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Shhh George-

[She whispers it and smiles against his neck, her arms over his shoulders, her hands in his hair. She rocks against him and laughs, and then moans, because everytime she comes down on his cock the burst of pleasure makes her shiver and want more.]

Let me, let me-

[She means let her set the pace, and she starts to really buck, faster now.]

Oh, oh!

[George groans and then immediately moves to kiss her, muffling the sound with her mouth. His hand on her hip serves only to steady her as she rides him, and he makes a desperate noise into the kiss.]

[She lifts one hand to his cheek, and they're kissing like he's the only thing keeping her on this planet, and she doesn't care, because she can't think. She wants him to peak, and she's doing her damndest to make sure it happens, moving faster and tightening every muscle in her body, her other hand digging nails into his scalp.]

[It's only through sheer force of will that he hasn't come already, and when Lucy's nails dig into his scalp, he growls into her mouth and shoves her hips away, pulling out just a moment before he comes.]

[He pushes her away and she whimpers, tumbling a little. He's stronger than she is, and she manages to get up off his lap enough that her skirts don't catch any part of the mess.

She's scowling, now.]

Your turn, now.

[He reaches for her as soon as he's come.]

My turn?

[With a smile, he tugs her back to him, kissing her slowly as he slides a hand up her thigh.]

My turn for what?

Yes.

[She presses a kiss to his mouth, and slides up on her knees.]

I wish to peak as well.

[There's a tiny bit of a pout before she kisses him on the mouth again, and it disappears.]

[George curls one hand around the back of her head to kiss her, and his other hand quickly finds its way between her legs, fingers sliding through her wetness to plunge into her, curling and stroking inside her.]

[She's pleased when his hand presses against her, and she can't help but urge his thumb against her clit with her own hand, kisses getting sloppier by the second. The truth is she was already close, and it doesn't take long before she's shuddering and whimpering into his mouth.]

[He swallows her noises, fingers and thumb working together until she comes, then slowing, gentling as he kisses her.]

George.

[She says it and breathes into his shoulder, and tugs as close to him as possible.]

I love you, I love you, I love you.

[George pulls her close against him, dropping kisses on her forehead and temple and the top of her head.]

I love you, Lucy. I love you so much.

[She makes them stay that way for a long time.

The trip back to Narnia is an easy one, for all that it feels long. By the time they get to Cair Paravel, Lucy is herself again, bright and colored by the Narnian air and the Narnian soil, so when she bids George a quick goodbye she doesn't think that the person that would be the most interested in him would be Peter.

The High King asks George to come see him, as soon as Lucy is out of earshot. He's in the training court, with a sword, and he tells his steward to hand a sword to George. Just to see what you've got.

What Peter has is a determination to make George prove himself. He doesn't go easy on him, but after a long bout, he takes a breath and tells everyone to clear, clapping George on the back. I know you're in love with my sister, he says. More than that, I know she's in love with you, he adds.

He doesn't seem angry. Instead he's looking at George with an expression that suggests he's trying to puzzle out why he didn't see it before. Edmund is not the only one with spies. He tells him that he won't see his sister hurt, but ends with if you love her, you would die before you let anything hurt her. There is no harm there.

And he lets him go.

It's long past night when Lucy wakes from a nap, curled up in her bed.]

George?

[She says it and hopes he's there, nearby.]

You did not leave me, did you?

[George has spent the last year learning to pretend he is no more than human, and when Peter fights him, he still holds back, but it's difficult to hide that he's only barely breathing hard by the end.

He knows he's not a slave here in Narnia, but he is still a commoner who spends too much time among royals to be truly at liberty. Peter's words stick with him mostly because he doesn't feel free to answer them, to tell Peter he has only Lucy's best interest at heart, or that his intentions are honorable, or whatever it is he should be able to say to Lucy's brother.

There's also the bitterness that comes with the knowledge that nearly everyone knows about them already and still they have to hide.

He's brooding when Lucy wakes from her nap, but he appears at her side a moment after she speaks.]

Never, my queen.

[He's right there when she gets up.]

I hope you managed some sleep.

You are magical but you still need rest.

[And she reaches for him anyway, getting up.]

I've rested.

[He takes her hand and a deep breath.]

The high king wished to speak with me.

With-

[She looks startled a moment, and then sits up straight, and looks him in the eye.]

Whatever did Peter want?

[George's expression and his voice are both calm, deliberately so.]

To tell me that he knows we are in love.

[She goes still for a moment. She gets up, though, pulling a robe over her shoulders.]

I will go speak to him, I will make him understand.

[George reaches for her, catching her wrist to stop her.]

Lucy, stop. He wasn't angry.

[She looks at George again.]

No?

He will not ask me to send you away?

[She's moving to hold his hand in hers, tightly.]

[George tugs her closer.]

He will not. He doesn't want you to be hurt, but in that much we're agreed.

[Her arms go around him, but she still looks a little confused.]

Then why are you so solemn?

Because I don't like that we must hide, and the more people who know about us anyway, the more pointless it seems to hide.

[He presses a kiss to her cheek.]

There's nothing for you to fight against, my queen. Only my...melancholy.

Oh.

Oh.

[She says it carefully, and her fingers tug at his.]

If you wait for me to dress, we can wander away a bit. And be ourselves.

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