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"Especially us," Caspian says, seriously.

Except for the part where he isn't serious at all.

"I will never doubt her again."

He considers this.

"Actually, that probably isn't true." But talking about Lilly is not really precisely what he wants to do, which is to kiss Lucy, so he lifts himself up far enough to kiss her thoroughly.

She laughs into his mouth while she can, and then when she's lost the breath just kisses him in return, one arm going around his neck.

"I'll never doubt her being right on this," Lucy manages after pulling away for a moment, and then kisses him again with a murmured, "Never."

"Wanted this," he murmurs, into her mouth, and rolls so that he can bend down and move along her neck, along her collarbone.

"Wanted you."

His mouth moves along the curve of her collarbone, while the hand not at her waist smoothes up over her side and over the swell of her breast.

"So much."

"You have me." And it's good, and when she shudders she closes her eyes, and it's good that way too. "Al--always."

One of Lucy's hands rests on top of his on her hip and squeezes after a minute.

He leans forward to kiss her closed eyes, and her mouth, and then slides down, kissing down her neck and down her ribcage, and he spends a little time discovering the places that make her shiver when he kisses them, and where will make her bite back her breath, and his mouth moves over the dip to her stomach and to her side.

She tastes warm, and a little salty, and he thinks he never wants to stop, running his hand down her side, over her hip and down her leg.

She's not entirely certain she can even move at this point, because she can't even keep her breathing near even when that's the only thing she's trying to do.

"Oh, don't stop, please," even though she's certain he won't.

He laughs, low and rumbling in his chest, and kisses along her waistband and her side, where he knows she's ticklish.

But this is not tickling, and when he pulls himself up to lay along her side, his hand trails up her leg and pauses at her hip, thumb moving in slow circles, and he presses a kiss to her shoulder, and to her neck.

It's not tickling, though she squirms anyway.

"How on earth did I manage to live a life and miss this entirely?" kissing his neck in turn.

It's a moment where she bites her lip before her hand rests on the one at her hip and she very carefully hooks his thumb over her waistband, lips moving up his neck to ear as she does so.

"It's easy enough to do," he says, in what might be a conversational tone if his voice were not rough from lack of breath and want and need and tension.

"Especially in the world you grew up in, it seems."

He slides his hand along the edge of her waistband, then, the tips of his fingers just slipping underneath the cloth, tight against her skin. And when her lips move to his ear, he shivers, while sparks flash up his spine, and there's a soft groan as his eyes slide closed.

"Silly round worlds," quietly, before burying her face in his neck and making a small noise at his touch, running one hand up his back. "So--so very silly."

"Very," he breathes, and hesitates for just a moment before undoing the clasp of her waistband.

"Silly--very silly flat ones, too," he says, and slides his hand down over her leg.

"Waited till I was married, after all. Only proper, they said."

Someone said, anyway, but he can't really remember, right now. Not when his hand slides back up to undo her zipper, and slips under the material to rub his thumb over her hipbone.

She shudders again, a hand at the back of his neck pulling him close for a kiss. "Say the same thing. That it's only proper. And--and God's will and things like that."

And right now, she doesn't care what anyone says.

"Very admirable of you," around a groan, "waiting."

He kisses her, shivering against her, realizing he never knew he could need someone so much.

"Don't see why," he says, his voice muffled by her mouth, and then by her neck. "Adam and Eve Fell, after all, didn't they?"

He's been doing his research.

"And--" His hand slides down to where her leg meets her hip, and smoothes over the skin there, "besides, 's caused no end of trouble with us. Waiting, and all."

He concentrates for a moment on the hollow of her throat, before realizing he hasn't finished making his point.

"Would have waited, if you'd wanted, though."

It would have been torturous. But he would have.

She feels rather helpless in the best possible way, and says back, softly, "It's what humans do, I think. And I know. Don't want to. Didn't really want to. Just--oh, I want you."

Her hand's still at his throat and gently tracing designs on it as she takes a long, slow breath.

"Want you too," he says, almost incoherently. "More than anything. I've spent my whole life wanting this."

This does not just apply to sharing a bed with Lucy, although the this does include it. It means this life, this place, this world where he can be with her. He'd never thought he'd be able to share a life with Lucy.

He swallows, and ducks his head to kiss her palm, taking a moment to slow his breathing. "Better than I ever imagined," he says, with a little bit of a laugh, trying his smile, which is sweet and shaking, a bit.

"Lucky you," straight-faced, before bursting into laughter, and reaching up to touch his mouth with her hand. "Perfect."

"More than," he says, firmly, and kisses her fingers. His other hand drifts over her hip, his thumb making circles over her skin.

She's amazed to realize she still has shoes on, and shoves them off, using one foot to push the opposite's shoe off, then reversing. "Will you show me what to do next?" as she squirms at the feel of his thumb. Less uncertain than she was, just curious.

He sits up enough to do the same, muscles sliding under skin as he lies back down, and grin at her.

"Well," he says, thoughtfully, though his eyes are sparkling, "anything we like, of course."

Anything, which probably includes slipping her trousers over her hips and down her legs to land in a pool on the floor while he takes a moment to run his hand up over her calf and shin and thigh before laysing himself back down, one of his own legs hooked over the closest one of hers to pull her even closer.

"You have more clothes on than me," she protests in a groan, except not really protesting.

"Anything?" she asks after a moment, wrapping her arms around his back and sounding a little amused.

"That's hardly my fault," he says, grinning.

"And yes. Anything."

He considers.

"Well, within reason."

"Well, obviously," with a grin, before snickering at his second remark.

"I must not have been thinking," seriously, still grinning as she pushes him onto his back and kisses him briefly as her hands slowly--and admittedly nervously--undo his trousers and carefully sits back to pull them off his legs.

And then Lucy just looks at him for a minute. "Much better," she says finally, softly.

"Well, good," Caspian says, coloring a bit, and reaches for her, to pull her down to his chest.

"Can I help it if you got distracted?" he asks, kissing his way up her throat, and laughing softly.

"Yes, but I'd rather you not," laughing shakily with him. "I'd very much like to con-continue to be distracted for a while." She smiles down at him and presses her mouth against his, gently.

"I think that can be arranged," he replies, when he has breath to reply, liking the way their legs twine together.

It's easy to forget how good skin feels.