groggy groan comes from Satoru’s chest as his arm holds onto Suguru tighter.

“Mmmm.” Satoru hums as Suguru retrieves his phone and checks the time. Only 11:30. Good. They had stayed up fairly late the night prior, so they had no problem sleeping in a little bit.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Suguru reassures him, tossing his phone to the side of his pillow and settling his back in the same spot up against Satoru’s chest. His voice is gravely as he speaks his first words of the day. “Don’t worry.” He holds his hand over Satoru’s and laces their fingers together, smiling as he feels Satoru’s hold on him tighten.

Before even opening his eyes, Satoru presses a soft kiss to the back of Suguru’s head, letting his lips linger for a moment and taking a deep breath in through his nose. “What time is it?” He mumbles against Suguru’s hair.

“Just after 11:30. We’re meeting Moriko at 1:15 out front.” Suguru tells Satoru the plan for meeting their photographer, although he knows it already. He feels Satoru take a deep breath and let it out into his hair.

“We’re getting married today.” Satoru whispers with a smile on his lips as his eyes fall closed once again, unable to fully believe it.

Suguru can’t keep the excited smile from his face. “I can’t wait for you to be my husband.” He says, giving Satoru’s hand a squeeze, not entirely able to believe it himself.

Satoru slots one of his legs in between Suguru’s, tangling their limbs together under the covers. “I can’t wait for you to be my husband.” He parrots back at him. He takes a deep breath as Suguru shifts in front of him. “Mmmm.” He hums, feeling Suguru’s hips pressing backwards towards him.

Suguru chuckles, knowing full well what he’s doing as he flips over, coming face to face with Satoru. He looks into Satoru’s sleepy eyes and presses a tender kiss to his lips, draping his arm over his waist and running his fingers fondly over the bare skin of his back. “Suguruuu,” Satoru whines, furrowing his brows with their faces just inches apart, “Stop teasing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Suguru says with a smug smile up against Satoru’s lips. He brings his hand up to rest it on Satoru’s cheek, holding him gingerly for a moment in the palm of his hand. “I’m not doing anything.”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” Satoru scrunches his nose as he presses his lips to Suguru’s again, chasing after him as he pulls back for a second. He lets out a whine which Suguru chuckles at before moving back towards him to kiss him again, this time, much needier and passionate. Satoru hums happily against his lips, deciding that he needs more. “Come on, we have time.”

“Baby, we definitely don’t have time.” Suguru tries to talk some sense into him which is met with another whine. “We both need to shower and I need to dry my hair and we both need to get dressed.” Satoru takes a breath to try to object, but he stops him by continuing on. “And… We’re not even supposed to see each other before we get married, you know?”

With his nose scrunched up, Satoru furrows his eyebrows with a huff. “Sugu, we’re not even doing a normal wedding, why are you bringing up those stupid rules?”

“Because I think it’s fun to tease you.” Suguru responds with a smirk on his lips, earning a glare from Satoru. He presses one last quick kiss to Satoru’s forehead. “Now quit your pouting and let’s shower.” He throws his legs over the side of the bed and sits up, leaving Satoru sitting there with his mouth open, gawking as Suguru stands up and stretches his arms up. “You should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Suguru teases, turning back to look at where Satoru still lays with his head buried in the pillows. He leans back on one arm, looking slightly over his shoulder as Satoru scrambles for his phone. “I didn’t actually mean it.”

“Yeah but now that you said it, I need to.” Satoru says, quickly snapping a picture, perfectly encapsulating Suguru’s muscular back and shoulders, as well as the way his hair already looks perfect despite having woken up just minutes before. “I can’t have you looking like this and not have a picture - and it’s our wedding day so I have to. For the memories!” He explains further, continuing to take pictures as Suguru stands up and heads towards the bathroom. “I think we should sleep naked every night.” He says with a smile as he stands up to follow behind.

“Baby, I don't think either one of us would sleep ever again.” Suguru points out as he quickly runs a brush through his hair. “It was hard enough to get you to go to sleep last night.”

“But that’s because I was excited to marry the love of my life!” Satoru defends himself, turning on the shower to allow the water to heat up for a moment before stepping inside. “Skin to skin contact is good, Sugu.” He remarks, letting the water run over his hair while he waits for Suguru to join him.

A chuckle escapes Suguru’s mouth as he turns around to get into the shower. “Yeah, for babies.”

“Am I not your baby?” Satoru looks at him with puppy dog eyes and a pout on his lips as he joins him.

Suguru looks at him with a blank stare, doing his best to keep contained the smile that threatens to cover his face. He does nothing but shake his head as they trade places and he stands under the water. “Of course you’re my baby…” Suguru finally caves and agrees. He snakes his arms around Satoru’s waist, pulling him in for a hug. Feeling Satoru’s lips press softly against his temple is enough to have him closing his eyes with a content smile on his face. “What if we just stay here?” He says as Satoru’s arms wrap around his shoulders and they sway gently back and forth under the running water.

“You were the one just saying that we had to get ready, Gugu.” Satoru reminds him, holding him close.

“Yeah… But this is just so nice.”

Satoru can’t disagree. It would be nice if they could stay in this moment until the end of time, but they had important things to do today. “I know, but we have to go get married, remember?” Satoru says in a sweet voice, only slightly teasing him.

Suguru lifts his head up from where it rests against Satoru’s chest with a soft smile. “Then let’s go get married.”

They both get dressed up for the occasion - Suguru in a rich brown colored suit and Satoru in a dark forest green one - and meet their photographer before they take off down one of the many trails into the thick forest. It was just the two of them and Moriko trailing slightly behind.

“I don’t think we really need to do anything crazy. I would be happy marrying you right here.” Satoru had said when the two of them were standing in their kitchen one morning back in Tokyo together.

“Baby, don't you want it to be a little more memorable than the kitchen?”

Suguru’s suggestion was Yakushima Island and Satoru agreed, not having a care in the world where it was, just that they would be together. It wasn’t a super high traffic location, so there wouldn’t be big crowds of people around. It also rains about half the days out of the year, which they had prepared for.

It being a rainforest, about ten minutes into their hike, the grey skies finally started raining down on them.

“Don’t you think it’s kinda cheating to go to a rainforest to get married? Like, is the rain actually lucky?” Satoru rambles on as Suguru opens up the clear umbrella that the photographer had brought. “You know?” He grabs onto Suguru’s hand as they continue, trying to stay close and stay as dry as possible underneath the umbrella.

“Baby.” Suguru says, his voice patient and kind as the word rolls off his tongue.

“Yes, my sweet?” Satoru responds just as sweetly, giving Suguru’s hand a squeeze.

“I know we’re about to get married, but shut up.” Suguru says with a smile, shaking his head at Satoru. He chuckles lightly in response before bringing Suguru’s hand up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it before letting it rest back down between the two of them, their fingers still laced together.

As they walk, they pass trees that are hundreds of years old, covered in moss and greenery. It looks practically untouched by humans, as if it was left to continue growing more and more beautiful even after the island was finally inhabited. Small drops of water fall through the leaves and onto the ground, leaving a dewy coat on the entire ground.

They continue walking out deeper and deeper into the forest until they eventually come across a small waterfall that’s surrounded by moss covered trees and rocks. There was a break in the trees, allowing the light rain to fall straight down rather than being stopped and slowed by the thick canopy of the trees. The sound was unlike anything else; just the pitter-patter of rain falling, water running, and nothing else.

“I think we should do it here.” Satoru says with a smile, finding a good spot to stand just off the seldom-used trail. He steps out from underneath the umbrella and turns back to look at Suguru, their hands still entwined as the droplets of rain softly pelt his head and shoulders.

Suguru looks forward at him, looking into his eyes with a soft smile, feeling his heartbeat pick up in his chest. He doesn’t care where they do it, because all he sees in this moment is Satoru; his best friend, his soon-to-be husband, the person he loves most in the world. He doesn’t need to say it because his eyes say it all, but Satoru is thinking the same thing. Suguru nods his head quickly, following Satoru to stand right in front of him. “Definitely.”

