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]

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

I believe you might, mo bean-uasal.

[illuminescent]

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.]

[curlytop]

[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.

[illuminescent]

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.

[curlytop]

[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...

[illuminescent]

[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.]

[curlytop]

[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.]

[illuminescent]

[It doesn't take long.

It doesn't take long because it's been so long, because she's wanted him so badly, because everything changed only a few hours ago, when their hands were tied together with a silken cord and they were promised to each other. Lucy is not, by any means, a creature who does not equate love with pleasure.

Her orgasm is strong; he makes her see stars, like they're painted on her skin.]

Oh-

[She bucks up as much as she can, encouraging him where she can.]

[curlytop]

[George has never believed that love and sex are inextricable, but there is something different about this, something more than time and anticipation. When she climaxes, bucking against him, he drives forward with a growl, swearing and groaning her name as he comes.]

[illuminescent]

[He stills, and she stills, her breath catching, and she presses her nose against his shoulder. He's heavy and he knows it, but he's so good - he never stays too long against her, getting off her the moment that he is done, so that she doesn't have to hold his weight.

She turns to press her body against him.]

I love you.

[It's simple.

She doesn't need anything complicated.]

[curlytop]

[He pulls her close against him, arms looping around her. He nuzzles her hair, lips trailing along her hairline.]

I love you, mo bhean-uasal.

[His hands move over her skin lightly, fingertips dragging down her spine.]

[illuminescent]

We can go sailing, when we return.

We can go to the islands; if we go with a retinue, it can be disguised as a diplomatic trip.

[She goes so quiet, then.]

I know you do not like to hide.

[curlytop]

[George takes in a slow breath and lets it out. He squeezes her gently.]

I don't. But I know that we will have to.

[illuminescent]

Only a little.

I promise.

[She holds onto him. She will do almost anything to make him happy.]

But you will remain at my side always.

[curlytop]

[He smiles a little into her hair.]

Then I'll be content.

[illuminescent]

[She beams, and she settles into his arms.

The next day, they are all ready to head back, when she's getting dressed and she's cleaning up, she suddenly yelps in alarm.]

Oh-

[She sighs.]

George?

[She comes out of the dressing room, her face slightly alarmed.]

[curlytop]

[George is already waiting at the door when she comes out, draw by her yelp.]

Lucy? What is it? What's wrong?

[He takes hold of her shoulders, looking her over.

[illuminescent]

I am not-

[She takes his hands. Here. George.]

I am not pregnant.

[There is a breath, easy. They had been so careful, before. The night before was the first time-

-but no. She is not pregnant.]

[curlytop]

[George feels a rush of relief that she's all right and then a shock of disappointment when her words hit him.]

I...

[He holds tight to her hands.]

Oh.

[illuminescent]

[She smiles a little, and reaches for his face.]

It is all right, my love.

[She says it tenderly.]

It will be all right. We will have children.

[curlytop]

[George closes his eyes and bends to touch his forehead to hers, arms wrapping around her.]

Aye. We will.

[Someday. He's not sure how they'll manage it, but someday.]

[illuminescent]

I love you.

[She closes her eyes, and is comfortable there, being held tightly by the man she loves.]

We can return to Narnia today.

[curlytop]

And I love you.

[He holds Lucy a little tighter. Nothing's changed, not substantively, nothing but that terrifying hope.]

If you're sure? There's no rush if you want to...take some time.

[They should go back, he knows. The longer they stay away, the harder it will be when they do go back.]

[illuminescent]

[She holds still in his arms.]

I miss home.

I fear there is a reason I do not travel near to half so much as my brother.

[Narnia is more a part of Lucy's soul than any of them. Susan favors Cair Paravel, it's true, but that is not how Lucy is.]

[curlytop]

[He kisses the top of her head and rests his cheek against it.]

My gran used to say that her soul was in the highlands. I think Narnia's like that for you, isn't it?

{He holds her a moment longer before relaxing his arms, leaning back a little to look at her.]

We can leave this morning.