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[George's brow furrows, and he takes the flower from behind his ear.]

No? Your majesty...

[He glances down the corridor and leans closer, his voice lower.]

You know you have my heart.

I know.

But she is very forward.

[She scowls.]

No one would say a thing if you kissed her. They would commend you.

[But if he kissed Lucy where anyone could see-

-they have a complicated affair.]

[George feels that complication too. Even more now that they're separated more than usual. Especially with Lucy's lordling flitting about.]

You wouldn't, though.

Is she really being forward?

George.

She would kiss you now, if you only bent down a little.

[Oh boy, George.]

I miss you.

Oh.

[Beyond his general obliviousness, George's definition of "forward" likely doesn't match Lucy's.]

I miss you too.

[He didn't think he would, so much, not when he can still see her every day.]

[He looks down the hall.]

You ought to come in.

[He doesn't ask if she's sure. He knows her better than that by now. Instead he nods, and smiles in a way he only smiles for Lucy.]

After you, majesty.

[This is a smaller room than the one back home, and the moment the door clothes she practically launches herself on him, kisses him on the mouth, and kisses him again, tangling her fingers in his hair.]

By the Lion, I thought that my heart would stop when I saw her with you.

[George wraps his arms around her and lifts her from her feet to kiss her.]

You didn't really think that I would want her, did you? When I have you?

[She kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him.]

No, I would never imagine you leaving me.

I would never imagine-

[But there's another kiss.]

But I have missed you so much.

[George laughs as she kisses him, and he spins to sit on the bed with her in his lap.]

Tell me we don't come to Archenland often?

Because there are too many thunderstorms.

[Lucy is terrified of thunder, finding her way under beds or into Peter's bed, as though she is not an adult.]

And I can't hold you when they come.

[He kisses the corner of her mouth and then along the line of her jaw.]

If one comes while we are here, I will find you.

[She lifts her chin, so he can kiss her neck, and runs her hands down his shoulders.]

I will trust no one else.

[George's kisses are lingering, moving in a slow path down her neck to her shoulder.]

If one comes I will find you. Let anyone try to stand in my way.

Yes?

[Her heart flutters, and she shifts a little into his lap, and bends her head, over George's curls.]

Please don't forget that. Come find me, always.

Always.

[His answer is murmured against her skin, but then he pulls back to look her in the eye.]

I will always come find you. Always.

[Not only in a thunderstorm.]

[She nudges him a little, this hands, so she can stand, and she takes her time, now. Undressing, most of the time, it's complicated, because there are ties and stays and laces. But she starts with her overdress, undoing the ties, and then pulling it off.]

You must pay attention. You will need to help me put it back on.

[She reaches behind her and tugs at her stays.]

And perhaps take it off.

[George huffs out a soft laugh. As if he isn't drinking in every detail of this moment.]

Believe me, I'm paying attention.

[He watches her fingers as they move, and his mouth goes dry, so he swallows and smiles a little. His voice is gruff.]

Very close attention.

[She takes her bodice off, and then all that’s left is her petticoats and her white chemise. She tugs that off her shoulders so she is bare from the waist up. She looks like she has been made from marble, her skin is so creamy, her nipples rosy.

Her skin is flushing with heat.]

Should you like to touch?

[George's cheeks are flushed as well, and he watches her like he's trying to paint her in his mind. It's not that he's never seen a naked woman before. In Tashbaan, he'd seen plenty. Some of the harem girls thought it was funny to literally throw themselves at him. (That is what George considers forward.)

With Lucy it feels precious.

His blood seems to be pounding in his ears--what hasn't gone straight to his cock--and while he hears her, it takes a moment for the words to register.]

Oh, yes. Yes, I would very much like to touch you.

[She takes an easy step closer, and then ducks her head a little, and takes his hand. She guides it, letting his fingers skim her belly, up to one breast, and then she lets go.

Let him touch as he likes.]

[George's breath catches as she moves his hand over her, and he looks up to meet her eyes, watching her face. His own are so dark it's hard to tell iris from pupil. He cups her breast in his palm, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. This he hasn't done before.

He leans up to kiss her as his thumb finds her nipple.]

[She looks at him, and she is bright eyed, flushed and desirous. His fingers find her nipple and she presses up against him, and takes him for a kiss, hard and demanding. It feels better than she imagined it could feel.

She’s hungry for his touch.

She closes her eyes as she kisses him, and tangles her hands in his curls.]

I have never done anything like this before.

[George pushes into the kiss with a soft growl, one hand curling around the back of her neck. Her fingers in his hair feel better than they have any right to, and he pulls back to look at her, his voice ragged.]

Neither have I, but I have thought about it a lot. With you, I mean. God, I've thought about this so many times.

[And dreamt about it. Lucy must have noticed by now, how often he wakes up with his hard cock pressed against her.]

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