Summary: Legolas and Arwen take advantage of their time away from Aragorn and Eowyn. Rated M (for sexual content) by Caitie (Arwen & Legolas)

Year 3014

Legolas spread out on the bed as Arwen sat in the tub in the corner of their room. He watched her wash her long thick hair, the soap suds trailing down her back then floating on the surface of the water. He smiled and closed his eyes, rolling onto his stomach and relaxing into the bed. He could hear Arwen climb out of the tub and dry herself off. He heard the soft patter of her footsteps as she walked across the room to the vanity, then felt the mattress dip as she climbed onto the bed and felt her straddle his legs and rest on his thighs.

Arwen's hands rested on Legolas' bare back, her hands traveled up and down his back, pushing down on him lightly. Legolas sighed. Arwen moved her hands across Legolas' shoulders, leaning down so that her wet hair touched his arm. She leaned down further until her breasts touched his back, her arms snaked around to Legolas' chest, holding him tightly as she rested against him. She nuzzled her face into the small space between his shoulder blades and sighed, her wet hair dripping down onto Legolas' body.

"We don't do this enough," Arwen said.

"Do what?" Legolas asked.

"Nothing, we're always busy or with Aragorn and Eowyn. We never have the time to do nothing."

"We'll settle down soon," Legolas said. "We've been running around for over a year now, it's time."

"Promise?" Arwen asked.

"I promise."

Arwen smiled before sitting up and climbing off him. Legolas moaned as the warmth of her body left him. Her hand went to his shoulder and coaxed him into turning onto his back. She climbed back onto Legolas, sitting on his hips this time. Legolas closed his eyes as Arwen started to move her hips against his. She leaned down, her lips capturing his in a slow kiss. She pushed down deeper and Legolas' lips started to become unresponsive, Arwen smiled and took Legolas' lower lip between her teeth. Legolas' hands traveled to Arwen's hips, one hand resting there and the other traveling past her waist and up to her breasts. Arwen's lips trailed down Legolas' chin to his neck and finally to the hollow of his throat. His hand started massaging Arwen's breasts as her lips left a trail on his skin.

Legolas blinked his eyes open and pulled Arwen's lips up to his. One of his hands tangled itself in her hair, holding her face close to his; the other hand skimmed across her bare back raising goose bumps across its surface. She shivered involuntarily before sitting up, sighing as her lips hesitantly left his. Arwen slipped off of his lap and walked over to the vanity. Legolas watched her hips sway as she walked, her long hair moving as she left him. She reached for Legolas' shirt on the end of the bed and pulled it over her head before sitting on the stool in front of the vanity. She picked up the brush and tilted her head to the side and started to brush out her hair. Arwen's eyes flickered up and met Legolas' through the reflection of the mirror. She smiled slyly before turning her attention back to the mirror.

The bed creaked and Arwen looked up again. Arms wrapped around her body just as she noticed that Legolas had disappeared. She felt his lips on her neck and she tilted her head back to give him more access. One of his hands crept to her neck and pulled her wet hair away, exposing more skin. His hands dropped to her waist and his lips pulled away and he roughly spun her around in the stool. He pulled her body against his and kissed her deeply.

Arwen leaned back against the vanity as Legolas' lips left hers and trailed down to her collarbone and chest, she sighed. Legolas hand came around to the back of Arwen's hand and pushed it up until their lips met again before dropped to her waist and pulling her hips to his. Arwen's legs wrapped instinctively around Legolas' waist as he stood up bring her along with him. He took a few steps back before pushing Arwen against the wall beside the vanity. Her head hit the wall with a thump and she moaned into the kiss. Her fingers raked across Legolas' bare back, leaving red lines across his skin.

Arwen wriggled her hips against his and Legolas' grip on her waist weakened. She dropped to her feet soundlessly and without hesitation she started untying Legolas' trouser, her fingers grazing against him. She pushed them down until they fell to the floor and Legolas kicked them off. Legolas' hands bunched the hem of his shirt in his fists and pulled it up Arwen's body, taking in every inch of skin as it was exposed to him.

Legolas' lips attacked Arwen's in a slow deep kiss and he pulled her body against his again. Arwen's hands rested on his chest and she pushed him backwards as they kissed until he fell back onto the bed, pulling her down with him. Legolas smiled against Arwen's lips as he backed further onto the bed, Arwen crawling after him.