The two of them stand there under the umbrella in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. Satoru was already trying not to cry, but made up for it by laughing instead, the two of them unable to keep straight faces for more than a couple seconds.

“I don’t know why I’m nervous.” Satoru says, pulling out a small notebook from his back pocket, “It’s just us.” Suguru does the same, adjusting to hold the notebook and umbrella in the same hand so that his other hand could return to hold Satoru’s.

“Me too.” Suguru admits, unable to stop smiling, looking down at the small tan notebook in Satoru’s hands. The two of them laugh together. “I think it’s more so excited than nervous.”

Satoru nods in agreement and looks back at Suguru. “Should I go first?”

“Do you want to?”

“Well, we’re already here.” Satoru says, shrugging his shoulders, poorly pretending to be nonchalant about the whole thing. Suguru chuckles and feels as Satoru squeezes his hand.

First they each started out with what they had personally written for each other, Satoru opting to go first. Taking in a deep breath, he pushes it out quickly, trying to get rid of the nervous energy in his body.

“Suguru, I never expected that the newbie I was assigned to train on a random Monday in November would become the person that I love most on this Earth. You quickly became my best friend and the one person that I can count on anything for; whether it’s saving the last mochi for me, or getting up to feed Shiro in the mornings when I really don’t want to.” Suguru chuckles lightly. “I’ve looked at you what feels like an infinite amount of times and thought, ‘I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him,’ and now we’re actually doing it and I couldn't be happier.” Satoru quickly wipes away the tear that trails down his cheek.

“Crybaby.” Suguru teases with a grin, giving Satoru’s hand a squeeze.

“Shut up.” Satoru says with a chuckle, wiping his eyes once again. A smile remains on Suguru’s face as he listens to him continue. “I promise to keep loving you just the same as I have until the end of time. As long as there are stars in the night sky, you will be my one and only.” As he says it, happy tears continue to spill over the edges of his eyes and down his cheeks. “I also have a short poem that I read while I was writing this and wanted to add in here because it made me think of you.” Suguru nods his head with a soft smile, silently urging him to continue.

“Compared to my heart

After seeing and meeting you,

The thoughts I had in the past

Mean nothing at all.”

Suguru can’t help but feel tears starting to well up in his own eyes. “I really don’t know how I’m supposed to top that, baby.” He says, causing them to both laugh, looking into each other’s eyes. He hands the umbrella to Satoru to hold while it’s his turn. He takes a deep breath and pushes it out quickly, similarly to Satoru, trying to shake off his nerves before starting on what he had written.

“Satoru, every time you say my name, it feels exactly like it did the first time you said it. I don’t know how you do it, but you bring out the best in me in every way, and I love you endlessly for it.” Satoru wipes his cheek once again, sniffling as Suguru continues. “I thought I knew what love was, but then I met you and I’ve never been more sure that I now actually know what love is. It’s the way you have a hundred different names for me; it’s the way you hold me tight as we lay in bed each night; it’s the way you bombard me with kisses to make me forget the rough day I had at work.” Satoru smiles through the tears, noticing Suguru’s eyes getting misty as well.

“I promise to share all of my sweets with you and continue to order all your Shirley Temples with extra cherries and extra grenadine, no matter how ridiculous that sounds.” They both chuckle lightly, Satoru grinning wide as he listens. “My heart is laden with love for you; there’s simply not enough time on this Earth for me to spill it all, but I will definitely do my best. You’re the brightest star in my sky, lighting my way through a seemingly endless abyss. I promise to love you forever, no matter what the future holds for us.” As he finishes up, he tries his best to hold it together, but can’t stop the tears from spilling over the edges of his eyes.

“And you had the audacity to call me a crybaby.” Satoru teases, his own tears still falling and wetting his cheeks.

“Shut up.” He says back to him, chuckling as he wipes the salty tears from his cheeks, looking into Satoru’s vibrant blues through his vision that’s blurred with tears.

They finish up with some more traditional vows to each other, which somehow seem even harder to get through without crying. They finally get through exchanging rings with shaky hands and Satoru speaks up again.

“You may now kiss me.” Satoru says in a deep announcer-like voice. Suguru smiles and shakes his head as they each step closer and kiss for the first time as a married couple. Satoru’s hands are cupped under Suguru’s jaw tenderly pulling him in while Suguru’s free hand is wrapped behind Satoru’s waist, pulling him closer. They smile against each other’s lips as they cherish the moment together, not thinking of anything but one another.

When they finally pull away from each other, they hear a small, “Woo!” From Moriko that makes both of them smile as they turn back to look at her in the distance, the two of them completely forgetting that she was even there snapping pictures.

Suguru quickly closes the umbrella and tosses it aside before pulling Satoru in for a second kiss, both of his hands wrapped around his waist pulling him closer by his jacket. Satoru laughs lightly against his lips, feeling the rain drops pelting his head once again.

The drops quickly turn their jacket shoulders a darker shade where the drops land and spread quickly. Satoru’s hair is sticking to his forehead, as are Suguru’s bangs. None of it matters though; as far as they’re concerned, they’re the only two people on the island at this moment. They share this moment together, just taking in the entirety of it all, the rain, the trees, each other.

“I love you.” Satoru whispers with a smile up against Suguru’s lips, their wet foreheads pressed gently together. Water runs down both of their faces, washing away the obvious tear stained cheeks and leaving them with warm, rain-soaked skin.

Suguru stares into Satoru’s glittering eyes, noticing the tiny droplets of water resting on his white eyelashes. “I love you too.” He repeats back, a bright smile on his face.

By the time they make it back to the hotel they’re mostly dry again and ready for their dinner reservation. Getting out to the spot that they finally picked had taken about an hour, which meant just about as much time getting back. Trying to stay out of the rain made for an even longer walk as they both tried to stay covered under the one umbrella. Walking deep into the forest and back out again was the perfect way to work up an appetite.

“I’m starving.” Satoru says quietly, his fingers still laced between Suguru’s as they follow the host back to their table. She leads them through the restaurant, people congratulating them with polite smiles as they walk back towards their table.

“Well it’s a good thing we’re about to eat, isn’t it?” Suguru says with a smile as they make it to their table, their hands still holding onto one another.

It doesn’t take long for them to get their first course, but they don’t even realize it until it’s sitting in front of them. They’re too preoccupied with each other, just blissfully looking across the table in between them, unable to focus on anything else. “Do you like your ring?” Satoru asks, fidgeting with Suguru’s fingers, swirling the black ring around his finger while they wait for the waiter to come back with another course after finishing the first one.

“Considering I picked it out, yeah I do.” Suguru shoots back, a smirk on his face as Satoru looks up from where their hands are connected. “Do you like yours?”

“Considering I picked it out, yes I do.” Satoru repeats sarcastically back at him, pulling a soft chuckle from Suguru as well as an eye roll. “The black looks really nice.” He continues playing with Suguru’s fingers, something he would do especially when he was wearing rings.

“Thank you, baby.” Suguru looks down at the silver ring that circles Satoru’s ring finger and smiles. “I think yours looks really nice too. It suits you.” It was just a tiny piece of metal, but the meaning behind it was enough to make his heart bloom in his chest every time he caught a glimpse of it. Their rings had been sitting in their own tiny boxes next to each other in the closet back home, and it was extremely difficult for neither of them to just take theirs and slip it on before the big day.

Satoru smiles across the table at him, hearts practically in his eyes. The two of them don’t pay attention to anything other than each other until their next course is set down in front of them. They’re taken through a wide array of different flavors and foods as they eat through their fancy french-inspired dinner.

