A/N: Warning! This scene is the reason for the 'R' rating!
Jessica woke up the next morning, quite early, with a splitting headache. She let out a small groan, and then noticed that she was lying closer to Legolas than she ever had before. Her memories of last night were very blurry, but as her eyes began to focus round the dim room, she remembered a nightmare. A very vivid, marrow-chilling dream. It was not her usual dream of the orcs, and her mother being killed. Oh no. This was much more sexual.
A small shudder went down her spine, as she remembered it. She had acted like a rabid animal in heat, and had returned home from the party only to shed her clothes as soon as possible, noticing Legolas do the same. She was thankful it was a dream! She had entered her bedroom, clad in nothing but her bra, accepting a very passionate kiss. Legolas had then started to kiss her neck, working his way down her body, removing her bra on the way. He had ended up kneeling on the floor, naked as he was, and giving her the most wonderful gift.
At this point Jessica felt slightly resentful that it had only been a dream. That beautiful hair piece that he had given her, the kind where you put a pencil-like object through another section to hold it in place, was absolutely divine. It was the colour of liquid mercury, yet with a greater shine, with three deep blue sapphires set into it. How did he know that sapphires were her birthstone? Still anything was possible in the dream world.
He had then stood up, taken her in his arms, and laid her down on the bed. Straddling her waist, he had begun to arouse her by softly caressing her breasts, inner thighs and her neck.
Jessica snapped out of her remembrance, to notice some of her clothes strewn over the floor, intermingled with Legolas'. She suddenly got a sinking feeling in her stomach. Telling herself that her dream was not possibly a reality – after all, she would *never* have acted like that, she strained her neck to see if she could find the hair piece that Legolas had given her in her dream. That would prove it all to her – if she could find it, then maybe it was not a dream after all.
Jessica relaxed when she saw that there was no clip on her dressing table, bedside cabinet, or in the alcove in her wardrobe. So it must have been a dream. That was a relief! But then something, sparking gently in the morning light, caught her eye. Looking towards the door, she saw it. The hairpiece featured in her so called dream.
She gulped, and forced herself to recall the happenings of last night…
After he had straddled her, she had reached up and begun to untie his hair, letting it flow in loose waves around them, tendrils of her own hair escaping her plats. She had half sat up to kiss him once more, feeling a need so great for him she could barely contain herself. She had reached up to stroke his hair with her hands, letting it run through her fingers. Knowing that his ears were one of the most sensitive parts of his body (like most elves) she gently touched the tip of it and ran her fingers down the length. He had then pulled his lips away from the kiss, resting his head against her neck, breathing slightly laboured. She remembered how delighted she was to have this effect over him – he was usually so calm and collected, with hardly any of his feelings showing through.
She moved on to the next ear, and tickled it with her tongue. His warm breath came even stronger, and he moaned with pleasure. He may have been the most experienced in bed, but she really knew how to get him going!
He had then rolled over, so she was on top of her. She ran her nails sensually down his chest, noticing how hard he was beneath her. He had put his arms around her back, moving his thumbs in small circles. Trying to recover from what she had just done to him, he pulled her gently to him and began caressing her breasts once more, but this time with his tongue, teeth and lips. She could feel the pleasure rising within her, forcing its way out. A small pant found its way out of her mouth, as he turned her over once again. He pulled her hair delicately from her face, watching her short breaths. She had then put her arms around his lower back, grasping at his buttock cheeks and pulled him to her, positioning him just right.
'Jessica…' His voice was full of forced control 'Are you sure you want to do this?' He was willing her to say yes, knowing that she was the only thing that could ever complete him. He had had meaningless sex before with wanton prostitutes who didn't care who he was or what he wanted as long as he paid them, but this was different.
Jessica knew that she could have backed out there and then, and probably should have done, but her brain was not functioning correctly – it was on overdrive, rational thoughts pushed away by pure physical need. She had hardly mouthed her husky response when he slowly pushed into the very essence of her being. He had started off slowly, obtaining pleasure for himself when he heard her needy moans and gasps, letting her adjust to his size. He had then begun to move faster within her, every now and then letting out his own moans of profound pleasure.
Her lips had moved uncontrolled up to his, occasionally nibbling at his lower lip. He pushed within her a bit harder, and she pulled away from his mouth, letting out a yelp of pleasure intermingled with some pain. He had then pulled out of her completely.
'What?' She had gasped, hoping that was not all he had in for her. His brow had been slightly creased in what she could only describe as concentration. Soon enough, he had on answer to her question.
