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A content, quiet sigh, and she closes her eyes.

"What was it like? The rest of this Narnia?"

"Beautiful."

He sighs wistfully, holding her to him.

"It was alive and vibrant. There were shades of colors I've never seen. There were talking animals, and forests and meadows, and I even caught a glimpse of the sea."

"The sea. Somewhere with the sea." She smiles faintly.

"The ocean and cliffs and woods and the clear air all over it. And nothing but the sound of the waves and wind."

"God, I miss it so."

Archie finds it slightly ironic that the only one he's managed to speak of the sea in those terms with was Arithon. Sailors never loose their love for the sea.

Svava glances up at Archie, a million thoughts in her eyes. She does settle on one, and she brushes her fingers against his cheek.

"So... we'll find a way to go see it. Specially with a ship to sail."

He leans down and catches her lips oh, so gently.

"That would be... beyond wonderful, Svava lady. Though I do think you might first want to learn to swim better."

A gentle kiss back, finger tips through his hair.

"... I'd need lessons."

"That can be arranged..."

A gentle murmur against her lips.

"Though I wonder where we could possibly find a teacher..."

"I could ask Indy, maybe."

She's not grinning. Not at all.

"Hmm... No, he'll never do. Too much of a scholar. I wouldn't think he's ever swum a stroke in his life. No, best it's the squid, I think."

Svava blinks, and stares at Archie for a long moment, before trying to muffle a quiet laugh.

He catches her face in his hands.

"That is the most precious sound I've ever heard, my love."

He catches her lips again, no less softly than before.

She finds his hands to hold, blindly, and kisses Archie back.

Gently, softly, thoroughly.

Breathlessly tender, and she tastes so sweet. And there is a moment there, somewhere, when once again he doesn't quite believe thet it is him kissing her, holding her in his arms. Hard to believe that such an ordinary man can bear the love of a goddess.

But she's not a goddess anymore. And he's had her love before, and has it again now.

She just wonders at how lucky she was to find him twice.

The kiss is a slow, gentle heat, burning steadily between them. Her hands gentle upon him, slowly tracing over his back.

It is the sort of fire that renews that which it consumes, the more it burns, the more it can burn. The more they have of one another, the more they can't get enough. One hand cradles the back of her neck, the other spreads flat agianst her lower back, pressing her close. He tastes her oh, so deeply, so gently, so sweetly, so slowly.

A slow burning heat, that can so quickly build up. The kiss deepens, and Svava gently nibbles Archie's lip, even as she melts against him.

The quietest of sounds, a moan or a whimper? Who can tell? And he is pulling her still closer, strong arms holding her, supporting her, clinging to her despreately even as he devours her mouth with his own. Hot and sweet, and what he ever did without her he does not know.

She most certainly does whimper in the back of her throat, and breathlessly moves to trail hot kisses down the side of his neck.

""

He brushes his lips lightly across the shell of her ear.

"Where shall we go? There is no one to open a door for us to the sea..."

He nibbles gently at that spot just behind her earlobe, just to feel her tremble in his arms.

She does shiver when he does that. Then Svava laughs, near soundlessly.

""

A low, rumbling chuckle, more felt than heard.

"Yes, but you love me for all that, and I am grateful."

A kiss dropped between her eyes.

"I think that we can perhaps make our way there without too much incident. I think I might have a few things I've left up there..."

""

Svava does not mention the red speedos. She's still hoping Archie never saw them.

She smiles slowly at him, one hand against his chest, before Svava leans back in to kiss Archie again.

Softly, between kisses.

"You need to get out of the booth before I can, sweetest. Isn't there a rule about doing what I want to do to you in the middle of the bar?"

He trails his fingers lightly down her back, hip, leg in illustration.

All this time- and Svava's not ever heard that there's more than two rules for Milliways.

She's still not likely to break the third and forth rule here, though. She shivers, and grabs for Archie's hand, standing up and pulling him out of the booth. (Svava makes notes to similarly torment him upstairs.)

""