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And I will not let them bully me, either.

[She smiles just a little, and kisses him.]

Now I will take my dress and go downstairs and get ready. And you will have to hold your breath and wait.

Good. I certainly wouldn't stand for anyone bullying my wife.

[He leans into the kiss with a smile. Butterflies are having a field day in his stomach, but Lucy smiles, so everything is okay.]

Twiddle my thumbs until someone fetches me, eh?

You, sir, are to get ready as well.

Someone volunteered to help you.

[He got a best man just by not waking up in time to stop Lucy.]

I see I'll have to keep a better eye on my wife. [He smiles, teasing.]

I don't know how much getting ready I can do, but if you've got an assistant...we can twiddle our thumbs together.

At the very least, you will not be lonely.

[She says it as she gathers her things, as she leaves the room.

The wedding should be a small, tiny affair. It is not, of course, because Lucy has that ability, to summon people to her side with nothing more than a smile. She's wearing the dress they met in, blue and full of bright stars, and they have covered her in flowers, crowned her in large pink and white peonies and studded her with tiny blue forget-me-nots. There are tiny roses woven around her wrists.

It's a simple kind of wedding, even so. The food after is delicious, and Lucy can't stop smiling, can't stop holding George's hand, can't stop looking at him. They dance, and she doesn't want to stop touching him.

It's late before they are back at the inn - Lucy has practically showered the innkeeper in the gold they brought, in tiny Narnian pearls that she had in a very small bag, in gratitude, when George wasn't around to see. They were given a bigger room - for the newlyweds - he said, and she's giggling when George actually carries her up the stairs.]

This is absurd!

[Even George is a little amazed at how much the town turned out for the wedding. Lucy is beautiful, even more than she was the night he first saw her. Dancing and laughing with her here, where no one treats her like a queen and no one looks at him like a slave, he could almost forget any of that and just be a young groom, dancing with his bride.]

Carrying you upstairs? It's a tradition!

[She's laughing, and holding onto him, and kicking her legs a little.]

Husband, you must put me down!

[He laughs as he carries her down the hallway.]

Careful, or I'll drop you! Which way's the new room...?

It's that one, that one!

[She's laughing, and she has a key, it's in her hand, because they handed it to her before he picked her up.]

Good, hang on, I'll take that.

[He takes the key from her, laughing almost too much to manage, and holds her with one arm as he unlocks the door.]

Almost there, I promise.

I would say that I cannot believe you can hold me and do that at once-

[But she can. He's strong.]

But you believe your husband can do anything he sets his mind to?

[He manages to get the door open and tumbles through, managing to keep his feet long enough to get the door shut behind them.]

I forget how strong you are sometimes.

[She's laughing, and not kicking or fighting anymore.]

[George carries her to the bed and sets her down next to it. He smiles, bright and easy.]

My lady wife, may I help you from your dress?

[She turns in a circle, and laughs.]

Unless you simply wish to fumble beneath it like a farmboy, then yes, I would think so.

[She takes off the roses, because there may still be thorns, and then reaches to kiss him.]

Say it again.

Speaking as a farmboy, I resent that remark.

[But not too much, obviously, as he laughs against her lips as he kisses her.]

Say what? My lady wife?

You are no longer a farmboy.

[He kisses her, and she almost melts into his arms.]

Yes, just so.

My lady wife, you are beautiful.

[He smiles and kisses her again, hands at her hips. He lifts her from her feet to set her on the bed.]

My lady wife, you are all that I could want.

[His hands move to unlace her from her dress.]

My lord husband.

[She moves into his arms, pushing away at her clothes, stripping away layers until all that's left is skin.]

You are the stars and the moon and the sun.

[She reaches for him to kiss him again, tugging him over her.]

Please-

[George strips away his own clothes as well. There hadn't been anyone in the village his size, so he'd had to make do with his usual garb, but on the plus side, it's easy to get out of. His arms wrap around her, and he kisses her, slowly, almost reverently.]

Please?

Will you love me?

[She asks it gently, because Telmarine vows didn't include that. It presumed it, but it wasn't concretely there, so maybe Lucy is asking for a good reason.

She's kissing him back, her hands on his shoulders, drawing him closer.]

[He kisses her gently, soft, individual kisses.]

I will love you.

[He whispers it between them like a secret, something just for them.]

I will love you as long as I live, in this life and whatever comes after it.

[She reaches for him, to tug him between her legs; and she kisses him over and over, mouth against his skin. He is so gentle with her, telling her his secret.

That he loves her.

It is the best kind of secret.]

I will love you for longer, I promise.

[George laughs, quiet and thoughtful, and he trails soft kisses along her jaw.]

I believe you might, mo bean-uasal.

Oh.

[She likes this the most. This sweetness. These moments between them. She pulls him closer, and turns her head to find his mouth, to kiss him more, takes his hand and puts it on her breast. Her nipple is already hardening, the skin soft and her whole body tender for him.

They haven't had sex in a while. They haven't had time.]

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