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[She moans a little, and then more, her hips pushing up against her will. She didn't think that this was going to happen.

She didn't think that this was how it would feel, even though the last time it was good. Something about this is better. Maybe because he knows more about her body, at least a little.]

Tell me-

[She breathes.]

Tell me what you should like.

Oh, Lucy...

[He buries his face in her neck a moment before he can answer, his voice gruff.]

I want to be inside you. I want to feel you around me, around my...my cock.

[He doesn't have the language to talk about this in terms a Narnian might. It's difficult for him not to say that he wants to fuck her, to talk about her pussy or her cunt.]

[The blush is immediate, fast and intense, bright and embarrassed but desperate regardless. She wants that, too. She wants him.]

Take your hand away, then.

I think-

You cannot be atop me. You're too heavy.

[George laughs softly. He's fairly certain he could bear his own weight, but he won't argue.]

Here, then.

[He moves, swift and fluid, pulling his hand away and rolling onto his back, hands on her hips to keep her steady as he settles her on top of him.]

Will this do?

[She laughs a little.]

Is it all right?

[She doesn't know much about sex but she knows that she has been told that men-

-like to be on top.

But then she is George's queen. He's sworn to her.]

I am quite enamored of the view.

[George laughs as well, shifting easily to slide his breeches down, the only clothing he's wearing.]

It's more than all right, my love. It's perfect. You're...you're so beautiful, Lucy.

[He sits up to kiss her, hand cupping the back of her neck.]

[Her blush is furious, red and bright and down her chest, but he’s kissing her and he calls her my love and she thinks her heart could burst for this man who was a slave, not so long ago, and who is in her bed now. He will not leave her.

She will not let him.

She presses down and back, until his cock is rubbing against her cunt, the head of it just inside her.

She takes her time to lower herself onto him, and the suddenly he is inside her.]

Oh-

[She rocks once, experimentally.]

[She moves over him and his cock throbs at the contact. His breath catches, and he pulls back to look at her to meet her eyes as she takes him into her.]

Oh...

[His eyes are wide, his lips parted. He's never felt this close to anyone, and he never wants to be parted from her.]

[She rocks again and is surprised by the noise she makes, because she had expected to make no noise at all. She whimpers and rocks a third time, putting her hands on his shoulder for leverage. It is strange, uncomfortable for the first moment, but then as she moves and as she starts to feel hotter about it, less self-conscious, as she relaxes, things start to feel better.

She rocks again, faster this time.]

Tell me-

Is this good? This feels so-

[She looks down at where her body is taking his in.]

I feel so full, it's better-

[She rocks, and George's breath catches because it's perfection. He rolls his hips up, matching her rhythm, one hand on her hip to keep her steady.]

Lucy... Yes. God, it's good.

[It's amazing, better than he has words for. He's inside her, and she feels so good around him, tight and hot, squeezing him perfectly.]

It's perfect.

Oh.

[She whispers it, and keeps moving. From this angle, she can control this, and she can push his cock against her clit. She doesn't exactly know what she's doing but she knows it feels good.

And she knows she likes the way he's whispering, like this is the best thing that she could have given him.]

By the Lion, George, I'm going to move faster-

[And she does, because it feels better. She's breathing over him, panting, and then she covers her mouth with one hand to muffle her cry when she comes, fluttering around his cock.]

[She moves like she knows what she's doing, but George supposes they're both working on instinct. His breath picks up with her pace.]

Yes... Lucy, come on, mo chridhe...

[He bites back a groan as she comes around him, teeth digging into his lip to stop him coming along with her. He grips her hips so tightly his fingers will leave bruises.]

[It is fortunate for the both of them that no one really sees Lucy naked except for George, because she knows there will be marks, she knows she will trace them in the night, when it’s dark, and he is asleep next to her.

There is no greater luxury than that, then to turn in the night and trace his features and know she is in the safest possible place. That he would guard her until the end of the world.

But right now she rocks against him through the shuddering of her orgasm, and moves off him. She knows he’s close, and there are risks she can’t afford. They can’t afford.

She takes him in hand and strokes him, faster than she was moving.]

[It's a good job she moves when she does. As it is, it only takes a few strokes of Lucy's hand before he's coming, fist in his mouth to muffle his groan. He keeps hold of her as he comes, leaving another set of marks, as his whole body seems to tense and then release in a shuddering climax.]

[She doesn't move for a long, long moment, but finally she lifts up off him to get a cloth and clean them both off. Once they're clean, she comes in and settles on him, so their legs tangle.

It only takes a moment but her arms are around him like he might escape otherwise.]

I feel as though this is too good. I have to hold you lest you vanish.

[George wraps his arms around her just as tightly, wanting to hold onto this moment, when they don't have to be queen and guard.]

Never. I'm not going anywhere without you.

They will think you the strangest of guards. To always be by my side.

[She stays close, though. She doesn't mind.]

I will always have you.

I have never cared what they think of me.

[He kisses the top of her head, fingers stroking lazily over her spine.]

I will be yours. Nothing else is important.

[She presses her chin on his chest.]

Truly?

[She smiles a little.]

You know I would ask you to marry me. If we could.

[He plays idly with her hair, smiling faintly.]

I know you would.

{It's not the greatest comfort in the world, but it's enough.]

And I think you would do the same.

[She relaxes a bit more in his arms.]

I cannot wait to be home.

I would have done already, if I thought you could say yes.

[He closes his eyes and relaxes as well.]

Nor me. I don't like the way they look at you here.

How do they look at me?

[She sits up a little, to look at him in the eye.]

[He curls his fingers under her chin.]

Like you should not spend so much time with your guard.

[She looks a little surprised, then.]

Do they?

[She holds onto him, then.]

I do not like how they look at you.

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