Hey hey! "What's this?" I hear you say, "An update from Hana so soon??" Well folks, its true, I seem to have updated in record time!!! Yay!

Rating: Hmmm, personally I don't think this is R, because it only hints at things, so please don't sue me!! I'm leaving it up to your dirty minds to fill in the blanks!!! joking! But if you want to, feel free......

Anyway.....

Dedication: Firstly to Sunshine, because you're such a great best friend, and also to ME132 (Kayleigh) because you were so nice helping me out, and giving me ideas etc.!!! Thank you both so much!!!

I estimate there'll be about 5 more chapters after this, including a fluffy epilogue!!! Anyways, enjoy!

That was it - the moment was over. Arwen sighed and leant her head against her husband's chest.

She smiled despite herself. "I should have known that was coming, shouldn't I?"

Aragorn hid his surprise at her lack of argument. Instead he laughed and said, "Yes, you should have. But seeing as you didn't, truth or dare?"

After their love-making on the grass, Arwen couldn't think about revenge on her husband - what they had just done more than made up for any embarassment she might have beared a grudge over. All she wanted to do was kiss him and have him love her until she fell asleep, exhausted, into his arms.

She did not hesitate over her decision - the quicker they finished the game, the quicker they could go back to the palace and...

"Truth," she told him, lazily tracing circles across his bare chest with her slender fingers.

Aragorn looked at her briefly in amazement - less than an hour ago she would have died rather than admit defeat so easily, but now... He only hoped it wasn't a mood swing and she hadn't lied to him about not being pregnant.

Pushing such terrifying thoughts to the back of his mind, he lay down once again on the grass and Arwen followed his lead, resting her head on his chest as her fingers continued their teasing circles across his chest.

He took her hand in his own, not because he had a sudden urge to hold it, but because he knew she was changing tactics to try and divert his attention from the game. It was working.

"What's your most intimate fantasy?" He asked, toying with a lock of her ebony hair.

She moved to lean on one elbow, looking down on his handsome face.

"I have many," she grinned, "Most of which you... satisfy."

He returned her grin, eyes glinting. "Aren't there any you've never told me about?"

She blushed slightly. "There's one. I've always dreamt of it, it's very intimate."

She emphasised the last word, kissing him softly as she did so. Aragorn's eyes darkened and he stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

"Pray tell, dear wife." His voice was low.

She smiled slightly but the blush remained in her cheeks. "I- " She swallowed. He was going to ridicule her, she knew it. "I've always wanted someone to... to lick honey from between my shoulder blades."

She said the last part so quickly that Aragorn wondered if he'd misheard. His wife looked away, steeling herself for his laughter. But it didn't come. She risked a glance at him.

He looked more than a little surprised, but he was not laughing.

"That is your most intimate fantasy?"

She nodded slowly, unsure whether he was messing her about or was genuinely shocked.

He gently brought her head down and kissed her lovingly. "I love you Arwen," he said. "You're so adorable."

There it was. He'd cracked. His laughter erupted like a volcano, and she stood up and walked away from him, arms folded across her chest.

"You pig!" She cried over his loud laughter. "You absolute pig!"

He followed her when he had calmed down enough to move, and she had to work hard to suppress her laughter at the way he walked to ensure his trousers didn't fall down.

When his arms went about her waist and he kissed the tip of her ear, she softened as a tremour moved down her spine.

"I'm sorry for laughing," Aragorn said quietly, as she knew from his voice that he genuinely meant it.

"I'm sorry for calling you a pig," she replied, turning in his embrace and nuzzling her nose against his.

"Can I ask you something?"

He smiled. "Anything."

"Will you... um... take a dare and...er... perform my fantasy?" Her eyes met his. "Please?"

He grinned and kissed her hard on the mouth, wrapping his arms tighter around her as her hands flew to his hair. "Of course," he said breathlessly a minute later, "It would be my pleasure also!" Arwen beamed. "Now we need honey. I'll go and get some, whilst you stay here. Wait, no, I have a better idea. Meet me at the stables in ten minutes."

He was halfway to the gate when Arwen cleared her throat. He turned, eyebrows raised. "What?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" When no answer revealed itself to him, she sighed, though she was smiling. "Your trousers, or lack there of."

He relaised quickly then, and a crimson came to his cheeks. "Yes I suppose you're right. Okay, you get me some trousers and the honey and, er, come back here and we'll go to the stables together. How does that sound?"

She smiled at him. "That's sounds wonderful."

It was almost like he was more excited than she was.