Thrusting harder into her than he had ever before, he sought to find the place hidden deep within her that no one had ever touched before. Hearing her almost scream with ecstasy, almost reaching her orgasmic peak, he came into her, planting his seed deep inside. They both reached their peaks as one, hearts racing at exactly the same pace; his low moans of pleasure a stark contrast to her yelps of delight. He had imagined this moment more than once when she was around, but never had his fantasies to see her slender body writhing beneath him been so filled with emotion and love.
Jessica laid back in silence. So it was true…She remained in a stunned silence for some time, wondering what would happen next. Would he abandon her for being such a whore? She would not know until he awakened, and could not move until he did. Then she realised something else: from the feel of the Irish linen next to her skin, she was still naked. Which probably meant so was he. Trying to steal a glance at his sleeping face, she turned softly towards him. His eyes showed no recognition of the world around him, so she assumed that he was still asleep. Deciding that she needed a shower, she slid from the bed and padded to the bathroom. As she walked in, she heard the radio click on as if by magic. Shit. She knew that there was a reason why she dreaded ever having sex with anyone, and it had just returned to her. The problem was that any magic ring came at a price. In the case of the One Ring, it meant that the bearer would probably be consumed by evil and turn over to the dark side. In the case of her ring, it was slightly different. When it had first been found, there were no known repercussions attached to it. But when she had got the journey wrong, and travelled to Mordor, a curse was re-awoken in it. It explained the reason that her mother died, and it explained her incessant fear about the orcs. It was simple – any female bearer of the ring had to either forfeit their life and go and dedicate their life to the dark arts and Sauron, or they had to forfeit their life and be killed by orcs and then be taken, dead mind you, to Sauron. It was a poor choice. But there was one get-out clause: If the child was over the age of eight when the ring was given to it, then the curse would be broken. Because Jessica was only six when it had been forced upon her, it kept on going. Another thing with her ring was that it was a part of her family now, and could not be abandoned or passed on to any other. She was stuck with it until the end of her days.
But Jessica knew that if she did not sleep with anyone, then there would be no chance of the trend continuing and possibly destroying the life of someone else. But she had just scuppered that plan. It wasn't as if she was planning on getting pregnant anyway. Taking a deep breath and stiffening her resolve, she made a move to turn off the radio. How it had come on in the first place, she did not know. But then she heard what was playing:
Another day has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold
Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone, alone, why
Just the other night
I thought I heard you cry
Asking me to come
And hold you in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear
But first I need your hand
Then forever can begin
Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
You are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone
Whisper three words then I'll come running
And boy you know that I'll be there
I'll be there
You are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
You are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far away
I am here to stay
You are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone
You are not alone...
She couldn't cope with it, not know. Grabbing her heavy gothic candlesticks, she kicked the radio to the floor and started to hit it, repeatedly. But still the song played on. She hit it again and again, and jumped on it a couple of times. Stopping, she heard the blessed sound of silence.
'Jessica, what the hell were you doing?'
She spun around. It was Legolas, standing in the doorway, wearing grey boxer shorts.
'What did you hear?' Her voice was panicked; there was a lump in her throat.
'You, bouncing around, hitting something…I thought you were in trouble.'
'Did you hear anything else?'
Legolas wondered why it was so important. 'Er…maybe some music. It was really nice, though.'
'No, Legolas, no. Never think of that music again, don't hum it, and don't even try to remember the lyrics. You mustn't – for your sanity and for mine.'
'I don't understand.'
Jessica was tempted to say 'no, and I wish I didn't, because you know why? Because when I die that music will find its way to you, will float over the wind, and pin you down. It will make you think of all the happy times we shared, and of how there will be no more. It will tear your heart into ribbons, and then you too will perish.' But all she did was walk over to him, and wrap her arms around him, tears streaming down her face.
'I am so sorry Legolas, I…I wish that none of this had ever happened. I wish that you had never met me.'
He stroked her hair, wondering what had come over her when only a few hours ago she was overwhelmed with pleasure. 'How can you say that?' He whispered 'You are the best thing I have ever had, and will ever have. I cannot say what you mean to me, though we seemed to express it pretty well last night.' He grinned, recalling it.
'Just promise me that you will not dwell on the past. That you will always look forward. To the future.'
Again he did not understand her, but realised that she needed comfort.
'I swear that to you.'
He wiped her eyes dry. 'It is far too early to be up. Come back to bed.'
A/N: Soz if that is just slightly on the weird side…I think Jessica's cracking up somewhat! How will she deal with the next sequence of events? Read on to find out! To find out quicker, leave a review – it motivates me to type faster!
