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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.

It is, and there's so much of it, too, over firm muscle that she's watching move with something like joy.

"So kind of you," is her only answer to that before resting her forehead on his shoulder and breathing slowly.

He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close, letting his head drop back and his eyes slip closed.

After the heat and the need and the wanting, it's nice to be still for a moment, feeling her breathe, all twined together in a tangle of legs and arms and golden hair.

"Still scared?" she asks softly, tilting her head to look at him and brushing her thumb across his eyelids, gently.

"A little," he admits, and lets out a breath at her touch.

"Of pushing you too far. Or making a mistake." A breath. It's hard to admit, because he knows it's a foolish thing to worry about, really.

And yet it's there, a bit.

"I don't want to lose you again."

Her hand goes to his cheek and cradles it, carefully.

"For a man who lived so very long, you're still very foolish, Caspian," she says finally, with a smile. "I want this. I want you. I'm not going anywhere. Not ever again, unless you come with me."

"I know," he admits.

"And I don't doubt it. But it's been nothing more than a dream for fifty years. It's--hard for me, still to believe it, sometimes."

He turns his head to place a kiss in her palm.

"I suppose I can't help being a fool about some things."

His lips curve into a smile.

"And you? How are you feeling, about all this?"

"I wouldn't know," honestly, apologetically, "I can't imagine that long yet." And Lucy takes a shaky breath as she thinks before answering, "Everything I ever dreamed of feeling I think I feel right now. And I'm still scared, and still worried I'll make a mistake, but...but you taste so good," softly, "and it's hard to worry when I'm thinking about that, too."

That is worth another kiss, soft and sincere.

"Then we should both just stop worrying," he tells her. "For it'll do us no good." He shrugs, lightly.

"Mistakes happen, I suppose. It's part of learning about each other."

A pause.

"And it's hard to worry when all I want to do is touch you."

"Then touch me," smiling a small smile, "all you want." As for Lucy, she's content to kiss his shoulder again for the moment, and let her hand drift down to his hip and rest there, fingers brushing against skin.

So he does, his hand drifting over her back, over her shoulders, sliding over smooth hips and wrapping around her waist.

And it's nice to lie here like this, he thinks, content and warm and learning what to do.

It's very nice, to lie there, and to learn which touch causes which reaction.

"Love you," she says finally, mostly a whisper, against his neck, and she's still amazed, a little, that it's okay to even say that.

"Love you," he says softly back, and dips his head to kiss her hair.

It's always amazing.

He grins.

"Even though you want to inflict a dragon on me."

"I'm starting to think a dragon's a brilliant idea," she replies with a smile, "if it means you don't have any clothing to wear, really. Besides, I'll protect you."