A/N: Wow. Sorry about not posting for a long while, I was just....uninspired, I supposed. I am aware things go by at the speed of light in this story, and I can't seem to stop that, so...I am just gonna say something like, "That's how life is, so tough shit, I'm not rewriting." By the way, lil' bit a fun in this chappy.
Chapter Ten: Cat and Mouse Games.
I'm trying, to forget that,
I'm addicted to you.
But I want it, and I need it, I'm addicted to you.
Heartbreaker.
I'm addicted to you.
-Simple Plan, Addicted
Legolas was looking haughty. "What?" he said, with maddening likeness to the way Melanie had said, "So?"
Melanie closed her eyes tight. Then she heard soft laughter in her ear. She opened her eyes, and Legolas wasn't in front of her. He was behind her.
He kissed her neck softly. Did he actually kiss her? Shiver, shiver. He brushed her hair out of the way and kissed her again. Again, shiver, shiver. Legolas seemed to enjoy making her shiver.
"Why do you shiver when I touch you?" he whispered in her ear. It was extremely difficult for her to reply, since Legolas was so close to her, and that he had kissed her in such a way.
"I-" Melanie began, but she faltered. He was breathing down her neck. Then his arm encircled her waist and she could no longer communicate in any form.
"Answer my question, Melanie," he said in a teasing half-whisper. She took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm her nerves.
"I don't know . . ." she said.
"Really?" he said, drawing back a bit, "perhaps I should find someone who does know? Maybe, Aragorn? Or Gimli? Have you told them?"
"NO Legolas!" she said in a warning. He laughed.
"I think I shall ask them," he said, a smile upon his perfect face. Melanie now knew what he was doing. He was messing with her, HE wanted to be in control of her. Well, that was not going to happen as long as Melanie still drew breath.
"Oh yes, Legolas, do ask them. Then you'll find out how much I really have told them," she said, changing tact. He looked thunderstruck.
"I beg your pardon?" he said, trying, and failing, to keep the surprise out of his voice. Melanie decided if he was going to play dirty, so was she. The only problem was trying to keep herself from blushing while she was saying the filthy things she wanted to say.
"Oh, well, we had a long talk about you, Legolas," Melanie said, trying to appear serious.
"What kind of talk?" he asked, pulling away from her and stepping back in front of her. (Keep in mind, still shirtless). Melanie tried to keep her mind off his excellent chest, his perfect abs . . .
"Oh well, I-uh- I had a dream about you and me," Melanie said, winging it as she went along.
"What kind of dream?" Legolas asked impatiently. Melanie took a moment to observe how wonderful looking Legolas was when he was emotional. His normally dark green eyes and calm expression were changed into ocean green eyes and a face stretched tight with uncountable thoughts running through what was behind his beautiful face.
"Did you know your eyes look like the sea when you're upset?" she said absent-mindedly.
Legolas looked for a moment if he wanted to ask another question, but instead, he repeated, "What kind of dream?"
"Oh, you know, just you and me, walking alone in a forest, and then we came to a waterfall . . ."
"And?" he probed.
Melanie really was winging it now. She, of coarse had DAY dreams, but never real actual NIGHT dreams, involving her and Legolas.
"And well, we, you know, looked at each other for like, a second, and then we got it on."
"Got what on?"
Melanie laughed. It was a short, bark-like laugh, but a laugh none-the-less. "Got it on- an action that shows great affection for one another, usually involving intense kissing, and, later on, wild, hot, and passionate se-"
"You told Gimli this?" Legolas interrupted, in (to Melanie's pleasure) a slightly panicky voice.
Melanie nodded, and then added, "Gimli, yeah, but I also told Aragorn, and then Gandalf, too. Gandalf told me dreams sometimes have special meaning." she added, a glint in her eye.
"You are not- you must be- you told them this?"
"Yessir," Mel said, pulling her hand to her forehead in a mock salute. Legolas covered his face with his hand. "I cannot believe you! Why would you do such a thing?"
"Woh, woh, woh, weren't you the one just threatening to ask Gimli?"
