Caspian X (
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As much as Caspian likes being out in the stables, there's a limit to how long you can spend working on your boat or grooming the horses or repairing tack before it becomes truly mind-numbing.
Besides, he needs some supper.
He seats himself at Bar, after brushing the hay from his shirt.
He may be ordering tea.
Besides, he needs some supper.
He seats himself at Bar, after brushing the hay from his shirt.
He may be ordering tea.
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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.
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"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."
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"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."
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One of Lucy's hands rests on top of his on her hip and squeezes after a minute.
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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.
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"Oh, don't stop, please," even though she's certain he won't.
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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"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.
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And right now, she doesn't care what anyone says.
"Very admirable of you," around a groan, "waiting."
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"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.
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Her hand's still at his throat and gently tracing designs on it as she takes a long, slow breath.
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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.
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"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.
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"Anything?" she asks after a moment, wrapping her arms around his back and sounding a little amused.
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"And yes. Anything."
He considers.
"Well, within reason."
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"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.
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"Can I help it if you got distracted?" he asks, kissing his way up her throat, and laughing softly.
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It's easy to forget how good skin feels.
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