Conspiring Trees 

By Weirdnessmagnet
Rating: PG/PG-13 (implications of naughty things, but no actual naughty things)
Pairing: Tumnus/Lucy
Author's notes: Written purely from a conversation with transtempts, which went...
 

weirdnessmagnet: After seeing Tumnus in the movie version, I would totally marry him if I were Lucy, because dayum. Which leads me to my first ever porny thought about a faun and an underage girl.

transtempts: And, I bet that Lucy was just sure that she would marry Tumnus, and as soon as she was of age, all the other royals wanted her to marry someone and form an alliance, and Lucy was just, "No, I've got a betrothed, thanks."

And so the other three shrugged and Edmund announced there would have to be a large fuss of a wedding because the people needed a good revelry and Lucy was a Queen, after all. Peter for once agreed with him and it meant Susan got to plan an absolute spectacle seeming to center around Lucy, but ended up being about a dress, Lucy's hair, flowers, table arrangements, and a slew of things that Lucy didn't think involved her at all.

Which is how she came to snatch Tumnus out of his fitting, toss him on her horse and escape to this dense patch of forest. They lay beneath a cluster of trees, light breaking through the leaves in sharp rays.

"Majesty," Tumnus said when Lucy finally stopped kissing him. "What's the matter?"

"Susan," she said, and resumed kissing him.

Which he was perfectly agreeable with, until her hands slid from his chest to his waist (which tickled but he did not mind) to his furry thighs (which did not tickle and he did). He pulled her hands away.

"Majesty, please. Not until we are wed."

Lucy pouted.

Tumnus resisted the urge to kiss her again. "You know I am an old-fashioned sort of faun."

She grinned. "There are other things we can do."

Tumnus' eyes widened. He knew that grin. It was the one she used right before she convinced him to do something very, very unwise, more than a little dangerous, and would take a great deal of explaining to her brothers afterwards.  In Aslan’s name, he loved that look.

"Susan explained it to me," Lucy continued. "For our wedding night. Did you know there is an entire section of the Royal Library devoted to such things?" Lucy's eyes sparkled. "She showed me books. With pictures."

Tumnus' mouth fell open. "Majesty, I -- this is inappropriate. And -- " he said, his eyes darting around the woods, "we are hardly alone."

Lucy looked to the trees. "My loyal subjects would never tell, would you?"

The trees whispered. "Never, Highness." The branches drew together, closing out the light and giving them privacy. Forest-dwelling faun or not, Tumnus occasionally despised how...encouraging Narnian foliage could be. With his luck, the ivy was conspiring with Lucy about the bridal bed.

Lucy stroked his beard gently. "I will not dishonor you," she said, "but it's three days until the wedding. I must have something to last until then."

Tumnus closed his eyes at the gentle touch and smiled. "Yes, Majesty," he said mock-obediently and kissed his bride-to-be. He let Lucy ease him back onto the ground and ignored the giggling trees.