Ok lets try again.
This is a story about a girl named Clare, and a Boy named Peter, who just happenes to be a king (if you havent guessed their in Narnia)
They're best friends, and do everything together. but they hold a secret love that they dont know about. This is absolutly pointless. i'm just in the mood for love lol

Peter sat in his study, surrounded by papers, and the familiar scent of his best friend, and secret love, Clare. She was perched on the edge of his dest helping him sort through papers of forign matters. Archenland and Narnia had been having a few conflicts lately, and he didnt want a war to break out.

"Ugh" he groned, as he laied his head in his arms. "Too much work."
Clare set down the papers she had been sorting, and hopped off the edge of the desk. She grabbed him by the arms. "Come on Peter." she led him to the couch and sat down. Peter sat next to her, and spralled himself across the sofa, laying his head in her lap.
"You work too hard" she said, and began to run her fingers through his hair.
Peter nodded in agreement.
"You need to relax more" Clare said, as she massaged his neck, shoulders.

Peter sat up, smiling. "That felt good"
Clare smiled and climbed behind him. She lightly ran her fingers down his neck and across his shoulders, and began to rub them.
Peter's heart did flip flops and so did hers.

The way she made him feel, was undescribable, and he wished he had the guts to tell her that. The more she rubbed his shoulders the more he wanted to sweep her in his arms, and kiss her, like he had never kissed anyother.
The more he thought about it, the more appealing it became.

He grabbed her hands and gently tugged on them. She tilted her head over his shoulder, and stared at him with her deep blue, questioning eyes.
He leaned in closer, and with out thinking, he kissed her. Long, and passonitly. He held her in his arms tightly, moving his hands around her curves.

Clare cupped his face with her hands, and kissed him feircley. This had been everything she had ever dreamed of and more. With each passing second their kiss was deepened, filled with undenyable love, and passion.

Peter laid down across the couch, and pulled her along with him. Neither of them knew how far it would go, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was that their fantasy's had come true.