Arwen straddled Legolas' hips, kneeling above him. Slowly Arwen lowered herself onto him, sighing as she felt him fill her. Arwen pushed Legolas back until his back hit the mattress, his hands holding the sides of her ribcage right beneath her breasts. Arwen started moving against Legolas, her back arching every time she moved back. Legolas watched Arwen move back and forth, her breasts bouncing lightly. She started moving faster and faster, moaning and sighing with every move.

Legolas closed his eyes and threw his head back as his climax hit him, his fingers digging into Arwen's skin. Arwen collapsed against Legolas' body as her own climax diminished, their sweat covered bodies pressed close together. Legolas' arms wrapped around Arwen holding her to him as he fought to catch his breath.

Arwen laughed lightly in his ear before rolling off of him. "We definitely need more alone time," she said in between deep breaths. She tilted her head to look up at Legolas' face. She kissed him gently. "Let's do it again," she said smiling.

Legolas laughed. "I don't think I can, Arwen," he said.

Arwen smirked up at him devilishly before sliding down the bed. She straddled his body and looked up at him when her face passed his hips. She smiled up at him. Legolas closed his eyes and let his head hit the pillows as he felt her lips touch him.

..::..

Early morning sunlight streamed mercilessly through the window. Legolas' blinked his eyes open against the angry light. He groaned before rolling over, hiding his face from the morning. He smiled through squinted eyes when he saw the back of Arwen's head. He pulled himself forwards until he leaned his chest against Arwen's bare back. His arms snaked around Arwen's body feeling the soft skin of her chest as he pulled her close. Arwen sighed. "Morning," Legolas whispered against her cheek.

"Is it morning already?" she asked sleepily. "I'm not ready to leave."

"We won't be leaving for a while now," Legolas said before kissing her cheek. Arwen rolled over in Legolas' arms and nuzzled her head into the space below his chin and sighed. "Are you hungry?" Legolas asked after a few minutes.

"Hmm," Arwen said as she thought about it for a second. "Yes," she finally answered.

Legolas kissed the top of her head before getting out of the bed. "I'll go get some breakfast then." He grabbed his trousers and shirt from the floor and put them on. "Do you want anything specific, I can see if they have it?"

Arwen shook her head. Legolas reached for the doorknob. "Wait!" she called sitting up and holding the sheets to her chest. "Hot water," she said. "Could you get me a cup of hot water?"

Legolas furrowed his brow quizzically. "Yeah," he said shutting the door behind him.

Arwen stood up from the bed and walked over to her pack on the other side of the room. She dug around inside it for a bit before finding her spare shirt. She pulled it over her head, the hem just barely grazing her thighs. She walked over to the mirror and cringed when she saw her reflection, chunks of her dark hair stuck out at odd angles and her eyes were puffy with sleep. She looked at the surface of the vanity searching for her brush and not finding it anywhere. She took a step back and found it lying on the floor beneath the vanity and before she could pick it up Legolas came back into the room, a tray in his hands.

Kicking the door shut behind him, Legolas walked further in the room and set the tray down on the vanity. He kissed Arwen on the lips. "I could get used to this," he said.

Arwen smiled and walked back to her pack, buried deep in the bottom was a little leather bag, she opened it as she walked back to the vanity. Grabbing the cup of hot water she put a pinch of the dry leaves from the bag into the steaming water then set it back down.

Legolas and Arwen sat on the bed as they ate, laughing and talking as they tried not the spill their food all over the mattress. Legolas reached for the cup beside Arwen and lifted it to his lips. "No!" Arwen shouted as she knocked the cup out of his hand, the little remains of liquid spilling on the blankets. Arwen covered her mouth, her eyes wide.

"What was that?" Legolas asked, looking shocked.

"You can't…you can't have the tea," Arwen said, smiling embarrassed. Legolas raised an eyebrow at her. She laughed lightly. "It's just, men shouldn't drink that kind of tea."

"Why not?" he asked still looking confused.

Arwen laughed nervously. "It prevents…"

"Prevents what?"

"Prevents conceiving a child," she said.

"Oh," Legolas said looking down at the wet patch of blankets. He laughed. "Well that explains why you're not pregnant, I was beginning to wonder why you never got pregnant." He looked at Arwen's face. "So does it only prevent conceiving if you take it right after?"

Arwen looked up at him. "Yes."

"So you can't take it before and expect it to work?" Arwen shook her head. "How often can you take it?"

"As often as I need to," Arwen said smirking. Legolas nodded before pushing the tray aside and kissing her, pushing her onto her back and covering her body with his.