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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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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.

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Words come to his throat, but die on his lips as rough needy gasps. It would seem that time and practice hasn't at all begun to dull the joy and excitement of being with Anne.

There's something to be said for moving slowly with her. There's something to be said for enjoying a slow, steady pace without frantic energy. There's something to be said for truly luxuriating in the warmth of being connected with her physically, with being surrounded by the tight heat of her, with the gentleness of kisses and the shivering certainty of motion.

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Before he left to wage battle on the sea, their night together had been hot, heavy and fast-paced. Which was understandable, given that it had been their first encounter going so far and the circumstances. But moving slowly now, drawing out the pleasure and staying in the moment longer, there's a definite appeal.

Her lips continued to tease against his neck, moving lower to trail along his pulse to his collarbone. Anne's arms in the meanwhile took to wrapping around his waist, pulling him more against her so that their bodies pressed flush against each other, hardly any space between them. Each movement he makes sends shocks of pleasure running through her, up from her core to her spine and down to the tips of her fingers.

Anne leans back a bit, to let herself see his face."I love you," she smiles as she moans again for him.

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He loves every second with her. He loves the wonderful tight press of being intimate with her. He loves the fit of their bodies, the way they join and the way they settle together. He loves being in and around and on and simply genuinely with her.

It bubbles easily to the surface as he follows the directive of her motion, of the tug of her arms to keep them closer.

"I-- I love you, Anne."

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Each moment with him makes her greedier for more. His mere presence is enough to make her happy. Thus encounters like this are that much more elating. Anne's thighs tighten a bit at his hips, and with her arms around him she moves to roll over, to press his back to the mattress while all the while keeping him inside her.

She's not yet been able to show him what she can do, how devoted she is, though her whimpers of his name and praises in the dark should be evident enough of that. But Anne sought to show him yet another form her devotion could take, and just how good she was at showing it - with him, at least. For it was her depth of love for him that made the act pleasurable at all.

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All his experience is with her. All he knows of women is what he's learned from their time together. His imagination, true, has given him moments of inspiration, thoughts and shades and images beyond his experience.

This is beyond. This is absolutely something that has his cheeks flushed slightly brighter than simple exertion, fingers clenching tight at her hips and moan entirely throaty at the sensation of her sinking all the further down on him.

"Anne--?"

He doesn't fully understand, but he's certainly not complaining.

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She smiles down at him and brings a single finger up to brush against his lips, shushing him. Slowly she rocked her hips down to take him in a bit more.

"Just relax," she purred.

Slowly she began a steady rhythm with her hips, going up and down, letting his length slide in and out. Anne leans back a little, letting him hit a new angle inside her that made her walls tighten and shiver around him and a soft moan escape her lips.

"If you don't like-" a sharp moan cut her off. "You can...always flip us back again."

She was only trying to give him a new angle, a new view, a new sensation.

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Relaxing is lovely. Relaxing lets him focus all his attention on the sensation of her weight on him, her heat on him; the different sort of tension in her body that rockets entirely new sensations through his core.

"N... no. I-- I like it."

He likes giving himself completely to trusting her. He likes learning new things about her--and about himself. About them.

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Her body continues to rock, taking him in deep and at a steady rhythm. At first she stays close, balancing upright with her back straight as she rides him. But after a few passes of his cock slipping inside her, another roll or two of her hips, Anne leaned back a bit.

One hand rested on the mattress behind her, between his legs. Just to steady herself. Her back arched, giving him another new view of her breasts as her hips again took to rubbing up and down on him. At that angle, his shaft dragged against her clit and sent jolts of pleasure spiking through her. Anne moaned out as her pace quickened.

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It's something to get used to. It's something that feels wonderful, yes, but still something to wrap his mind around.

Any last bit of confusion is completely erased at the sound which falls from her lips. It feels nice, yes, but it's a completely different animal on her lips. It's different. It's something that brings a new, wonderful quality to her moaning, and that sets him completely on fire.

"Anne--"