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Being back at all, he knew, was a blessing. Being back and able to hold Anne tight certainly also was. Being back and also on his feet again?

He didn't want to diminish the other two genuine miracles, but he also couldn't help being entirely elated.

The first day, of course, he had been told not to push himself. It had been enough, at least, that he was able to walk through the Cair again--had been able to stand at the tallest spire and make his way down to the shore. It had been enough to stand on the dock and greet the newly returned Lord Drinian. It had been enough to lean on Anne's arm at the end of the day and feel himself fully, properly a King.

The next day saw him rising properly early of his own accord. It saw him strapping on light armour before the morning meal, feeling entirely secure in his own body again.

And meant, at the end of the meal, that his hand found Anne's with an entirely cheerful smile as he pulled her knuckles up for a soft kiss.

"Come. You're a woman of Narnia now. I want to show you what that means."

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"That depends, I suppose." The sentiment was punctuated gently with a soft kiss pressed to her lips, his own lifted contentedly at the corners when he leans back again. "Are we required to remain in the library?"

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There's a soft hum at the back of her throat as she returns that gentle kiss. Her eyelids grow heavy as she smiles up to him.

"No, majesty. We can go wherever you wish."

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The love he feels for her, he knows, is the ethereal sort of devotion a man only feels for one woman in his life. That hasn't at all stopped him from being entirely mired in lust for her.

He's beginning to understand the comfort of them going hand in hand. He's beginning to feel at ease with his constant desire to press his lips to hers without worrying that it's too much.

There's another pleased press of a kiss before he leans back. "I'd only hate to throw all these noble tomes into disarray."

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There's truth in the rumors that Anne has joined a lover or two in bed. The lust she feels for Caspian is not so different - but it is indeed hotter, and more difficult to deny. It's the love she feels that is so beyond any affection she's felt for any other man. Anne knows in her heart that no other man could possibly have been meant for her. Caspian is perfect, kind and wise beyond his years.

In his youth, he knows how to treat a woman. With chivalry in his mind and love in his heart. His kisses are always met with equal affection, and shall be for as long as he deems it fit to keep her by his side.

His comment about the books makes her chuckle and even blush a bit.

"That would indeed be a terrible shame," She smiles as she rises from her seat, her fingers lace with his as she starts for the door. "And what place would your majesty find more suitable?"

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The flush in her cheeks, despite being faint, felt like a tiny bit of a victory. It was so much oftener that she had the upper hand of making him flush, after all. It absolutely pulled a brighter smile over his lips as he smoothed a faintly possessive touch over her cheek.

"Will you think it presumptuous if I ask you to meet me in my chambers, my Lady?"

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Anne set her book on the windowsill before she rose beside Caspian. Her dark eyes flickered up and down his frame before they came back to meet his gaze again. She bowed her head a bit in reverence.

"I shall not - I am at your majesty's command," Her eyes glinted a bit as she smiled. "It would be my genuine pleasure to be invited to your chambers."

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"Well, if it should be a genuine pleasure for you."

She's easier to kiss when they're both standing. It's impossible not to kiss her again, slow and lingering, before finding her hand properly.

"Come on, then."

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Her free hand came up then, to brush against the curve of his jaw as he kissed her. So soft and sweet, yet warm from burning of a king's fire. It was far better than many kisses Anne had been given. As his hand found hers, her fingers laced with his and with a soft laugh she moved to follow after him.

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It was thrilling, feeling her fingers with his. It was still amazing, knowing she's as eager as he is to go hide away in his chambers to indulge in their passions together.

It was still with an entirely youthful sort of eagerness that he dragged her into kisses the moment the door closed behind them.

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Anne is always eager to spend any time she can with Caspian. It could be any activity they're engaged in; talks of diplomacy, archery lessons, a meal - anything. But there's a special heat and feeling that comes from indulging their carnal desires. It's a feeling she's especially eager to pursue with him.

With the door closed, Anne reached up, her fingers in his hair and cupping his jaw as she returned the kisses. Anne's lips parted, letting her tongue brush against his lower lip to tease him further, to stoke his fire a bit hotter.

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He would never have thought it possible, to find such a wonderful partner--someone who challenged his mind and balanced his politics and set his heart so completely aflame. It's amazing that all of that can fit into a single Daughter of Eve.

He's floored, on top of that, by the fact she had run away with him. He's floored that kissing her like this feels so much like his passion is completely returned.

There's no hesitance now to meet her tongue with his. There's no hesitance to smooth his hands possessively over her spine, along her hips, around the curve of her ass while stumbling them both toward the bed.

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He is a king, so it should be her reflex to serve him - yet, in many ways, it seems they serve each other. To draw out that happiness they spark in each other, and make it grow. Silently Anne thanked God that He had seen fit to bring Caspian to her life. How sad and miserable she would have been, still trapped in the court of Henry VIII.

Anne followed his direction, laughing lustily as his hands ran over her. It was a possessiveness she enjoyed; it aroused her. Anne's tongue moved to wrap around his, to explore the heat and taste of his mouth.

Her own fingers moved to his chest, wrapping around the collar of his tunic. Nails biting into fabric, Anne moved to feverishly undo the clasps to let her hands roam over his bare chest. She followed him towards the bed, leaning against him a bit, not wanting to relinquish the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

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They didn't have to think about her fate if she'd been left to Henry. They didn't have to think about his fate if he'd been left to marry one of the pliant women of the Narnian court. They didn't have to think about life without one another.

