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]

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.]

[illuminescent]

Will you have to rise for it?

[They are of two minds, here. He's warm, and safe, and she is tucked up against him and it feels perfect.]

[curlytop]

Well, I've certainly not got it in my pocket.

[Give that he has no pockets and no clothes in which to have pockets.]

And it didn't fit in my pouch.

[illuminescent]

Then I suppose you will have to stay here.

[She tugs herself a little closer.]

You may tease me about it, however. I give you permission.

[curlytop]

[He's perfectly happy to keep her close against him, fingers trailing idly over her back.]

About your gift? Well, it's smaller than a bread box...

[illuminescent]

How big is a bread box?

[She holds her hands out between them, measuring a distance between his shoulders.]

This big?

[curlytop]

[He takes her hands and moves them closer together.]

Roughly the size of a loaf of bread.

[He's going to keep holding her hands, though, fingers curled loosely around her wrists.]

[illuminescent]

How should I know the size of a loaf of bread?

[She's giggling, because she absolutely does know the size of a loaf of bread. It's a breadbox she's never heard of.]

All right. So it is not so large. Tell me another thing about your gift.

[curlytop]

From seeing one on your table.

[He laughs and kisses her temple.]

When I saw it, it made me think of you.

[illuminescent]

Is it very pretty?

[She chases his kiss with one of her own, to his shoulder.]

[curlytop]

It is quite pretty, but that is not why I thought of you. Many things in Tashbaan are quite pretty.

[HIs lips travel down her temple to her cheek.]

[illuminescent]

Like the girls?

[She thinks they probably tossed themselves all over him, and maybe she shouldn't be jealous, she knows she doesn't have to be, but she is a little.]

[curlytop]

I didn't notice any girls.

[Without being Rabadash's Lion, he was not a tame enough beast for the Calormene ladies to approach, and it was much easier for him to stay with the Narnians than try to interact with the Calormenes.]