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[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.]

[He's very aware of how long it's been since they've had sex. Longer than any time since he went to Calormen. With his hand at her breast, his mouth finds hers, kissing her, slow and deep, his palm rolling over her breast, thumb teasing over her nipple.]

I love you. For now and for always.

Then here, here-

[She raises her hips up, just a little. She's already wet for him, and it's been too long. He is like a drug, a liquor that her body craves, needy and desperate.

She whimpers at the way just his hand feels. She thinks this will be a very short encounter, but she doesn't care.]

Please, George, my husband, please.

[When she makes those noises, he couldn't possibly deny her anything.]

Yes, my love.

[He settles himself between her legs, growling softly at how wet he finds her, and a moment later, he is sliding into her, a soft curse on his lips. He holds himself still for a breath, and then rolls his hips, pushing into her.]

Ach, Lucy...

[She gasps a little, and makes a whimper, as if she's a maiden girl who has never done this before. As if she is his maiden bride, when she is nothing of the sort. But no maiden bucks her hips like Lucy does, her fingers catching his biceps, and she finally, finally feels free to make as much noise as she likes.

And she likes to make noise.]

George, George, George-

[She rocks her hips up again, curling tight against him.]

[George didn't even know that he wanted to hear Lucy let go, but oh, he does. He really does.

Her fingers grip him, and he growls again, rolling his hips slowly once, twice, before settling into a driving rhythm, losing himself in her. He won't last long like this, but he hardly cares just now.]

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