"That is completely different, I was only jesting, I never would have really talked about that with them. You see, as elves, we take our love life very seriously. We never betray one another for any reason once we have-" then Legolas stopped short, realizing what he was just about to say.
"Well you see," said Melanie, continuing on the conversation as though nothing had happened, "I too, was only 'jesting.' I've never said anything to all those guys! Jeez, what do you take me for, a freakin' bimbo? Besides, I'd be too embarrassed . . ."
"Oh, but you are not too embarrassed to speak to me of such matters?" Legolas said.
"Yes actually, I am VERY embarrassed," Melanie said in a quivery voice. As soon as she said this, she knew she had lost her momentary gain of power.
"You seem braver when you are speaking, but not when I am doing," Legolas said mischievously.
"Legolas-"
"You see, I would rather do, then talk."
"Oh, uh-"
Legolas was back over to her. He was grinning in strange way. Then he pressed his lips over hers. Then his tongue slithered out from his mouth and poked her lips. She was so shocked, she just parted her lips without thinking.
His tongue met hers and it seemed that they did a silent dance. It felt so right. It tasted so fresh and pure, it was a feeling Melanie could never, and would never, be able to describe.
Unfortunately, Legolas broke the kiss. Melanie blinked a few times. Legolas smiled his cute little smile, but his eyes showed something a little more than cuteness.
"Woh," Melanie finally said. Legolas laughed a little.
"Melanie," he said leaning over to her again. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep. Very deep. And it seemed he liked what he smelled.
"You are very sweet," he said while nuzzling the back of her head.
Melanie did not know what to do. If he did the neck thing again, she was afraid of what she might do . . .
"Legolas!" she said, trying to force her voice into working mode.
"Yes?" he said. He stepped back in front of her. His eyes were glimmering strangely, and he was wearing a rather sinister (well, sinister for elves) smile.
"We-we-we were supposed to be packing for Helm's Deep, and I wanted to ask you if I could borrow some clothes, because there is no way I'm walking in a dress, and - well - that's it." She had been racing through that speech, and she stumbled to a stop, because as she was talking Legolas was moving, and now he was right in front of her again. That sinister little grin was going to get him killed someday, and then he did something-rather- well . . .
Grinning the whole time, he brought his hands to her temple, which sent her mind reeling. Then he spoke, in a teasing voice, "I wonder what you will do, if I let you-"
"What are you talking about?" she forced herself to say.
"Oh, nothing," he said, his senses catching up to him. He was about ready to stroke her ears, but that was an extremely foolish thing to do. He did not know what her response to that would be. Plus, she was only seventeen. That seemed to smack him in the face as he realized that he should never have even thought about doing that to her.
His body, however, seemed to have a mind of its own. His hands had moved dangerously close to her ears. Melanie was holding her breath, looking at him straight in the eye, for she had finally figured out what he was about to do.
"Legolas . . . What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice croaky.
He did not respond. His fingers would not release her. He needed to do something to stop himself. Kissing her seemed to be a good idea. So he did.
But he did not kiss her on the lips. He reached down and kissed her on the neck, right below her chin. Her ever-smooth skin invited him to do more. And so did she, silently.
He did not realize it, but he had been listening to that silent plea, and was moving slowly down until he was level with the cut separating her skin from her dress. Once he was there, he stuck out his tongue and tasted her.
She moaned. "Please Legolas," she said, her eyes were pleading. But he could not see her eyes. His were closed.
Somehow, he managed to rip himself away from her. He was breathing quickly, and so was she. And she was crying silently.
After a few minutes, Legolas mastered his voice and spoke. "Melanie," was all he was able to say. When he said her name, it was beautiful.
"Why do you cry?" he asked.
She closed her streaming eyes. "Aren't you scared?."
"I am," he said. He leaned into her again, and put his head to her head. In that one moment, it seemed as if a lifetime had passed. Their emotions, fear, compassion, bewilderment, and maybe even love, burned as strong as ever. And Legolas kissed her again, on her temple, moving up toward her ear. She moaned, and as he was at her lobe, then . . .
