Interruptions
Chapter 5
Voices in the head…again
(((Authors note: Élharma has a conversation with herself in this chapter. I used one / to indicate one voice and two // to indicate when she answers herself. I hope it isn't confusing for you. Happy reading!)))
Élharma tried, but to no avail to calm the wild pounding of her heart. Nor could she erase the look of panic and confusion that had come unbidden and unwanted upon her face.
/Since when was I so bold? Since when did I…do things like…that?/
Of course, he HAD looked absolutely delicious sitting there under the semi-transparent sheets, his creamy skin practically glowing, begging for a touch, a caress, anything.
/ absolutely no excuse for my actions/. She mentally chided herself.
And the response that her quite uncalled for behavior was…was…well, lets say at least unexpected. She had felt empowered, excited, intoxicated by the very feel of his raw skin bared beneath her fingertips.
That is what confused her the most, was her reaction. She had felt, and still felt an indescribable hunger, a need that was deeper than any hunger that she had ever felt possible. A desire for more of him that was so incredibly decapitating that it froze her heart in her chest while, at the same time burning it with a fire of unexpressed passions that was steadily building in the pit of her stomach. This feeling was completely and totally new, an incredibly foreign experience. She did not know weather she was enjoying these feelings or was completely repulsed.
So strong was this building, this anticipation, this incredible hunger that she began to question weather or not elves go crazy, for at the moment she truly doubted the validity of her own sanity.
Realizing that she was standing there like an idiot staring at the same spot in the ornately carved floors, she searched for something else to concentrate her attention on. Something beside him. She did not want to look at him at the moment. He was just to..to..to something that she did not know how to explain. For her he was the thing that her mind, body, heart, and even her spirit needed, ached for, desperately. And this confused her. Confusion was definitely not a good feeling. She did not want to feel confused... So she looked at her hands.
They were trembling. Trembling!
/My hands are trembling…MY HANDS ARE TREMBLING!!?!! My hands absolutely under no circumstances ever tremble… Ever! I must be going insane./
All of these thoughts so far had come from the very logical, very ordered part of her mind. Now, another strain of thought drifted into her consciousness. This strain was in no way logical or ordered. In fact, this part of her mind was the heart of chaos, the epitome of madness.
//You can analyze and deny your actions all you want, sister, but you know that you enjoyed that little…ahem, shall we call it a little expedition? //
She was utterly appalled and shocked. Did that thought just come from somewhere in her mind?
/We shall call it no such thing. A slipup, perhaps. A moment of insanity, definitely. A moment, that is all. It wont happen again!/
The voice, if she could call it that, laughed sarcastically,
//Of course. And pigs fly. Oh yes, you enjoyed that so very much. You want to know what else you would enjoy? Oooo, and its something I am sure that he would enjoy it so very much as well?//
/No! No, no, definitely not. I absolutely don't want to know. No. You can be quiet now because I don't want to know. No./
//You are fooling yourself. I have a grand idea for you, and there are three common little words that will help you to remember: Lips and Tongue.//
She was shocked, now more sure than ever that elves truly do go insane.
/WHAT?/
//You heard me. Let me enlighten you, since you are being so incredibly stubbornly narrow minded.// The voice harrumphed.
/I'm not hearing this…I am not hearing this… I am not…/ She mentally chanted, hoping to drown out the voice.
//First, he seemed to really enjoy your light little kisses. Did you feel how his breath began to quicken? And did you feel how hard he was when you touched him? It turned him on. We will play on that effect. First, you kiss his chest. Now, don't really kiss kiss him, it is more like you just hover above his skin, only coming close enough that he can feel the presence of your lips a fraction of a micron away from his skin//
/I am insane/
//No your not. I assure you. Even the prestigious Galadriel has her moments. You just have chosen to ignore them. Where was I? Oh yes. You trail your kisses down his chest, never fully touching him with your lips. Keep kissing your way down his body, make sure you don't miss any spots…//
/I am not hearing this! I AM NOT hearing this!!!/ She thought, beginning to feel a little panicked.
//Yes you are. And calm down, nobody but you can hear me. Goodness. Where was I? Oh yes, my favorite part. You have now come to his member, his manhood if you will allow me that much. He will be aroused, but not enough. Keep your touch light, his skin will be hyper-sensitive. Kiss your way down his arousal, never actually touching him fully with your lips, merely suggesting, hinting at the presence of your skin against his. Now, he will be hard, and warm against your lips, lightly wrap them around him, but only lightly. He will probably move, try to deepen the contact. Don't let him.//
/Oh dear…/
//keep your touch light. Use your lips, your tongue, your breath to tease him, sometimes high, sometimes low, until he begs, screams, cries for more, for deeper contact with you.//
/But I don't want to make him cry or scream or beg/ She begged, denying the fact that these evil little suggestions actually sounded somewhat appealing.