After they’re done, they start the walk back to their room, fingers interlocked once again. “Which one was your favorite?” Satoru asks, swinging their arms as they walk leisurely through the resort, earning polite smiles from employees and other guests as they walk past.

“I really liked the one that they served on the flower plate.” Suguru thinks back, not completely sure of anything he ate. “That’s really the only way I can describe it.” He chuckles, not having eaten at a fancy restaurant like that before. “What about you?”

“I loved that risotto. It was only a little bit, but it was super good.” Satoru gives his hand a squeeze as he speaks, the two of them slowly strolling back towards their room. Suguru thinks back, trying to remember, but after so many different dishes, they all kind of run together.

“I’m surprised you didn’t say one of the desserts.” Suguru points out, seeing as they had three different little desserts after their dinner was finished.

“You would think, but honestly, I wasn't that impressed.” Satoru shrugs his shoulders as he says it, looking over at Suguru, not paying attention to the direction they’re walking whatsoever.

Suguru smiles back at him, squeezing his hand in response as they finally turn down the hallway that their room is down. “I love you.” He says, mindlessly admiring Satoru’s side profile as they approach their door at the end of the hallway; the angle of his nose, the way his eyelashes curve perfectly, the shape of his jaw, everything that he’d looked at for countless hours daily. They just looked all the more perfect on today of all days.

“I love you too.” Satoru says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Suguru’s lips, lingering behind for a moment as he fishes his key card out of his pocket. Suguru smiles against his lips as he feels one of Satoru’s hands gently cupping the side of his face. They have their short moment in the hallway before Satoru finally pulls away and opens the door, excited to be back to their room.

They enter their room and upon turning on the lights, Satoru is immediately surprised with something sitting in the middle of the table, surrounded by a bucket of ice with champagne and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. In the middle was a box that he was sure he’d seen before, but he wasn’t entirely confident.

“Suguru.” Satoru says, not breaking his intense eye contact with the box in front of him.

“Yes baby?” Suguru responds, the smile very apparent in his voice as he closes and locks the door behind him. He knows what’s waiting for them; he was the one that had it arranged, so he knew that it would be there when they got back from their dinner.

“I’ve seen that box in one place before.” Satoru continues, inching closer, not knowing if he should be believing his eyes.

“Yes you have.” Suguru affirms, now just waiting for him to open it. Satoru turns back to look at Suguru with raised eyebrows and Suguru mimics his face back at him, looking at the box on the table. “Open it!” He says, an impatient smile on his face, knowing that he got Satoru one of the best wedding presents possible that he could think of.

Satoru whips back around and carefully takes the tape off the sides of the box before lifting the lid and seeing exactly what he had hoped was inside: a perfectly decorated cheesecake. “Baby!” Satoru shouts before turning around and wrapping Suguru into a tight hug and kissing the side of his face over and over again. “If I didn’t just marry you I’d do it right now.” He says, grabbing the sides of Suguru’s face and planting a kiss right on his lips, pulling a laugh from Suguru’s chest. “How did you get this here?”

“It definitely took some planning, but it’s actually not that hard to get a cake shipped somewhere if you can believe it.” Suguru explains as Satoru carefully unboxes the cake that was already cut into ten perfect pieces. He completely ignores the champagne and strawberries for now, totally focused on the cake. “And obviously we need a wedding cake, so I thought ‘why not this one?’”

Realizing that there’s no plates or utensils in the room, Satoru does the next best thing and picks up a piece confidently in his hand, almost holding it like a piece of pizza. “Oh, uh- baby.” Suguru starts, but quickly stops, knowing not having a fork wont stop Satoru from having some right away. He holds it towards Suguru, offering him the first bite. “If you smash that in my face, I’m taking back my vows.”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t waste this.” Satoru says, wanting to savor every moment of the cake he rarely gets to taste. He holds his hand under Suguru’s chin as he takes a small bite to catch any crumbs before bringing it to his own mouth to take a bite. They both let out satisfied hums, the taste taking them back to their first vacation together in Okinawa. Suguru had also done this for their first anniversary while they were still in Fukuoka, and Satoru was just as pleasantly surprised then as he is now.

The two of them remain in their suits with their jackets thrown haphazardly over the back of the dining chairs. They eat their cake together sitting cross legged at the foot of the bed. When Satoru finishes his piece, he picks up one of the strawberries from the table, of course wanting to try it. Suguru remains on the bed as he finishes his piece of cake, smiling and just enjoying being there with his husband.

“Should we open this?” Suguru asks, referring to the bottle of champagne sitting in the bucket of ice that’s starting to melt. Satoru nods his head, knowing that he probably won’t have more than a couple sips. He stands up from his place on the bed and pulls it out of its icy bath and dries it off before unscrewing the muselet and tossing it. Satoru watches, his eyes transfixed on the way Suguru’s hands move as he seemingly effortlessly pops the top.

“Woo!” Satoru claps and celebrates quietly as Suguru sets the cork aside and fills the flutes. He picks them both up and hands one to Satoru.

“To us.” Suguru says simply as they both hold their glasses up.

“To us.” Satoru repeats with a soft smile before carefully clinking his glass against Suguru’s. They both take a sip and Satoru is pleasantly surprised. “This is actually pretty good.” The bubbles tingle lightly in his mouth as he takes in the taste. The alcohol lightly warms his chest as he swallows, the feeling putting a soft smile on his face.

“I asked for one that wasn’t so dry so you’d hopefully like it.” Suguru explains, continuing to sip on his glass.

“I’m gonna pretend I know what that means - thank you Sugu.” Satoru says, looking at him with a soft smile.

“I asked for one that was sweeter.” Suguru clarifies for him.

Satoru takes one more sip before setting his glass back down on the table. “You know me so well.” he says dramatically before sitting back down on the edge of the bed and just looking up at Suguru, leaning back on his hands.

“What?” Suguru asks, looking down at him, smiling up at him like an idiot.

“Just looking at my handsome husband.” Satoru says with a smile.

The words immediately put a smile on Suguru’s face as well. It was really the first time either of them had said it and it caught him slightly off guard. “Wow.” Suguru stands with his glass still in his hand as he turns to face Satoru. “You’re my husband.” He migrates closer to stand right in front of him.

“I can’t believe it either.” Satoru grabs onto Suguru’s free hand before standing back up with a small surprised-sounding gasp as if he’s just realized something. Suguru tilts his head, slightly confused at what’s going on. “We need to do our first dance.” Satoru spits out, looking at Suguru with widened eyes.

“You want to?” Suguru takes one last sip of his quickly emptying glass and sets it back down on the table before turning back to look at Satoru who’s nodding his head. “Do you have a song in mind?”

“Do you?” Satoru asks in response instead of answering the question.

“I have an idea but I think we should go with yours if you have one.” Suguru admits, his hand still holding Satoru’s.

“You sure?” He asks, grabbing his phone to pull up the song. “You don’t even wanna tell me what it is?”

Suguru shakes his head. “It can be our second dance song.” He says, putting a smile on Satoru’s face as he scrolls through his playlist looking for the song he has in mind.

“Whatever you say, handsome.” Satoru teases, earning a chuckle and a head shake from Suguru. He turns his volume all the way up before clicking on the song and tossing his phone down on the foot of the bed.

As Satoru wraps his arm around his shoulders, Suguru quickly recognizes that the song he picked was “Baby I’m Yours” by the Arctic Monkeys and smiles. He wraps his arm around Satoru’s waist, holding him close as their other hands are out to the side, still holding onto one another. “You’re not going to believe me…” He starts as they gently sway along with the music, “but this is the song I was thinking of.”

“Really?” Satoru asks, a surprised smile on his face as they dance. Suguru nods his head in response. They really were just two sides of the same coin. As the song continues on, Satoru silently mouths along to the words. “Baby, I'm yours, and I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky.” Suguru smiles, watching as he carries on dramatically lip syncing towards him. “In other words, until I die.”

