A/N- This fic was originally NC-17, it went much further then this, and it didn't end where this one did, but FF.net doesn't accept those kind of fics anymore, so, well, here it is ;_;
--------Needing-----------
''Aragorn. I have just spoken with Gimli. He told me you wish to speak with me.''
Speachless. Frightned. Needing.
''Aragorn?''
''Yea, I do.''
Startled. Wishing. Needing.
''What of?''
''Many things. Do you....recall the talk we shared in Rivendell? About, Arwen and I.''
''Yea.'' I smile comfortly. Yea, I recall it. How he shared his deepest fears and feelings about her. How he feared her leaving, yet how he would feel relieved if she did.
''I never got the change to...ask you a thing. For we had to move on with our Quest, and it was almost daylight.''
I look at him in a way, a certain way. He knows of it already. It means he can go on. Talking.
''Do you believe it would be good if she leaves? For us?''
''Us?''
Speachless. Frightned. Needing.
''...Arwen and I.'' He answered me quickly. Too quickly. I try to hide my disapointment. 'Tis easy, for I know he lies, and that he did not speak of Arwen and him. He is afraid of it. Of the feeling. Startled. Wishing. Needing.
''If it would be good? Nay. Better? Yea. For you and Arwen only, of course.'' I give him a smile. He knows it also. Teasing. Knowing. Waiting. Needing. He smiles back shyly.
''Then what of my future? Who...do you....''
''Aragorn. Your words are already of my knowledge. Tell me, what to you wish to speak with me. Thruthfully.'' I did not sound harsh. Just needing. Him.
He's speachless again. But he is smiling with his eyes. As he was waiting for me to ask. Smiling. Wishing. Needing.
''Of us'' He speaks gently, ''You and I.'' He adds, this time. Smiling. Looking down, needing.
He knows I stare at him, so he looks up. Deep eyes, he has, though now they look scared. He's waiting for something. For me to do something. We stare at each other for a countless time. He knows my need. He knows I want it too. But it is too hard. It has been too hard ever since we first met.
''Aragorn. You know of it, of what I think of...us. Though we never...You know it is hard. Too hard.'' The world came out faster than I planned them to do so. But he understood them. He always does. Knowing. Wishing. Needing.
''Will it always be this way? Avoiding? Hurting? Needing?'' He is closer to me. Too close. Wanting. And I want it too.
''Aragorn, you know we can't d-...'' 'Tis happening. He kissed me. I have avoided it, but now I wish 'twas everlasting. An everlasting kiss. But he wants more, and I know I cannot. I feel his hand on my hips, his kiss getting deeper. Him hopeful. Wanting. Wishing. Knowing. Teasing. Needing.
Maybe I can.
--------Needing-----------
''Aragorn. I have just spoken with Gimli. He told me you wish to speak with me.''
Speachless. Frightned. Needing.
''Aragorn?''
''Yea, I do.''
Startled. Wishing. Needing.
''What of?''
''Many things. Do you....recall the talk we shared in Rivendell? About, Arwen and I.''
''Yea.'' I smile comfortly. Yea, I recall it. How he shared his deepest fears and feelings about her. How he feared her leaving, yet how he would feel relieved if she did.
''I never got the change to...ask you a thing. For we had to move on with our Quest, and it was almost daylight.''
I look at him in a way, a certain way. He knows of it already. It means he can go on. Talking.
''Do you believe it would be good if she leaves? For us?''
''Us?''
Speachless. Frightned. Needing.
''...Arwen and I.'' He answered me quickly. Too quickly. I try to hide my disapointment. 'Tis easy, for I know he lies, and that he did not speak of Arwen and him. He is afraid of it. Of the feeling. Startled. Wishing. Needing.
''If it would be good? Nay. Better? Yea. For you and Arwen only, of course.'' I give him a smile. He knows it also. Teasing. Knowing. Waiting. Needing. He smiles back shyly.
''Then what of my future? Who...do you....''
''Aragorn. Your words are already of my knowledge. Tell me, what to you wish to speak with me. Thruthfully.'' I did not sound harsh. Just needing. Him.
He's speachless again. But he is smiling with his eyes. As he was waiting for me to ask. Smiling. Wishing. Needing.
''Of us'' He speaks gently, ''You and I.'' He adds, this time. Smiling. Looking down, needing.
He knows I stare at him, so he looks up. Deep eyes, he has, though now they look scared. He's waiting for something. For me to do something. We stare at each other for a countless time. He knows my need. He knows I want it too. But it is too hard. It has been too hard ever since we first met.
''Aragorn. You know of it, of what I think of...us. Though we never...You know it is hard. Too hard.'' The world came out faster than I planned them to do so. But he understood them. He always does. Knowing. Wishing. Needing.
''Will it always be this way? Avoiding? Hurting? Needing?'' He is closer to me. Too close. Wanting. And I want it too.
''Aragorn, you know we can't d-...'' 'Tis happening. He kissed me. I have avoided it, but now I wish 'twas everlasting. An everlasting kiss. But he wants more, and I know I cannot. I feel his hand on my hips, his kiss getting deeper. Him hopeful. Wanting. Wishing. Knowing. Teasing. Needing.
Maybe I can.