A/N: Right, now I've chucked Arwen off the face of Middle Earth, time for
the sex scene I've been putting off all this time. Thanks and huge hugs to
Clare for all her help. Dorothy simply laughed, while Mike squirmed.
The Centre of The Universe
Aragorn entered the room, alerting me to his presence, I noted his call did not sound as far away as it had. Perhaps my senses were returning. I told him of the light patches. He kissed me passionately on the lips smothering my mouth with his own. His kisses were soft and gentle at first but then became fiercer, his need crying out. He had rid himself of his tunic without my prior knowledge. He was reaching for the ties of my loose cloak. I ran my hands down his bare rugged chest, he leant forward pinning me against the bed. I heard the faint sound of garments hitting the floor, proud that I could identify the sound. He was now naked, within seconds I was also. He guided me, but his wild neediness was taking control. I felt him shifting upon me, his glorious offering pushing urgently against my lips. I took his fullness in my mouth and sucked my King of Men. The flesh tasted heady, delicious, a taste only he possessed. I would recognise it anywhere, glad my senses were returning. He grew harder in my mouth, gasping and groaning. The Son of Arathorn pulled away leaving me feeling strangely empty. I felt his warm lips on my neck, tracing a path down my body, pausing slightly at the nipples. I bit my lip but was unable to stop myself from crying out his name. This only encouraged him further and I felt a rush of passion surge through my loins. He was teasing me, though blind I was never submissive. I wrapped my thighs firmly around him using my bodyweight to flip him over, reversing our positions.
Now on top, I felt an odd rush of power. I began lapping at his chest, wandering my slowly downwards coming back to his raw manhood. His bucked his hips encouraging me to administer to his now softening penis. I licked at the tip, and then withdrew after a kiss leaving my love writhing with passion. I could vaguely hear my name drowned by a torrent of elvish pleas. An evil grin appeared across my face. Now I was where I had always loved to be, in control. Instead of continuing, this liaison I lay backwards on the bed and persuaded him to advance. He responded in kind, laying himself over me, I felt him cupping my testicles. I knew he was teasing me in order to heighten my pleasure. I squealed in delight but as I did he pulled away and dropped a light kiss on my forehead. There was a fumbling at my side; I heard the distinctive creak of the draw in the bedside cabinet. I was able to discern a rustle from the din, though what caused it I did not know. Strange moisture was poured upon my chest. The divine sensation of my lover's tongue then licked me clean. I had never been so aroused my need now bordering on pain. I had to be fulfilled.
"Please Meleth." I begged; the elvish word for love passed my lips, as it rarely did. "I need you. I want you."
Aragorn responded by gently pulling me towards him. I felt a hand tracing my inner thigh. The sensation was unbelievable. A finger gently asked for admittance. I yielded nodding slightly. This was all he required. I was stretched open laid bare. I warned him of my imminent release, and urged him on. Another joined the finger; the owner was swiftly satisfied of my readiness. He adjusted his stance; I felt his bluntness against the entrance to my body. Again, I motioned my consent.
The sensation was incredible as his mortal sword pierced the centre of my being. Our cries of pleasure rang out, disturbing the silence of the Golden Forest. We climaxed together, as we nearly always did, mindful of others around.
It had been so long since we had found release in each other's arms, physically expressing our love. It rang like music in my ears, a beautiful melody my beloved himself had composed. As I lay inert in his arms, he whispered sweet words into my ears telling me of his undying love. He murmured of how I was the centre of his universe. Strange, he had never before felt the need to reassure me so. I did not question it, enjoying the sensation of lying in his arms. My only regret is that I had been unable to see his face. In time, I told myself I would. Hopefully. Galadriel had said that the effects of the elisur might be permanent, I prayed to Valar it would not be.
Silver tears began to cascade down my flushed cheek, the thought of never seeing him again was all consuming. I thought I might die of grief if unable to look into his beautiful steel eyes once more. Lips descended upon my face to tenderly to kiss them away. My heart bled. Maybe everything would be ok, it was now my turn to utter the brave words. Aragorn pulled me close, aware of my grief, keen to rid me of it.
It was then I was sure; I was the centre of his universe. With that I drifted into a contented sleep.
