hey, remember when you said that narnia was never going to let you write about modern things like falling asleep in front of the tv and bus stops and whatnot? GOTCHA NOW. that is the beauty of the au.


"i don't know, mr. pevensie," susan says primly. "it might not be safe. haven't you just gotten out of prison?"

"i'll show you," peter says, and surges up, catching her around the waist and pressing her down into the thick pile of comforters.

"peter!" susan squeaks despite herself, and peter's quick pickpocket's fingers are pulling up her blouse, dancing along her ribs, and susan giggles and giggles and giggles, swatting at his head in vain.

lucy relinquishes the bottle of jd to edmund and pounces on susan too. "suu-uuu," she singsongs. "ed, get over here before there's nothing left!"

"i'm no going to disappear!" susan protests.

"bring the bottle," peter adds.

"oh, peter, your priorities," susan manages to get out, pushing lucy's hands away as peter's settle calmly onto her hips, the curve of her stomach.

edmund kicks his shoes off and crawls up onto the bed with the bottle in his hand. he takes a mouthful of it and leans over towards peter, and peter turns his head up to take the liquor and the kiss in one smooth motion.

"told you," edmund says triumphantly to lucy.

"let me try!" she demands, and he obediently takes another mouthful of whiskey.

susan gets herself up and settles back against peter, her head against his shoulder as he curves an arm around her waist and takes the jd from edmund. "you up for the challenge?" he asks his sister, and susan says automatically, "anything you can do, i can do better."

"and in high heels," lucy adds.

peter and edmund both wince.

"i thought we didn't talk about that anymore," edmund says plaintively.

"it's all in the lips," peter tells susan, and tips the bottle back before he lowers his mouth to hers.

the kiss goes on rather longer than necessary to make the transfer.