A/n~ WARNING! This contains SLASH, meaning Aragorn and Legolas are k-i-s-s-i-n-g! And having more-than-friendly thoughts about each other! If you are not okay with this, then please turn back now! I do not want to cause anyone any grief or anger so, please heed my warning! For those of you who do like/love this sort of thing…. Enjoy! :D
Why was this strange man affecting him so? Legolas' mind buzzed with distressed confusion. A charged tension had suddenly dropped like a heavy curtain in the air between him and the man. It bewildered him and knocked the usual controlled grace he carried himself with off-kilter. Already this ranger had managed to get under his skin. He'd been coarse in his discourse with the man thus far; barely able to stem the flow of childish questions that threatened to pour from his mouth at the wonder of the…..stubble and becoming snappish at the man's casual queries. It had been many, many seasons since he had blushed and lowered his eyes in abashment like that.
That was when Aragorn's attitude had changed. His voice had become rougher and taken on a deep, dark tone that the elf had never heard before. His handsome face had shifted into a dark, promising smile as his eyes seemed to glow with some unidentifiable emotion. There was something vaguely threatening about the way Aragorn looked at him and the effect it had on him was strong and alarming. A shiver crept down his spine like when he felt the presence of a dangerous beast nearby on one of the hunts. But something stayed his hand from aiming one of his deadly arrows at this particular beast. A heated sensation coiled slowly in the pit of his stomach. His breathing deepened slightly as he tried to calm himself down.
What was going on? His reaction to this man was absurd! Yet, somehow, it seemed right. As if on some level, he did understand what was happening and that it should be eagerly anticipated. The elf ran a slender hand through his soft shining hair in a rare nervous gesture as he weighed his options. He could simply flit away up and through the trees to rid himself of the man's agitating company. Yes. He could easily escape as soon as he felt the necessity to do so. Until then, he could find out more about this strange person and the even stranger intent in his captivating gaze.
Aragorn slowly reached a hand towards Legolas' fair face. The elf trained his wary eyes on the appendage as it moved closer by inches, studying it. The fingernails were a bit ragged and persistent dirt clung to them about the edges, though it was obvious much had been removed from under the nails in an attempt at cleanliness. The skin was darkly tanned, heavily calloused, and bore small scars here and there. This man must have been living in the wilds for at least a few years and the placement of his thicker calluses spoke of much experience in the use of swords. The impressive, kingly ring glimmered darkly on his forefinger. It should have seemed out of place on such a dark, dirty hand. But it didn't. It felt like it belonged there; like destiny had chosen that particular hand for that particular ring.
Legolas' eyes lifted to look the man in the face. He should be repulsed by the sweat and grime, but it only added to the rough, dangerous charm and mystery of his presence. The musky scent of the man's sweat and skin cloyed in his nostrils, pulling him in further. That stubble. He'd wanted to ask the man what it felt like. Was it as scratchy as it looked? Could he touch it and find out for himself? Before those had just been childish inquiries that he'd held back in order to be polite. Now it was different. Now, a burning feeling in his stomach drove him to find the answers. But, how should he approach the man? What was he to do? Glittering grey eyes met his, and Legolas gave into impulse. He gently laid the palm of his hand against the back of the man's and guided it the rest of the way to his cheek.
Aragorn's breath caught in his throat. The elf's skin was so smooth and cool. He ran his thumb over the offered cheek in a soft caress. Those long gold eyelashes swept downwards in response and the man felt a surge of desire for this luminous fae being. His grip on the elf became firm as he curved his palm around the juncture of his jaw and neck, burying his fingertips in the silken hair at the nape and resting his thumb where the smooth cheek met the leaf-shaped ear. He leaned forward, bringing his face within inches of the elf's. Eyelashes swept back up to reveal enchanting lamp-like eyes staring at him intently. Their focus dropped to the ranger's mouth. The man took the direction of the gaze as a sign for him to continue. He closed the remaining distance and pressed his lips against the elf's mouth in a full and luscious yet gentle gesture.
With a sharp gasp, Legolas jerked backwards, eyes widening in shock. Aragorn kept his hand firmly planted in his hair, refusing to let go of his prize so easily. For a split-second, Legolas felt a strong impulse to wrench himself from the man's grasp and flee or attack. But, an intense and insistent look in those grey eyes stopped him. A soft shushing noise pushed past those firm lips as the rough pad of that thumb moved back and forth in an apologetic caress, placating him and calming him down in a way words could not. Once more, the man moved in close. This time, though, he turned Legolas' face slightly to the side with his hand and gently rubbed his cheek against his while whispering an apology for his forward behavior in his elven ear.
Legolas' whole body shuddered as he got his wish. That stubble was as scratchy as it looked but it was definitely not unpleasant. Its sandpapery quality against his skin combined with the hot breath of the man's whisperings in his ear caused heat to rush through his veins with an intensity that frightened and confused him. He wanted to leave now, but couldn't make himself do so. Why? He had always had so much more self-control than this!
Aragorn felt the shudder and pulled back slightly to look the elf in the face and gauge his reaction. Legolas' delicate brow was knitted upwards in a sign of distress while his deep blue eyes held a heady mixture of innocent confusion and raw need. The sight was enough to undo him. Aragorn quickly brought his other hand around to the elf's back between the shoulder blades and pulled him in close till he was practically in his lap. He closed his mouth firmly over his in a deep, drugging kiss.
Legolas was drowning in the heat and scent and sensation of the man. He gripped the ranger's broad shoulders for support while he desperately tried to regain his thoughts and, hopefully, some composure. A sudden hot wetness pressed in between his lips and flicked through his mouth for a second, startling him. Tongue! The man had put his tongue in his mouth! That broke the elf out of the heated trance; he wrenched himself away from the human and jumped backwards onto his feet.
"What? What are you-! I-! We-! Why did you do that?" Legolas' face flushed to a particularly bright shade of pink as he stammered. Wanting to leave this bazaar and embarrassing situation behind, the elf turned and flitted up and away through the trees without waiting for an answer.
A/n~ so…what do ya'll think? How was my first attempt at a "physical" scene? Love it or Hate it: please let me know. Any suggestions for making it better are very much welcome!