Chapter 42
Tally lay in the bath relaxing, thinking over her day with Legolas when she heard someone open the bathroom door. Tally tried to cover herself with her hands and look round to see who it was. It was Legolas,
"Well, it seems a shame to let all the hot water and bubbles go to waste," he raised his eyebrow at her and shed his clothes. Legolas sat in the opposite end of the bath. Tally watched him warily. She knew what kind of mood he was in. It spelt trouble.
Legolas stretched out allowing himself to sink down into the water and his feet to reach Tally's shoulders in the bath. She pushed them away playfully and closed her eyes, relaxing again. Cold water splashed her face, and she half opened one eye to try and guess exactly what Legolas was up to. He was going to destroy her peace in the bath Tally knew. She decided to get out instead. Reaching for a towel she climbed out and wrapped it around her. She wrapped her hair in a second one and wandered back to her bedroom. She sat in a large chair and picked up her book. It was suddenly snapped closed and taken away from her by a naked and dripping wet Legolas,
"You are behaving like a child, not a king." He just shrugged at her, "Why are you behaving like this? What do you want?" she tried to make it sound like he was trying her patience. Legolas continued to look at her. "Legolas, you are dripping all over my floor. If you are here to annoy me, at least do it without making it a slippery death-trap." Quick as a flash he had a towel wrapped around his waist and dried the floor. Tally turned back to her book. Legolas would tell her in the end, she knew,
"Tally, aren't you dry now? Can't you take the towel off?"
"Oh so this is what it is all about. You just want to see me naked. Well I'm not that sort of girl. You'll just have to find someone else." She turned back to her book.
"Can you blame me? Tally I've made love before, but never has it been as good as that."
"I'll take that as a compliment, but I'm still not getting naked for you at your beck and call." She got up and moved to sit in front of a mirror. Tally took the towel from around her head and began to brush her hair dry. Legolas let out a tortured cry from behind her and she saw the mock agony on his face in her mirror. Tally laughed and turned around, "Does it really mean that much to you." Legolas gave her a puppy-dog expression and nodded. He pouted and looked at her, "Come here and brush my hair, my arms are getting tired." Legolas bounded over to take over. He occasionally let his hands brush over the skin of her neck and face and Tally would remind him to carry on with the task in hand. After a while her hair was dry. Tally turned as looked at Legolas, "Would you like to help me dress?" Legolas nodded, still with his childish look on, "Will you choose me something to wear?" Tally laughed as he picked out completely inappropriate ensembles, but approved when he finally settled on a deep blue robe.
Tally took off her towel and let it fall to the ground. Legolas looked at her with longing. He went to touch her and pull her into a slow kiss, but she dodged out of the way, "Where are my undergarments?" And Legolas let out a cry of frustration. Tally dashed around the room looking under the clothes Legolas had tossed from her cupboard, "Oh here is a pair. I suppose they will do." Tally stepped into them quickly. She looked back at Legolas, "Help me into my dress then, Malia would cringe if she knew what you'd done to all my clothes." Legolas let her step into it and began to do her buttons up. Legolas kissed his way up her back, sending shivers down her spine.
Tally was finally dressed, and she turned round to look at Legolas who was still in his towel. His tight stomach muscles were evident below his model chest. Tally looked at him, "What shall I do now my lady?" Legolas asked,
"My hair if you please. Plait it for me." Legolas was hoping for a different request, but stood behind her as she sat doing her make up in the mirror. Legolas parted her hair in two and plaited the two bunches. When he had finished Tally stood up and turned to him. "Thank you, my love. We'd better clear up this mess or Malia will have a fit when she finds out." Together they picked up all her gowns and other clothes and hung them back up in Tally's wardrobe. They hung the last clothes together and Legolas turned to Tally,
"You know, you're welcome to come and choose my clothes any time."
"That's nice my love," Tally said absentmindedly, turning to straighten up a table,
"I'm heading back to my room now," said Legolas, hoping she'd take the hint,
"That's nice my love," Tally pretended to be absorbed in her task. Legolas walked slowly to the door and left looking over his shoulder hoping Tally would follow. As soon as he'd closed it, Tally burst out into a fit of giggles. She wandered round the room tidying things up, biding her time and then into her study to reorganise some papers which were in a mess. After about half an hour, Tally thought she'd been cruel enough and decided to see what Legolas was up to.
Tally stood outside Legolas' door and was about to turned the handle. She went straight to Legolas' bedroom where she knew he'd be waiting. He was there lying on the bed as naked as the day he was born. Tally had to bite her tongue hard to prevent herself laughing at the hurt look on his face,
"I thought you weren't coming," he said, upset,
"I didn't think you needed my help to get dressed. You're obviously more of a child than I thought."
