Chapter Eight

At 2:27 AM, Rhiannon and Melissa both pulled up toA Melissa's house. Legolas, Melissa, and Rhiannon walked up to the door, and walked into a pitch-black house. Legolas heard footsteps coming from father back in the house, and turned to Melissa.

"Melissa, you are married?"

"Yes, why do you ask?" Matt McLaughlin stepped into the room.

"Baby, what's going on?" He came over and hugged Rhiannon. "How are you?"
Rhiannon always had a bit of trouble looking Matt in the eyes. One of the first times they had encountered each other involved him pulling her murderous boyfriend off of her.

"Not so good, actually." Matt looked quizzically at his wife.

"Honey, Adam came and trashed Rhiannon's house… you remember Adam?" Matt rolled his eyes as if to say, 'I only testified at the trial that sent him to jail.' Melissa continued. " I told her she could stay here. Is that alright?"
Rhiannon watched their loving relationship with a bit of envy. She'd never experienced that type of security before.

"Of course, it's fine." He turned to Rhiannon and said, "Are you okay?"

"I think I will be, yes. Thanks for asking and everything else…"

"Of course. Now, " he said, rubbing his hands and looking from Legolas to Rhiannon, "are you two gonna share the free room, or should I pull out the couch?" Rhiannon looked at Legolas.

"Again, Silmeamin, this is not my decision to make." Rhiannon looked to Matt.

"We'll share, I guess." Melissa raised an eyebrow.

Rhiannon was laying on one side of a king mattress, with a sleeping Avariel on her stomach, and was watching her rise and fall with her breathing. She had showered to clear her mind. Legolas was showering to wash off Adam's blood.
Melissa had insisted on Rhiannon borrowing her new 'Twistie Turban', insisting that it did wonders for drying hair. She had smiled at Melissa's obvious attempt to give her something else to think about, but now Rhiannon laid there, hair up in the terrycloth turban, cat on her stomach and a faraway look on her face.

"Silmeamin, think no more on tonight's events." She looked up, and there was Legolas clad only in a towel, and looking at her worriedly. She gulped, and spoke.

"Oh, I wasn't.. I was trying to, um, distract myself." He walked to his side of the bed, looked thoughtful, and said,

"I was thinking that tonight would be a good night to attempt sleeping in the nude." Rhiannon shot up, Avariel rolled on her back into her lap, and she looked at him, terrified. Every muscle in her body was tense.

"Wh-what?" Legolas laughed.

"You said that you needed distraction." Rhiannon blushed furiously as Legolas picked out sleepwear and retreated into the bathroom.

'Teasing mother…'

He came back out, topless as usual, and climbed into bed. Rhiannon was still slightly ashen-faced. He looked at her.

"Are you going to make use of the bed sheets?" He asked. She looked at him, still a bit shaken.

"What?" Legolas indicated Rhiannon's position on top of the covers. "Oh, that. Um, I guess I should.." She held Avariel out to him and stood up. She let her hair cascade over her shoulders and slowly slid under the crisp covers. The cat left the room, huffy at being woken up.

"You know, when I first got her, she slept on my stomach for weeks. Then I let her in the backyard just once and she stopped sleeping there for some reason. But she always sleeps on my stomach when one of us isn't feeling well. It's… comforting." She turned to Legolas. "Thank you so much. I mean, I know Melissa's already thanked you," she rolled her eyes and Legolas smiled at her, "but I want to thank you because you've helped me so much. I've been so afraid of him, and now I feel… safe. Thank you." Legolas shifted, and she felt flannel brush against her leg.

"I know that you would do the same thing if our positions were switched, Silmeamin. I would do anything to protect you." Rhiannon looked away, and Legolas touched a hand to her face and turned her back towards him. "You do not deserve such treatment." A tear rolled down her cheek, and she sniffed.

"I know," she said. Legolas pulled her into his arms, and she sniffed again, and breathed in deeply, intoxicated by his scent. She tilted her head up and looked into his piercing eyes. He was smiling at her, and he bent down and touched his lips to hers lightly, a tiny spark. He brushed her lips, covering her body with his, and grazed the line of her face leading to her neck. He kissed her, once, twice, and went back to her mouth, this time with a deeper kiss. She opened her mouth against his, and felt herself tingle as he swept her away with one kiss. She tugged at her oversized shirt, wishing desperately to be disrobed. But she felt Legolas' hands entwine hers as the kiss ended.

