jadedsakuya: oops! I missed your review from last chapter. sorry. but here's some more good stuff for ya! I thought it was brilliant too! hehehe thanks a bunch!

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LeaMarie F. Rocket: nope, no more interruptions! yeah! he's coming up. he'll be important later. I think I'll work him into the sequel too. ooh, fire in the chem. lab…not good. softball, well…my coach has put me all over the place. I've played 1st and 2nd, center field, and I pitched two games. (yuck!) cool that we have stuff in common, though! Thanks!

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WARNING- THIS IS IT, THE CHAPTER YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR. THERE IS SEX IN THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU DON'T LIKE, SKIP IT!

Chapter 18

"Oh yes, I remember."

He claimed her mouth again, this time not so gently, but still softly enough to not hurt her. After a moment, he broke from her to breathe, and he flashed another smile. "Are you all right?" he asked teasingly, taking in her dazed look.

"I thought you wanted me to be quiet," she replied, feeling slightly dizzy.

"You'll be screaming soon enough," he murmured as he moved back in. He only spent a few more moments on her lips, before he moved down to her collarbone, and mischievously ran his tongue over her heated skin. She sighed happily while he worshipped her body with his lips, and she laced her fingers through his long silky hair. He nuzzled her left breast gently with his nose, eliciting a giggle. Taking it as a sign to continue, he carefully supported himself on one arm, and freed the other from his weight to caress her. At first, she could barely feel his fingertips through the thin material of her chemise. But he quickly grew bolder in his moves, and before she knew it, he had taken her into his mouth and was sucking softly through her dress. The sudden heat of his mouth startled her and she immediately arched her back to be nearer to him. A quiet moan was torn from her lips as he worked his magic.

Placing his weight directly on her, though not enough to squish her, he put his other hand on the small of her back in order to direct her to him. It put slight pressure on his ribs, but he brushed it aside.

"Legolas," she whispered as she closed her eyes, her voice barely audible.

He took a moment to gaze at her, then went back to placing feather light strokes on her body.

"Are you almost finished with that?" she asked, attempting to keep her words even.

"Why?"

"Because you're driving me insane!"

"Good," he responded. "That is the way it should be. But I must agree. I tire of this…this flimsy piece of cloth."

As he spoke, he traced his fingers down from her chest, across her tummy, and along her thighs, reaching for the hem of the chemise she wore. Finally gripping it in his fingers, he tugged it up to her waist, then, as if thinking twice, pulled it off over her head. His eyes lit up happily as he drank in her appearance.

"At last," he mumbled. "It's been well worth the wait, Lena. You're just as beautiful as I remember."

A faint blush spread rapidly through her body at his words, and without a doubt he noticed it. He took his time, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead, then moving back down to the newly bared skin. He covered her with butterfly kisses, only pausing every now and then to bite down softly, as if claiming her as his own. His golden locks drifted over her stomach as he moved and it caused her to start another round of giggles. Legolas carefully avoided the sensitive areas between her legs and on her upper thighs, but rather adoringly left a trail of kisses down her shins to her feet. Sitting at the end of the bed, he tenderly massaged the soles of her feet and placed a kiss on each toe. Pressing her ankle against his cheek, he whispered, "I've missed you so much."

She met his gaze and smiled, seeing the obvious joy he held at their long-awaited reunion. "I know, and I am so sorry…"

"Don't apologize," he said as he rested her foot in his lap. "You needed time. I understand completely. I'm just glad you didn't decide to leave me entirely."

Elenayave nodded thoughtfully, and then realized the perfect opening he'd given her. She wiggled her foot into position and pushed against the slight bulge growing behind his towel. "Are you happy to see me, Legolas?"

He moved against her slowly and closed his eyes just for a moment. "Ecstatic."

She toyed with the towel, pulling the end that was tucked in near his hip free from its place. She slid her foot downwards over his stomach towards his groin and pushed down on the terry cloth of the towel. Teasingly, Lena dipped her toes beneath the towel and nestled her foot closer to its destination. But Legolas stopped her trekking foot with his hand before she reached where she was going.

"I don't think so," he stated, shaking his head. "We're going to do this the right way. I don't want to be spent by your…foot."

"You don't?" she asked innocently, tilting her head to one side.

"No."

"Then you'd best do something fast, Legolas. I'm getting impatient."

Legolas leaned over her and placed his hands on her hips. "Is it safe to assume we can skip the pretenses of foreplay?"