"Will you help me?" he beseeched, "Please?" Tally picked out some clothes for him and moved over to the bed. Legolas slipped into his breeches which Tally did up for him and then she slipped his arms into the shirt. She did the buttons up slowly, allowing her fingers to run over his chest. Legolas clearly wanted more, but Tally wasn't going to play,
"There, all done. Aren't you a pretty elf?" Legolas folded his arms across his chest and sulked,
"What is wrong, my Lord?" Tally asked, knowing full well what it was,
"Nothing." Legolas sniffed, turning his head away from Tally. She suppressed a giggle as she looked at him,
"Sit down Legolas, let me make it all better for you." Legolas looked at her. There was a brief smile across his face and then it was sad again. Legolas sat down on the edge of the bed and Tally perched next to him. She leant across and began to nibble at his ear. She unbuttoned some of his shirt and slid a hand inside,
"Don't think this is going to make up for anything Tally." Then he groaned. Tally had reached the point of his ear. She sucked on it for a time, running her tongue over the point and then took it between her teeth and bit down hard. Legolas yelled her name. He couldn't take it anymore. As Tally released her hold on him, Legolas pulled away and pushed Tally down onto his bed. He pressed his mouth down onto hers, tasting her sweetness. Tally practically ripped the rest of his shirt off, more than one button went flying across the room and they both laughed between the kisses he ravished across her face, neck and shoulders. Legolas ran a hand up her leg and began stroking her inner thigh. Occasionally his fingers brushed against her and Tally moved her hips against the friction of his touch but his hand had already moved away. Tally began to ache for his touch. She took hold of his wrist and pushed his hand inside her undergarments. Legolas was turned on more by the fact she had taken control and was guiding him to touch her the best way to please her. Legolas moved off Tally so she could sit up. Tally managed to undo the back of her dress with the help of Legolas' free hand and slipped it off her shoulders. The second when Legolas took his hand away so Tally could take off all her clothes seemed to her like an age. Tally was lying down and Legolas was kneeling over her. She reached up and undid his breeches. His erection almost hit his stomach. This time it was less tender and more passionate and frenetic. They feasted on the sight of each other's body, turned on by the way each other moved and the noises and faces they made. They found their climax together with their bodies pushed against the other's. Their fingers were entwined and they held the other's gaze, not blinking until their eyes were dry and filing with tears. Tally's brimmed over, it had been an emotional day for her, her final step in her rehabilitation in the Elf world, and Legolas kissed them away whispering words of love in her ears until she was calm. She looked at him straight into his eyes, but she didn't have to say what she wanted to. Legolas' eyes said he already knew. She loved him and he loved her.
That night they ate in Legolas' room. Neither felt the need for the company of anyone else. They ate and talked of the things they would do together, planning the time they had together. The things they could teach each other and the things they wanted to experience together
Tally lay in the bath relaxing, thinking over her day with Legolas when she heard someone open the bathroom door. Tally tried to cover herself with her hands and look round to see who it was. It was Legolas,
"Well, it seems a shame to let all the hot water and bubbles go to waste," he raised his eyebrow at her and shed his clothes. Legolas sat in the opposite end of the bath. Tally watched him warily. She knew what kind of mood he was in. It spelt trouble.
Legolas stretched out allowing himself to sink down into the water and his feet to reach Tally's shoulders in the bath. She pushed them away playfully and closed her eyes, relaxing again. Cold water splashed her face, and she half opened one eye to try and guess exactly what Legolas was up to. He was going to destroy her peace in the bath Tally knew. She decided to get out instead. Reaching for a towel she climbed out and wrapped it around her. She wrapped her hair in a second one and wandered back to her bedroom. She sat in a large chair and picked up her book. It was suddenly snapped closed and taken away from her by a naked and dripping wet Legolas,
"You are behaving like a child, not a king." He just shrugged at her, "Why are you behaving like this? What do you want?" she tried to make it sound like he was trying her patience. Legolas continued to look at her. "Legolas, you are dripping all over my floor. If you are here to annoy me, at least do it without making it a slippery death-trap." Quick as a flash he had a towel wrapped around his waist and dried the floor. Tally turned back to her book. Legolas would tell her in the end, she knew,
"Tally, aren't you dry now? Can't you take the towel off?"
"Oh so this is what it is all about. You just want to see me naked. Well I'm not that sort of girl. You'll just have to find someone else." She turned back to her book.
"Can you blame me? Tally I've made love before, but never has it been as good as that."
"I'll take that as a compliment, but I'm still not getting naked for you at your beck and call." She got up and moved to sit in front of a mirror. Tally took the towel from around her head and began to brush her hair dry. Legolas let out a tortured cry from behind her and she saw the mock agony on his face in her mirror. Tally laughed and turned around, "Does it really mean that much to you." Legolas gave her a puppy-dog expression and nodded. He pouted and looked at her, "Come here and brush my hair, my arms are getting tired." Legolas bounded over to take over. He occasionally let his hands brush over the skin of her neck and face and Tally would remind him to carry on with the task in hand. After a while her hair was dry. Tally turned as looked at Legolas, "Would you like to help me dress?" Legolas nodded, still with his childish look on, "Will you choose me something to wear?" Tally laughed as he picked out completely inappropriate ensembles, but approved when he finally settled on a deep blue robe.
