Imagine:
Legolas is lieing on his back on his bed, in nothing but his tight pants. You're sitting on top of him, still in your sleepwear- a loose lace crop top and shorts. He has his hands on your hips, and your hands are on his stomach. You look at each other in silence- he has a mischievous look in his eyes. His hands move slowly from your hips to your arms and you gasp when he pulls you down onto his chest, forcing your hands to move onto his shoulders. His face is inches from yours so you lean in to kiss him gently and he tangles his fingers in your hair in order to keep you from sitting up or breaking the kiss- not that you wanted to. He pushes you onto your back and climbs on top of you- one leg between your thighs. He breaks the kiss, but his face remains inches from yours and your eyes meet. His blue eyes meet yours and you can see the mischievous look has grown lustful and your eyes travel to his lips. His left hand untangles from your hair and travels down to the bare skin of your stomach. His gentle touch on your skin sends a shiver down your spine and your feel your nails dig slightly into his shoulders. He grins slightly at your reaction.
"I hate it when you tease me." You say and wriggle slightly beneath him. He lets out a breath of amusement and puts his lips to your ear.
"If you want me to do more than just tease, I'll be more than happy to oblige." He whispers into your ear and a wave of heat washes over you and you bite your lip at the thought. He brings his face back to kiss you- but this time the kiss is deeper, heated and passionate…