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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[illuminescent]

[She's already breathing hard, panting, biting a little at George's bottom lip. She cups his face in her hands, and kisses him again.]

You will come to me tonight? Sleep in my bed, keep me warm?

[She says it and knows what the answer will be. She can't help it, it feels intimate, perfect.]

[curlytop]

[He growls softly at the catch of her teeth.]

You know that I will. Nothing could keep me from you.

[If nothing else, the time apart has taught him to be grateful for what they do have rather than worry for what they don't. He kisses her again, fingers finding the laces of her dress to undo them.]

Are you expected at table?

[illuminescent]

The High King told me that I could miss, tonight, if I wished it-

[She says it and rolls her shoulders to help the dress come off.]

-and I do wish it, for all that I have not seen Susan in so long.

[And she kisses him again, moving until the dress is on the floor.]

[curlytop]

Good. I'm not ready to be your guard again yet.

[He makes quick work of her undergarments and pulls her back into his lap, arms wrapping around her as he kisses her, hands roaming over her back, pulling her closer until they're pressed together, chest to chest.]

[illuminescent]

Oh-

[She almost whimpers with desire - he is solid under her, and she dreamed about this when he was gone, his touch, the way he felt against her, the way that his hands felt on her hips. She presses closer to him, taking his face in her hands and kissing him again, and again.]

This was rather a good idea on my part.

[She bursts into giggles, her smile dazzling.]

[curlytop]

[He laughs as well, feeling the thrill of desire rekindle the ecstasy he'd felt on the battlefield until his limbs are fairly thrumming with energy.]

One of your best, my queen.

[He ducks his head, dropping kisses along the line of her throat until his lips close around her pulse, feeling the beat of her heart under his tongue.]

[illuminescent]

Lucy-

[Her heart is pounding, louder than normal, and she moves into his mouth, and tugs one hand to her breast. Her nipples are already hard against his touch, and she feels like the heat of the bathhouse doesn't compare at all to what she's feeling now.]

Call me Lucy, please.

[curlytop]

Lucy.

[He cups his hand around her breast and kisses along her throat.]

Lucy, my love. Lucy.

[One hand on her back to steady her, he eases her back so he can close his mouth around her nipple, tongue curling around it, sucking gently. He feels giddy with the reality of her skin, hot beneath his lips, after weeks with nothing but memory and imagination.]

[illuminescent]

[She immediately cries out - she immediately responds with an arch of her back, because the sudden throb between her legs is insistent.

My love, he calls her, and she missed him so much, on so many levels. She missed every talk they have, she missed the way that when they were in public he would come right to her side, as close as he could, so her fingers could brush his arm.

She missed the way that she would hold him when they were alone, and the way he would hold her. She wants to say it but she can't, because all she wants is for him to continue.]

[curlytop]

[There's so much George wants to say, but his mouth is otherwise occupied. His teeth catch on her nipple as he slides a hand up her thigh, wasting no time as his fingers slide through her wetness, finding her clit.

He raises his head from her breast just long enough to say,] Careful, mo chridhe. The door is locked, but it isn't soundproof.

[He's not too concerned, though. He keeps his free hand solidly against her back to steady her arching body as he dips his head again, mouthing along her collar bone.]

[illuminescent]

You could-

[She starts, and the words dissolve into whimpers as she rocks against his hand. He will be the end of her, she is sure of it. She presses urgent kisses to his temple.]

-call me that whenever you like. No one will know what it means but me.

[Oh, and she whimpers more, reaching down to hold his hand. She just wants to touch all of him she can, her other hand against the back of his neck.]

[curlytop]

They will know.

[He doesn't take his time, ease her into it. George wants to make her come, he wants to hear her voice, feel her body as she climaxes. His fingers rub desperately against her.]

They'll hear it in my voice. How much I love you. How much I need you.

[He surges up to kiss her,

[illuminescent]

[She can feel that this won't last long. She can sense he needs it as much as she does, and she presses her head down after they kiss, against his shoulder, so her entire weight is against him and so she can pant little desperate noises into and against his ear.]

Yes-

[Oh, and there it is, her climax, her shuddering against his body with need. Please. Please.]

[curlytop]

[His free hand curls around the back of her neck, keeping her steady as she comes, his fingers gradually slowing, gentling.]

That's it, Lucy my love.

[He kisses her temple, lips trailing along her hairline. He hadn't realized how badly he'd missed seeing her like this, feeling the way she moves against him, hearing her pleasure.]

[illuminescent]

[She clings to him, panting a little, still needy, still needing him. He feels so familiar and she almost thinks this might be another dream, only the heat of his body is too intense for that.]

Tell me what you want.

[She whispers it against his shoulder.]

I would give you my kingdom if you asked right now.

[curlytop]

[George holds her close to him.]

No crowns or kingdoms. He's never wanted anything like that. His erection is pressed against her thigh, but there's no other answer than,] You. All I want is you, Lucy.

[illuminescent]

[She reaches down and takes his erection in hand, stroking it just a little.]

Done.

[She's smiling, before she's adjusting to press him inside of her.]

[curlytop]

[He groans, leaning in to kiss her as she moves over him. Feeling her around him, gripping tight, it feels like coming home, so much more than returning to Narnia had. He starts to move, slowly, hips rolling up, easing into her and backing out again. He knows he won't be able to keep up this slow pace for long, but he wants to drag it out a little.]

[illuminescent]

[She responds in kind, rocking down against him, the pulse of this encounter turned from desperate to slow and loving. She's gasping, and pressing her mouth against as much skin as she can find, until they're completely involved in one another.

This is easy. This is perfect.]

[curlytop]

[George shifts and pulls back a little so he can look at her, watching her face. They move together like they have only one body, like being separated would be leaving half of themselves behind.]

Lucy... mo chridhe... I need you so much.

[illuminescent]

[She gasps a little, but then she presses her forehead to his.]

I am here, for you, forever if you like it.

[She whimpers against him, and rolls against him, keeps rolling until his breathing speeds up, until he starts to make noises like he's about to come. She knows he can't, inside of her, but she wants to be there until the last second.

She wants to be as close as she can.]

[curlytop]

Forever, then.

[He wants to stay inside her. He wants to come inside her, but he knows he can't. His hand curls around the back of Lucy's head, and he keeps his eyes on hers right until he has to wrap an arm around her waist and lift her off his cock as he comes, splashing onto her back, groaning her name.]

[illuminescent]

[She huffs when suddenly she's moved, and she can feel the splash of heat against her back. It will cool fast, but they're in a bathhouse. Cleaning it will be easy.

She doesn't want to leave his lap anyway. She puts her arms around his shoulders, and presses close to him, her face against his chest.]

I missed you.

I missed you so much, as though I had lost a part of my heart, and I could not find it. You took it with you.

Oh.

I was so afraid.

[curlytop]

[George's arms wrap around her, covering her body almost completely.]

I'm here, my love. I'm here, and I never have to leave again.

[The worst of it had been not being able to communicate. No texts or post cards, not even fire messages. He'd never felt so disconnected from someone.]

[illuminescent]

I promise, I promise, never again.

[She presses her face into his neck, now, and all of this, it's too much. She thinks she'll cry if she stays any longer. She doesn't care if he sees her cry, but it won't be because she's sad.]

I should clean up, and you, and I will meet you in our bedchamber.

[She says our bedchamber, even though he has a space of his own, somewhere else. But this one, it's theirs. It has to be.]