Arwen's POV
In her rooms she pulled the sheets back on her bed. I slipped in and was beginning to fall asleep when I observed her setting out a bed for herself on her couch. Balking at her actions, I gently grasped her wrist and pulled her towards me. She came willingly to the bedside, slipping softly under the thick blankets. I shifted closer to her and she stiffened. Whispering elvish sayings softly into her ear I pulled her towards me, my fingers gently caressed her wrist, bringing it to my mouth. I kissed her hand softly, and in the common tongue said "Thank you"
Eoywn's POV
I stayed still and unmoving as she pressed against me, my wrist still in her grasp. Was she doing what I thought? As her gentle mouth trailed kisses over my hand all doubt as to her intentions was erased from my mind. Why was she doing this? I saw her eyes filled with unabashed lust. I was surprised to find myself reciprocating her feelings. I don't like girls I don't like girls! Damn, I could drown in her eyes, and enjoy it as I sank down. Forget everything, everything except the moment.
"Thank me for what?"
"For caring."
With that statement Arwen turned over and curled against me, fell asleep.
I lay quiet long after her breathing had assured me she was truly slumbering. What were these feelings for her? I had scarcely known her for a day and yet she captivated me. Aragorn, yes I still loved him, but he was with Legolas and Arwen was alone, here, with me. I have loved before, even felt lust, but Arwen entranced me. Why should I expect her to reciprocate these feelings? Her eyes? But the kiss, meant nothing. She kissed my hand and thanked me for my friendship; perhaps it was a custom among her people. I was agony to be unsure, to be so close and know you can not move towards them for fear of losing their fragile regard for you. I finally relaxed, sinking into her soft skin as I too fell victim to fatigue.
I awoke to find the elfin princess gazing into my eyes. My hand rose to her face, cupping her chin and bringing her lips to mine. Our tongues entwined and we wrapped our arms around each other, her nails raking down my back. I moaned into her mouth pulling her closer. We parted regretfully and quickly began tearing at our nightdresses. Suddenly she stopped my frantic untying of strings and took over for me. Slowly, she tantalized me by gently unlacing my nightgown, pausing and eyes sparkling she smirked at me as she reached the laces that crossed my breast. She quickly unlaced them and slowly kneaded one nipple, then taking in her mouth. I gasped as her warm mouth enclosed on me, suckling gently. I felt a rush of moisture between my legs and wanted only to toss her on her back and possess her harshly. Gods she was beautiful. Her dark hair fell to frame her face as she ran her tongue over my stomach. I wanted her harder, faster. I couldn't stand it and I placed her other hand between my thighs. Her touch was so soft; her pale long fingers soon had me in ecstasies. I leaned in for another long kiss, whispering her name over and over as I bucked my hips under her light touch. She perceived my mood and moved faster inside me. I crashed over the edge screaming her name. And I awoke.
Embarrassed by my dream I awoke to her looking at me.
"Were you having a nightmare?"
"What?" still groggy at returning to awareness and disappointed that it had only been a fantasy I looked at her.
"Your dream must have been horrible for you to be writhing so." Her words seemed somehow mocking and I felt a blush rise to my face. She leaned close to me and whispered, "I heard you screaming my name," Blushing further I lowered my head. "and I didn't mind it" she finished. I looked at her in embarrassment and then, in hope.