Jessica woke up the next morning, quite early, with a splitting headache. She let out a small groan, and then noticed that she was lying closer to Legolas than she ever had before. Her memories of last night were very blurry, but as her eyes began to focus round the dim room, she remembered a nightmare. A very vivid, marrow-chilling dream. It was not her usual dream of the orcs, and her mother being killed. Oh no. This was much more sexual.
A small shudder went down her spine, as she remembered it. She had acted like a rabid animal in heat, and had returned home from the party only to shed her clothes as soon as possible, noticing Legolas do the same. She was thankful it was a dream! She had entered her bedroom, clad in nothing but her bra, accepting a very passionate kiss. Legolas had then started to kiss her neck, working his way down her body, removing her bra on the way. He had ended up kneeling on the floor, naked as he was, and giving her the most wonderful gift.
At this point Jessica felt slightly resentful that it had only been a dream. That beautiful hair piece that he had given her, the kind where you put a pencil-like object through another section to hold it in place, was absolutely divine. It was the colour of liquid mercury, yet with a greater shine, with three deep blue sapphires set into it. How did he know that sapphires were her birthstone? Still anything was possible in the dream world.
He had then stood up, taken her in his arms, and laid her down on the bed. Straddling her waist, he had begun to arouse her by softly caressing her breasts, inner thighs and her neck.
Jessica snapped out of her remembrance, to notice some of her clothes strewn over the floor, intermingled with Legolas'. She suddenly got a sinking feeling in her stomach. Telling herself that her dream was not possibly a reality – after all, she would *never* have acted like that, she strained her neck to see if she could find the hair piece that Legolas had given her in her dream. That would prove it all to her – if she could find it, then maybe it was not a dream after all.
Jessica relaxed when she saw that there was no clip on her dressing table, bedside cabinet, or in the alcove in her wardrobe. So it must have been a dream. That was a relief! But then something, sparking gently in the morning light, caught her eye. Looking towards the door, she saw it. The hairpiece featured in her so called dream.
She gulped, and forced herself to recall the happenings of last night…
After he had straddled her, she had reached up and begun to untie his hair, letting it flow in loose waves around them, tendrils of her own hair escaping her plats. She had half sat up to kiss him once more, feeling a need so great for him she could barely contain herself. She had reached up to stroke his hair with her hands, letting it run through her fingers. Knowing that his ears were one of the most sensitive parts of his body (like most elves) she gently touched the tip of it and ran her fingers down the length. He had then pulled his lips away from the kiss, resting his head against her neck, breathing slightly laboured. She remembered how delighted she was to have this effect over him – he was usually so calm and collected, with hardly any of his feelings showing through.
She moved on to the next ear, and tickled it with her tongue. His warm breath came even stronger, and he moaned with pleasure. He may have been the most experienced in bed, but she really knew how to get him going!
He had then rolled over, so she was on top of her. She ran her nails sensually down his chest, noticing how hard he was beneath her. He had put his arms around her back, moving his thumbs in small circles. Trying to recover from what she had just done to him, he pulled her gently to him and began caressing her breasts once more, but this time with his tongue, teeth and lips. She could feel the pleasure rising within her, forcing its way out. A small pant found its way out of her mouth, as he turned her over once again. He pulled her hair delicately from her face, watching her short breaths. She had then put her arms around his lower back, grasping at his buttock cheeks and pulled him to her, positioning him just right.
'Jessica…' His voice was full of forced control 'Are you sure you want to do this?' He was willing her to say yes, knowing that she was the only thing that could ever complete him. He had had meaningless sex before with wanton prostitutes who didn't care who he was or what he wanted as long as he paid them, but this was different.
Jessica knew that she could have backed out there and then, and probably should have done, but her brain was not functioning correctly – it was on overdrive, rational thoughts pushed away by pure physical need. She had hardly mouthed her husky response when he slowly pushed into the very essence of her being. He had started off slowly, obtaining pleasure for himself when he heard her needy moans and gasps, letting her adjust to his size. He had then begun to move faster within her, every now and then letting out his own moans of profound pleasure.
Her lips had moved uncontrolled up to his, occasionally nibbling at his lower lip. He pushed within her a bit harder, and she pulled away from his mouth, letting out a yelp of pleasure intermingled with some pain. He had then pulled out of her completely.
'What?' She had gasped, hoping that was not all he had in for her. His brow had been slightly creased in what she could only describe as concentration. Soon enough, he had on answer to her question.
