[AU] to find all you seek

[the_seafarer]

It is hardly unusual that the door opens. 

It is slightly unusual, perhaps, that it opens seemingly on its own, onto a warm green land bordered by a calm, gleaming sea that smells of salt and something like lilies.

With such a view, anyone glancing out the door might be forgiven if they did not see the individual for whom it opened – not unless they glanced down.

And then down some more, where a mouse – a Mouse – stands on its back legs, studying the room before it with a soldier's practiced eye. It is about a foot high, darkly furred, and a scarlet feather nods rakishly from a golden circlet it wears about one ear. 

Apparently making up its mind, the Mouse enters, and the door closes. 

(One story ends, and another begins.)

The Mouse scurries – er, climbs – to the top of a seat at the Bar and lifts its small, impatient voice. "Hey there!" it calls. "Who is master of this alehouse?"

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[the_seafarer]

He hums against her, his own pleasure and desire simmering in his blood, his name on her lips as sweet as music. His cares and worries have evaporated like so many water droplets on the searing hot surface of a griddle; they are as untouchable as steam while she is warm and real and solid and wanting in his arms. He swirls his tongue and his thumb against her at the same time, drawing her closer, sinking as deeply into her as he can.

[sai_delgado]

She'd meant to hold herself back, to coax him to lose himself in her until pleasure overwhelmed him, but the sweetness of his mouth and his fingers against her and the feel of him as they move together, oh, it's too much, too wonderful, and she can't help herself.

She goes up with a cry, desire raging through her like a river at the flood, tightening around him and shivering wildly in his hold.

[the_seafarer]

She shudders and cries out and as she tightens around him his control is yanked from his hands; he groans, back arching and his head falling back as he pushes up into her, as he shakes and shakes and falls apart in shattering pleasure, her name on his lips.

He's almost light-headed as he draws her back in, putting his arms tenderly around her and resting his head on her shoulder in a mirror image of how he'd first drawn her down to him.

[sai_delgado]

She cradles his head to her, her other arm around him, and murmurs soft endearments into his hair as the two of them float back to earth together.

[the_seafarer]

He soft voice and gentle touch guide him back down to her; he spreads his fingers wide over her back, feeling her breathe into his hand, the warmth and strength of her here in his arms. He dusts a kiss over her shoulder and settles back against her with a sigh, spent and sated and relaxed in a way he hasn't been for hours.

[sai_delgado]

She kisses his hair again, combing her fingers through the tangled locks at his nape.

“Caspian,” she murmurs. “Thee very dear.”

[the_seafarer]

"Darling Su," he says, very softly, and kisses her flushed skin again.

"The last thing I want to do is let you go."

[sai_delgado]

She smiles. “Then don’t.”

[the_seafarer]

He huffs a near-silent laugh and shakes his head, his arms looping around her and drawing her near.

"I shan't."

[sai_delgado]

Susan hums a soft pleased sound and holds him a little more closely.

[the_seafarer]

He kisses her throat and lifts his head to look up at her.

"Come lie down with me?"

[sai_delgado]

Susan leans down to kiss him, sweet and lingering. “Aye,” she tells him, when it breaks. “I will.”

She shifts, carefully, to pull back so they can stand.

[the_seafarer]

He stands once there's room, then takes her hand and draws her across the carpet to the large, comfortable bed. Caspian pulls the bedclothes back and coaxes her to get in, to settle herself, following afterwards and drawing the sheets and blanket back up and over them.

[sai_delgado]

She curls up against his side, resting one hand on his chest, the other tucked up under her chin.

"It's a pretty room thee has."

[the_seafarer]

"Mm."

He puts an arm around her, idly drawing his fingers through her hair. "Yes. Bar has been kind to me."

[sai_delgado]

She shivers very slightly and moves closer to him. "Thee deserve kindness, so I'm glad of it."

[the_seafarer]

He half-turns to hold her, nudging his mouth and nose into the crown of her head, breathing her in. "No more than any man," he murmurs.

"Rest if you like, Su. Who knows what surprises tomorrow might bring?"

[sai_delgado]

"And no less, either," she tells him, soft but insistent.

"It's been a day full of them." She peers up at him. "Will thee rest?"

[the_seafarer]

"I will," he promises, and runs his hand up her back, teasing lightly.

"I find my mind most wonderfully cleared."

[sai_delgado]

She looks pleased to hear that, no question, and presses a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

[the_seafarer]

He smiles into her hair and tucks her a little closer.

"So sleep, Su. You've helped, just as I'm sure you hoped."

[sai_delgado]

"Until morning," she murmurs, snuggling nearer.

"Dream sweet, Caspian."

[the_seafarer]

"And you," he says, softly, and settles comfortably at her side.

"Good night, Susan."