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[She is smiling, watching him.]

You may touch me, my most honorable guard.

[He is hers, completely. They both know it.]

[He sits up to look at her, his hand skimming up her side.]

You're so beautiful. Perfect.

[His voice is hushed, awed. He's not sure what he did to deserve to be in bed with her like this, but he's so very glad for whatever it was.]

No.

Not so.

[She spreads her legs, just a little, so that he can see her, so that he can touch her, if he wants. She brings her hands up to her face, to hide her face, just a little.]

There are prettier girls. There are sweeter girls. Oh, but I want you. I want you to think I am perfect.

[George reaches gently for her hands, pulling them away from her face.]

Sweeter girls, maybe, but I don't want a sweet girl. You're perfect for me.

[He takes her hand and presses it to his chest where his heart is pounding.]

I want you, Lucy. You and no other.

You called me by my name.

[Her own heart skips a beat, one, and then two, and it feels like it restarts for him. She looks at him with an expression on her face that wants more.]

You may have me. Only you. I belong to you, surely.

It seemed like, if I can't call you by your name here and now, we've no right being in bed together.

[It still felt like a risk when he said it, but it's something precious as well.]

It's enough that you're mine here, like this.

Yes.

Please, call me by my name when we are together.

[He leans forward to kiss him.]

When you say my queen or your majesty I have only heard I love you.

But you say my name like I am the only thing that matters to you.

[He leans into the kiss, his hand moving to stroke down her side.]

You are the only thing. Lucy.

[He laughs softly, like the truth of that is not a weighty thing.]

[She breathes and laughs, but it's a laugh that says that while she didn't expect it, it's exactly what she wanted to hear.]

Please-

[She reaches and kisses him again, and tugs him closer.]

[He kisses her slowly, holding her close against him. It's impossible to choose between taking his time and letting his passion go, and his fingers tremble as he tugs her leg up over his hip. He strokes his hand down her thigh, cupping her ass a moment before sliding his fingers along her slit.]

[He breath catches, and she nudges her leg on his hip a little, so he knows-

-this feels fantastic. She thinks for a moment how lucky she is, to have someone who cares so deeply for her pleasure. Her hands span over his chest, over the hard muscle there, and down to his stomach.

When she touches his cock, it's almost shy, gentle, her fingers just brushing against the head of it for a moment, and then she takes him in hand.]

[The brush of her fingers makes him shudder, and he tangles his fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss. Even with her hand on him, it's her pleasure he focuses on. He knows already how to get himself off.

With his fingers sliding through her wetness, he wonders if she's ever touched herself, if she knows what she likes. The thought of it makes him groan into her mouth.]

[She's moaning a little, her hips chasing his fingers, to try and get more of his touch. She curls up against him, and the moaning is turning to whimpers.]

George-

Please, George-

[George's fingers are long and dextrous, and when he finds her clit, he circles it with his fingertip, rubbing firmly.]

Aye, Lucy. Tell me what you need, m'eudail.

I don't know!

[She whispers it as she bucks up against him. She's never done anything like this before, and she closes her eyes to try and capture this feeling. Her hand against him tightens a little, but not enough to be uncomfortable.]

It feels, right there, that touch is so good.

[Far from being uncomfortable, it draws a deep groan from George, and he pushes into her grip. He circles her clit faster, his touch firm.]

I want to make you feel so good. I want to make you come, Lucy. My queen.

[She's moving her hand now, up and down along his shaft, and she's frantically pushing her mouth against his skin, to bite and tease and taste.]

Oh, my love.

[She rocks and it doesn't take very much to make her shudder, to make her sigh against him. It doesn't rock her, but her orgasm is fluttering, surprising.]

By the Lion, what was that?

[George gives a breathless laugh, his fingers gentling and slowing.]

I think, I hope, that was an orgasm.

[Her face is red.]

Oh-

Oh!

[She seems completely surprised by this.]

Ah. Should you like to take your pleasure, too?

[And she kisses him, gently, on his laughing mouth.]

[He kisses her easily, still laughing.]

I would, yes. I would very much like to take my pleasure.

[She tugs his face to hers, and she kisses him again. She will never get enough of this.]

What should you like me to do?

[There's so much George would like her to do, he hardly knows where to start. He kisses her slowly and wraps his hand around hers on his cock.]

Like this. With your hand...god, Lucy...

[Her smile is bright; he looks like this is the only thing he has ever wanted. She rocks her hand against his cock, and starts to move her wrist.]

Is this what you wanted?

Yes, yes just that.

[He laughs as he watches her face, happy to see her smiling like this. He guides her hand over him, palm rubbing over the crown.]

Like this.

Oh-

[It's wet, but she's not at all repulsed; she's more curious at the way his hips stutter, at the way that he's breathing, the way he's laughing. She tugs her fingers at the underside of his crown, and runs her thumb over the slit at the head.]

This is good?

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