Perplexities of Growing Up

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the places or characters used here except for Náriël-I did invent her and if she resembles anyone else's character in anyway, I'm sorry- not done on purpose. Everything else belongs to Tolkien.

A/N:
Ok, I really don't have an excuse…I guess I'm just kinda getting a bit tired of this story, but don't worry, I'll still finish and I'll try to give you all a great ending! I just need to move the story along a bit. Also, I know this is kinda a short chapter, but I thought that it should stand on its own, I didn't want to ruin the effect by adding other stuff… so here ya go, ch. 19!

Ch.19: Desire

----Náriël was left alone in the dark kitchen. She still stood where Legolas had left her. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was only now slowing down; her heart still beat wildly in her chest. She stared after Legolas for a long while before her mind began to work. Somewhere along the lines, her plan had gone askew; instead of her teasing Legolas, somehow, he had managed to charm her…----

Something stirred inside her. She couldn't explain it, but for some reason, she was willing drop all walls and all guards – she wanted him; she could no longer deny her urge to feel him, to touch him, to taste him….oh yes, Náriël felt the desire burn in her like fire. Her hunger now forgotten, she moved toward the stairs as if in a trance. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her cheeks were flushed and warm. A shiver ran down her spine as she quickened her step.

She was no longer afraid.

She walked with such determination and grace that it was as if she were floating down the corridor towards Legolas's room. As Náriël approached she noticed his door slightly ajar. Stepping into the doorway she pushed it open all the way and paused. There stood Legolas, completely bathed in the ethereal glow of the full moon. His chest was bare, his hair free of its braids, and he wore solely his black leggings. But she was determined. She walked further into the room before closing the door gently behind her.

Without saying another word, she glided over to him. He could see her firm breasts rise and fall with her ragged breathing. As a gentle breeze spun through the windows and curled around her nightgown, he was well aware of the fact that it was not nearly as modest as it first appeared. She stood before him and gazed into his endless orbs. Silently and as if in slow motion, he closed the distance between them. His own breath was now quite uneven and he could feel a tightening in his loins as he gazed at the beautiful maiden before him.

He brought his hand up to her cheek and sensually ran a finger down the side of her face before gently grabbing her chin. Náriël could hardly breathe now. She laid her hands flat on his toned stomach before leisurely moving them up until her arms were around his neck. In a flash, he had taken her lips. The kiss started out slow and innocent. He kissed her and nipped at her lips before moving down her jaw line and to that oh-so-sensitive spot behind the ear. Then lower still, to her neck. She entwined her fingers through his silk-like hair and let out a soft whimper. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. She was now well aware of the effect she had on him, and something about that made her even bolder. It elated her to know that she could do something like that to a warrior such as Legolas.

Her hands roved over his skin as he brought his lips back to hers. He was more demanding now. He wanted her, and she knew it. His tongue slid across her bottom lip and she slowly parted them for him. Shyly, Náriël brought her own tongue out to battle with his for dominance. He was becoming more aggressive now, and she liked it. She arched into him, causing a deep growl to emit from his throat.

Legolas whirled her around so that her back was now to the large bed. He kissed her even deeper as they stumbled towards the bed. Lifting her up, Náriël became conscious of how strong Legolas really was. It was nothing for him to lay her on the bed. Feeling his muscles ripple and the sheer raw strength which they held only made her body burn for him even more. He moved toward her on the bed like a panther. The look in his eyes was predatory and made her heart pound faster than it ever had. He excited her.

His deft fingers moved up her nightgown as his body hovered over hers. He teased her with butterfly kisses as he allowed more of his weight to rest atop her. Bringing his head down, he kissed her once more; a deep and passionate kiss. How she had dreamed to be kissed like this. Yes, this is what she had wanted, what she had been waiting for. She let another moan escape as she breathed out his name.

"Legolasss……ahh."

She arched into him and he couldn't hold back his reflex to push back. She now felt his true need for her. He moved the neckline of her nightgown down to expose one breast before cupping it. He massaged it as his other hand rubbed against her hip – so close to that intimate spot that she yearned for him to touch.

"Oh, Legolas…please…"

She wanted more; she had to have more.

