Title: Of Pains and Paintings

Summary: Lucy was just trying to paint. Suspian. One-shot.

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: As C.S Lewis said, "Why not write stories for yourself to fill up the gaps in Narnian history? I've left you plenty of hints - especially where Lucy and the Unicorn are talking in The Last Battle. I feel I have done all I can!"

"The soldier's shoulder surely hurts!"

-An English Tongue-twister

"I do wish you'd stay still, Susan."

"I am."

"No, you aren't. You're ruining my painting!"

"You could have chosen a more willing subject! You dragged me out of archery practice."

Queen Lucy Pevensie just sighed, adding more paint to her brush. It was mid-day, and Susan felt incredibly tired from holding her position for nearly two hours. Being dressed in her battle armor wasn't helping either.

"It shan't take more than another hour. And try to smile a little, it's going on display, and Narnia wants to see their Queen smiling."

"They'll see their Queen being tortured by a little girl," hissed Susan through gritted teeth.

"Keep your arms up; the bow's sagging."

"I'll do as I please, Lucy, you pain in—"

"Is everything alright?" Susan turned around to see the source of accented voice enter the chamber, no doubt attracted from their loud bickering.

"Have you come to spring me, Caspian?" she said hopefully.

"No he isn't!" cried Lucy indignantly, "And turn back around Susan."

Caspian the tenth smiled in amusement, "You look mighty comfortable, Susan."

"Oh, shut up."

"Well, if it pleases your highness, I'll be glad to keep you company as Lucy finishes her painting."

"If it makes her more agreeable," Lucy conceded, "There! I've finished your arms."

Susan looked relieved, "Finally!" She put her bow to rest.

Lucy glanced up, "What are you doing? I haven't done the shadows yet!"

"You're joking! My arms ache, can't we take a break?"

"Absolutely not! The light is perfect right now."

Susan felt as though her arms were on fire, as she told her muscles to hold straight. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead.

Suddenly, Susan's arms were being held by someone else's. She sighed in relief, the pain disappearing.

"Better?" whispered Caspian in her ear. She shivered by his closeness. His hands wiped away the sweat on her forehead, his breath on her neck raising goosebumps.

"Much!" called Lucy from the other side of the room.

They stood like that for a few minutes, in their awkward embrace. Susan grew uncomfortably still as she realized Caspian's dark eyes were fixed on her. She stilled further as she felt his lips at the crook of her neck, kissing her softly.

"You think we can escape?" she whispered so that only he would hear.

"If we're quick," he murmured, his lips moving up to her jaw.

She dropped her bow, and grabbed Caspian's hand as they both fled the drawing room as fast as they could.

They ran out into the courtyard laughing as they tripped and rolled onto the soft grass. Caspian's arms wove around Susan's waist as he softly kissed her lips. She giggled and wound her arms around the base of his neck, deepening their kiss. Their joy was short lived, though, as they were interrupted by a shriek that could be heard from the highest tower in Cair Paravel.

"I'm going to kill you Caspian!"