A/N: Ahem, well hope that was alright, hopefully more tomorrow.
The Centre of The Universe
Aragorn entered the room, alerting me to his presence, I noted his call did not sound as far away as it had. Perhaps my senses were returning. I told him of the light patches. He kissed me passionately on the lips smothering my mouth with his own. His kisses were soft and gentle at first but then became fiercer, his need crying out. He had rid himself of his tunic without my prior knowledge. He was reaching for the ties of my loose cloak. I ran my hands down his bare rugged chest, he leant forward pinning me against the bed. I heard the faint sound of garments hitting the floor, proud that I could identify the sound. He was now naked, within seconds I was also. He guided me, but his wild neediness was taking control. I felt him shifting upon me, his glorious offering pushing urgently against my lips. I took his fullness in my mouth and sucked my King of Men. The flesh tasted heady, delicious, a taste only he possessed. I would recognise it anywhere, glad my senses were returning. He grew harder in my mouth, gasping and groaning. The Son of Arathorn pulled away leaving me feeling strangely empty. I felt his warm lips on my neck, tracing a path down my body, pausing slightly at the nipples. I bit my lip but was unable to stop myself from crying out his name. This only encouraged him further and I felt a rush of passion surge through my loins. He was teasing me, though blind I was never submissive. I wrapped my thighs firmly around him using my bodyweight to flip him over, reversing our positions.
Now on top, I felt an odd rush of power. I began lapping at his chest, wandering my slowly downwards coming back to his raw manhood. His bucked his hips encouraging me to administer to his now softening penis. I licked at the tip, and then withdrew after a kiss leaving my love writhing with passion. I could vaguely hear my name drowned by a torrent of elvish pleas. An evil grin appeared across my face. Now I was where I had always loved to be, in control. Instead of continuing, this liaison I lay backwards on the bed and persuaded him to advance. He responded in kind, laying himself over me, I felt him cupping my testicles. I knew he was teasing me in order to heighten my pleasure. I squealed in delight but as I did he pulled away and dropped a light kiss on my forehead. There was a fumbling at my side; I heard the distinctive creak of the draw in the bedside cabinet. I was able to discern a rustle from the din, though what caused it I did not know. Strange moisture was poured upon my chest. The divine sensation of my lover's tongue then licked me clean. I had never been so aroused my need now bordering on pain. I had to be fulfilled.
"Please Meleth." I begged; the elvish word for love passed my lips, as it rarely did. "I need you. I want you."
Aragorn responded by gently pulling me towards him. I felt a hand tracing my inner thigh. The sensation was unbelievable. A finger gently asked for admittance. I yielded nodding slightly. This was all he required. I was stretched open laid bare. I warned him of my imminent release, and urged him on. Another joined the finger; the owner was swiftly satisfied of my readiness. He adjusted his stance; I felt his bluntness against the entrance to my body. Again, I motioned my consent.
The sensation was incredible as his mortal sword pierced the centre of my being. Our cries of pleasure rang out, disturbing the silence of the Golden Forest. We climaxed together, as we nearly always did, mindful of others around.
It had been so long since we had found release in each other's arms, physically expressing our love. It rang like music in my ears, a beautiful melody my beloved himself had composed. As I lay inert in his arms, he whispered sweet words into my ears telling me of his undying love. He murmured of how I was the centre of his universe. Strange, he had never before felt the need to reassure me so. I did not question it, enjoying the sensation of lying in his arms. My only regret is that I had been unable to see his face. In time, I told myself I would. Hopefully. Galadriel had said that the effects of the elisur might be permanent, I prayed to Valar it would not be.
Silver tears began to cascade down my flushed cheek, the thought of never seeing him again was all consuming. I thought I might die of grief if unable to look into his beautiful steel eyes once more. Lips descended upon my face to tenderly to kiss them away. My heart bled. Maybe everything would be ok, it was now my turn to utter the brave words. Aragorn pulled me close, aware of my grief, keen to rid me of it.
It was then I was sure; I was the centre of his universe. With that I drifted into a contented sleep.
A/N: Ahem, well hope that was alright, hopefully more tomorrow.