They'll come to the question of marriage when they come to it. They'll come to contemplating the rest of their lives when they have more than a few precious hours to themselves.

The now is wonderful. The now has Anne's lips against his and Anne's hands tugging open his tunic and Anne's wonderful laugh ringing in his ears. His own laugh is bright and entirely pleased as he pulls back from the kiss to throw her properly down onto the mattress and fall beside her, entirely intent on covering her beautiful neck with kisses.

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It would please Anne to call herself Queen again - but it would please her far more and mean much more to her to be called the wife of Caspian X. But she was content to share in his company as they were now. Enveloped in each other, limbs tangled and lips pressed together.

As he throws her to the bed an elated laugh comes forth again. When he is beside her and his lips work over her neck, it is heaven. Her neck is so sensitive that the faintest brush of his lips makes her moan out for him. Anne's hand finds his, taking it down to her hips to find the ties of her skirts. Her other hand runs through his hair, down his neck and under his loosened tunic to run her fingers over his bare spine.

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There's an incredibly pleased hum on his lips for the spark of her laughter, the gasp of her moan. It only increases in ardor as she drags fingers through his hair and down his spine, as his own fingers begin to tug with proper eagerness at the ties of her skirts. He's gotten better, yes, at helping her out of her clothes, but there's still a certain amount of fumbling in his eagerness to be close to her.

"Do you-- have any idea what your laugh does to me, Anne?"

It's amazing, how it can both lighten his heart and stoke the flame of his passion all at once.

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The hum vibrates against her neck, tickling her a bit and drawing forth a giggle. She enjoys his eagerness and the fumbling enthusiasm. Anne pushes down his tunic to reveal his shoulder, her nails pinch just barely against his shoulder again.

"I don't," Anne grinned, arching her body more against his, reveling in the feeling of his body so close to hers. "Tell me..."

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"Tell you?"

They've known each other. That hasn't changed the pleased heat which comes to his cheeks under her encouragement, under her touch; when his hands are able to begin to wiggle under her clothes, as they are now at her hips where her skirts are beginning to come undone.

"It's-- incredible, you know?" Murmuring against her skin helps him concentrate enough to really, properly work the fabric of her skirts free, begin to properly take ownership with his touch of the valleys of her hips and plane of her stomach. "When I hear you from afar, it brightens my heart, but when-- when I hear you while we're alone like this-- Anne--"

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Anne rolls her hips as his fingers work at the ties of her skirts. The fabric falls away to reveal the arch of her hips, he should have no trouble pulling the skirts free from her now. Then it was only a matter of unlacing her corset to pull the bodice of her dress away.

"Ahh...so my laugh is to you what your eyes are to me," Anne brought her fingers to his chin, to tip his face up so that she could indeed look into those eyes that she loved so dearly. "So inspiring and enchanting from a distance, and up close..."

She leaned in, bringing her lips close to his. "Alone. Nothing else in the world exists but your touch, your smile and those eyes."

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His eyes are entirely bright for when she drags his head from her neck. His smile is beaming as he closes the distance between their lips with absolute pleasure. There's nothing in the world like her laugh, but he can't help enjoying it best when it's stifled by a kiss.

It doesn't stop his hands from continuing to move. It doesn't stop him properly getting his hands under the fabric of her skirts, fingers sliding down to settle with attentive eagerness between her legs.

"Enchanting?" he manages to murmur between kisses. "Really?"

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His kiss makes her heart flutter. Her eyes close as she returns the kiss. But it's his touch between her thighs that has her breaking away from the kiss as her back arches and a low sigh runs through her.

Anne smiles and a low chuckle escapes her as he repeats her words back to her.

"Yes, really," she leans down to kiss him. Hot, hungry and full of passion. "You're surprised?"

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There's nothing in the world like that sigh. There's nothing in the world like having her body arch under his touch.

He's still entirely pleased to pepper kisses against her lips. He's still beyond compelled to explore with his fingers, seeking to pull more sounds from her throat between their kisses.

"It's... mm, it's a-- wonderful word."

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He's successful in his venture; his fingers drawing more sounds of elation and desire from her. Anne tipped her head at each kiss to deepen them a little. Her fingers ran down his arm, squeezing at his biceps and moaning out again for him.

"Ahh...oh, Caspian..." she whispered his name in the most elated tone. So badly she wanted more of his touch, if the movement of her hips were any indication of such.

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His laugh is entirely shaky as his lips duck to her neck again. The brush of his lips is a light, absent thing--most of his attention, after all, is focused on the motion of his fingers between her legs.

His lips brush, entirely pleased, against her throat as he murmurs softly. "I wish you'd-- always say my name like that. Just-- just like that."

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She sighed, moaning softly as her hips rubbed and rocked in tandem with his fingers. His touch brought a flush to her cheeks, to her skin, made her feel warm and a tingling sensation throughout her body.

"Then my love," she gasped, breathless for a moment. "It shall be so...Caspian..."

For Anne did love his name so. It was so poetic and rolled in such a lovely manner off of her tongue.

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She always spoke his name with love. There was never doubt of her devotion for the affection always in her tone.

But there was something more exquisite still about the way she gasped and moaned around the familiar syllables--the absolute certainty that this moment was theirs and no one else's.

It was vaguely unpleasant to pull his hand away, but also absolutely necessary to begin properly fumbling off his trousers.