This chapter is rated R because it gets a bit lemony. Elvish speech is in '
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If the night was bad the day was worse. We rode in usual order, Faramir and I at the back. Unable to do anything but stare at each other, the feeling of pent up desire threatened to engulf me. When we stopped for a break I had to repremend myself for thinking about tackling him, and making love to him right there, in front of everyone.
This lasted for another five days. My eyes were bloodshot, for I hadn't slept at all.
"Are you alright?" asked Gandalf when we made camp at mid-day. We had decided that we would rest here, and travel by night, for it was very hot.
"I'm fine…yes," I murmured vaugly, before trying to drink from my empty waterskin.
"We need water Gandalf," yelled Frodo, from the other side of camp.
"Why doesn't Legolas go and get it?" suggested Aragorn, his eyes glinting with maliace.
"I think Legolas should stay here and guard camp," pipped up Merry. Everyone turned to stare at him. "We need someone to guard camp. Plus we want to swim…it's so hot!"
"Yeah!" yelled Pippen.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," said Gandalf. "We'll all go…but Faramir, you stay here with Legolas." He looked at me with concern in his eyes. Aragorn glared, but knew he couldn't say or do anything, as he, Gandalf, and the hobbits left camp. Faramir and I just looked at each other, desire shining in his eyes. Finally when I was sure they were gone I threw myself at him. Plunging my tounge into his open mouth, I tore at his tunic, not thinking clearly anymore.
'I….' I panted, speaking in between kisses 'Couldn't…take…it…anymore…'
'Me either…' he said breathlessly, running his hands over my bare chest, making me shudder. In return I pulled off his leggings, and let him do the same to mine. Seeing his face flushed with desire, I entered him, not thinking about anything else besides this moment. I didn't care that I was risking my life, didn't care that our moans of pleasure could probably be heard by the rest off the fellowship, I just cared about being here with my love, for I didn't know how long it would last.
'I love you,' he said, kissing me deeply. I was about to reply when I heard loud voices coming from nearby.
'Quick!' I said, pulling on my clothes as fast as I could. Faramir followed suit and I was just finishing lacing up my boots when the four hobbits ran into the clearing, chattering loudly. Aragorn followed, his hair dripping wet, an angry expression on his face. It grew worse when he stared at Faramir and I, his dark eyes lingering on my flushed face and his tunic, which was inside out. I stared coldly back, for he didn't have any proof that we had done anything.
"I suggest that we rest now," said Gandalf. "For we will be departing at dusk. Legolas would you mind taking the watch?"
"That's fine," I said. I wanted to give Faramir a chance to rest. I felt guilty for not letting him release his desire on me, for he was surely feeling the same things I was. I was just so wrapped up in my emotions, my lust…
"You fucked him didn't you?" hissed Aragorn in my ear, using the term that comes out of the mouthes of tavern whores. "I knew you couldn't resist him…"
"How do you know we did anything?" I asked calmly.
"Don't take me for a fool. What else would you have done if you were alone with him?"
"Eat, talk…any number of things. Face it, you can't prove anything. And if you say anything to anyone, I'll make sure they all know of our little…bargin. They won't be very pleased with you." At these words he froze and I grinned. "Who's the blackmailer now?"
Scowling he returned to his blankets, his expression telling me that I would pay.
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If the night was bad the day was worse. We rode in usual order, Faramir and I at the back. Unable to do anything but stare at each other, the feeling of pent up desire threatened to engulf me. When we stopped for a break I had to repremend myself for thinking about tackling him, and making love to him right there, in front of everyone.
This lasted for another five days. My eyes were bloodshot, for I hadn't slept at all.
"Are you alright?" asked Gandalf when we made camp at mid-day. We had decided that we would rest here, and travel by night, for it was very hot.
"I'm fine…yes," I murmured vaugly, before trying to drink from my empty waterskin.
"We need water Gandalf," yelled Frodo, from the other side of camp.
"Why doesn't Legolas go and get it?" suggested Aragorn, his eyes glinting with maliace.
"I think Legolas should stay here and guard camp," pipped up Merry. Everyone turned to stare at him. "We need someone to guard camp. Plus we want to swim…it's so hot!"
"Yeah!" yelled Pippen.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," said Gandalf. "We'll all go…but Faramir, you stay here with Legolas." He looked at me with concern in his eyes. Aragorn glared, but knew he couldn't say or do anything, as he, Gandalf, and the hobbits left camp. Faramir and I just looked at each other, desire shining in his eyes. Finally when I was sure they were gone I threw myself at him. Plunging my tounge into his open mouth, I tore at his tunic, not thinking clearly anymore.
'I….' I panted, speaking in between kisses 'Couldn't…take…it…anymore…'
'Me either…' he said breathlessly, running his hands over my bare chest, making me shudder. In return I pulled off his leggings, and let him do the same to mine. Seeing his face flushed with desire, I entered him, not thinking about anything else besides this moment. I didn't care that I was risking my life, didn't care that our moans of pleasure could probably be heard by the rest off the fellowship, I just cared about being here with my love, for I didn't know how long it would last.
'I love you,' he said, kissing me deeply. I was about to reply when I heard loud voices coming from nearby.
'Quick!' I said, pulling on my clothes as fast as I could. Faramir followed suit and I was just finishing lacing up my boots when the four hobbits ran into the clearing, chattering loudly. Aragorn followed, his hair dripping wet, an angry expression on his face. It grew worse when he stared at Faramir and I, his dark eyes lingering on my flushed face and his tunic, which was inside out. I stared coldly back, for he didn't have any proof that we had done anything.
"I suggest that we rest now," said Gandalf. "For we will be departing at dusk. Legolas would you mind taking the watch?"
"That's fine," I said. I wanted to give Faramir a chance to rest. I felt guilty for not letting him release his desire on me, for he was surely feeling the same things I was. I was just so wrapped up in my emotions, my lust…
"You fucked him didn't you?" hissed Aragorn in my ear, using the term that comes out of the mouthes of tavern whores. "I knew you couldn't resist him…"
"How do you know we did anything?" I asked calmly.
"Don't take me for a fool. What else would you have done if you were alone with him?"
"Eat, talk…any number of things. Face it, you can't prove anything. And if you say anything to anyone, I'll make sure they all know of our little…bargin. They won't be very pleased with you." At these words he froze and I grinned. "Who's the blackmailer now?"
Scowling he returned to his blankets, his expression telling me that I would pay.