Then they heard the sound of a door opening. Reluctantly, Melanie turned around to see Aragorn framed in the doorway.
Chapter Ten: Cat and Mouse Games.
I'm trying, to forget that,
I'm addicted to you.
But I want it, and I need it, I'm addicted to you.
Heartbreaker.
I'm addicted to you.
-Simple Plan, Addicted
Legolas was looking haughty. "What?" he said, with maddening likeness to the way Melanie had said, "So?"
Melanie closed her eyes tight. Then she heard soft laughter in her ear. She opened her eyes, and Legolas wasn't in front of her. He was behind her.
He kissed her neck softly. Did he actually kiss her? Shiver, shiver. He brushed her hair out of the way and kissed her again. Again, shiver, shiver. Legolas seemed to enjoy making her shiver.
"Why do you shiver when I touch you?" he whispered in her ear. It was extremely difficult for her to reply, since Legolas was so close to her, and that he had kissed her in such a way.
"I-" Melanie began, but she faltered. He was breathing down her neck. Then his arm encircled her waist and she could no longer communicate in any form.
"Answer my question, Melanie," he said in a teasing half-whisper. She took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm her nerves.
"I don't know . . ." she said.
"Really?" he said, drawing back a bit, "perhaps I should find someone who does know? Maybe, Aragorn? Or Gimli? Have you told them?"
"NO Legolas!" she said in a warning. He laughed.
"I think I shall ask them," he said, a smile upon his perfect face. Melanie now knew what he was doing. He was messing with her, HE wanted to be in control of her. Well, that was not going to happen as long as Melanie still drew breath.
"Oh yes, Legolas, do ask them. Then you'll find out how much I really have told them," she said, changing tact. He looked thunderstruck.
"I beg your pardon?" he said, trying, and failing, to keep the surprise out of his voice. Melanie decided if he was going to play dirty, so was she. The only problem was trying to keep herself from blushing while she was saying the filthy things she wanted to say.
"Oh, well, we had a long talk about you, Legolas," Melanie said, trying to appear serious.
"What kind of talk?" he asked, pulling away from her and stepping back in front of her. (Keep in mind, still shirtless). Melanie tried to keep her mind off his excellent chest, his perfect abs . . .
"Oh well, I-uh- I had a dream about you and me," Melanie said, winging it as she went along.
"What kind of dream?" Legolas asked impatiently. Melanie took a moment to observe how wonderful looking Legolas was when he was emotional. His normally dark green eyes and calm expression were changed into ocean green eyes and a face stretched tight with uncountable thoughts running through what was behind his beautiful face.
"Did you know your eyes look like the sea when you're upset?" she said absent-mindedly.
Legolas looked for a moment if he wanted to ask another question, but instead, he repeated, "What kind of dream?"
"Oh, you know, just you and me, walking alone in a forest, and then we came to a waterfall . . ."
"And?" he probed.
Melanie really was winging it now. She, of coarse had DAY dreams, but never real actual NIGHT dreams, involving her and Legolas.
"And well, we, you know, looked at each other for like, a second, and then we got it on."
"Got what on?"
Melanie laughed. It was a short, bark-like laugh, but a laugh none-the-less. "Got it on- an action that shows great affection for one another, usually involving intense kissing, and, later on, wild, hot, and passionate se-"
"You told Gimli this?" Legolas interrupted, in (to Melanie's pleasure) a slightly panicky voice.
Melanie nodded, and then added, "Gimli, yeah, but I also told Aragorn, and then Gandalf, too. Gandalf told me dreams sometimes have special meaning." she added, a glint in her eye.
"You are not- you must be- you told them this?"
"Yessir," Mel said, pulling her hand to her forehead in a mock salute. Legolas covered his face with his hand. "I cannot believe you! Why would you do such a thing?"
"Woh, woh, woh, weren't you the one just threatening to ask Gimli?"
"That is completely different, I was only jesting, I never would have really talked about that with them. You see, as elves, we take our love life very seriously. We never betray one another for any reason once we have-" then Legolas stopped short, realizing what he was just about to say.
