First Kiss (with a side of Fainting)

By BaileySohma/Miharu6

Written - November, 2006
Fandom - Chronicles of Narnia – Lion, Witch, Wardrobe
Rating - PG/Teen - For mild language. Gets a little worse in the second chap.
Plot – (Two-shot) After spending several years apart, Lucy goes to visit Tumnus to ask him to be her escort for a ball. He faints due to emotional stress. Romance ensuuuuueees! Older!Lucy/Tumnus
Disclaimers - I do not own Queen Lucy, Mr. Tumnus, Queen Susan, King Peter, King Edmund or anything to do with The Chronicle's of Narnia movie or book.
Dedications – Err… I don't really think there are any… Unless you want to count the DeviantArt Lucy/Tumnus club. I wrote this for their contest. XD So…
Comments – Um… Yeah. I'm a sucker for pairings like this. XD Besides, Tumnus is cute. I'm not really sure how cannon this is. I don't really remember much of the book. I tried to throw in a little bit of detail from the books/movies, but it's so short that I don't think it really matters.
Well, please tell me what you think! Here it is…. drumroll

Chapter One – Oh no! Did I say that out loud?!

Lucy decided that today was the day. She couldn't stand it any longer! It had been two whole years in this damned castle without seeing him and she had enough of it.
Queen Lucy had no excuses, other than the real one. That would have to do and everyone would just have to get the bloody effing hell over it!
The brunette practically raced out of the castle and towards the stable with determination so strong one could easily mistake her for angry. She was stopped by her elder sister, Queen Susan. "Where are you going?" Susan asked in a very annoyed tone. They had so much to do that day!

Lucy answered honestly, "I'm going to see Mr. Tumnus and nothing short of death is going to stop me."

Susan moved out of her way without another word.

Mr. Tumnus had been feeling rather ill lately. Just plain ill. What was worse, nothing seemed to make the faun happy anymore. Then again, he wasn't around his best friend anymore.
With out fail, every day – all day – he thought of her. The last time he saw her was her coming-of-age party, two years ago. Soon, she would have to pick someone to be her king. He knew there was no hope. He had been sulking since then.

He started thinking to himself. When did he start to fall in love with her anyway? He didn't think there was one moment he could pinpoint when he first started loving her that way. But, Tumnus could remember the moment he realized that he loved her.
She was about sixteen years old. They were having a tea party with her siblings and a few other friends. He kept staring at her. She was just so . . . Wonderful. He inadvertently thought, "I want more than anything to kiss her." That's when he realized that there had been a change within him. It was at that moment that he knew he loved Queen Lucy the Valiant more than anything in this world.

He tried his hardest from that day forward to stop thinking about her that way. There was no hope, after all. She was a queen. He was only a faun. Sure, friendship would last, but he could never be a king. It just wasn't done.

Tumnus started thinking of her coming-of-age ball. She was so beautiful. He had seen her dancing with princes from neighboring lands. It hurt him so much. It hurt him to see her so happy and dancing with her future husband, whichever one he may be.

Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. Who in the world could be visiting him? The Beavers had just visited only days ago. . . The knock was persistent. "I'm coming!" he called, still wondering who it could be.
"Yes? He—" He started, but was shocked to silence.

"Hello, Mr. Tumnus. I thought we could go for a nice walk." Lucy said with a great smile.

Mr. Tumnus was a nervous wreck. He had just been thinking that he was never going to see Queen Lucy again and here she walked! Right next to him!

"How have you been, Mr. Tumnus?" she asked causally.

Tumnus was still in kind of a shock, and he wasn't feeling too well. "I- I have been well." He lied. "How have you been, Queen Lucy?"

"I'll be better if you don't call me queen," She half-giggled.

"A-alright." Was all he could manage. He wasn't sure what to do. Part of him wanted to throw his arms around her, kiss her and tell her all of his deepest emotions; another part of him wanted to run away; and the other part wanted to faint because it was getting pretty damn hot outside. Or, was that just him?

"I came here for more than just chit-chat, you know."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. You see, in seven days, there is to be a celebration in honor of my older brother's soon-to-be marriage."

He made an attempt to chuckle, but it most likely failed, "Why would you be telling me this, Lucy?"

"To invite you, of course! But, more than that. I wish for you to be my escort."

He stopped. In. His. Tracks. Escort?! To QUEEN LUCY??!! The one that he— He would have to dance with her and hold her hand and—And--! AND--!
It was too much for his body. The heat and his temporary poor health finally made him crash, literally. He fainted. Falling to the ground, he could hear nothing but, very faint cries of Lucy in panic, "Mr. Tumnus?! Mr. Tumnus!!"

