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Her husband is stupid, Lucy concludes while in the bath.

She read that book of Mary's, she thinks as she gets out and dries and dresses again, and she could tell he was enjoying it and he got all upset just because she happens to think Lilly Kane is pretty and fun to flirt with and then he had to go and be stupid, and by go she means not be with her, dammit.

And she just finished her last chocolate bar, too.

Dammit dammit dammit.

None of it's fair, and he's not here and she should just go to her room. She should. That would show him. Or she could go snog Lilly. She'd at least get snogged without stupid talking then.

She really wants him to come home, though.

Dammit.

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All she wants is to get closer and tries desperately to raise her hips.

It's probably cheating, to let her hand rub against her own breast, and she doesn't care right now because everything aches and everything's tight and oh, he's getting paid back for this, somehow, that's for certain.

"Caspian." It's like the only word she can form is his name. And every other one she ever knew is gone and she wants to say just please and she can't even get that out.

It's doubtful that he would really argue with any comeuppance she decides to lay on him after this.

But still, her saying his name like that, with her voice rough around the edges and heated and almost breaking--he wants to push her over the edge, to let her break and fall and come together again.

So he pushes.

Not if he's sense, no.

And he pushes and she gives up and she falls and she flies and her one hand is tight in his hair as her back arches off the bed and again the only thing she can say is just his name.

Her skin is warm and her face is burning and she's gasping for breath as she shakes under him.

"There," he whispers, looking up at her, and he moves gently until he's lying by her side again, and they can both collapse into the pillows and the bedclothes, his arm loose over her stomach and his eyes tracing her face with tired delight.

"I love you," he says, softly. She's just--

She's glowing and she's beautiful.

...Talking, right.

Just a minute. She just needs a minute.

And then she turns her head to just look at him, and it's still a little surprised, and it's almost awed, too, before leaning over and hesitantly kissing him. Because he was--and--but she loves him, and it's only hesitant for a moment, because it's kissing Caspian and she doesn't think she can ever be hesistant about that for long.

"Love you," she whispers when she pulls back to look at him again.

"Think you broke me," she admits, and thinks she'll never get out of this bed again.

He groans a little, and stretches contentedly against her side.

"You broke me first," he says, languidly, because he can be lazy now, and he likes that. And it seems his thoughts are moving along the same paths as heres, because he follows that with:

"I'm never getting up again. What do you think?"

"Mmm. Think I'm going to break you again," she answers as she attempts movement with something small. Like wiggling her toes. "And take a very, very long time doing it, til you do explode."

She just has to make it to moving her legs, now.

Yeeeah, just that.

"Also think never done that before," she says after a moment, softly, and her face is never going to stop being red, but it's a very nice feeling.

Caspian ducks his head, grinning, and his blush heats the pillow.

He has never looked quite so boyish.

"...No. Awfully nice, though."

He glances over at her, inexplicably a little shy now, despite the intimacies they've shared. "'m sorry," quickly. "About. Before." One hand comes up to push his hair back from his forehead.

"Was being an ass."

"Awfully," she agrees quickly, and then blushes at how quickly she agreed, and leans over to kiss his shoulder softly. And if she can avoid his face this way for a moment, while her cheeks burn with something different, that's okay. "I'll finish for you next time," Lucy promises against his skin, still not looking over at him. "And--it's--"

She stops and sighs and presses another kiss before rolling away and onto her back. It's a few moments before she speaks again, spent pushing her own hair back and looking at the ceiling.

"--You were," she says, finally, "but I guess I was too. I just--I don't know why you got so upset."

He thinks back on it, lying on his stomach with his arms under the pillow that's under his chin.

And the odd thing is...he hasn't any idea why he got so upset, either. Honestly, all she was trying to do was, well...

He blushes. But there weren't any patrons around and he'd still pushed her away. It makes no sense at all, now that he thinks on it.

"I...don't know," he admits, frowning a little. "I did know, back there. But now it doesn't seem like any of what I thought mattered really did matter after all."

"You're blushing," she murmurs, and can't help grinning a little. "What are you thinking?" she asks, rolling to her side and resting her chin on her arm.

And Lucy has to add, after a moment, softly, "I don't want to do anything with Lilly like I just did with you, you know. Just teasing you."

Oh, and that makes him hang his head, suddenly and horrbly uncomfortable, remembering heated words tossed back and forth.

"I know," he mumbles. "Just...that's what Lilly does. I just.

"It stung, a bit. Even not believing it."

He's not really that much of an idiot.

Lucy frowns at him and his expression and rolls a little closer to look down at him.

"What is it?" And she brushes at his hair, gently, because she didn't mean/i> for it to sting.

"Just me being an ass," he says, without much conviction, because he still isn't sure of how--or what--to tell her.

"It all seems like a dream sometimes, still. You being here. I still think I'll wake up and find myself back in the stream. Or on the Dawn Treader. Feels like I don't deserve having you here. I thought--maybe--"

But he doesn't finish, quite. Instead, his hand reaches out, finds its way across her stomach, and he curls into her side, resting his face in the crook between her head and shoulder.

"Tease me about anything you like, except leaving?"

"Oh, Caspian."

Her arms go tightly around him and she never, ever wants to let go.

"You--oh, my love, don't--you deserve better than this. You do," she says, firmly, and into his hair. "Better than this, and me, because you deserve anything. And everything. But I promise it's real. I promise you won't wake up from this. I promise, and I'm a queen, so you have to listen to what I say," and she doesn't care if it's not quite true, he shouldn't ever doubt this.

And her lips are soft again his hair again as she promises, "Not that. I won't tease about that. Not ever. Lion forsake me if I do."

And it's funny, but...

He breathes a little easier.

Funnier, really, that though he's felt this way, he never has really accepted what it might mean. It's been pushed away and down and ignored for so long that it's almost a surprise to discover that the thoughts are still there, after all.

"All right," he says, finally, quietly, and he tugs her close to his own body.

"There isn't anything better than you, Lu. Nothing, not in any worlds I've ever seen. So I'll take your word in all but that," and he smiles, and when he tilts his face back up again he kisses her softly.

"There's lots," she laughs, softly and against his neck as she settles against him. "Not really good enough for you. But I'm selfish and don't want to lose you anyway."

And then he kisses her, and she relaxes more in his arms and kisses back just as softly.

"Never will," he murmurs, against her lips, and smiles.

"Have your name now, remember? Means I'm always yours, no matter what."

"Mmm."

And it makes her smile back and she whispers, "Forever and always. Shan't let you go. And in the morning I'm taking advantage of that and seeing how long I can make you squirm in this bed."

Lucy kisses him again, softly, after saying that and moves her head to press her face into the crook of his neck again.

"That's a challenge?" he asks, grinning, but it's a tired grin all the same. He tucks her into his side and closes his eyes, sighing.

It's been a long day.

"No, a promise," she sighs and her skin has the almost-itchy feeling of sweat dried on it, but she doesn't care.

She pulls away, firmly, for a moment--enough to get a quilt from the foot of the bed and tiredly spreads it out before pulling it over them, leaning into his side again.

Because she loves him, and it will be colder, even here, as the night goes on.

"Just wait til the morning and you'll see."

"Till the morning," he yawns, and helps her spread the quilt over them.

It isn't long before he drifts off to sleep, with Lucy breathing evenly beside him.

And it turns out, in the morning, that it was a promise, after all.

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