a/n: This is probably the most sickeningly sweet I will ever get with my writing. I got this idea from the TumnusLucy fans on Live Journal, so this is for all of you, especially Springfall who helped by reading the earlier draft of it and encouraging me to post it. Girl, you totally rock! (to coin a phrase.) So, here you go, this is another T rated story, but it's doubled dosed in drabble and fluff. If anyone has seen the film '13 going on 30', then you'll catch the jist of this title straightaway.

And no, I haven't forgotten about the Mary Sue story, that will be updated sometime this weekend, I'm still doing some tweaking on it. ;)

Reviewers get cookies. :)

Revised on May 2, 2006.

Ten Minutes in a Closet

By: Yva J.

In The Closet

She couldn't believe it!

It was her eighteenth birthday and here she was sitting blindfolded on the floor in a closet. The folds of her dress were surrounding her, as though she was a flower blossoming from a bud. The dark green colored gown she wore had been especially selected for this day. Everything had been fine until her siblings had come up with this ridiculous idea of them playing juvenile party games.

Of course the subjects had agreed. They seemed more than enthusiastic to take part in such a charade. Even Tumnus seemed to think the idea held some sort of merit.

What was a girl to do?

Lucy had long since grown tired of playing these sorts of games, but she had also decided to play along and appease her eldest brother. Who could resist Peter when he made those Bambi eyes at her anyway? It was no wonder the High King had so many admirers of the female persuasion; he could persuade a leopard to change its spots if it served his purpose.

As she sat there, she began to contemplate the whole issue of love. She was not sure anymore if she was in love, or had ever been in love. Sure, she had feelings for someone, but these feelings were obviously not reciprocated. Eventually, she concluded that it would not be a good idea to speak of them to anyone. After all, the one she loved probably still saw her as this cute little girl with ribbons and bows in her hair, as opposed the woman that she had become.

From beneath the folds of her gown, she shivered slightly still feeling the cold floor beneath her. She could see nothing, not even the color of the silk scarf covering her eyes. Internally, she wished that she could have been anywhere except where she was. The last thing she could remember seeing was her brother, Edmund. This was just before he had wound the scarf gently around her head, thus concealing her eyes.

As soon as she was ready, her sister led her to the small room. "Ten minutes," Susan had instructed. "Keep the blindfold on no matter what happens. You know the rules."

"Yes, I know," she had reluctantly agreed, and within minutes, she could hear the sounds of the door being closed. She held her hands out before her until she found the back of the wall and sat down on the ground in order to waited.

She knew this room all too well, she had often played there as a small child. Hide and seek had always been her favorite game. She had even taught Tumnus to play the game, and remembered the first time the faun had been 'it'. She always had the advantage over him because his hooves would tippety-tap against the marble floor, thus providing ample warning that he was coming to find her. She would take advantage of this and quickly find a new hiding place. That happened for the longest time, until Tumnus was pulled aside by the other three monarchs and special sock-like covers were designed to cover his hooves so that she would not hear him coming.

She giggled as she remembered the first time he had found her; the joy that had emanated him had been enchanting. She felt her heart skipping a beat as the memories and antics with her best friend literally flooded into her conscience.

She reached up and touched the blindfold that concealed her eyes, all the while not knowing what would happen next. Who would be coming into the closet?

In the back of her mind, she hoped that it would be Tumnus. It seemed rather silly, but the youngest queen had fallen in love with the faun and she feared what would happen if she were to confess her feelings. Surely, it would ruin the lasting friendship they had found, she often thought. The feelings she opted to keep to herself.

She took a deep breath as she wrung her hands together. She knew was that her friendship with him had started to change and she wondered almost constantly if he had sensed it as well.

Instead of worrying about it, she silently waited until the door slowly opened.

From where she was sitting, she could hear the sound of the door creaking and the laughter from the party filtering into the room. She swallowed as the door was closed and the sounds from beyond were muffled.

Whoever it was who had come into the room approached where she was sitting on the ground. She could suddenly feel the breeze as they crouched down before her, but no words were spoken. Lucy reached a hand out in the direction where the movement seemed to originate, but all she felt was the air between them. "W-who's there?" She whispered nervously, but no answer emerged.

Whoever this was, he must have been sufficiently drilled on the rules of this particular game. Lucy quickly discovered that he would not be uttering a sound.

She sighed nervously as she suddenly felt a hand taking one of hers. His fingers wrapped snugly around her own; the touch soft and gentle. She also could not help but notice that his hands were covered with a thin, silky fabric. The suitor was wearing gloves.

Disappointment washed over her as her thoughts began to race. It cannot be Tumnus, she concluded, the faun never wore gloves. Gloves were restrictive to him, the extent of his clothing a scarf. Her favorite scarf was casual and red and somehow brought out the blue in his eyes. Those shining eyes made him all the more endearing to her.

She bit down on her lip, the tears now soaking the object covering her eyes. As her thoughts started to go haywire, she released a pent up sigh. It's probably one of those pompous princes that Peter insisted on inviting to my party, she thought. She wished that she had had more to say about the guest list, but that was the drawback to being the youngest. This is obviously one of those guys who thinks they are God's gift to women and can do no wrong, her cynical thoughts continued. She curled her lips defiantly, all the while knowing just how vulnerable she truly was.

The visitor inched closer, reached out, and touched her lips, thus causing her to cease frowning. He nodded as a slight smile covered his lips, but still no words emerged.