//Yes, you do. Besides, it would not be like a cry of pain, but more of unfulfilled passions. Trust me, you will enjoy it.//
/I don't trust you/, still denying how fulfilling it would actually be to hear Haldir beg.
//you have to. I am part of you, and you cannot make me go away.//, obviously knowing the acceptance that had spawned in some forgotten corner of her mind.
/Fine. Just don't interfere to much. At least not right now. I have things to do today and need to be able to focus./
//My time will come. I can wait//
/Fine./, although she was not entirely sure what she had just agreed to.
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Haldir watched Élharma as the healers bustled in and began cutting the bandages from his chest. She had never done anything so bold before, and he was incredibly curious as to what her reaction would be. As for his reaction… well, lets just say that at the moment his trousers and the sheets were both a blessing and a curse. Damn those healers.
Of course, as soon as they had entered, he had been sure to assume the socially appropriate calm exterior. Granted, it had been incredibly difficult, considering the very awkward position they had been caught in. Emotional calm was also difficult at the moment because the image that was caught stubbornly in his head was of what their intense, passionate lovemaking would be like. Definitely not helping his situation. Definitely.
Now, he watched her, gazing at her, drinking in her very essence. The vision that stood before him was breathtaking, more than just something he saw, it became his sustenance, bearing more importance than water, more importance than food, more importance than the very air he breathed. His body, his mind, his heart and his very soul wanted to touch her, to taste her, to know every inch of her body and mind.
His eyes found her face. She was staring at the floor, emotions flying like a whirlwind across the creamy contours of her expressions. Not, of course, obviously. No, Élharma was much to poised for something like that. What he did see was very subtle clues, mere suggestions indicating only to those who knew how to read them. The slight movement of the eyebrow, the posture of her shoulders, and even the way her lips tensed almost imperceptibly. Above all else, it was her eyes. Her eyes always gave her away. To the average passer-by she would appear almost bored, her face would seem blank. But not to him.
To him, what he saw in that face was first shock, he could see the astonishment and disbelief in every muscle, in the way her hands hung limply at her sides, at the arch of her brow, and in the emerald green hues of her eyes as she stared glassily at the floor. This quickly changed to an appall, a disgust.
One of the healers blocked his view for a moment. He waited patiently, knowing that she would still be standing there when the elf moved out of his way.
When she did, Élharma was looking at her hands… they were…trembling? This astonished him. She must be very shocked. He had never seen her hands tremble. And her eyes, her eyes once again shown with a different hue, a different lighted candle burned in their depths. This time it was a pale lavender. Introspection. He had seen that look many times before. She was listening to her mind, most likely deciding how to react.
Quite suddenly she raised her eyes to meet his, and what he saw there sent flames of fear to the pit of his stomach. Her eyes were lighted with a fire, an energy that he had never seen before. Well, not fully seen. She may have let this new emotion out a few times before but only slightly. But now it was there in full- force. And it made him afraid. Her eyes burned into his with a feral flame of a deep violet, and the muscles in her alabaster cheeks tightened slightly, lifting her full lips in an almost malevolent smile.
And while it instilled in him a deep and incredible fear, that smile, however mischievous, made his blood pressure begin to rise and the familiar burning in the pit of his stomach boil at an almost unbearable level.
He tore his eyes from her gaze, suddenly finding it incredibly hard to breathe. He looked elsewhere, desperately keeping his precarious hold on his calm.
Thank goodness for the healers. They had just pulled the bandages away from his chest, and were bustling about again, this time readying to leave. He looked down, and noticed that Élharma's eyes followed his.
It amazed both of them to see only a very faint, very light scar where there had been an arrow embedded deep within his chest. The mark was in fact so faint that it could hardly even be called a scar. He moved his arm, stretching, testing the underlying muscle for kinks and tightness.
Seeing him move in such a way reminded Élharma that her own body was complaining, her own muscles were tight, unused to lying flat for long periods of time.
"Care to join me for a walk?" She asked, refusing to let the silence in the room become as awkward as she was feeling.
"I would enjoy a walk," He replied cautiously, not sure how to react. He didn't really want to go for a walk, he wanted her to join her in the bed. That obviously wasn't going to happen.
"Come on then." She said playfully, spinning on her heels and heading out the door.
He rolled stiffly to the edge of the soft bed, his muscles complaining with every movement. "Wait!" He called with a groan.
Élharma was out the door and a few hundred paces down the path when Haldir finally made it outside and into the sunshine. "Hurry up!" She called insistently over her shoulder, flashing him a glimpse of a tantalizingly mischevious grin..