"Well you see," said Melanie, continuing on the conversation as though nothing had happened, "I too, was only 'jesting.' I've never said anything to all those guys! Jeez, what do you take me for, a freakin' bimbo? Besides, I'd be too embarrassed . . ."
"Oh, but you are not too embarrassed to speak to me of such matters?" Legolas said.
"Yes actually, I am VERY embarrassed," Melanie said in a quivery voice. As soon as she said this, she knew she had lost her momentary gain of power.
"You seem braver when you are speaking, but not when I am doing," Legolas said mischievously.
"Legolas-"
"You see, I would rather do, then talk."
"Oh, uh-"
Legolas was back over to her. He was grinning in strange way. Then he pressed his lips over hers. Then his tongue slithered out from his mouth and poked her lips. She was so shocked, she just parted her lips without thinking.
His tongue met hers and it seemed that they did a silent dance. It felt so right. It tasted so fresh and pure, it was a feeling Melanie could never, and would never, be able to describe.
Unfortunately, Legolas broke the kiss. Melanie blinked a few times. Legolas smiled his cute little smile, but his eyes showed something a little more than cuteness.
"Woh," Melanie finally said. Legolas laughed a little.
"Melanie," he said leaning over to her again. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep. Very deep. And it seemed he liked what he smelled.
"You are very sweet," he said while nuzzling the back of her head.
Melanie did not know what to do. If he did the neck thing again, she was afraid of what she might do . . .
"Legolas!" she said, trying to force her voice into working mode.
"Yes?" he said. He stepped back in front of her. His eyes were glimmering strangely, and he was wearing a rather sinister (well, sinister for elves) smile.
"We-we-we were supposed to be packing for Helm's Deep, and I wanted to ask you if I could borrow some clothes, because there is no way I'm walking in a dress, and - well - that's it." She had been racing through that speech, and she stumbled to a stop, because as she was talking Legolas was moving, and now he was right in front of her again. That sinister little grin was going to get him killed someday, and then he did something-rather- well . . .
Grinning the whole time, he brought his hands to her temple, which sent her mind reeling. Then he spoke, in a teasing voice, "I wonder what you will do, if I let you-"
"What are you talking about?" she forced herself to say.
"Oh, nothing," he said, his senses catching up to him. He was about ready to stroke her ears, but that was an extremely foolish thing to do. He did not know what her response to that would be. Plus, she was only seventeen. That seemed to smack him in the face as he realized that he should never have even thought about doing that to her.
His body, however, seemed to have a mind of its own. His hands had moved dangerously close to her ears. Melanie was holding her breath, looking at him straight in the eye, for she had finally figured out what he was about to do.
"Legolas . . . What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice croaky.
He did not respond. His fingers would not release her. He needed to do something to stop himself. Kissing her seemed to be a good idea. So he did.
But he did not kiss her on the lips. He reached down and kissed her on the neck, right below her chin. Her ever-smooth skin invited him to do more. And so did she, silently.
He did not realize it, but he had been listening to that silent plea, and was moving slowly down until he was level with the cut separating her skin from her dress. Once he was there, he stuck out his tongue and tasted her.
She moaned. "Please Legolas," she said, her eyes were pleading. But he could not see her eyes. His were closed.
Somehow, he managed to rip himself away from her. He was breathing quickly, and so was she. And she was crying silently.
After a few minutes, Legolas mastered his voice and spoke. "Melanie," was all he was able to say. When he said her name, it was beautiful.
"Why do you cry?" he asked.
She closed her streaming eyes. "Aren't you scared?."
"I am," he said. He leaned into her again, and put his head to her head. In that one moment, it seemed as if a lifetime had passed. Their emotions, fear, compassion, bewilderment, and maybe even love, burned as strong as ever. And Legolas kissed her again, on her temple, moving up toward her ear. She moaned, and as he was at her lobe, then . . .
Then they heard the sound of a door opening. Reluctantly, Melanie turned around to see Aragorn framed in the doorway.