Half an hour later they reached the peaceful serenity of the River Anduin. This far east of Osgiliath may tall trees had been planted, brought from Ithilien and Fangorn (with kind permission of the Ents), forming a small patch of forest about an acre square. It receeded towards the river bank, where elanor and niphredil blossoms grew, and grass, golden-green and soft, like a living carpet.

Aragorn jumped down from the horse, giving his wife a much un-needed hand, which she accepted anyway. He sat down in the grass and admired the view. The sun was high in the sky, and the clear water shimmered and sparkled - it was almost magical.

Arwen sat between her husband's legs, leaning back against him as his arms encircled her waist and he kissed her neck and jaw. "It's beautiful," she said, closing her eyes suddenly against the scenery as her husband's mouth once again found the sensitive tip of her elven ear.

"So are you," he murmured, taking her face gently in his hands and tipping it back to meet her lips with his in a fiery kiss. She moaned softly and turned around so she was straddling his waist. They fell back onto the grass, Arwen lying on top of her husband, lips still joined, hands trying to remove restricting clothing.

"Estel..." His name was lost on the breeze as he pulled her unfastened dress over her shoulders, raining kisses across the bared porcelain skin. "The honey..." She cut off as a moan escaped her lips.

"Forget it," Aragorn replied, pulling his shirt off over his head and kissing his wife with ever-growing passion.

"But..."

He groaned as she extracted herself from his embrace, pulling her dress back over her shoulders, hiding herself from his heated gaze. She smiled down at him and blew a kiss, before walking slowly over to the river where Brego had wandered.

Aragorn closed his eyes, trying and failing to calm the fire that coarsed through his body. She was torturing him, and she knew it. He took a deep breath as he heard soft footsteps approach. He opened his eyes, and was immediately burnt by the force of the flames as they redoubled their efforts to reduce him to ashes at his wife's feet.

Aragorn saw her wide smile at his obvious distress, before closing his eyes against the raging heat. He felt her weight on his legs as she straddled him, her hands on his sculpted chest, her breath on his lips an indication that her mouth was just millimetres from his, aching to be kissed. Which, inevitably, happened.

"If. you don't give. me. that honey. now," Aragorn breathed between kisses, "I'll be. forced. to do something. I. know. you really. want. me to do. but. you. won't get. your. fantasy."

He looked at her, eyebrows raised, and she nodded slowly. Standing, she offered him her hand and pulled him to his feet. They stood facing each other in silence, mutual grins on their faces. Eventually Arwen bent down and picked up the jar of honey, holding it out to her husband. He took it, keeping hold of her hand, which he used to pull her towards him, crushing her against his chest.

"Estel-" She was cut off as his mouth descended onto hers, the breath escaping her lungs. She was vaguely aware that he was unfastening her dress and that she seemed to be unfastening his trousers, and together they were moving ever closer to the edge of the river bank.

When they broke apart to remove their garments, Aragorn took his wife by the hand and lead her down to the river. Amongst the tall reeds in the shallow water there was a small grassy island, where river flowers grew and a blue damselfly was hovering.

Arwen grinned like she was a child again, excited by the new adventures she was finding. Her already heightened senses tingled with apprehension and the longing that only her husband could evoke within her. Kneeling on the soft grass, she pulled him down to her level, kissing him with the passion that filled her soul.

He gently teased their lips apart before turning her around gently, so her back was to him. He gathered her raven hair in his hands, feeling the silk against his fingers. Brushing it over her shoulder, he pressed quick kisses to her neck, hearing her breath catch in her throat as he did so.

He picked up the honey jar and contemplated how to spread it onto her bare back without it going everywhere. But the he threw caution to the wind and just poured it on - after all, they had come to the river because he knew the mess they'd end up in, so there was no need to be careful.

As she felt the thick liquid slide down between her shoulders, Arwen shivered. The next thing she knew, her most intimate fantasy became oh so real, and she cried out in exctasy, the first call of many that afternoon.

Aragorn's senses were almost overwhelmed. The sweetness of his wife normally drove him mad, but coupled with the honey; his whole body tingled as if he'd been struck by a bolt of lightning. His hands caressed her body, as his tongue made her fantasies come to life.

When she could bear it no longer, Arwen turned around and met her husband's lips with all the fire that had built up in her body. She tasted the honey as their tongues danced to a song ages old, and as she pushed him back onto the grass, her hair swung over her shoulder. The remining honey would be a nightmare to wash out, but she really couldn't care less.

"Estel, I hate you!" Arwen screamed as she was thrown unceremoniously into the river. "It's freezing!" She swore in Elvish, and some of the things she said would have surprised the foulest mouthed drunkard in Minas Tirith.