“You’re cute.” He says with a chuckle, feeling Satoru squeeze his hand in response. “Do you want me to twirl you around?” He asks, knowing that Satoru would of course agree, and he’s quickly met with a head nod. They each let go of their hold on each other while Suguru holds Satoru’s hand above his head, letting him spin around before coming back to how they were.

“Your turn.” Satoru says, doing the same thing. Suguru laughs lightly as he does it, landing back with Satoru’s arm around his waist, and before he knows it, he’s being tipped over.

“Satoru, wha- ah!” He gasps as Satoru dips him down and presses a kiss to his lips. The two of them are unable to keep from laughing against each other as Satoru stands him back up. Suguru shakes his head at him, unable to keep the smile from his face as they continue as if nothing had happened.

“Your turn.” Satoru nudges, raising his eyebrows at Suguru.

“What if I drop you?” Suguru teases, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

“I’d forgive you.” Satoru says with a smile. Suguru smiles and repeats the same move back on him, the two of them giggling once again against each other’s lips as they kiss. “See, you did perfect.”

Suguru smiles at him, just thinking back on the day. “I love you.” He says quietly, his honey eyes soft and gentle as he looks into Satoru’s.

“I love you.” Satoru repeats back at him before leaning in for another tender kiss. He holds the side of Suguru’s face, his thumb lightly grazing his cheek as their lips softly work together. They’ve stopped dancing altogether, now just focused on the feel of each other’s lips as the song fades into nothing and the playlist continues. Satoru finally breaks away to turn off the music, but Suguru pulls him back in by the tie, not wanting him to leave for even a second.

Smiling against Suguru’s lips at the feeling, Satoru happily obliges, not complaining at the gesture whatsoever. “Yeah?” He says with a smug grin against Suguru’s lips.

“Mmhm.” Suguru hums in response, his hands gripping Satoru’s waist and pulling him closer, his fingers clutching onto the bright white fabric of his shirt.

Satoru smiles at his seemingly sudden desperation, but quickly realizes that he’s in the same boat and in this moment wants nothing more than this. He nips lightly at Suguru’s bottom lip, an invitation that he gladly accepts. Suguru swipes his tongue lightly over Satoru’s bottom lip before pressing further into his mouth, pulling a satisfied sigh from Satoru’s throat.

“Why don’t we get this off?” Satoru asks, pulling gently on Suguru’s bow tie to undo it before tossing it to the side and loosening his own tie. There’s an eagerness between the two of them, but there’s also not really any rush. They both take their time in undressing each other, their touches tender and delicate as their skin softly grazes against one another.

Sitting at the foot of the bed with just his pants left, Satoru looks up at Suguru as he stands in between his legs. He wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him in close and hugging him tightly, his face pressing against the warm skin of his chest as he inhales deeply. “You smell so good.” He coos, pressing a kiss to his warm skin before looking up at Suguru who looks back down at him. “I could just eat you.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Suguru teases lightly in response.

“Which do you want it to be?” Satoru pokes his tongue into his cheek as he says it, trying to suppress a devious smirk on his face. Suguru doesn’t answer verbally, but the way he looks back down at Satoru says plenty. Satoru smiles back up at him and releases his hold, moving his focus to undoing Suguru’s belt and pants. His fingers work quickly to undo them, gravity helping them fall to the ground. He reaches around, his hands roughly kneading at Suguru’s ass before he pulls down his boxers, leaving him fully exposed standing at the foot of the bed. “Mmmm.” Satoru hums at the feeling of the soft flesh between his fingers once more before he lets go and scoots further up the bed, laying his head down just below the pillows. “You coming?” He asks, laying with his hands clasped behind his head, watching with a smirk as Suguru walks around the side of the bed.

“You act like I can read your mind.” He responds as he puts one knee down onto the bed.

“Seems like you know what I meant.” Satoru says as with a smug smirk Suguru throws his other leg over his head, straddling his face. His arms snake around his thighs, holding him in place as he cranes his neck up to press a kiss to one side of Suguru’s ass and then one in the same spot on the other side. “Suguru. Sit.” Satoru demands, his voice slightly muffled as he’s trying to pull him down closer to his face.

“I don’t wanna hurt you though.” Suguru explains, looking down at the way Satoru’s arms wrap around his thighs. He lowers himself slightly, still not putting his full weight down.

“Baby, you say this every time, but I would be the happiest man on Earth if you broke my face with your beautiful ass.” Satoru says, his warm breath tickling Suguru’s skin. His tongue licks a quick stripe over Suguru’s hole, causing him to gasp slightly at the feeling. Satoru’s fingers dig into the flesh of Suguru’s thighs, trying to pull him closer as he kisses around, continuing to tease him lightly. “Sit.” With a sigh and a slight smile, Suguru lowers himself all the way down, finally taking a seat on his husband’s pretty face. “Mmmmm.” Satoru hums underneath him, the warmth of Suguru surrounding his head.

“Ahh.” Suguru lets out a sigh as Satoru’s hot tongue presses against his hole. He feels as Satoru quickly flicks his tongue around, his cock quickly growing harder as it sits there untouched. It feels to him like Satoru is trying to pull him down even harder onto his face. “Baby, don’t hurt yourself.” Suguru warns, only to be met with a bite on the ass cheek, Satoru’s teeth sinking into the flesh for just an instant before going back to what he was doing. Suguru chuckles, but it turns more into a gasp as he feels Satoru’s tongue press into his hole once again.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans out at the feeling, resting his hands on Satoru’s chest to help hold himself upright.

“Could live just like this.” Satoru says proudly, his voice muffled underneath Suguru.

“Hah, shit Toru.” Suguru lets out another moan, slightly whinier as he feels the warm, wet tongue continue pressing into his hole. Satoru’s fingers grasp and pull at the flesh of his ass, digging in as he skilfully devours Suguru from beneath. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but his hips grind upwards at nothing, his own cock quickly growing harder in his pants. Nothing gets him going quicker than hearing the desperate noises that came from Suguru’s mouth; a stark contrast from the noises that he makes when he’s the one doing the fucking. Suguru reaches forward and palms at it tenderly, earning a loud surprised groan from Satoru underneath him. He smirks and continues, the vibrations of Satoru’s moans against him adding to the sensation of it all. It’s hard to keep himself from grinding against Satoru’s face to chase after the feeling.

Quickly growing impatient, Suguru undoes Satoru’s belt and pants, freeing his cock that’s already rock solid. “Fuck- baby.” Suguru’s words falter as he leans forward, wrapping his hand around it as Satoru continues like he’s eating a Michelin star meal. He grips Satoru’s hard length before pumping his hand up and down it slowly a few times, pulling more moans from Satoru before he leans down, quickly repositioning himself.

“Sugu? What’re you- hah.” Satoru lets out a breathy moan as he feels Suguru’s warm wet mouth unexpectedly close around the throbbing feeling between his legs. “Shit- ah- fuck, baby.” He hisses out in between continuing to lick around Suguru’s hole. Suguru moans around Satoru’s slick cock, his saliva mixing with the already leaking precum. The vibrations pull a whiny moan from Satoru against Suguru, their noises just becoming a positive feedback loop as they continue moaning around each other, their mouths taking a break to let out needy sounds at the same time. Although he’s focusing on Satoru now, Suguru can’t help but grind his hips further down, the feeling of Satoru’s tongue making him desperate for more.

“Yeah, use my face.” Satoru directs from his spot underneath, his fingers digging into the flesh beneath them, sure to leave finger-shaped bruises only for him to see. He gives one side of his ass a smack that sounds out throughout the room before gripping hard once again, the skin beneath his hand slightly red from the impact. Suguru slowly moves his hips back and forth over his mouth while he bobs his own mouth up and down on Satoru’s cock, unphased by the rough smack to his ass. “Fuck, gonna cum if you don’t stop that.” Satoru warns from where he lies.