Elenayave nodded eagerly which earned an amused chuckle from her husband. Legolas inched closer and removed the burdensome towel from his waist. He dropped it off the side of the bed and waited, as if expecting someone to interrupt them yet again. When no knock or disturbance came, he breathed a sigh of relief. Moving to lay lightly on top of her, he slid his hand from her waist to her thigh, and finally to the one place he truly wanted to be. A soft gasp poured from Lena's lips as soon as he came in contact with her, and a shiver ran down his spine. It had been so long since he had heard such a sound from her and it was refreshing to hear it again.

The moist heat had pooled between her legs, easily allowing his slender finger access. He dragged his finger over the nub hidden beneath the folds of flesh, and listened to her loud moan reverberate in his mind. If only he cold make her do it again…

Before long, he had slipped in another finger, and eventually moved down to make love to her with his lips. Lena writhed pleasurably below him and he immensely enjoyed the feel of her soft skin rubbing against his. He knew well what he was about, and after being married close to a century, he knew what she liked best. Legolas steadily moved her towards release, delighting in every sound that came forth from her tongue.

There was no way to describe how she felt. It was as if she was flying, and then suddenly plummeting straight for the earth. The energy coiled tightly in her abdomen as she fought to keep up with his pace. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, and she could hear nothing but the blood flowing through her veins and Legolas's soft breathing. She felt deliriously close to exploding as lights flashed behind her eyelids. Distantly, she heard Legolas say, "Now, mela," and her world suddenly erupted.

It took a few minutes for her vision to clear and focus, and she found herself looking up into the face of a very smug-looking Legolas. "Well?" she managed to force out. "What are you waiting for?"

"Your recovery, of course, sweetling."

"I'm recovered, believe me," she replied.

"And certainly ready for me," he added. "Just relax." He nestled against her softly and she felt the heat radiating off his body.

She gripped his shoulders as he began to ease gradually into her, filling her completely, until he was totally sheathed in her warmth. She whimpered quietly in discomfort at the sudden invasion. Immediately, Legolas froze.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

But even as he spoke, the look on her face changed from pain to enjoyment, and she moved beneath him, adjusting to his size.

"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Please, just don't stop."

Legolas smiled and rested his forehead on hers and began to rock slowly in and out, in a gentle rhythm. He saw her eyes close, but this time not in pain. The look on her face was absolutely priceless. Her lips were pursed, as if trying not to let any sound out, and her brows were deeply furrowed. So amused was he in her attempt to keep quiet, that he rolled his hips and changed his angle, giving him a stronger, better stroke. As soon as he thrust into her, her eyes popped open, and she gasped, digging her nails into his back. He kept his pace slow and steady, wanting to build her up to a fantastic release.

The pleasure swirled gloriously through her body and every inch of her felt as if it were on fire. His hands were constantly in motion, touching, caressing, rubbing. His lips met hers passionately as he thrust deeper, and his tongue fell into much the same tempo. He pulled her leg up onto his hip and slipped his hand between their joined bodies. Ever so tenderly, he started massaging the small crux, and she began to arch toward him, moaning his name. Soon enough, she wrapped her legs around his waist to allow him a better angle and a deeper thrust. Her body moved in time with his, not wanting to miss a beat of his gentle lovemaking.

"Sing for me, Lena," he urged, quickening his pace, not knowing how much more of the sweet torture he could take. His ribs were aching from the constant movement, and the pressure from his measure was felt deeply all the way to the base of his spine. She was tight around him, as she had been their wedding night, though a century of married bliss had accustomed her to his girth.

Elenayave opened her eyes and met his adoring stare. His usually crystal blue eyes were a deep indigo. He was close to the edge, she could feel it. He locked his eyes on hers and cradled her head in his hand, moving his other hand to the small of her back. Legolas pulled back, teased her momentarily, then came grinding back in, rotating his hips yet again. Small shudders started running through her body, signaling the beginning of her release. Again, he slid back, almost all the way. Then, he forcefully pushed her hips up and thrust into her powerfully, meeting her hips in his stroke. She cried out, tightening her grip on him, and shook violently beneath him. As her muscles clamped down on his long shaft, and he eased himself into one last thrust, bringing himself to completion. He spilled his scorching seed deep in her body, hoping and praying she'd been pleased.

He stilled and his body went lax against her, his energy spent. He felt her fingers run gently through his hair after a moment of comfortable silence.

"I love you, Legolas," she whispered. "More than anything in this world. I hope you know that."

Relieved, he grinned against her neck. "I love you too, Lena. And I'm so glad you're back with me."

Whew! There it is guys! Are you happy now?