Hey guys, so first off I'm so sorry for taking so long in updating a bit of writers block hit and I am currently working on dislodging it. So anyway here is a super short, steamy and fluffy chapter to keep you guys going for now. As usual any comments, suggestions, requests etc. are always welcome, I love hearing from you guys. :)
"Oh Peyson my friend I am so pleased to see you," Eowyn cries as she engulfs me and I hear both men chuckle at her enthusiasm.
"And I you my friend how have you been, I am sorry it has taken me so long to see you," I reply when she finally lets me go and we are able to sit down.
"You look so much better Peyson I hope this means I shall soon have your help again with the army?" Faramir smiles and I beam at him in response,
"Why of course I have missed it a lot, I look forward to being the one in control again," I smile and they all laugh a bit at this.
"Well that is good to hear," Faramir laughs and before long we are sitting and talking and eating as though nothing had ever happened and I begin to think that finally life can begin to rebuild itself.
"Are you sure about returning to the guard?" Aragorn asks later as we return to our room to prepare for bed.
"I think I need to, for my own sanity more than anything," I say quietly let out a soft gasp as he appears behind me, his arms wrapping around me as he nuzzles against my neck.
"I love you," I whisper turning slowly in his arms to face him, my hand finding is cheek and stroking across his features.
"I love you little one," he murmurs back before capturing my lips in a searing kiss, I respond instantly moaning into his mouth as he picks me up and backs me into the wall, his hands fumbling under my skirts, searching for their mark as my breathing becomes more ragged.
"My King the council has requested your presence," a voice calls through the door as it is accompanied by a loud knocking and we both groan as Aragorn buries his face in my neck.
"I will be there in a moment," he calls before gently putting me back on my feet.
"Duty calls," I smile half heartedly and he grins a little as he leans down to kiss me once more,
"I shall call for Annabeth to prepare you a bath and then you must rest a while, I'll be back as soon as I can," he says gently and I smile and offer him a nod as I watch him fix his clothing and leave the room.
The next months drift by in a happy daze. I finally feel safe and at home, I have returned to working with the guard, although there is little to do since peace seems to have settled. Patrols are still frequent but the reports of orc uprisings and attacks are becoming less and less frequent, it is like peace has finally found us and I can breath for the first time. Aragorn is still kept busy with royal duties and I do feel sometimes as if I barely see him anymore but I suppose that is to be expected in some ways.
"Little one," the voice breaks through my daydreaming and I turn away from the window in which I am sitting in our rooms to face him. Instantly alert when I see the worried frown that is marring his features.
"What is it? What is wrong?" I ask moving to stand in front of him, my hands automatically reaching for his face, my fingers trying to ease the lines of tension in his forehead, smooth them away.
"There are reports of an uprising close to Imaldris," he murmurs and my fingers still in their movements.
"I should get ready to ride out," I say quietly but am stopped from making any movement as his hands grip my arms firmly.
"No Peyson, you are to stay," he says and I shake my head automatically,
"Aragorn…" I begin but he interrupts me before I can say any more, his face set into a determined frown now.
"I need you here Peyson, I must ride out in the morning with Faramir and I need to trust you to be here," he says and I stare at him for a while before anger begins to build in me for the first time in a really long time.
"You do not need to ride out, it is my job to ride out, that is why I am captain, you must stop this worrying," I say hearing the edge in my own voice as I do so and almost backing away as I hear his answering growl.
"You seem surprised that I would worry," he says lowly and if I had been in any state of normalcy I would have heard the warning in his voice but I didn't I just ploughed straight on.
"You seem to forget that I am a warrior, that I have fought and survived in a great number of battles, some before I even knew you," I shout now and he virtually snarls this time, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides as he looms over me.
"And you seem to forget that I love you, that I have seen you so close to death that I have feared I would not get you back," he yells, breathing heavily as he finishes speaking and I am frightened for the first time of him. I do back away this time as shame fills me and tears well in my eyes,
"I'm sorry," I stutter after several moments of silence and he is inches from me in seconds my face held firmly in his strong, calloused hands.
"Forgive me, my love, it is I who should be sorry," he sighs, resting his forehead against mine and letting our breath mingle. An action that is undeniably intimate, so much so that it causes a slight shudder to roll through me.
"You were right," I whisper after another moment of silence passes between us, "I will stay, I will protect the city until you return, but you had better do it quickly," I say with a tiny smile and he returns it before leaning down to close the gap between us and kiss me, taking my breath from me as he does so. It never ceases to amaze me how even though I kiss him everyday, as much as I can really, his touch, his lips, he still takes my breath away.
Electricity sparks across my skin as he begins to fumble with my robe before pulling it from me, his fingers finding bare skin and setting fiery trails in their wake everywhere that he touches me, leaving me gasping and pleading with him as he smirks down at me, leading me towards the bed.
"You are wearing entirely too many clothes," I manage, in what I hope is a seductive voice. I am just glad that he is already married to me and cannot escape me now because seduction is not a skill I am blessed in.
"Patience little one, we have all night," he murmurs, his lips and tongue and teeth now following the paths his fingers had taken resulting in me panting and writhing around on the bed begging for him to touch me the one place I needed it most, the one place he seemed adamant to avoid.
"Stop teasing," I gasp out eventually and he chuckles almost darkly but I can see his own restraint wavering, see the desperation for me in his eyes and it makes me grin as I reach down to grasp him and relish the groan he releases as his head drops to my shoulder.
"Okay, enough teasing," he growls and I cry out as he thrusts into me. Our love making lasts for hours that night and I am thoroughly exhausted and sated by the time we settle down to sleep, a smile on each of our faces.
The sunlight is warm as it caresses my skin the next morning and I moan a little as it is joined by the caresses of fingers I knew only too well.
"Wake up my little one, I must leave soon and I will not do it without first saying goodbye," he whispers, his voice washing over me as I snuggle further into the covers.
"In that case I won't wake up and say goodbye, so you can't leave," I say with a smile and I hear his chuckle before I gasp as he pulls me up and into his arms.
"I love you," he mutters into he skin of my neck as he nestles his head there for a moment and I suddenly grip him to me tightly.
"Please don't speak like that, it makes it sound as if you will not return," I say and he moves his head so that he can look me in the eye.
"I will always find my way back to you, of that you can be certain," he says earnestly and I smile, swallowing the tears that want to well at the thought of him being gone.
"I should get dressed," I say instead and he nods, helping me to stand and dress before leaving the room hand in hand.
It is less than an hour later that I find myself standing at the top of the city watching the company of men, led by Aragorn and Faramir, ride out into the distance. I sigh a little as they disappear over the horizon some time later, fear already making my stomach roil around. I had never been very good at waiting, at being the one left behind and the thought of not knowing what was going on, well that is something I was not looking forward to in the least.
"Come my friend, let us go and eat something," Eowyn says from beside me and I turn to offer her a sad smile, she at least understood what I was going through, after all, her husband was out there too.
"Yes, I suppose we should," I sigh taking the arm she offers me as we turn to head inside.