Suguru takes it as a challenge and continues, picking up his pace just slightly. His eyes close softly as he relaxes his throat, determined to make it happen now. “Suguruu-ah.” Satoru whines out, now distracted. As he moans against Suguru’s hole, his hips twitch upwards, causing his tip to hit the back of his throat. Suguru’s eyes shoot open and widen in surprise, but it doesn’t stop him, saliva mixed with precum slowly trickling down between his fingers that lightly massage Satoru’s tightening balls. “Shit shit shit.” He hears from beneath him, knowing that he’s seconds away from tipping over the edge. It’s no surprise when he feels Satoru’s cock twitch, followed by the warm liquid running down his throat as he continues sucking him dry.

The whimpers that leave Satoru’s mouth are muffled underneath Suguru as he tries to focus on what he was doing, but finding it difficult to keep going as he comes undone. “Sugu, I wasn’t supposed to cum first.” Satoru whines, gripping Suguru’s ass in between his fingers, his knuckles nearly turning white with how hard he’s grabbing. His breaths are heavy as he looks up at Suguru who looks back at him.

“Is that supposed to be my fault?” Suguru asks in response, lifting off of Satoru’s cock, his tongue trailing slowly up the bottom as he does so, pulling a weak whimper from an oversensitive Satoru. He sits back up for a moment before taking himself off of Satoru’s face while he’s too distracted to keep him there any longer.

“Wait, I wasn't done!” Satoru cries out softly as Suguru moves down to reposition himself in between his legs.

“Not my problem.” Suguru smiles down at him as he lies down on top of him in between his legs, crashing their lips together. The slippery mess of saliva on Satoru’s mouth and chin isn’t a problem, only making him feel more crazed and insane as they kiss. Satoru wraps his arms underneath Suguru’s, pulling him down on top of him more. Their lips are slick against each other, their tongues licking into and around each other’s mouths as if it's their own.

“You’re so mean.” Satoru whines as Suguru pulls back and readjusts his position between Satoru’s legs. He sits back on his heels momentarily as he brings his hand under one of Satoru’s thighs and lifts his leg up, letting it rest on his shoulder as he scoots forward once again.

“Yeah.” Suguru responds quietly, a wry smirk playing on his lips, “But you like it when I’m a little mean, don’t you baby?” His voice is sweet as he finishes, with only a hint of sarcasm hiding behind that perfect smile. The silence and narrowed eyes are enough of an answer from Satoru. “That’s what I thought.” Suguru adds as he brings his hand up to cup the side of Satoru’s face, his thumb grazing the rosy apple of his cheek as he admires the enticing scene below. Without having to be asked, Satoru opens his mouth, his tongue sticking out as he does so. “So good for me, baby.” Suguru praises him softly as his thumb finds its place in the middle of his tongue. His thumb is immediately engulfed in the warmth of Satoru’s mouth as his swollen lips close around the thick digit. His eyes are filled with lust, looking down at his white haired husband while his other hand slowly caresses the skin of the leg that rests up on his shoulder.

Satoru diligently sucks on the thumb in his mouth, tasting the saltiness as his tongue moves around it. His eyes are locked on Suguru’s as he does, waiting for him to make the next move. Satoru loosens his lips, allowing Suguru to pull his thumb out and stick his middle and ring fingers in. He lets them get plenty wet before he pulls them back out, playing with Satoru’s lips for a moment before he leans back down and connects their lips once more. They both smile into it, but Suguru is smiling for a completely different reason. He takes his now slick fingers between them and with no warning, slowly pushes one inside of Satoru, which results in a surprised gasp from him.

“Suguuu,” Satoru mewls against his lips, his eyebrows knitted together as one quickly turns into two, “shiiit.”

“You sure you even need my cock, baby? You’re already squeezing me so hard and it’s just my fingers.” Suguru teases, his mouth hanging slightly open as he watches Satoru’s face diligently, his bangs hanging in front of his face as he does so.

“Please.” He whines weakly. “Need your cock please Sugu.” Satoru says, knowing that he won’t get very far with Suguru without using his words.

Suguru smiles at the mess he’s making of his husband with just his fingers, biting his bottom lip as he watches. “Of course baby.” He obliges, slowly pulling his fingers out and positioning the tip of his already oozing cock against his entrance. “When you ask so nicely it’s hard to say no to that pretty face.” He coos before slowly pushing his way inside. Both of them let out a satisfied moan in unison, the gratifying stretch for Satoru and the warm tightness for Suguru after what felt like an eternity.

“Fuck.” Satoru cries out meekly as Suguru slowly pushes all the way inside.

“You okay?” Suguru asks sweetly, waiting for a response from Satoru before moving.

“Mmhm.” Satoru nods his head, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he looks up at Suguru through half lidded eyes. Smiling back down at him, Suguru slowly pulls back out and pushes in again, keeping an almost painfully slow pace.

“Shit, Toru. It’s like you were made just for me.” He says, his hips maintaining the slow rhythm. There’s no real desire from either of them to go any faster, both of them loving the slowness and the way that they can feel everything.

Satoru smiles up at him before he takes his own leg off of Suguru’s shoulder. He reaches his arms up at him, persuading him to lay down on top of him. “Wanna feel you closer.” He reasons, pulling him down. Suguru happily agrees and repositions himself, putting his forearms down on the mattress on either side of Satoru’s torso and feeling the strong arms wrapping around the back of his neck and holding him there. “I love you.” He mewls out, tangling the fingers of one hand into the long raven locks on the back of Suguru’s head, pulling on them gently.

With a smile on his lips, Suguru presses soft, open-mouthed kisses to the side of Satoru’s neck, his plush lips leaving wet marks behind as he does so. Satoru continues babbling I love you’s mindlessly over and over with each one of Suguru’s slow deep thrusts. The knots deep in both of their cores are tightening, winding up to snap at a moment’s notice. “I love you.” Suguru coos back, lifting his head just enough to look into Satoru’s misty, fucked out eyes. “I love you.” He says once more before pressing his lips against Satoru’s.

Both of their bodies are tingling, their hearts both beating out of their chests so full of love and adoration for one another. Their skin sticks together, the light sheen of sweat covering both of their bodies as they both grow closer to their orgasms. The way Satoru’s walls twitch around Suguru lets him know that he’s close again.

“Suguru- ah, Suguru, Suguru, Sugu-” Satoru lets out whimpers with each one of his thrusts, feeling him hit that spot inside him that he’d never be able to reach on his own.

“Let it out baby.” Suguru reassures him, feeling his own orgasm close. Satoru wraps his legs around his hips, locking his feet together and holding Suguru as close as he can. Whiny, breathy moans escape Satoru’s mouth, not bothering to hold anything back because he has no reason to. Keeping his pace, Suguru looks into the glittering blue eyes beneath him with such affection and reverence behind them, Satoru can’t hold back any longer, finally tipping over the edge with one small gasp. His breath hitches in his throat as his mouth hangs open and his walls twitch and contract around Suguru, his eyes uncontrollably rolling back into his head as he cums hard. Suguru watches as his white-haired husband comes undone underneath him, quickly following behind with a shaky moan. He continues slowly fucking him through both of their orgasms, his hips only finally stilling once they’re both on the come down.

Breathing heavily as he looks down at Satoru with a smile, Suguru’s mouth hangs slightly open. Satoru’s arms and legs are still locked around Suguru, not allowing him to go anywhere, and he doesn’t plan on letting him go just yet. “Just stay here for a little bit longer… Please.” Satoru says quietly, sounding out of breath. Suguru doesn’t say anything, instead just closing his eyes as he rests his own forehead against Satoru’s for a moment. They stay like this for a minute longer before Suguru speaks up, finally calmed down.

“I love you.” He whispers before pressing a delicate kiss to Satoru’s forehead, his hair sticking to his skin and all. “I love you,” He presses another kiss to his cheek, “I love you,” and another to his other cheek. Satoru can’t help but smile a beaming smile as Suguru peppers his face and jaw with kisses and whispered i love you’s. His nose scrunches as his smile turns into a cute giggle.

