Maybe Not Tonight
By: Pinky
Author's Note: Just a short ficlet I wrote for someone's birthday, Joannie M. Please review :)
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He runs his hands down my sides; finger tips gently teasing. My eyes close, focusing inwardly on everything outward; his hot breath on my skin and the feel of our bodies pressed together.
As his hands move over my body, setting my soul on fire, they send me spiraling into a sea of desire. I feel his lips press against my belly button, and I moan softly. His lips travel further down, caressing my belly, and I run my fingers through his dark hair, lightly grasping.
He pulls his body up slowly, enjoying the friction of our skin as he moves. I release his hair and slide my arms around him. I gently rub his muscular shoulders, and then let my hands slide down his back, and I grin delightedly when I hear a low groan escape his lips.
Dropping his head to the side, he brushes my ear with his lips as he says breathlessly, "I love you." His voice is for once not so polished and refined; instead rugged, deep, throaty, passionate.
Playfully he nips at my earlobe and then drops to the juncture of my jawbone and neck. Softly moaning, I hold onto him tighter, and wrap my legs around his waist.
The door to our chamber opens, golden candle light pours in. I break away from him and roll over, grabbing desperately for the coverlet. My fingers brush against it on the floor, and I lean over and snatch it up to cover my nakedness.
Disappointment pulls at my breast at the breaking of our proximity. I take a quick glance to the side and Feanor smiles seeming amused and nods his head in the direction on the door.
"Mother?" A soft voice cautiously asks, our youngest son peering into the room, his eyes all but hidden behind the door.
Sighing, I toss my pillow at my husband. "Of course you'd think it was funny," I hiss at him as he turns to muffle his laughter.
"Just a moment, I'll be right out, dear." I squint, straining to see into the shadows of the room for something to wear.
Suddenly, the light fades and I hear a gentle click.
"I knew he was bold, Nerdanel." I glance over to the side, frowning at the pride abundant in his tone.
"Too bold for his own good, flirting with reckless I would say."
I receive an aggravated frown that fades into a mischievous grin. "Only because he knows his parents' love for him shall override their-- bodily desires." Rolling over, he pins me underneath his weight. I laugh and succumb to his light kisses all over my face and neck.
"When has anything ever overridden your 'bodily desires?'" I ask unconvinced.
Laughing, he kisses me deeply before rolling over, letting me rise to tend to Curufin.
By: Pinky
Author's Note: Just a short ficlet I wrote for someone's birthday, Joannie M. Please review :)
~*~*~*~*~
He runs his hands down my sides; finger tips gently teasing. My eyes close, focusing inwardly on everything outward; his hot breath on my skin and the feel of our bodies pressed together.
As his hands move over my body, setting my soul on fire, they send me spiraling into a sea of desire. I feel his lips press against my belly button, and I moan softly. His lips travel further down, caressing my belly, and I run my fingers through his dark hair, lightly grasping.
He pulls his body up slowly, enjoying the friction of our skin as he moves. I release his hair and slide my arms around him. I gently rub his muscular shoulders, and then let my hands slide down his back, and I grin delightedly when I hear a low groan escape his lips.
Dropping his head to the side, he brushes my ear with his lips as he says breathlessly, "I love you." His voice is for once not so polished and refined; instead rugged, deep, throaty, passionate.
Playfully he nips at my earlobe and then drops to the juncture of my jawbone and neck. Softly moaning, I hold onto him tighter, and wrap my legs around his waist.
The door to our chamber opens, golden candle light pours in. I break away from him and roll over, grabbing desperately for the coverlet. My fingers brush against it on the floor, and I lean over and snatch it up to cover my nakedness.
Disappointment pulls at my breast at the breaking of our proximity. I take a quick glance to the side and Feanor smiles seeming amused and nods his head in the direction on the door.
"Mother?" A soft voice cautiously asks, our youngest son peering into the room, his eyes all but hidden behind the door.
Sighing, I toss my pillow at my husband. "Of course you'd think it was funny," I hiss at him as he turns to muffle his laughter.
"Just a moment, I'll be right out, dear." I squint, straining to see into the shadows of the room for something to wear.
Suddenly, the light fades and I hear a gentle click.
"I knew he was bold, Nerdanel." I glance over to the side, frowning at the pride abundant in his tone.
"Too bold for his own good, flirting with reckless I would say."
I receive an aggravated frown that fades into a mischievous grin. "Only because he knows his parents' love for him shall override their-- bodily desires." Rolling over, he pins me underneath his weight. I laugh and succumb to his light kisses all over my face and neck.
"When has anything ever overridden your 'bodily desires?'" I ask unconvinced.
Laughing, he kisses me deeply before rolling over, letting me rise to tend to Curufin.