Tumnus awoke in a strange room. The bed was not his, nor any of the furniture. It was dark outside. How long had he been out?
He could see a tall female human across from him, in front of a fireplace. Very groggily, he said, "L-lucy?"

"No," Responded the shadow. "It is Queen Susan."

"W-where's Lucy? Is she alright?"

"Yes, she is well. She went to freshen herself up."

He sat slowly up and looked around the room. "How long have I been asleep, Queen Susan?" He asked, slightly more awake.

"Almost three days, Mr. Tumnus," She said as she turned around to face him. "My sister took care of you for two days in your home. When she realized that you weren't waking up, she brought you here for the doctor to examine you. He said you were fine, but needed rest. Apparently, you've been emotionally stressing your body, Mr. Tumnus."

His eyes popped wide open. Three days?! Surely he wasn't that ill. Something else struck him. Lucy had taken care of his unconscious body for two whole days. He blushed.
Before he could say anything, Queen Susan said, "Mr. Tumnus, I don't know about at your home, but here, Queen Lucy did not leave your side."

She didn't leave his side? This did and did not surprise him. He knew that she would be concerned, after all they still were friends. But… She hadn't left his side for three days. He wanted to say something to Susan. He didn't know what, though.
The door opened. A girl slightly shorter that Susan and doned with a similar crown walked in. Her eyes opened wide with excitement. Perhaps it was shock or relief, Mr. Tumnus couldn't really tell.
"Hello, Lucy," he said with slightly upturned lips. He was still feeling a bit out of it.

She rushed towards the bed and hugged his neck as soon as she got there, but did so carefully so she wouldn't hurt him. "Oh! Mr. Tumnus! I'm so glad you're awake! I was so afraid that something dreadful had happened to you."

Tumnus wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to hug her back, but feared that doing so would cause him to loose all self control and let himself spill like a glass of milk. However, he could not not respond to her affections. It would just be cruel. He decided the best course of action would be to pat her shoulder. Yeah. Genius, Tumnus.

Queen Susan had quietly snuck out of the room. Leaving those two alone. She knew that something was in the air and it wasn't Pine Sol.

After Lucy had finally let go of Tumnus, there was a few moments of silence. Tumnus was trying to compose himself, both because he was still a little sleepy-headed and because his feelings for Lucy were only intensifying by being around her.
Finally, Lucy broke the silence. "I was so worried about you, Mr. Tumnus. I thought for sure that you were seriously hurt."

"Thank you, Lucy."

"For what?" She looked directly in his eyes.

"For staying by my side."

They stayed in that position for quite a while. Tumnus was now very much awake and couldn't tear himself from her gaze. It was just so… Amazing. It left him almost euphoric.
"So beautiful…" he whispered.

"What did you say, Mr. Tumnus?" Lucy asked.

"Oh! Err… Nothing." He finally broke away from her gaze and looked down in embarrassment. How could he have said that!?

Lucy was now looking down as well at her hands in her lap. "I missed you terribly," she said. Was it in a sad tone?

"I missed you too, Lucy."

More silence. This was almost as bad as him being turned to stone! He couldn't stand this much awkward silence between him and Lucy. Even if his feelings weren't returned (or spoken of), they were still friends and this awkward-ness was tearing him up!
He had to say something. Must. Fill. SILENCE.

"I'm still your escort to King Edmund's ball, am I not?"

"Oh, no! I couldn't ask that of you. You're sick"

"I promise, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Alright. . . Only if you feel up to it. And, if for any reason you feel the least bit tired or ill, please let me know. I'll make sure that you get carried off to the room and—"

"I promise, Lucy." He laughed. Ah. This was much better. It didn't feel so strange.

"I'll send a servant tomorrow to fetch your finest scarf. I look forward to dancing with you." She was almost nose-to-nose with him that time. Still, it didn't seem to bother him so much when he just spent time with her and stopped worrying.
He looked at her eyes again, this time focusing on the area underneath them. There were dark circles by those beautiful greens.

"Why don't you get some sleep, Lucy? You need rest."

She agreed and hugged his neck once more. "I'm so glad to have you back, Mr. Tumnus."

This time, he threw caution to the wind and wrapped his arms around her. "I am too, Lucy."

Once they let go, she gave a bow and a good-bye. Just before she was about to leave the room Tumnus stopped her. "Lucy!"

"Yes?"

"I meant to tell you. When you said to stop calling you queen, I wanted to tell you to stop calling me mister. Just Tumnus."

She smiled the biggest smile he had ever seen. "Alright. . . Tumnus!"