Tally took off her towel and let it fall to the ground. Legolas looked at her with longing. He went to touch her and pull her into a slow kiss, but she dodged out of the way, "Where are my undergarments?" And Legolas let out a cry of frustration. Tally dashed around the room looking under the clothes Legolas had tossed from her cupboard, "Oh here is a pair. I suppose they will do." Tally stepped into them quickly. She looked back at Legolas, "Help me into my dress then, Malia would cringe if she knew what you'd done to all my clothes." Legolas let her step into it and began to do her buttons up. Legolas kissed his way up her back, sending shivers down her spine.
Tally was finally dressed, and she turned round to look at Legolas who was still in his towel. His tight stomach muscles were evident below his model chest. Tally looked at him, "What shall I do now my lady?" Legolas asked,
"My hair if you please. Plait it for me." Legolas was hoping for a different request, but stood behind her as she sat doing her make up in the mirror. Legolas parted her hair in two and plaited the two bunches. When he had finished Tally stood up and turned to him. "Thank you, my love. We'd better clear up this mess or Malia will have a fit when she finds out." Together they picked up all her gowns and other clothes and hung them back up in Tally's wardrobe. They hung the last clothes together and Legolas turned to Tally,
"You know, you're welcome to come and choose my clothes any time."
"That's nice my love," Tally said absentmindedly, turning to straighten up a table,
"I'm heading back to my room now," said Legolas, hoping she'd take the hint,
"That's nice my love," Tally pretended to be absorbed in her task. Legolas walked slowly to the door and left looking over his shoulder hoping Tally would follow. As soon as he'd closed it, Tally burst out into a fit of giggles. She wandered round the room tidying things up, biding her time and then into her study to reorganise some papers which were in a mess. After about half an hour, Tally thought she'd been cruel enough and decided to see what Legolas was up to.
Tally stood outside Legolas' door and was about to turned the handle. She went straight to Legolas' bedroom where she knew he'd be waiting. He was there lying on the bed as naked as the day he was born. Tally had to bite her tongue hard to prevent herself laughing at the hurt look on his face,
"I thought you weren't coming," he said, upset,
"I didn't think you needed my help to get dressed. You're obviously more of a child than I thought."
"Will you help me?" he beseeched, "Please?" Tally picked out some clothes for him and moved over to the bed. Legolas slipped into his breeches which Tally did up for him and then she slipped his arms into the shirt. She did the buttons up slowly, allowing her fingers to run over his chest. Legolas clearly wanted more, but Tally wasn't going to play,
"There, all done. Aren't you a pretty elf?" Legolas folded his arms across his chest and sulked,
"What is wrong, my Lord?" Tally asked, knowing full well what it was,
"Nothing." Legolas sniffed, turning his head away from Tally. She suppressed a giggle as she looked at him,
"Sit down Legolas, let me make it all better for you." Legolas looked at her. There was a brief smile across his face and then it was sad again. Legolas sat down on the edge of the bed and Tally perched next to him. She leant across and began to nibble at his ear. She unbuttoned some of his shirt and slid a hand inside,
"Don't think this is going to make up for anything Tally." Then he groaned. Tally had reached the point of his ear. She sucked on it for a time, running her tongue over the point and then took it between her teeth and bit down hard. Legolas yelled her name. He couldn't take it anymore. As Tally released her hold on him, Legolas pulled away and pushed Tally down onto his bed. He pressed his mouth down onto hers, tasting her sweetness. Tally practically ripped the rest of his shirt off, more than one button went flying across the room and they both laughed between the kisses he ravished across her face, neck and shoulders. Legolas ran a hand up her leg and began stroking her inner thigh. Occasionally his fingers brushed against her and Tally moved her hips against the friction of his touch but his hand had already moved away. Tally began to ache for his touch. She took hold of his wrist and pushed his hand inside her undergarments. Legolas was turned on more by the fact she had taken control and was guiding him to touch her the best way to please her. Legolas moved off Tally so she could sit up. Tally managed to undo the back of her dress with the help of Legolas' free hand and slipped it off her shoulders. The second when Legolas took his hand away so Tally could take off all her clothes seemed to her like an age. Tally was lying down and Legolas was kneeling over her. She reached up and undid his breeches. His erection almost hit his stomach. This time it was less tender and more passionate and frenetic. They feasted on the sight of each other's body, turned on by the way each other moved and the noises and faces they made. They found their climax together with their bodies pushed against the other's. Their fingers were entwined and they held the other's gaze, not blinking until their eyes were dry and filing with tears. Tally's brimmed over, it had been an emotional day for her, her final step in her rehabilitation in the Elf world, and Legolas kissed them away whispering words of love in her ears until she was calm. She looked at him straight into his eyes, but she didn't have to say what she wanted to. Legolas' eyes said he already knew. She loved him and he loved her.
That night they ate in Legolas' room. Neither felt the need for the company of anyone else. They ate and talked of the things they would do together, planning the time they had together. The things they could teach each other and the things they wanted to experience together
