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's noise is deeper, rumbling, and he tilts his hips so the next time he rocks up, the tip of his cock catches at her entrance.]

Will you? Hold my hand?

[His voice is rough, and his breath hitches as he leans up for another kiss.]

[illuminescent]

Ah-

[She rocks down, then, so he's inside of her and she's gasping, her hands reaching for his, one hand catching his and bringing it up to her mouth and kissing the inside of his wrist.]

You will have-oh-trouble making me let you go.

[She rocks down on him, more pressure, tighter, better.]

[curlytop]

[When he slips into her, he groans, arching up to her. His fingers slide into her hair, and he holds her hip with his other hand, keeping her steady as she moves.]

Then I'll never have to worry about you.

[She tightens around him, and he gasps, sucking in a sharp breath.]

You'll always be at my side.

[He rolls his hips up to her, urging her toward a faster pace.]

[illuminescent]

Always.

[She whispers it and she closes her eyes just a little, to try and focus, to hold her pleasure back, but she can't, she can only move faster, crying out a little.]

Always, always, I will-

[She starts to wail a little.]

You are so good, I will never leave you, please-

[curlytop]

Yes, Lucy.

[George thrusts up harder, his hand curled firmly around her hip to help her balance.]

I could never leave you.

[He couldn't hold back either, not when she moves over him like that. He pushes up into her again and again, toes curling in the sheets, seeking purchase. He cries out, cursing, as he comes.]

[illuminescent]

[He comes, and she huffs, and moves up against him until he's not inside of her anymore and she's whimpering, rocking up against him.]

Help me finish, please?

[Please, she says. She's so needy.]

[curlytop]

[Please, she says, as if he would ever deny her.

His hand moves easily to press between her legs, finding her clit. He marvels a little at how easy this has become, how well he's gotten to know her body.]

[illuminescent]

[He mouth opens, and it doesn't take much before she's clutching at him, her whole body tightening against him and the sound she makes loud enough to echo through the entire room. She starts to laugh, and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.]

My love, my joy, my heart!

[She laughs again, sweet as sugar.]

[curlytop]

[Hearing her let go, not worrying about how loud she is, makes him laugh as well, and he kisses her back, easing back the pressure of his fingers.

He lays kisses along her jaw and down her throat, smiling against her skin.]

D'you reckon we gave your maids a fright?

[illuminescent]

They live very easy lives. A fight would do them good.

[She's teasing - of course she doesn't think that. She kisses him and kisses him again, and then curls against him.]

My love.

[curlytop]

I suppose they'll have to get used to it eventually, eh?

[He laughs and kisses her, arms looping easily around her.]

Mo chridhe.

[illuminescent]

[She starts giggling and leaning down against him, her face against his shoulder.]

What should you like to do, my love? We will have to get up, eventually.

[curlytop]

[George's fingers trace patterns over her skin.]

The same as always, I imagine. You're still the queen. I'm still the queen's guard.

[illuminescent]

The captain of the queen's guard.

[She stretches.]

We owe them an explanation. And an apology.

[curlytop]

[He can't stop the way his gaze slides over her as she stretches.]

Aye, we do. I'll speak to them. You should talk to your maids.

[illuminescent]

Does that mean some time apart?

[They have barely been apart for days now. It feels strange to not have him at her side.]

[curlytop]

[He kisses her, a comfort to them both.]

An hour at most.

[illuminescent]

An hour.

[She gets up, and finds her robe, and nudges him up.]

Get dressed, my lord, so I may allow my maids in to help me.

[curlytop]

[George sits up, but slowly, and tugs her close by her robe.]

Shall I find you here when I've told my men?

[illuminescent]

[She comes closer and kisses him again.]

I can find you once I've dressed.

[curlytop]

All right.

[He kisses her once more before getting out of bed to dress. He's gotten soft, these last few days, not having to worry about his duties. He'll have to be more careful.]

[illuminescent]

[She lets him go, and then she goes to get dressed. Inside of Cair Paravel, she doesn't have a guard, most of the time, except when George is next to her, but there are always people who surround her - maids, of course, but her friends, courtiers, people who just want to spend time with her. So first she tells her maids, who are whispery and happy for her, because it's impossible to not be.

They re not shocked. They had eyes, too, and they could see the way that George looked at her, the way that she looked back at him. Of course it is no surprise.

So she lets time go by before she goes to find him in the training yard, coming up to sit on the sidelines, her heart hammering a little when she sees him again. She waits until he spots her, and makes her way close, to lean over the side of the training yard.]

Hullo, my lord.

[She says it with so much pleasure.]

[curlytop]

[George tells himself that explaining to his men why he absconded with their queen is hardly the most difficult thing he's ever done, but it still somehow feels like it. Despite his fears--that they would still think of him as a Calormen slave, a barbarian, unworthy of their sweet queen--they are neither shocked nor angry. They're happy for him, and one of the minotaur actually tells him it's about time. Narnians continually surprise him.

They're jovial as they train, teasing George and joking with each other. George is already smiling when he spots Lucy, but his face brightens further even so.

As he makes his way over, he can feel the entire guard pretending not to watch them, so he doesn't lean in to kiss her, but he does take her hand and kiss it.]

My lady wife.

[He almost laughs. His grin is wide enough to split his face.]

[illuminescent]

[His smile is wide, and hers is in response, a blush lighting her face as if this is the first time that he's ever done that. It is, in a way. She lets him kiss her hand and flicks her hand a little. As if to say continue, before she finds a seat. There are worse things to do with her time than watch him train, and she waits as the morning passes, having brief conversations with people who want her attention until it's time for lunch, and everyone begins to leave. This is not a formal place; Lucy's presence doesn't mean much in the way of formalities, here.

So finally George is coming over to sit next to her.]

Did it go smoothly?

[curlytop]

[George would be lying if he said he wasn't trying a little harder than usual. The rest of the guards aren't human, which means he doesn't have to hold back as much with them. The minotaurs strength matches his own, even if their speed does not, and today they're giving him a hard time for running off with the queen.

When he comes to sit next to her, he's still smiling, and he settles in comfortably.]

The training? You saw.

[He's teasing, and he shakes his head a moment later.]

They...took it well. They weren't as surprised as I'd expected.