“Sugu that tickles!” He shouts out as Suguru continues along his neck. Suguru presses one final slow kiss to his pulse point.

“What? I can’t show my husband how much I love him?” Suguru asks sarcastically, looking down at Satoru with an eyebrow raised.

“I didn’t say that, I just said that it tickles.” Satoru explains as Suguru sits up and finally pulls out, earning a gasp from Satoru at the sudden emptiness. “Sugu, you gotta warn me next time.”

Suguru chuckles, shaking his head as he stands up from the bed. “I thought me sitting up was enough of a hint, baby.” He explains, leaning over to press another kiss to Satoru’s forehead before slowly heading towards the bathroom to turn on the bath. “I'm guessing you want me to carry you, huh?” Suguru asks, pretending to be annoyed, but they both know that it’s one of his favorite things to do.

“My legs don’t work.” Satoru says with a fake pout on his lips as he looks at him standing in the doorway. Suguru chuckles silently, shaking his head as he moves to pick up the whiny string bean that he proudly chose to call his husband.

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“Hellooo?” Satoru draws out, looking over at Suguru from where he still lies on the couch, his hands still clasped behind his head. “Earth to Suguru.”

“Sorry baby, what?” He shakes his head as he asks, not sure if Satoru had asked a question or if he was just being obnoxious.

“Are you almost done?” Satoru repeats his question that Suguru obviously didn’t hear the first time. Suguru looks at the time in the corner of his monitor and sees that it’s nearly 5 o'clock.

“Oh shit, uh- yeah, just let me finish up these last couple things and we can get out of here.” He answers, trying to clear his mind and focus.

“You can’t just save it for Monday?” Satoru sits up, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he looks at Suguru where he sits behind his desk.

“Sorry baby, can’t do that.” Suguru says, quickly clicking through his email to find the ones that he needed to reply to before leaving for the day. His week had been busy, full of playing catch-up after being away for two weeks and he didn’t want to let anything roll over to next week, so he was dead set on finishing everything before leaving.

“Well we’re meeting Shoko and Utahime at six, so if we’re late you’re telling them that it isn’t my fault for once.” He says dramatically.

“Don’t worry you big baby.” Suguru has a smile on his face as he says it. “I’m only gonna be a few more minutes.” His fingers quickly type out a response to the first email on his screen before he sends it off and moves onto the next one.

Satoru stands up from his spot on the couch and wanders around the spacious office, looking at all the little things Suguru has adorning the shelves. He smiles, looking at a small reclining Buddha statue that he had bought Suguru in Fukuoka while they were still there at the beginning of the year. It was a reminder of their time there and what Satoru would call “the smallest apartment ever.” Suguru would argue that when you live in a high rise luxury apartment, every apartment seems like the smallest one ever just by comparison.

He turns back around to look at the art piece that hangs above the couch, admiring the detail that the artist had put into it. Once it was finished and delivered to him, he had spent nearly an hour just sitting in front of it and admiring the artistry; the textures, the perfect shadows, even the patterns of the brush strokes amazed him. He holds his hand up in front of it, comparing his actual hand to the one in the painting and seeing that even the faint purple veins in his wrist were featured. He smiles to himself, looking at the silver ring on his finger once again and fidgeting with it for a moment, twisting it around as he paces aimlessly around in front of the window. He looks through the glass down at the sparkling water below, the afternoon sun glittering as it shines over the calm waves.

“How’d you get such a nice view?” Satoru turns around as he hears Suguru roll his chair back and stand up. He shakes his head as he rounds the corner of his desk and stands next to Satoru at the window.

“Good at my job.” He answers simply, crossing his arms as they look out at the view together.

“Nah, that can’t be it.” Satoru shoots back sarcastically. Suguru shakes his head and smacks him lightly on the arm. “Probably because you’re the most beautiful man here and they just couldn’t deny you the perfect view.” He turns to face Suguru with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, that’s definitely it.” Suguru agrees, a matching smirk on his lips. “Ready to go?” He asks, resting his hand on Satoru’s lower back, rubbing softly as they stand there, looking down at the water.

Satoru nods his head, wrapping his arm around Suguru’s shoulders and leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek before letting go and picking up his jacket. He has a smile on his face as he takes one last look at the bouquet of flowers on the desk. Looking up from the flowers at Suguru, he nods his head. “Let’s get out of here, I’m starving.”

chapter 2

#satosugu #stsg #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #office au #4littlefishies #the eighth of september #the 36th floor #alternate universe #non jujutsu au #fluff #jjk smut #domestic fluff

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promptthebear · 2 years ago

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Kissmas Day 6

Prompt: A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Pairing: Edmund x Reader

A/N: Finally, finally this one is done! Apparently I can't write any Narnia fic without going way overboard. Also be forewarned this one is a little spicy, but still PG-13/T so it keeps within my boundaries for this series. If you want to know how explicit I'm willing to get for Narnia characters specifically this is a pretty good benchmark. Anyway, enjoy!

When Edmund invited you to spar with him, you were immediately suspicious.

“Why on earth would I need to learn swordplay?” you asked, standing up on your tiptoes and gently pressing your lips to his “I’ve got the best swordsman in Narnia to look after me”

A blush rose across Edmund’s cheeks, a pretty red canvas for those freckles he never quite outgrew. You resisted the urge to grab hold of his face and cover it with kisses, putting your own mark between the constellations already dappling his skin.

“You’re very sweet,” your betrothed replied, glancing quickly at Abelia, the grumpy she-badger who was serving as your chaperone, before sliding his arms around your waist “And very right. But what if there comes a time when I’m not around?”

“Then I’ll just go find Peter,” you said, chuckling at the way Edmund’s nose scrunched in annoyance “Even if he’s only second best, he can at least provide a nice diversion while I make my escape”

The smack of his hand against your arse came so quickly, there was little chance of Abelia noticing. A sidelong glance at the talking badger confirmed this fact. She hadn’t even so much as looked up from her drop spindle, far more concerned with crafting an even thread than minding the two of you.

Emboldened, Edmund ducked his head and stole another kiss. This was far less chaste than the one you had given him moments before, threading his fingers through your hair to deepen it and brushing his tongue over the seam of your lips.

You tried to muffle a moan and almost failed. It was all you could do to keep upright as Edmund continued to lavish your mouth with affection, going as far as to tug at your bottom lip with his teeth before breaking the kiss and gently tilting your head to the side so he could whisper in your ear.

“Listen here cheeky girl,” he kept his voice soft, but there was a stern edge to it that nearly had you squirming “I’ve booked the training pitch for us, and I’ve been promised we’ll have at least an hour alone. No Abelia, no Tumnus. All you have to do is meet me there tomorrow, okay?

You looked up at Edmund with wide, hopeful eyes. Alone? The promise hung between you, almost like a magic spell. It sounded too good to be true.

You’d known Edmund since he’d first came to Narnia, when he was ten and you were eight. You’d loved each other in the way only children can, squabbling over card games and rounds of chess, falling asleep together by the fireside after reading on long winter nights.

At sixteen and fourteen, you’d been betrothed. Since then you could count on one hand the number of times you’d been alone, as though you hadn’t been playing at kissing and going for twilight swims only a few years before.

Reputation didn’t matter so much to Edmund’s siblings, you had been around so long they already considered you part of the family, marriage or not. Your family, on the other hand, was a different story. You were their only daughter, and being such a small household from Archenland, there was a lot riding on this marriage. So until the day of the wedding, you had to keep up appearances.

The sound of Abelia clearing her throat shook you from your reminiscing. You glanced over at the she-badger, who had set aside her drop spindle and was now making a “move apart” gesture with her claws. With a sigh, you did as you were asked, pausing to give Edmund one last kiss on the cheek before turning and gesturing to the nearby couch.

