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[Like they are normal lovers. As though this isn't a secret, as if they could do this in a town square, and just be two people, two young lovers together.

Lucy knows it's not possible. But it's nice to imagine, a little.]

Perhaps I will take you with me somewhere where no one knows what I look like, and we can be together as any pair could.

[George smiles faintly and takes her hand.]

Where can you go that they don't know your face, majesty?

Telmar.

[She presses against him, and her hand tightens against his.]

We could go to Telmar and-

-be normal. For just a time.

[Not for the first time, George thinks about what it would be like if they'd met in his world. If he could take Lucy out to see a film or go to the pub or just have dinner with his family. Or hers.]

I will follow you anywhere in this world or any other, majesty.

[He brushes her cheek with his free hand.]

But I don't know that we could ever be normal.

I know you would.

[She says and it means a lot that he would say that, that he would mean it. She wraps her arms around his waist, and her ear is against his heart.]

No.

I do not think we will ever be normal.

[George holds her close against him and huffs out a laugh.]

You know, before I left home, all I wanted was to be something more than just ordinary. Now, I wish I could be ordinary again.

What would we do, if we were ordinary?

[Lucy knows here, in Narnia; they would marry, simply. They would have a life together. They would have children together.

But she wants to know what George would say.]

In my home?

[He pauses a moment. It's difficult to think about home sometimes. He wouldn't go back, if given the chance--not without Lucy, and he knows she wouldn't leave her kingdom behind. But he still misses it.]

We'd have met at school. Or maybe university, if we were both ordinary. And I'd take you out sometimes. We'd go see...a play. Or a concert. We could hold hands and kiss and no one would care or even notice mostly.

We'd get married, and have kids, and...all that.

Yes?

You would be a fierce father.

[She doesn't move away from him.]

If we were ordinary here, we would have a little house. I would be able to cook and clean. We would have a small, simple wedding, and I would wear flowers.

And we would have children.

Aye. Just so.

[He smiles a little to think of it. Not so different from his home. Just a question of what the house looks like.]

You'd be such a good mum.

At home I was a shepherd. I could do that here just as well.

Yes.

[She says it, and she tugs him to sit down, so she can sit in his lap. They're against a tree, secluded, and her skirts cover his legs.]

But we cannot have that. So here we are.

[He holds her close against his chest, his legs crossed underneath them both.]

Aye, here we are. Two people who love each other and spend every day together.

[Her smile is wide, suddenly. And she's laughing.]

Are you telling me, my good sir, my most loyal guard, that your queen is feeling sorry for herself?

[He smiles as well, warm, if a little melancholy.]

I am telling you, my queen, that I love you, and that we are together. Whatever else we might wish for...that's enough.

[She gets up on her knees, and kisses him, straddling his lap.]

Yes.

Yes, I know.

[She presses her forehead against his.]

Do you wish-

-we could, here.

[She's so clear.]

[He's relatively certain he understands what she's asking, but he does want to be sure.]

Do I wish what, majesty?

[Also, he maybe likes to see her blush.]

[She is turning red.]

We can. Ah.

[She kisses him again, and presses one hand between his legs.]

Ohhh.

[His hips roll up into her touch automatically, and he kisses her back eagerly.]

Here under the trees, majesty?

No one will come looking.

[Besides, she sort of likes the thrill.]

I want you. Please?

Yes.

[He smiles and kisses her again, cradling her head in his hand.]

Yes, always.

[He's not sure he would ever deny her.]

[She smiles against his mouth, and hitches her skirts up, moving her hands down to his breeches. It's all ties and fabric, but Lucy is used to it, her fingers certain as she frees his cock and strokes it gently, at first.]

You have to keep an ear out. All right?

[Although what they'll do if they're caught is a mystery.]

[George groans softly as she touches him, shifting to lean back against the tree.]

I have a trick for that.

[He deftly slips his would-be stele from his pouch and uses it to draw a quick rune to improve his hearing onto his forearm. Without the pain of his wound to distract him, the sting of it does make him wince a little. Maybe with practice he'll be better at this, but he doesn't mind. As the sounds of tents being set up creeps into his ears, he smiles.]

I'll hear anyone coming in time.

[She gasps a little, because magic, and also because she's giggling a little as she presses up against his dick, rocking down against him.]

Yes?

[She presses kisses against his jawline, his cheek, his mouth.]

You are so good, my most loyal lover.

[From what George heard that the Academy, using runes for sex is something of a rite of passage. This isn't the particular rune people usually talk about, but George likes to think he's being innovative here.

He rolls his hips up to meet her, groaning softly.]

We ought to keep our voices down even so.

[The last thing they need is a herd of minotaurs stampeding in at the sound of their queen's screams.]

[She laughs as she lowers herself down onto him, reaching down to assist a little before she bucks her hips. When he fills her, she lets out a breath, because it's still a new sensation and she's still learning how to best make it good. She rocks a little on his cock.]

Yes, so kiss me.

[So she can't quite groan. So his mouth will swallow her noises, and she'll swallow his.]

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