Thrusting harder into her than he had ever before, he sought to find the place hidden deep within her that no one had ever touched before. Hearing her almost scream with ecstasy, almost reaching her orgasmic peak, he came into her, planting his seed deep inside. They both reached their peaks as one, hearts racing at exactly the same pace; his low moans of pleasure a stark contrast to her yelps of delight. He had imagined this moment more than once when she was around, but never had his fantasies to see her slender body writhing beneath him been so filled with emotion and love.
Jessica laid back in silence. So it was true…She remained in a stunned silence for some time, wondering what would happen next. Would he abandon her for being such a whore? She would not know until he awakened, and could not move until he did. Then she realised something else: from the feel of the Irish linen next to her skin, she was still naked. Which probably meant so was he. Trying to steal a glance at his sleeping face, she turned softly towards him. His eyes showed no recognition of the world around him, so she assumed that he was still asleep. Deciding that she needed a shower, she slid from the bed and padded to the bathroom. As she walked in, she heard the radio click on as if by magic. Shit. She knew that there was a reason why she dreaded ever having sex with anyone, and it had just returned to her. The problem was that any magic ring came at a price. In the case of the One Ring, it meant that the bearer would probably be consumed by evil and turn over to the dark side. In the case of her ring, it was slightly different. When it had first been found, there were no known repercussions attached to it. But when she had got the journey wrong, and travelled to Mordor, a curse was re-awoken in it. It explained the reason that her mother died, and it explained her incessant fear about the orcs. It was simple – any female bearer of the ring had to either forfeit their life and go and dedicate their life to the dark arts and Sauron, or they had to forfeit their life and be killed by orcs and then be taken, dead mind you, to Sauron. It was a poor choice. But there was one get-out clause: If the child was over the age of eight when the ring was given to it, then the curse would be broken. Because Jessica was only six when it had been forced upon her, it kept on going. Another thing with her ring was that it was a part of her family now, and could not be abandoned or passed on to any other. She was stuck with it until the end of her days.
But Jessica knew that if she did not sleep with anyone, then there would be no chance of the trend continuing and possibly destroying the life of someone else. But she had just scuppered that plan. It wasn't as if she was planning on getting pregnant anyway. Taking a deep breath and stiffening her resolve, she made a move to turn off the radio. How it had come on in the first place, she did not know. But then she heard what was playing:
Another day has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold
Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone, alone, why
Just the other night
I thought I heard you cry
Asking me to come
And hold you in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear
But first I need your hand
Then forever can begin
Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
You are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone
Whisper three words then I'll come running
And boy you know that I'll be there
I'll be there
You are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
You are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far away
I am here to stay
You are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone
You are not alone...
She couldn't cope with it, not know. Grabbing her heavy gothic candlesticks, she kicked the radio to the floor and started to hit it, repeatedly. But still the song played on. She hit it again and again, and jumped on it a couple of times. Stopping, she heard the blessed sound of silence.
'Jessica, what the hell were you doing?'
She spun around. It was Legolas, standing in the doorway, wearing grey boxer shorts.
'What did you hear?' Her voice was panicked; there was a lump in her throat.
'You, bouncing around, hitting something…I thought you were in trouble.'
'Did you hear anything else?'
Legolas wondered why it was so important. 'Er…maybe some music. It was really nice, though.'
'No, Legolas, no. Never think of that music again, don't hum it, and don't even try to remember the lyrics. You mustn't – for your sanity and for mine.'
'I don't understand.'
Jessica was tempted to say 'no, and I wish I didn't, because you know why? Because when I die that music will find its way to you, will float over the wind, and pin you down. It will make you think of all the happy times we shared, and of how there will be no more. It will tear your heart into ribbons, and then you too will perish.' But all she did was walk over to him, and wrap her arms around him, tears streaming down her face.
'I am so sorry Legolas, I…I wish that none of this had ever happened. I wish that you had never met me.'
He stroked her hair, wondering what had come over her when only a few hours ago she was overwhelmed with pleasure. 'How can you say that?' He whispered 'You are the best thing I have ever had, and will ever have. I cannot say what you mean to me, though we seemed to express it pretty well last night.' He grinned, recalling it.
'Just promise me that you will not dwell on the past. That you will always look forward. To the future.'
Again he did not understand her, but realised that she needed comfort.
'I swear that to you.'
He wiped her eyes dry. 'It is far too early to be up. Come back to bed.'
A/N: Soz if that is just slightly on the weird side…I think Jessica's cracking up somewhat! How will she deal with the next sequence of events? Read on to find out! To find out quicker, leave a review – it motivates me to type faster!