Aragorn's green eyes meet yours, and they glint in the dim light around you. He's been snatching kisses from you for a while, but this time, things seem different. His hands reach for your hips, eyes asking permission, and you smile- half shyly, and half boldly.
You've barely said yes when his mouth closes over yours, hard and kissing you with a ferocity you've always admired in battle- but now it envelops you and as his hands pull you closer, yours tangle in his hair.
He leans into you, kissing stronger and harder, and before long you're putty in his arms. He pulls away and grins widely, then grabs under your thighs and lifts you up, and your legs wrap around his hips. Kissing you all the while, he carries you and before you know it- you got a little distracted from your route by his lips- he's bending you over the bed, and you're lying on your back watching him strip.
Aragorn's eyes glance over your body for a moment, and he gives a shuddering sigh. Suddenly, you're naked and he's on his hands and knees over you, one hand on your breast and his tongue deep inside your mouth. His hand travels southwards, but he doesn't stop kissing you, tasting the moans you can't keep back.
In a swift motion, his hand pins your arms above your head and he shakes his head, dark hair dancing through the air. He's stopped kissing you, for the moment, and your breathing is hard and as hungry as his eyes. He bends his head down to nip at your breast, then your collarbone, stops at your lips for a moment, then over to your shoulders.
His voice rumbles in your ear, "Would you like me-" his fingers slip inside you- "here?"
"Ye-mmmm." Your attempt at a reply is distracted by his fingers and you roll under his body, bumping against the hardness between his legs.
His eyes meet yours, filled with desire, and suddenly he thrusts into you and it is all you can do not to cry out- though you don't succeed and he answers your moan with one of his own. He sets a pace that sends you writhing and moaning, and his breathing is rough and ragged.
When you climax, he shakes at the sound of your cries and you can feel him come inside you. His eyes flutter slightly, and he smiles sheepishly when he comes back to his senses. As he pulls out of you, he rolls over to your side, and you lie, looking into each other's eyes, until his arms encircle you and you drift off to sleep.