"Quendelie are not so rushed about the act of love, Silmeamin," He whispered into her ear. "Be not so hurried. There are many hours left until we are expected."

She shivered as she felt his mouth on her neck again, grazing and kissing. Her arms went around his neck, and hands tangled in his hair as she arched up against him. He took hold of her hips and ran his hands up her sides and back down, stopping at the hem of her shirt. It went up inch by inch, and with every part of skin liberated, Rhiannon shivered until finally, her breasts were uncovered and she shut her eyes against his face, not wanting to see him as he looked at her, but he spoke to her through the fog that was quickly filling her mind.

"Open your eyes, Rhiannon." She complied, and looked at him nervously. Legolas' eyes locked onto hers and he spoke softly.

"Vanimle sila tiri, Silmeamin." She could hear in his voice that that was a good thing. More shivers came as he left a trail of kisses to the spot directly between her breasts, and she moaned softly when she felt his mouth close over one of her nipples. She felt his hand on the other, and she arched against him again. He blew on her wet nipple, and she felt it go painfully hard while he switched, kissing his way back to the starting point and kissing another trail back up to kiss her again. Her arms were around his shoulders, fingers at the nape of his neck encouraging him on. He took hold of her waist and held her down as he began to move against her. She gasped and tried to move, but she was restricted. He went harder, and she began to croon lightly, breathing heavily.
She touched her lips to his mouth and kissed his cheek bones, planting sweet kisses on his neck and caressing the tiny spot where his neck and ear met. She felt him go faster when she touched her mouth to it, and she kissed it again, flicking her tongue over the sensitive spot and feeling him go faster, building up her own release. He slowed, and she airily kissed his eyelids as she came, her entire body relaxing. His hands on her waist slid down the pajamas, and her eyes shut again. Legolas kissed back down to her chest, and a low moan escaped her lips, her hands clenching the sheets. Legolas looked up at her, moving lower to massage her stomach with his tongue before moving lower. She gasped and arched her back when she felt him touch her. Both hands tangled themselves in his hair and held him down while he kissed, brushed, and rubbed that secret, most precious part of her. She was building again, and tiny gasps and moans escaped as he continued his ministrations. He stopped again, and moved up between her, sans flannels. Feeling him so intimately against her, Rhiannon opened her eyes to see his, darkened with craving.

"Are you ready, Silmeamin?" She shivered at the sound of his voice, cutting through her haze. "Do you want this?" She nodded her head. She felt him slowly penetrate her. She looked at him with half lidded eyes, and nodded her head a second time. He tried to slowly push past, but he heard her hiss in pain and he looked down at her face, contorted in pain. It had been years. He grabbed her hips and plunged in with one stroke. Rhiannon arched her back and sank back down, hissing in pain a second, longer time. Tears filled her eyes as the sharp pain shot through her, and she shut them tight. Legolas looked down to see her face screwed tightly, and he whispered to her.

"Silmeamin, do not cry. I will not move, the pain will stop shortly." She realized she was holding her breath and exhaled slowly through her nose. She felt his lips touch her brow, and she sighed at the sweetness of the gesture despite herself.
She breathed in deeply ten times, and tried to move to see if it still hurt. She was hardly surprised to find the opposite. Legolas pulled out of her, and pushed back in, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. He did it again, and she began to arch up into him as he came crashing back into her. Then he slowed, and lowered himself down, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and they slowly began to rock together, lips brushing. He took her hands from around him and their fingers enmeshed. He held her hands down to the mattress, and they made and kept direct eye contact as he went to a fevered pitch, thrusting in and out more and more quickly. He thrust one more time, and she raised her body into him. One hand went around to the small of her back and their heads touched lightly as he came inside of her, and she drifted from her peak back down to the bed, his head resting on her torso near her shoulder blades. She ran her fingers through his hair absently as she fell asleep.