"Caspian." And there have to be more things than his name, there do, but she can't think of what matter as much or more as she's half-startled by his touch and rocks hard against his hands for more. Except. Except. Except maybe she can think of one other thing, as least, which is "please". It's more whimpered than asked, soft and by his ear, as her on head rests on his shoulder.
Lucy forgets for a moment how to do anything but try for more of the touch, try to just feel more, because it isn't enough.
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Lucy forgets for a moment how to do anything but try for more of the touch, try to just feel more, because it isn't enough.