[for Anne] went back to what you knew

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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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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.

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Anne's skirts had been dispensed with, and Caspian had begun working on his trousers. She in the meantime, reached slowly behind her to tug loose the laces of her bodice. Anne didn't pull it away completely, not yet. She would let him have that pleasure. So her breasts were still covered, just barely.

While he fumbles with his trousers, her own fingers reach forward to teasingly tug at his shirt. Her eyes flickered up to meet his gaze. Few things felt more satisfying than pulling that fabric up over his head and letting her fingers play across his chest and abdomen.

But that would have to wait, at least until he was ready and his trousers were done with.

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It's quick enough to get the lacing free so he can simply wriggle the rest of the way from his trousers. It frees him up to help her tug the shirt properly over his head. As always, there's the faintest sigh of absolute contentment for being completely bare in her presence.

And, since they're imbalanced, he's quick to bring his attention to properly freeing her from the loose covering of her bodice. His head ducks instantly to press a flurry of kisses against the smooth skin of her breasts, the pleased hum on his lips hopefully balancing the slight roughness of his beard.

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Her eagerness shows in how quickly her fingers slide up his sides to push his shirt away. Anne can't help sighing over the feeling of his warm skin beneath her fingers; the feeling of his tight muscles. Once her bodice is pulled free and they're both completely bare, Anne feels complete again. The softness of his lips and the prickle of his beard are a welcome combination that she greets with a soft moan.

Anne runs her fingers through his hair, gently holding him to her chest before sliding her fingers down the nape of his neck and along his back. It's too good, feeling him resting atop her, touching her. His humming has her sighing his name in praise again.

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There's no longer a sense of desperation. There's no need to rip and tear and scramble for intimacy. There's a certain degree of assurance in his heart that they'll have each other--that there's time to actually simply enjoy the pleasure of being close to her.

It's enough to just press lazily contented kisses against the swell of her breasts. It's enough to hum in response to the soft intoxicating sound of her voice as one hand slides slowly down her ribs, over her hip, to settle between her legs again.

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There are times to indulge in fast-paced, desperate carnal desires. Then there are times like this; to pause and enjoy and just feel. To draw out the pleasure and make such intimate feelings that much stronger.

Anne's hips rise at the feeling of his fingers gliding over her flesh and coming to rest between her thighs. Her nails bite into his skin just a little, not enough to cause real pain. Unable to reach as far as she'd like, it's all Anne can do to let her hands splay across his back, to hold Caspian tight to her and feel his weight above her.

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The dig of her nails is wonderful. It sends a pleased shudder through his entire being as he shifts to settle more properly over her, second hand joining the first in taking grip of her thighs. His lips trail affectionately across her collarbone for a moment before his attention settles on her neck again.

There's nothing in the world like the way her moans feel vibrating against his lips.

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Already he knows her weak points as though they were his own. Already he knows how sensitive her neck is to the softness of his kiss and the scratch of his beard. That touch alone is enough to have Anne's back arching, pressing her chest against his as he settles over her.

"Ahhh~" she does indeed moan for him. Her thighs follow the direction of his hands, parting a little. With him positioned this way, Anne's hands are free to slide down his sides, around to his abdomen and slowly further south.

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He loves the touch of her hands, of course. He doesn't at all want to discourage her from exploring, from touching, from dragging throaty moans from him as his teeth catch briefly tight at the tender skin of her neck.

Brushing at her fingers now has little to do with lack of enjoyment and everything to do with needing himself entirely free as he adjusts her legs more properly around himself.

Every moment, every touch, every sensation is wonderful. That doesn't mean he isn't eager to enjoy being properly joined with her.

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Anne follows her instinct even as he adjusts her legs. Her body knows what to do, how to wrap properly about his waist. She is equally anxious, wet and wanting for his deeper touch.

"Caspian..." her voice is thick with need and desire. Such teasing of his teeth and kisses against her throat, it's a wonder she was able to speak at all.

Her hands come up to his shoulders, squeezing at the muscle beneath, as always impressed by his physique.

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It's impossible not to moan when she speaks his name. It's impossible not to gasp against her throat, blunt nails digging into her hips as he finds the proper angle to enter her.

He loves her in an ethereal way. He adores her in a fashion beyond what he can name.

But the carnal satisfaction of their intimacy is its own wonderful bliss.

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There's a sense of completion each time he enters her. As if she's not whole without his touch, when she's not joined as one with him. It's a depth of love and emotion she's not felt with anyone else.

This is the truest love.

Anne moans out as her walls stretch to accommodate him, clamping tight around his length. Her body arched up into his, and it was Anne's turn to trail soft, fluttering kisses along his jaw and neck.