“Shall we sit? Perhaps play a game?”

Edmund nodded, bringing up a hand and running a finger nervously under his collar before he sat next to you. It was hard to tell in the rosy glow of the firelight whether or not his blush had gotten deeper, though you could certainly feel a kind of flame on your own cheeks.

Satisfied that her charges were once again behaving themselves, Abeila took up her spindle and began to wind the thread with practised ease.

“Only half an hour longer, my lady,” she warned, her voice growly by nature rather than intent “Your lady mother wants to sup with you this evening.”

“Yes Abelia.”

Under the table, you could feel Edmund’s hand brush your knee as you began setting up the board for checkers. You glanced over, and were pleased to see the usual mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Tomorrow” he whispered, giving you a small smile, which you returned.

Tomorrow.

***

It was high noon by the time you set off towards the training pitch. The sun was at its zenith, shining brightly over a cold, clear day. There was not a cloud in the sky, save for the ones made by your breath as you walked.

Even dressed in layers as you were, you still felt exposed. You’d borrowed a set of training garb from Lucy, which consisted of a linen shirt, leather jerkin and matching trousers. While you appreciated her generosity, they were a far cry from your usual gowns and petticoats.

You were well aware of the fact that the outline of your legs, thighs, and hips were all prominently on display in the snug breeches. Already, you’d garnered some stares from passing stable boys and squires going about their daily chores. The feeling of their eyes on you sent an anticipatory thrill down your spine. Whether Edmund had asked you to dress this way for function or his own benefit, you couldn’t say, but you were certainly eager to find out.

The training grounds were, surprisingly, empty when you arrived. Save for a few sparrows pecking about the grass, there was not another living soul to be seen. You stood on the dirt track circling the field, listening to the wind buffet the trees and the occasional birdsong while you nibbled at your bottom lip.

Surely you had heard Edmund correctly? The training pitch, tomorrow. That’s what he had said, you were certain of it. And yet here you were, without any sign of Edmund. Perhaps he had been called away and hadn’t had a chance to send notice. Or maybe Abelia or Tumnus had caught him trying to sneak off and he was attempting to explain himself without drawing suspicion to you. Or perhaps Peter had needed him to-

“First rule of sword fighting. Always be aware of your surroundings.”

Your shriek rang out, high and sudden, scaring the nearby sparrows into flight. How Edmund had managed to sneak up on you, in full plate armour no less, would forever remain a mystery. Solving said mystery, however, was far less of a concern to you than trying to connect the toe of your boot to Edmund’s shins.

“What’s the matter with you?! You scared the living daylights out of me!”

Edmund didn’t seem the least bit concerned by your admonishing, laughing and dancing away from your volley of kicks with an easy confidence. His bright eyes and wide smile made you forgive him almost instantly, letting yourself be caught when he reached to put his hands about your waist.

You stood on tiptoe and kissed him, open mouthed and unashamed. Edmund responded in kind, allowing his hands to freely roam along your body now that you were no longer under Abelia’s watchful eye.

The thick metal of his armour made it difficult for you to do the same, so you chose instead to use one hand to cradle his jaw while you brought the other up to twine in his hair. You could taste the tea he’d recently drunk on his breath, a blend of cinnamon, cardamom and ginger from Calmore you knew he favoured. A soft moan escaped your lips as Edmund grabbed a handful of your bottom, squeezing it none too gently. You pressed your body against his, hoping he could feel your warmth and eagerness through his armour, silently imploring for more.

When Edmund finally broke the kiss, you whined, which made him laugh again. You watched as he gathered up a pair of swords from the grass nearby, more than a little confused. Initially, you assumed that the remark about him teaching you swordplay was nothing more than a ruse, to mask his true plan from Abelia and anyone else who may question your intentions for that afternoon. Did he truly wish to put a sword in your hand?

“Come on, you needy thing” he said as he tossed a sword to you, hilt end down. You managed to catch it, albeit a little clumsily “I said I was going to teach you how to fight, and I’m nothing if not a man of my word”

The sword felt strange in your hand, and you held it at length from your body as though you were afraid of what would happen if you brought it too close. Try as you might, you couldn’t keep your arm from trembling slightly, which almost ousted the weapon from your grasp.

Edmund watched you for a moment, before finally driving the tip of his own sword into the dirt and closing the distance between you two.

“Second rule of sword fighting,” he announced, his voice cheerful and relaxed “Know how to hold your weapon properly”

He reached out and closed his hand around your own. Despite his armour, he had opted not to wear gloves, and you could feel the callouses on his fingers as he began to adjust your grip. You stood, entranced, while he guided you into a more natural stance, his touch leaving a trail of tingling warmth each time it came in contact with your hand or arm. When he was satisfied with your position, he stepped back and went to retrieve his own weapon.

“Alright. Now, I want you to try and hit me.”

Your astonished expression made Edmund grin in spite of himself. Had he made that suggestion to his sisters or Peter, they would’ve knocked him flat without a second thought. You were far too sweet for your own good.

“It’s alright darling. They’re only tourney swords, watch.”

To prove his point, Edmund ran the index finger of his other hand along the blade’s edge. You watched, waiting for blood to appear, but let out a sigh of relief when none followed. As Edmund had said, the blades had been blunted for practice or sport.

“See? You wouldn’t hurt me even if you wanted to. Well, I suppose you could, if you smacked me with the hilt. But please don’t. My face is the only asset I’ve got”

You laughed, the action pulling some tension from your body. Edmund smiled encouragingly, before bringing up his sword and crooking the fingers of his other hand.

“Come on then. Or are you just going to stand about admiring me all day?”

With another laugh, you took a couple cautious steps forward. Edmund watched your feet with the trained eyes of a practised fighter, but otherwise didn’t move. A few more steps and the space between you two had shrunk to little more than an arm’s length. You stared at your betrothed for a moment, once again giving him the chance to change his mind.

When no protest came, you thrust your sword forward, aiming to hit the side of Edmund’s shoulder. It was a clumsy attempt, without enough force behind it to make for a decent strike, and Edmund sidestepped it easily. You expected him to come dancing around your other side, grinning like a fool and taunting you into having another go, when you felt the flat of a blade smack across your ass.

You whirled, gasping in both surprise and affront. Edmund was roaring with laughter, nearly doubled over with the force of it. You couldn’t help but pout a little, feeling betrayed.

“Oh god, I’m sorry dearest” he said, still a little breathless “That wasn’t very sporting of me, but I couldn’t help it. Here, let’s try again, only this time I want you to put more weight on your front foot and really extend your arm. Then you’ll have better balance and a more fluid thrust, alright?”

You nodded, doing as instructed while Edmund returned to his spot in front of you. As he said, the motion was smoother and your feet felt surer beneath you as you pushed forward. Once again, you tried to strike Edmund’s shoulder, figuring that was a safe choice lest you miss your target.

This time, you managed to glance the blade off Edmund’s arm before he darted away. He let out a playful whoop, before disappearing again behind your back. You turned as quickly as you could manage, knowing he was going to try and spank you again, but Edmund was quicker. The flat of his sword struck your ass with a sharp, stinging blow. You grit your teeth, refusing to let him have the satisfaction of hearing you cry out, and spun around to face him again.

Edmund’s grin, large and knowing, was the first thing you saw after turning. It was all you could do not to toss aside your sword and wipe the smug look off his face with the palm of your hand. It reminded you of your summers as teenagers and all the times he ducked you in the river, before finally apologizing and pulling you in for a burning kiss while you’d clutched at his bare arms.

The memory made you shiver, and you wondered if perhaps this was the same sort of game. Your betrothed's face gave nothing away, whatever he was scheming was staying locked away behind that infuriating smile.

“Giving up already, are you?”

Taking a deep breath, you brought the tip of the sword up once more and pointed it directly at Edmund’s chest.

