i feel that at the end of the year i am making a list of everyone my pevensies have slept with, and that it should be as long as possible. especially considering the fact that i've now written peter/sarah friggin' connor.


she knows almost immediately from looking around that this isn't the hotel where peter and the others are staying. there's no luggage, and the only food in sight is the chinese takeout on the desk, the two pints of ben & jerry's beside it.

she says, "why are you doing this, peter?"

he puts his head to one side, watching her. "doing what?"

"don't play coy with me."

he doesn't say anything. he steps towards her and touches her hair lightly with one hand, raises it away from her neck so that he can kiss that spot beneath her ear that he knows she likes. susan shivers a little.

"are you cold?" peter asks without moving an inch.

"your ice cream is melting," susan says.

"i hear it does that," peter says, not pulling away. "susan," he says, and she shuts him up by kissing him.

"let's just be us," she says, backing him up towards the bed. "forget about miraz, forget about your job, forget about prison, let's just be us."