Aragorn laughed and dived in, breaking the surface right infront of his wife and scaring her half to death. He grinned at her shocked expression and kissed her blue-tinged lips with his own. "Yes, it is rather cold, isn't it?"

She flicked water at him, screaming in pure delight at the fight she knew was about to ensue. Indeed, the look of mischief on her husband's face and the low growl that issued from his lips assured her beliefs, and she turned and swam away from him as fast as she could.

But she should have known never to race a ranger, even one bearing the title 'Former'. He caught her in a matter of seconds, strong hands grabbing her around the waist and pulling her naked body against his own.

"Never challenge me," he said, smoothing back a stray strand of hair from her face and looking deep into her sparkling eyes. "I always win." She swatted at him, but he reached out and easily took her hand before it reached his shoulder. Kissing it gently, he smiled. "See?"

"You're unbelieveable, Estel," she laughed, pulling his hand underwater and placing it round her waist.

"But?" He asked, eyes glinting.

"But what?"

"Oh come on, meleth, there's always a 'but'."

"Is there?"

He nodded. "It's the rules of flirting. Every negative comment has a 'but'."

She smiled, enjoying this so-called 'flirting'. "Give me an example then."

"Ok. One may say to one's wife-"

"What's all this speak of 'one'? We are you and me, are we not?"

He laughed. "Fine, I may say to you, 'Arwen, you are pathetic, but I love you.'"

The smile slipped from her face, to be replaced with a look of indignance. "I am not pathetic!"

"It was only an example-"

"An untrue one!"

"But-"

"Oh Valar no, not more 'buts'! Can we please talk about something else, I'm getting a headache!"

Aragorn laughed and kissed her, discovering her stubbornness did not stretch to kissing, and she was fully accepting to loving gestures of the non-verbal kind (which did not include 'buts').

"Mela?"

"Hmm?"

"When I told you about my most intimate fantasy, I neglected to mention a few other things."

"Such as?" Aragorn was interested now, and he stopped kissing his wife's neck and looked at her.

"Well..." Crimson rose in her cheeks, despite the blue placed there by the cold water. "It's not just from between my shoulder blades that I like honey to be licked."

"Is it not?"

She shook her head, looking at him through long eyelashes. "There are other places..." She stood on tiptoe to whisper heatedly in his ear.

When she moved back, he looked at her with such a dark gaze that she felt herself blush again. "I think I may be able to... cater for those areas," he whispered, his voice low with lust.

She smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that."

As the king and queen rode back to the White Tower much later that afternoon, Arwen looked up at her husband and kissed him softly. "I never told you my 'but'."

He smiled, knowing full well what she was referring to. "Go on then."

"I love you."

He kissed her again, memories of their 'adventures' by the river flooding his mind. "I love you too."

She laughed gently, music to her husband's ears. "What, no 'buts'?"

He shook his head. "Nope, because it was a positive comment. You really need to get to terms with flirting, melethrai. It's really quite interesting!"

"I'm sure it is," she muttered to herself, smiling.

She looked to her home and Aragorn urged Brego into a gallop. With the wind in their hair, and the sun shining down, neither of them had ever felt so alive, or so loved. It was a feeling they'd never forget.

They'd taken everything with which they'd come to the river, and no one would ever know they'd been. Except one thing gave them away.

The blue damselfly landed on something hard and cool, soon to fly off when it realised there was nothing left for it to feed on. It was an empty honey jar.

Hehe wow, wasn't that long!!! I've surprised myself!!! (pleasantly of course!) Anyways, on with the thanks...

Cerridwen: RooRoo and RaaRaa have interfered again! I was thinking of banishing them, but the look on their little faces made me rethink the whole thing.... and I decided to let them stay after all!!! yay! Big huggulz

ME132: Aw, now youre my friend too cause you were so great in helping me out! yay! Thank you so much, I hope I did this justice too!!! hugs

Valia-Elf: glad it met your needs!! Fluffiness is always a good thing I've found!!! Quite pleasant really!

Window Girl: more is here! cheers!

viviana: Well, you'll have to wait for the epilogue....!!! Thank you!

boobtubesngrass: Hehe glad you liked it!!! Well, again, wait for the epilogue.... I have a plan!!!

linda hoyland: why thank you!

Dark Borg Drone: just when I learn that Elvish you come out with more! please translate! But I guess it was a good thing, so thanx!!

Luv24Alias: I glad you luved it!!!! :)

Queen Arwen: Well, this is even sooner! And again, it took primary place above yet another English essay!!!

Strider's Girl: I don't think Arwen will be feeling quite so "poor" after this!! she may actually thank her husband for something this time!!!