"Slow down!" He called, trying unsuccessfully to be annoyed, "Try to remember that I was just SHOT a few days ago."
She turned, skipping back up the path merrily, "And should I or should I not remember that you were given a completely clean bill of health only a few moments ago by the healers?" She asked impishly, a teasing grin filling her features, "Or should you go back in there and have them tell you to stay away from…certain… activities?"
He could not help but smile, her rambunctiousness was contagious in the highest degree, "I am feeling much better, thank you." He replied, darting past her with a sudden burst of power from his long, muscular legs.
"Hey! You… you get back here!" She cried indignantly, "I thought you were convalescing!"
She ran, overtaking him quickly. Just as she was about to pass him, though, his hand snaked out and caught her around the waist in midair. Before she could say anything, he had pulled her close, wrapping both arms securely around her waist.
She was breathing hard, her lungs trying to compensate for the sudden demand for more oxygen.
"Well, it looks like you caught me." She said with a grin.
"Indeed." He whispered as his mouth lowered swiftly to hers.
His lips found only empty air.
"Or not." He heard her laugh from somewhere behind him. He whirled, but only caught a fleeting glimpse of her as she darted, still laughing down the path.
He would not be denied this time. They were alone, finally, and he was intent on beginning again what she had so sweetly started earlier that morning. He pursued the giggling elf as she headed further down the hard- packed dirt path.
Being the faster one, he overtook her quickly enough. Of course, that was only half of the challenge. The other half, the bigger half, was actually catching her. And while he excelled her in pure speed, she far surpassed his ability to maneuver in tight spaces. One moment she would be on his right, and the next she would be calling him from the trees above.
This was a maddening game, she was always there, teasing, always so tantalizingly close yet always managing to be just out of reach, just past his fingertips.
After some time, Haldir found an opening, she faltered, her foot unable to find purchase on the sloping path. He pounced, feeling the welcome weight of her body against his as he once again wrapped his arms around her waist. This time, though, he did not stop there, letting his momentum knock her lightly to the ground. She squealed, wriggling against his onslaught.
"Not this time, my little fiend." He growled as he straddled her outstretched form. Incredibly, her hands somehow found a handhold and he knew that if that was allowed she would somehow find a way to evade him yet again. She also knew this, a fact made known to him by the feral indignation that was written playfully on her face.
"Oh no you don't!" He grinned, catching her wrists easily in his hands and pinning them against the forest floor above her head. A look of disappointment fluttered across her face, and her lower lip stuck out in a surly pout.
"What are you going to do with me now?" She asked innocently, her chest heaving from their recent excursions.
"Now," He replied easily, "I am going to kiss you."
He bent towards her, his aching lips finally molding themselves against her soft, responsive ones. A surge of what can only be called hunger coursed through his whole body almost as if he had been hit by a lightning bolt. His body begged him to deepen the kiss, to know more of that sweet mouth. He traced the soft line of her lips, asking, begging access.
And she gave to him, letting him explore, probe, caress, she mirrored his actions until they were caught in a duel, a dance of sorts.
Finally, but only when his brain overpowered his hunger, demanding for a fresh supply of air, did he pull back, gasping desperately.
Élharma lay there, her chest heaving as she inhaled ragged breaths, her eyes had clouded over by the overwhelming emotions that were written into that single moment of heaven. Of course, Haldir barely gave her time to recover from his assault upon her senses as he quickly proceeded to kiss her, this time trailing kisses down her neck, tasting, nibbling at the sweet flesh of her collar bone and along the unforgiving edge of her dress. She felt him nudge that edge lower, exposing more of her skin to his merciless conquest.
Her hands buried deeply into his silken hair, it spilled gently over her shoulder as his mouth continued its expedition. Wait- when had he let her hands go? She felt the lacing at the front of her dress come loose. That would explain it.
He stopped. Why did he stop? He couldn't stop. She wriggled against the steel hold of his thighs as he held her to the ground. He raised his head, his blue eyes finding her clouded mirithril ones. She smiled faintly and caressed the sharp angle of his chin, relishing the soft smoothness of his skin beneath her fingers. Suddenly, something caught his attention, something in the woods. He dipped his head again, but only briefly, sipping again at her lips as he whispered, "Someone is coming."
She grinned through his kiss, "And you don't want to be caught in such a…compromising situation?"
A laugh rumbled quietly from deep within his chest, "No, I would rather not."
"We should go somewhere," She paused, giggling breathlessly, as he lifted her onto her feet, "Where we wont be interrupted so much."
"I was thinking the same thing," He replied.
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