“Not a chance, your highness.”

With that, you rushed at Edmund, throwing sportsmanship to the wind and hoping you could surprise him before he was ready. For a moment, he appeared genuinely taken off guard, and you relished the way his eyes widened as you swung your sword through the air. However, a well timed feint from an amateur was no match for the best swordsman in Narnia.

The resulting vibration of Edmund’s sword clashing with yours made your teeth knock together and seemed to shake the breath from your lungs. You clutched at your aching wrist, and doubled over to kneel in the dampened grass. Your sword fell from your loosened grip, now useless and forgotten on the ground.

Immediately, Edmund was crouched beside you, having tossed aside his own weapon the moment he saw you go down.

“Oh god, sweetheart, are you alright? I’m so sorry, did I hit you too hard?”

You sat, your face protected in the cradle of your arms and knees, refusing to look Edmund in the eye. When he reached out a hand and placed it on your shoulder, you pulled away.

“Darling?” his voice dropped low, into that special, soft tone he only used for you “Darling, look at me, please.”

Even when he said your name, you didn’t look up. You waited, trying to keep your breathing even. Inside your mind, you began to count.

Three…

Edmund moved even closer. You could feel his breath by your temple, his face only a few inches from yours.

Two…

He said your name again, but to no avail. This time, when he placed his hand on your arm, you didn’t move.

One…

The look of shock on Edmund’s face as you leapt and tackled him into the grass was one you were going to savour. Within seconds, the two of you were tussling atop each other like puppies, the world lost in a whirl of limbs and giggling.

You had the advantage, but Edmund was faster and stronger. It wasn’t long before he had you pinned beneath him, his face hovering just above yours and his arms forming a cage on either side of your head. Your legs were tangled together, one of Edmund’s knees trapped between yours, and your feet seeming to go every which way.

“You little minx” he panted, your mouths so close the two of you were almost sharing breaths “I was scared I’d really hurt you.”

“Will you forgive me if I yield?”

Edmund studied your face, the put upon pout, your flushed cheeks and the way your eyes shone with mirth, and felt what little resolve he had crumble.

“Of course. How could I stay mad at you?”

By way of apology, you reached up and pulled Edmund’s head down into a bruising kiss. He moaned, softly, before working your mouth open with his tongue, which you received without protest. Your bodies were flush together, the metal of his armour searing cold against your skin. You were about to offer to help him remove his chest plate, when your hips jerked up instinctively, knocking into Edmund’s and revealing the hardness in the front of his breeches as they brushed together.

Embarrassed, you broke the kiss and hid your face away in the side of his neck. The two of you had had many firsts together, but nothing that had ever gone below your waistlines. Edmund chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring in your ear.

“Hey, it’s alright. Don’t worry about that, okay? I just want to focus on kissing and touching you. It’s all I’ve been able to think about lately, you’ve practically driven me to distraction.”

You looked up at your betrothed, who’s cheeks were equally as flushed and eyes equally as bright as your own. You thought about the first time he’d kissed you, beneath an apple tree in the orchard. You’d been scared then, and embarrassed too, but Edmund had guided you through it with as much patience and gentleness as anyone could have asked for. Since then, you knew you’d always be safe with him.

“Alright, I suppose I’ve caused you enough suffering for one day.”

Edmund laughed again, before bringing his mouth down to kiss your neck. You moaned, tilting your head to the side to give him better access, and this time when your hips bucked upwards, you didn’t feel as ashamed. It wasn’t long before he was tugging at your collar, trying to gain access to the tops of your breasts.

You slipped a hand between your bodies, doing the best you could to open the laces on your shirtfront despite the awkward angle. That was all the invitation Edmund needed. He began a trail of heated, open mouthed kisses along your collarbones, each one leaving a faint red mark in their wake. Your body felt as though it was on fire, pleasure and want coiling deep in your stomach.

Every sense you had was filled with Edmund, his smell, his taste, the feeling of his lips and fingers exploring your exposed torso. He touched you as though you were something precious, his personal goddess of love and beauty laid almost bear beneath him. You moaned his name over and over, like a prayer, begging your most devoted follower to offer all he had in the worship of your body and soul.

Edmund…Edmund…

“Edmund!”

The two of you split apart as though you had just been burned, Edmund scrambling to his feet while you hurriedly tried to arrange your shirtfront back into place. Above you stood Peter, every inch a High King with his face like thunder and the afternoon sunlight glinting off the peaks of his golden crown.

You kept your eyes trained to the ground, studying where the grass had been trampled0 beneath your footsteps earlier on. Any explanation for this was going to have to come from Edmund, your tongue had left you to fend for yourself and you wanted nothing more than for the training pitch to open up and swallow you up.

“Peter…I…we-” Edmund’s voice was shaky, sounding more like a little boy who’d been caught nicking sweets than a grown man of one and twenty.

“I have been looking for you. Everywhere.” Peter’s tone was even, but there was a biting inflection to each word that made you wince “The council. Has been looking for you.”

Edmund’s cheeks went from flushed to pale so quickly, you were afraid he might swoon.

“Oh God. The foreign policy meeting. Was that today?”

“Yes, Ed! It was hours ago, or would’ve been if you’d actually bothered to show up. I had a room of dignitaries and house representatives, some of them all the was from Calmoren, looking at me like I was the biggest fool ever to walk the face of the Earth, and asking where you were. As if I had any bloody idea!”

Peter’s shouts rang out through the air, clear and dripping with every ounce of disappointment the young king could muster. While his ire was directly entirely at Edmund, you couldn’t help the cold shock of guilt that was now settling in your stomach. Edmund had been distracted lately because of you, he’d even said so himself.

“I’m sorry!” you cried out suddenly, rising to your feet so you could take hold of Edmund’s hand “It’s my fault. He wanted to come and see me, that’s why he missed the meeting. I’m so sorry Pe- Your Highness.”

There was little change to Peter’s expression, saved for a single raised brow. However, his eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly as he looked you over, taking in your mussed shirt and hair, and the way you were clinging to Edmund’s arm.

“Who’s idea was it to come out here?”

You and Edmund exchanged a quick glance, but said not a word.

Peter let out a sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his boots, before trying again.

“Tell me. Whose idea was it?”

“Mine.” Edmund interjected, before you could even open your mouth in his defence “I said we were going to have sparring practice”

It was all Peter could do not to roll his eyes.

“Wonderful. Then you can be the one to explain to the council why the meeting was moved to next week.”

Any glib comment Edmund might have made in reply was silenced as Peter grabbed his brother by the collar, and proceeded to drag him off by the scruff like a misbehaving puppy. You watched as Edmund was frogmarched across the training pitch, Peter half carrying him as though Edmund wasn’t at least a good foot taller and wearing full plate armour. The look on the High King’s face told you that this was something he’d had more practice doing than he probably liked.

They were about halfway across the field when Edmund finally wrenched himself free from Peter’s grasp, which in turn caused some sort of argument to break out. You were too far away to hear clearly, but you caught a snippet or two, mostly Peter’s exasperated baritone saying something about “the wedding is in a month, just wait, would you?”

He punctuated that statement by cuffing Edmund around the ear, and though the younger man yelped in protest, he didn’t return the blow. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, imagining that this was also most likely a scene that had frequently played out in Edmund’s life. He seemed to forgive Peter quickly, however, since he didn’t pull away when Peter then slung an arm across his shoulders.

Before long, the two of them were approaching the cluster of trees just before the path that would lead back to the castle courtyard. Just before they disappeared from view, Edmund turned back to face you, brought a hand to his mouth and mimed tossing a kiss to where you were waiting. You laughed, delighted, and returned your own volley of kisses, which Edmund then pretended to store in his pockets for later.

Edmund was a lot of things. Stubborn. Sarcastic, and well acquainted with a healthy sense of mischief. But in spite of all that, at least he was never boring.

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