A/N: Okay...well, luckily there's only two more after this...
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"Come over here and make me."
King Thranduil challenged his brazen captain with a quirked eyebrow. She smirked, amused, and motioned him to her a second time.
He had tried coaxing her to him first—"Come over here and make me," he had taunted, strewn upon the bedsheets—but the king was perpetually destined to respond to Tauriel's every waking command. He knew it.
King Thranduil approached Tauriel, his alabaster skin bathed in morning light. She drew up onto tiptoe to kiss him.
"You must meet with your advisors today," she counselled.
"I'd rather stay here with you."
Tauriel's green eyes softened. "I wish that, too."
