narnia au;

[illuminescent]

how did you get here? through a wardrobe, or through death, or maybe a portal gone terribly astray. a ring. the roar of a lion. in the bottom of a cup. because you were looking for something, or missing something. no matter how you got there, this is where you belong.

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[illuminescent]

[She wiggles against him.]

They will think you very lazy.

[She's teasing, now, and it's so good.]

[curlytop]

[George laughs and kisses her forehead.]

They will think something else entirely.

[They may love and respect their queen, but once rumors of marriage start flying, they'll come to the logical conclusion.]

[illuminescent]

Will they?

That we are making them a prince?

[She laughs a little, but presses her nose against his neck, kisses him.]

Perhaps we will go on a grand tour. Make everyone in Calormen pretend they are happy for us, and know they are seething.

[Narnian whore, they would call her, behind her back. Where George might just be able to hear it. Lucy doesn't know that. George would.]

[curlytop]

[He kisses her happily, nuzzling into her hair.]

That's exactly what they'll think.

[At her suggestion of a grand tour, he shakes his head.]

I don't think we should leave Narnia again. Not any time soon.

[illuminescent]

Well, perhaps we should make it true.

[She laughs a little, because she's not ashamed of it. Why should she be?

He holds her and she feels whole.]

No? I do not particularly wish to leave Narnia either.

[They may have to, in the future. Lucy doesn't always get to stay; she may have to go, and George will go with her. That much is certain - she refuses to be parted from him.]

[curlytop]

[He kisses her, sweet and slow.]

If they're saying it anyway, we might as well.

[Hey knows they'll have to go eventually, but not now, and not to Calormen. Rabadash has been humiliated, and his temper is cruel and sharp.]

We've only just returned. We should stay a while at least.

[illuminescent]

You are trying to get more of me.

[She laughs, and clambers on top of him.]

My maids are coming any moment.

I cannot believe you will break their hearts.

[curlytop]

[He kisses her again anyway. Her maids will find out eventually.]

Break their hearts? How am I breaking their hearts?

[illuminescent]

They giggled and whispered and wished for you attention, my love.

[She kisses him back, and refuses to get down.]

But you belong to the queen first.

And the queen, well. She belongs to you.

[curlytop]

You're the only one who ever had my attention.

[Hence not noticing the giggling or the whispering.

He leans up into the kiss, his palms stroking down her sides slowly.]

The queen belongs to Narnia.

[He grins.]

Lucy's all mine, though.

[illuminescent]

Yes?

[She laughs, and kisses him again.]

Yes, just so.

[curlytop]

Yes. From the moment I saw you I don't think I've really seen anyone else.

[He watched her enough that first night for it to be true.]

How much time d'you reckon we have before your maids interrupt?

[illuminescent]

You-

[She starts to speak, but she can't finish.]

You know all the secret ways into my heart.

[She says it and almost lets out a sob of relief. instead she kisses him on the mouth.]

I think you have always known them. You were born knowing them.

[She turns a moment, just to look at the door.]

Turn us over. We have enough time.

[curlytop]

[George doesn't know what to say to that. He always feels like he's stumbling over words or saying the wrong thing, but he does, on occasion, say something right.

He kisses her instead, and a moment later he's rolled them easy, laying Lucy on her back and beaming down at her.]

You're so beautiful, Lucy. [His smile grows.] My wife.

[illuminescent]

My husband.

[She smiles.]

The most beautiful woman you've seen?

[She is fishing for compliments, but she likes to hear him say it. She loves him no matter what, but the way he only has eyes for her makes her more than a little pleased.]

[curlytop]

[He kisses her lips, then her cheek, then her neck and down her shoulder.]

The most beautiful woman I've seen.

[George wonders sometimes if it's a Shadowhunter thing, this singlemindedness in love. Simon with Isabelle, Jace with Clary, Alec with Magnus. It was like they fell in love and never even saw anyone else. He feels a slight pang at not being able to share this with Simon, talk to him about Lucy the way Simon had talked to him about Isabelle.

He sweeps the thought aside and pushes himself up to kiss her again.]

[illuminescent]

[She laughs, because she knows he is telling the truth at the same time that it cannot possibly be true. She is not as beautiful as her sister, her divine and resplendent sister. But she knows that for him, it doesn't matter. She laughs, and it's the kind of laugh that only comes from pleasure.

She raises her neck when he kisses down, and raises her head to kiss him on the mouth. Her hands press flat over his chest, and down, to his waist.]

You are the most wonderful man I know.

Better than any other.

[A high bar, hen her brother is the High King, when her brothers are both so good.]

[curlytop]

[He smiles for the same reason. Her brothers are wonderful and so many other Narnians are as well. But it only matters that she thinks he is.

He kisses her slowly, taking his time even though he knows they may not have much time. Tugging her shift up, he lets his warm hands trail up her body slowly, tracing familiar curves that are somehow more precious now.]

I love you, mo chridhe.

[illuminescent]

I love you, my heart.

[She says it, moving enough to tug her shift away. She's naked then, and her hands catch his gently, not to move them away. She leans down into them, her weight catching in his arms.]

I love how strong you are, as well. You hold me so well.

[curlytop]

[His hands skim up her sides to her breasts, and one continues further, curling around the back of Lucy's neck to tug her into a kiss.]

I will always hold you. Anytime you need.

[illuminescent]

[She leans down to kiss him and kiss him again, and to tug her body up and reach down to pull his trousers down and then to rock on his cock, but not let him inside of her, not yet.]

Need?

How about want?

[curlytop]

[He rolls his hips up to her, making a noise into the kiss that's disappointed and pleased at once.]

Aye, want as well. I will hold you anywhere, anytime at all.

[He drags his shaft through her wetness, grinding up against her clit.]

[illuminescent]

[She makes this noise when he touches her clit, and it's high pitched and desperate. Oh.

Oh.]

I will hold you close and never let you go.

George-

[She moves a little, so she slides on his dick again, still not on him.]

I can hold your hand. Whenever I like. In public.

[curlytop]

[George's noise is deeper, rumbling, and he tilts his hips so the next time he rocks up, the tip of his cock catches at her entrance.]

Will you? Hold my hand?

[His voice is rough, and his breath hitches as he leans up for another kiss.]

[illuminescent]

Ah-

[She rocks down, then, so he's inside of her and she's gasping, her hands reaching for his, one hand catching his and bringing it up to her mouth and kissing the inside of his wrist.]

You will have-oh-trouble making me let you go.

[She rocks down on him, more pressure, tighter, better.]