My Brother, My World
Midnight-dark hair flows like silk through my fingers. His skin burns against mine, and his kiss, tender in the aftermath of passion, is sweet. I feel his soft breath, quieting now, warm against my neck as his arms encircle me.
"Love you," he murmurs.
I turn to look into his storm-grey eyes, eyes that I have seen darken with desire, as slowly he falls into sleep, head resting on my shoulder.
I too am exhausted by our loving, but here, now, I want nothing but to lie in his gentle embrace.
I love you, my brother. You are my world.
Author's Note: Although this is Elladan and Elrohir, it is NOT connected to any of my other stories about the twins. There is no twincest in their relationship elsewhere.