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]

[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.]

[curlytop]

[George holds her a moment more, kissing her temple firmly. Then he lets her go with a sigh.]

Aye, as soon as I'm in fresh clothes.

[He thinks of it as his room, with as little time as he's spent in his own.]

[illuminescent]

Yes, my love.

[She laughs, and presses a kiss to his mouth.]

I will see you soon? Yes?

[She is picking up her dress, her bodice.]

But help me clean, and help me dress.

[curlytop]

As soon as I can manage.

[He gets up and finds a cloth to clean her gently before helping her into her clothes.]

And not a second longer.

[illuminescent]

[And they do separate, and they come back together. Lucy is very clingy, for a girl who is normally so independent, to the point where after the night is through, after everything is settled, after she is curled up in his arms and asleep, she dreams he is gone.

And she wakes up with a jolt, but not a cry, and immediately her hands are on him, like he is a balm against those kinds of wounds.]

George?

[She curls against him.]

I am sorry, but I will most selfishly wake you.

[curlytop]

[George wakes almost as soon as she does, pulled awake by her jolt, and he shifts to pull her closer. His voice is rough with sleep.]

What's wrong, Lucy?

[illuminescent]

[Oh.

There he is.

Her heart starts to go at a normal pace, now, it slows.]

Did you bring me something? From Calormen?

[That is absolutely not why she woke him up.]

[curlytop]

[He laughs sleepily and nuzzles into her hair.]

Did you wake me up because you were curious about a present?

[He did bring her something, but it's an odd time to ask about it.]

[illuminescent]

No.

[She at least in honest. She woke him because she was afraid he was a dream. He is right there, her body against hers, and he's broad, and she feels safe with him.]

But a present is no mean thing, either.

[curlytop]

[George knows why she woke him. He's grateful for the reminder that this is real himself. Nosing along her hairline, he smiles against her skin.]

No, it's not. Do you want it now?

[Because he's warm and comfortable, but he'll totally get up if she wants it.]