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narnia au;

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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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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.

[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.

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.

[He smiles a little into her hair.]

Then I'll be content.

[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.]

[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.

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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.]

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.

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.]

[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.]

[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.

Yes.

[She gets closer to him, her arms around his waist, her head on his chest. He is so comfortable, familiar.

But he is right, too. There is a part of her that is missing.]

I am pleased you understand.

[George isn't sure he could deny her anything, certainly not anything like this, that he can give so easily.]

Aye, I do.

[He kisses her forehead, but he's content to hold her as long as she wants.]

Your brothers...you think they'll understand?

That we are married?

[She looks down a little.]

Perhaps.

[Not the most reassuring answer.]

Why we did it, I mean. Even though...

[Even though it wasn't real, even if it felt real for a few days.]

Oh.

[She presses his hand against her cheek.]

It does not matter. They will either accept it, or they will not, but it will not change anything. I do not regret marrying you.

[He takes a breath and nods, giving her a faint smile.]

Nor do I. No matter what happens.

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