The next morning, Aunorey woke wrapped up in a quilt, and lonely. There was a pile of fruits and berries next to her on top of a small blanket, and she heard the low gurgle of a stream a few meters away. But no sign of Legolas.
Legolas had led them to a bluff that overlooked Mirkwood, and she knew that they would be home either before the night was over or early the next morning. A new sense of dread filled with longing shook her, and she sat up, brushing her hair out of her face. She stood up and stretched, and the peasant shirt she was wearing hung down to her knees. She smiled, knowing it was Legolas's, and it gave her an even odder sense of joy she didn't understand. II may be young/I, Aunorey thought, IBut I am in love.../I She smiled to herself, and turned around when she heard something move behind her.
Legolas smiled, his bow in hand, his long blonde hair blowing freely behind him. He wore only breeches and boots and a shirt, and Aunorey's heart stuck in her throat. She ran to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling. Legolas dropped his bow to wrap his arms around her, and with no words spoken, began to kiss her, silently telling her he loved her.
He moved forward, knudging her legs with his, and once they reached the quilts still warm from her body, he laid her down and still kissing her, kicked off his boots. He moved his head down to the large V in the shirt, and kissed her collarbone, her chest, and ran his tongue along her nippled through the thin fabric. He enjoyed the feel of her rising against him, her hips gently rising to meet his. He felt her tug at the bottom of his shirt, and lifted his arms to she could take it off of him. She began her own work on his chest, kissing everywhere and sighing while unbuttoning his breeches. He reached down to the hem of the shirt she was wearing, and slid it off of her until she lay bare beneath him.
When she finally got his breeches off, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down so she could kiss him fully on the lips. When he entered her, he probed slightly, lightly, making her writhe with need. He probed a little deeper the next time, and felt her buck against him. Smiling, he whispered, "Tell me you love me, and I'll give you what you need."
She tried to laugh, but the strong sensation and need surged through her body, driving her mad. "I love you!" She burst out, and felt him plunge deep, bringing her to her peak. She groaned, tightening her legs around him, and felt him move even deeper if possible, and when he didn't stop, pleasure filled her body so much that she forgot where her body ended and his started. She didn't want to leave this moment.
A while later.... Quite a while later, Legolas lay spent next to her, enjoying the feel of Aunorey's fingers rubbing his chest muscles. "We're almost home." He told her.
Aunorey sighed softly, and didn't respond for a minute. "I know."
Legolas looked down at her, he enjoyed laying in the shade, with the sun lighting the grass just a few feet ahead, wrapped up with her. "Do you not want to go home?"
Aunorey began to speak but stopped, not sure how to put it. "I... I don't want this to end." She paused, looked up at him. "I don't want it to change, you know what I mean?"
Kissing her forhead, Legolas skimmed his fingers down her cheek. "Yes, I do... But, it won't change Aunorey. How can it? I'll still be me, you'll still be you.... Our love with still be."
Content with that, Aunorey nodded and kissed his skin and felt his ribs underneath. She rubbed her hand over it, unable to believe that just a while ago it had been bruised and bloody with broken bone underneath.
"How did Glirendal do this?" Aunorey breathed out, leaning up on a forearm to feel around his abdomen with her fingers.
"I'm not sure exactly... I don't even really remember. It had something to do with the necklace she was wearing, some sort of healing power Siren's are given."
"Hmm..." His tan skin was smooth to the touch, and she watched gooseflesh rise over it where she touched. She leaned down to kiss it.
Laughing, Legolas sat up and pulled her into his arms. "We'd better get a move on, if you don't want what happened just a few minutes ago to happen again." He said quietly in a husky voice. Aunorey smiled, and straddled him.
"We have a while..." She kissed him.
Legolas had led them to a bluff that overlooked Mirkwood, and she knew that they would be home either before the night was over or early the next morning. A new sense of dread filled with longing shook her, and she sat up, brushing her hair out of her face. She stood up and stretched, and the peasant shirt she was wearing hung down to her knees. She smiled, knowing it was Legolas's, and it gave her an even odder sense of joy she didn't understand. II may be young/I, Aunorey thought, IBut I am in love.../I She smiled to herself, and turned around when she heard something move behind her.
Legolas smiled, his bow in hand, his long blonde hair blowing freely behind him. He wore only breeches and boots and a shirt, and Aunorey's heart stuck in her throat. She ran to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling. Legolas dropped his bow to wrap his arms around her, and with no words spoken, began to kiss her, silently telling her he loved her.
He moved forward, knudging her legs with his, and once they reached the quilts still warm from her body, he laid her down and still kissing her, kicked off his boots. He moved his head down to the large V in the shirt, and kissed her collarbone, her chest, and ran his tongue along her nippled through the thin fabric. He enjoyed the feel of her rising against him, her hips gently rising to meet his. He felt her tug at the bottom of his shirt, and lifted his arms to she could take it off of him. She began her own work on his chest, kissing everywhere and sighing while unbuttoning his breeches. He reached down to the hem of the shirt she was wearing, and slid it off of her until she lay bare beneath him.
When she finally got his breeches off, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down so she could kiss him fully on the lips. When he entered her, he probed slightly, lightly, making her writhe with need. He probed a little deeper the next time, and felt her buck against him. Smiling, he whispered, "Tell me you love me, and I'll give you what you need."
She tried to laugh, but the strong sensation and need surged through her body, driving her mad. "I love you!" She burst out, and felt him plunge deep, bringing her to her peak. She groaned, tightening her legs around him, and felt him move even deeper if possible, and when he didn't stop, pleasure filled her body so much that she forgot where her body ended and his started. She didn't want to leave this moment.
A while later.... Quite a while later, Legolas lay spent next to her, enjoying the feel of Aunorey's fingers rubbing his chest muscles. "We're almost home." He told her.
Aunorey sighed softly, and didn't respond for a minute. "I know."
Legolas looked down at her, he enjoyed laying in the shade, with the sun lighting the grass just a few feet ahead, wrapped up with her. "Do you not want to go home?"
Aunorey began to speak but stopped, not sure how to put it. "I... I don't want this to end." She paused, looked up at him. "I don't want it to change, you know what I mean?"
Kissing her forhead, Legolas skimmed his fingers down her cheek. "Yes, I do... But, it won't change Aunorey. How can it? I'll still be me, you'll still be you.... Our love with still be."
Content with that, Aunorey nodded and kissed his skin and felt his ribs underneath. She rubbed her hand over it, unable to believe that just a while ago it had been bruised and bloody with broken bone underneath.
"How did Glirendal do this?" Aunorey breathed out, leaning up on a forearm to feel around his abdomen with her fingers.
"I'm not sure exactly... I don't even really remember. It had something to do with the necklace she was wearing, some sort of healing power Siren's are given."
"Hmm..." His tan skin was smooth to the touch, and she watched gooseflesh rise over it where she touched. She leaned down to kiss it.
Laughing, Legolas sat up and pulled her into his arms. "We'd better get a move on, if you don't want what happened just a few minutes ago to happen again." He said quietly in a husky voice. Aunorey smiled, and straddled him.
"We have a while..." She kissed him.