He brought his head down and flicked his tongue over her nipple, eliciting a breathy moan. Then, taking it into his mouth, he sucked gently. She ran her hands through his hair as the blood pounded in her ears. Before long, he moved over to the other breast. She ran her nails up his back as she hooked a leg around his thigh, bringing him that much closer.

Two thin pieces of fabric.

That was all that separated them as they slowly began to grind against each other. His mouth moved back up and trailed searing hot kisses up her collarbone and back to her mouth. Náriël trailed her fingers to his hips. As her left arm wrapped around his right and back up to his shoulder, she allowed her right hand to drift over to the front. She carefully stroked him, unsure of whether she was doing the right thing or not, before moving both her hands to his waist band.

Legolas let out a sharp hiss of pleasure as he grabbed her wrists. With an apologetic look in his eyes, he moved her arms to rest at her sides before laying a gentle kiss upon her lips.

"Náriël," he breathed, "we can't….it is too soon."

She looked up at him incredulously. Was she really hearing right?

"But…did I do something wrong? I thought you wanted this? Legolas….I want you…so bad…"

She blushed deeply at the intimate confession that she had just made. It was almost irresistible, but Legolas knew he must not give in.

"I know, and I do. But you must understand that I am aware of the fact that you are quite virginal, whereas I am not. You would regret it in the morning. You are not ready."

She felt like she was going to cry. Whether from frustration or from the fact that she knew that he was right, she was not sure.

"Legolas, but you cannot just leave me like this…please…I can't…"

She gazed at him through her lashes. Legolas looked down on her and gave her that mischievous smirk that set her insides on fire. He rolled over onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. Placing his right hand on the other side of her, he bent over and kissed Náriël. Her stomach was in knots and she squirmed uncomfortably from the wetness between her legs.

Legolas rubbed his hand over her left breast before casually sliding it down to rest on her hip as his tongue continued to plunder her mouth. Breaking away, their faces were mere inches apart. He stared into her eyes as his hand found its way underneath her nightgown and slid up her smooth thigh. His expert fingers tangled in her intimate curls and teased her as she writhed beneath his touch. Her eyes were half lidded and her head was swimming. No one had ever made her feel like this before. It was all so new to her; never before had she allowed anyone to touch her as Legolas was right now.

She gasped as a jolt of pleasure ran through her body. She could no longer think – the ecstasy was taking over. Legolas lazily looked at her, then dipped down and began to suck on and lick the sensitive spot in the juncture of her neck. Her senses were in overload as he stroked her. She threaded her right hand through his hair and fisted the other in the bed sheets. This was too much, she couldn't take it, yet she wanted more….she could feel herself coming closer, but to what?

She could feel something building inside of her. Suddenly, he stopped. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to protest. Legolas took advantage of the opportunity and quickly claimed her lips and tongue once more, swallowing her surprised gasp as his fingers delved gently into her depths. The pressure inside of her resumed and she clutched the sheets in desperation. Her fingers pulled on his hair and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he nuzzled her neck. She was so close…

"Let go," he whispered, "Come for me, my darling. Give in to the feeling, let yourself fall…."

His breath was warm on her neck and tickled her sensitive hairs. That was all it took. She arched forward as Legolas continued to kiss her. Náriël's mind swirled in sweet bliss, the ecstasy cascading over her body. Legolas held her tightly, his heart pounding with familiar feelings he was finally ready to admit. He laid there with her still trembling in his arms, wishing that he would never have to let go.

……….

We drift deeper into the sound, feeling strong
So bring it on, so bring it on
Bring it on, so bring it on

Embrace me, surround me, as the rush comes
Oh embrace me, surround me, as the rush comes
As the rush comes
As the rush comes…

("As The Rush Comes" by Motorcycle)

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A/N:
(BLUSH, BLUSH, BLUSH) I can't believe I just wrote that! O.O pleeeeaaassee tell me what you think! Oh, and the lyrics at the end there, I love that song and I actually listened to that song on repeat as I wrote this chapter, so if you have it, listen while reading. I think it goes really well…but not the original, the Gabriel And Dresden Chillout Mix. It's really good!

Anyhoo, for those of you who like Haldir stories, go read Elanor's Revenge by Juliediane, it's awesome and I really recommend it! completely feeding my Haldir high right now lol :-)