"Who are you?" She whispered, but received no answer from the mysterious individual who was sitting before her. She could feel a small sense of fear gripping her, this not knowing literally winding its way around her. She knew consciously that her siblings would not put her into a precarious situation, but this did not ease her tension. She also knew that this prolonged silence was starting to make her feel more nervous and insecure. "Please do say something."

"Shhh," the word emerged, but it was more like an exhalation and through it, she could not detect who was with her. Instead of feeling calm, this made her feel even more anxious.

Wordlessly, the suitor began to gently stroke her face, his fingers touching and running through the silkiness of her hair. Without warning, she could suddenly feel the goose bumps covering her arms. She raised her hand somewhat before grasping his hand and holding it against one side of her face.

What is he doing to me? She asked herself. Why is he seducing me like this? I don't even know who he is, but yet he is awakening in me feelings that I never thought I had. She licked her lips nervously, but what happened next took her by complete surprise, he took her free hand in his and allowed her to touch his face, the skin along the contours of his face soft. Within seconds, she had touched his mouth and suddenly felt him kissing her fingertips as the spasms of excitement started to unconsciously curse through her.

"I don't know who you are, but the power you hold over me is magnetic," she whispered. From somewhere, she could suddenly hear soft chuckles emerging, but still no words were spoken.

"You think I'm being funny?" She asked weakly. "All of this frightens me."

The suitor nodded. He knew that she was scared, and wanted to do whatever he could to show her in a non-verbal manner that she had nothing to fear. He leaned over to her and captured both sides of her face in his hands. This gentle touch did little to alleviate her nervousness and after several seconds had passed, she could suddenly feel his lips touching her cheek. The skin came alive upon feeling this sensation, and she unconsciously waited for his mouth to make its descent towards her waiting lips.

As his mouth started to move slowly towards her lips, she could suddenly feel excitement filling her and thus blocking out the fear that she had experienced earlier. Seconds seemed to pass in slow motion and she suddenly could feel his mouth inching closer and closer to her own, a trail of dampness left along her cheek.

Who is this that leaves such longing inside of me? She asked as an almost deep sense of desire rose up in her. Without even so much as a warning, she could feel his lips abruptly covering her own. As he moved his lips eagerly against her own, she could suddenly feel the breath literally leaving her.

For his part, he lowered his hand and touched the collar of her dress, his fingers gently reaching beneath the folds of fabric. He could instinctively tell that she had never been kissed like this before. Her movements at first had been filled with hesitancy and insecurity, but after several moments with him they had changed. As he gently kissed her, he could almost sense a new boldness taking hold of the young queen. Her lips eventually parted and her arms wanted nothing more than to wind their way around him and allow the kiss to intensify. Seeing this, he broke the kiss and captured both of her hands firmly in his.

Once he held them, he leaned back over and captured her lips once more, this time the kiss filled with longing. As it deepened, both Lucy and the suitor allowed the moment to take them away.

Oh Lucy, if only you knew whom it was that was kissing you in this way, his thoughts ravaged his mind, but he released her hands and allowed them to wander over her face, all the while still keeping his lips pressed against hers. I love you so much and I know that my life would be empty without you being a part of it.

Although he wanted to say these words verbally, his thoughts remained unspoken. He broke the kiss and managed to remove the gloves he wore and tossed them silently to the floor.

Lucy reached up at that moment and touched her lips, the moistness of them causing her breathing to emerge in gasps. She did not know what was happening to her, but she longed for him to kiss her again. They had both been wonderful kisses, and they had left her with a feeling unlike any other. Her thoughts and mind had been sent into oblivion all the while not knowing who it was that made her feel this way.

She licked her lips slowly as she felt another sensation near her temple. Seconds seemed to tick slowly by as the soft fingers loosened the knot to the scarf that had kept her eyes in darkness.

As he unwound the silk scarf from her head, he discarded this in very much the way he had discarded the gloves. He remained seated before her, his fingers expertly touching her face. After some moments, he inhaled slowly and waited for her to look at him.

As she finished rubbing her eyes, she raised her head and looked into his eyes. His face literally swam before hers and taking a deep breath, she waited for her eyes to readjust to the dim light.

"It's you…" her voice trailed off, and he could tell that she was not disappointed in the slightest, in fact, abruptly she threw herself into his arms. "…I so hoped that it would be you."

He smiled brightly, but instead of speaking, he took both sides of her face and tipped it up until she was staring into a pair of blue eyes filled with more love than she had ever seen anywhere. His head lowered once more and he covered her lips with his own, the kiss better than the other two. This time, the kiss deepened as the passion took them away to a place that belonged only to them.

It no longer mattered to Lucy that they were playing a game or sitting in a closet. She did not care if her siblings had come up with this idea as a surprise for her birthday. All that truly mattered to her was that he was kissing her.

Tears caught in her eyes as the kiss once more ended. "Tumnus," she whispered, her words emerging breathless, and she reached for his hands. He offered them and held them in the exact same way they had done all those years ago when they were standing at the lamppost. She looked up at him, this time her eyes glistening with tears. "This is real, it isn't some silly game, is it?"

He shook his head solemnly. "No, it is no game. My feelings for you are not something that I would toy with. Your brothers and sister spoke with me about this before the party and they suggested that this would be a good way for me to convey my feelings towards you."

She bit down on her lip as he reached over and touched one side of her face. "You really do care for me?" She whispered and once he nodded, she continued. "I thought that I was just a child to you."

He shook his head, but could still feel the tears streaming down his cheeks. He blinked and could see that she too was overcome with emotion. He reached over and stroked her face, his fingers smearing the tears away and he spoke.

"By the Lion, I love you, Lucy Pevensie."