Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns James, CS Lewis owns Lucy, and they both go by initials. This isn't relevant, I just felt like stating that.
the sweetest memory
JamesLucy
Sixteen short years is more than enough time to meet – and flirt with, and date, and kiss – plenty of girls, but James doesn't think he's ever met a girl quite like this one.
"How come?" Lucy asks softly when he voices this thought to her out loud, one star-studded night on the deck of the Dawn Treader when he has nothing better to do than watch the shine of the moon glitter in her cinnamon curls. "What makes me so different from all those other girls?"
James swallows, wanting very much to inch his hand along the railing to touch hers. "Maybe it's the whole royalty of a magical world thing?" he offers teasingly.
Lucy smiles, runs a hand through her hair, and reaches out, taking his hand gingerly in hers. "Is it just that?" she questions, and James finds himself shaking his head before he fully comprehends her question.
"No," he mutters, drawing closer and pressing a hand into her curls. "Of course not. You're – you're special. You're magic, but a different kind of magic – and, um, and you're pretty and…you're one of a kind, Lucy," he finishes, stammering to a stop, her name warm and sinfully sweet on his lips.
Lucy tilts her head. "James," she smiles, "you're one of a kind, too."
And then suddenly she's kissing him, suddenly she's in his arms and her hands are in his hair and her lips are caramel-sweet on his. It takes him roughly ten seconds to realize what's happening and respond, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her in closer, slowly deepening the kiss.
She's his sweetest memory of his time on Narnian seas.
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