Three Sentence Ficathon

They can still hear the maenads and fauns singing close by--Susan didn't want to leave the sleeping Lucy unattended for too long--but already Edmund is parting her petticoats and lifting her legs as she crushes the treebark beneath her fingers. This is harder now--it took a while to find a tree that leaned at a good angle for her to lean against, and her stomach is already bigger than it was barely a month ago when he came to her on bent knees as he pressed his tongue deep into her cunt--but they're managing.

Her head rolls back with his thrusting but he's quick to catch her head before she smacks her skull into the tree--he's so tender with her now--and reminds her so gently that she has to be careful now. "This is our child in here," he murmurs as he takes his hand from her hair to press against her stomach and his eyes are so dark with want and the wine even as he drives deeper into her.

"This," she pants and she doesn't have the excuse of drink addled brains to lend her a blush, "and how ever many more you can give me."

There are just some things that they cannot say to anyone. When their mother asks Susan how she and Edmund spent their night out the night before, she tells their mother about the cinema and about how he was the only decent dancer in the room when they popped into a dance hall later, but she doesn't tell her how the whisky that Edmund drank stun her tongue as they kissed later that night. When their father asked Edmund how he minded staying with his sister in Susan's flat--their parents and Peter nearly shouted the roof down when they found out that all of Susan's friends had "backed out" of going in on a flat together and insisted she take Edmund with her "for her own protection" although Lucy gave them a long look from the corner of her eyes when Susan "reluctantly" agreed--he mentions having to tighten a few leaky pipes or the excellent shop down around the corner that sells fantastic fish, but he certainly doesn't mention that they celebrated the late arrival of Susan's monthly (it'd been an anxious week for them both) by fucking so long that a neighbor accusingly warned Edmund that Susan must have sneaked a man up the next morning because she heard the bed squeaking all night.

There's lots of things they can't say to anyone if they want to keep this small slice of heaven they have; it'll just have to stay their secret.