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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[curlytop]

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

I think, I hope, that was an orgasm.

[illuminescent]

[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.]

[curlytop]

[He kisses her easily, still laughing.]

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

[illuminescent]

[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?

[curlytop]

[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...

[illuminescent]

[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?

[curlytop]

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.

[illuminescent]

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?

[curlytop]

[He makes a noise deep in his throat like a soft growl, and he pushes into her touch.]

Oh, yes. Lucy...it's so good.

[Somehow it's so much better than when he touches himself. He lets go of her hand to curl his around her hip, kissing her again.]

[illuminescent]

[She leans in to kiss his neck, and to bite a little, her hand moving faster now. She doesn't know much about sex but she knows that faster has to be better, that the more she moves the better he'll feel.

She kisses down a little more, to a nipple, and she keeps kissing, focusing on the noises he's making, on how good they sound.]

[curlytop]

[He tangles his fingers in her hair, and every scrape of her teeth draws a hiss of pleasure from him. Faster is definitely better, and he starts to thrust into her grip.

He tries to stay quiet--it's the middle of the day, and he has no way of knowing who will pass by--but he can't completely silence himself, and he lets out a breathless stream of curses.]

Ach, Lucy...I'm going to...I'm almost there...

[illuminescent]

My heart, you will make people think you are dying.

[She's giggling, though, and she's swallowing as much of his cursing as she can, kissing him over and over, until finally she gives into her curiosity and presses her mouth to the base of his dick, and runs her tongue along the length. It is is an odd taste, salty and bitter, but she finds she doesn't mind it.]

[curlytop]

Ah...shit, fuck, shit...Lucy!

[It's too much, and George shoves his fist into his mouth to muffle his groan as he comes, his free hand tangled firmly in her hair.]

[illuminescent]

[She laughs, but it's not because she's teasing, but because she's pleased, happy for a moment, even with her hair a mess and her hand a mess. She waits as he relaxes.]

My love, you must let go of my hair.

[She says it but there's no irritation in her voice. Her maids will have to do her hair again, but they are discreet; Lucy trusts them. At the moment, she's not worried about that. Instead she wants to come up and hold onto him, to be in love with him.]

[curlytop]

Sorry...sorry...

[He lets go and tugs her up to kiss him. In a moment, he'll think about the mess in her hand, but now he just wants to kiss her.]

[illuminescent]

No.

Do not apologize. That was.

[She laughs, and presses her hand against his chest, and kisses him.]

That was lovely.

[curlytop]

I only meant about the hair.

[He reaches up to brush back an errant lock.]

I'm not sorry about any of the rest.

[illuminescent]

No.

Do not apologize for that either.

[She ticks against him.]

Stay with me always. Please? Promise.

[curlytop]

[George curls himself around her, making a nest of their bodies. He kisses Lucy's temple. His voice is quiet and thoughtful.]

In my home...there's this bond that two people can share. It's not marriage, but it's a way for two people to pledge themselves. They're called parabatai, and it's...I don't know how to explain it. Anyway, there's a vow they say to each other, from some holy book.

[George isn't sure which holy book. The Shadowhunters aren't particular about their religious symbolism.]

Entreat me not to leave thee,
Or return from following after thee—
For whither thou goest, I will go,
And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.
Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.
Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me.

[illuminescent]

[They’re there, curled together, perfectly bound up in one another. Lucy has not often had moments where she has felt this safe, this loved, and she has always felt both. Her clean hand finds his.]

Yes.

That is just so.

That is what I feel for you.

[She puts her head on his shoulder.]

Here is my promise to you, my love. For as long as you stay I will remain a maiden queen, merry and gay, and refuse all suitors. You will have my heart, and carry it close, and know it is yours in your keeping.

[curlytop]

[He presses his cheek against the top of her head and tightens his arms around her.]

Then I will be content to keep it safe.

[He crooks his finger under her chin and tilts her face up to meet her eyes.]

When we're in court, I'll call you my queen and your highness and be your shadow. And when we're alone, I'll call you Lucy and mo chridhe and tell you that I love you.

[illuminescent]

What does that mean?

I think if I do not know, you can say it in public as well.

[But she thinks that he will still call her majesty and my queen.]

[curlytop]

It means, 'my heart.'

[Even if no one knows what it means, he's too cautious for that. He kisses her softly.]

We should clean you up.

[illuminescent]

Yes.

[She says it, but she gets up carefully, not really wanting to move apart from him. She wants more of his touch.

She stands and she’s not ashamed to have him see her nude. He touched her, kissed her intimately.]

And you, as well.

[curlytop]

[He pushes himself up to watch her, allowing himself a moment of not being her guard, of looking on her as a woman instead of a queen. After a moment, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed.]

I wish I could come to you tonight.