4c..no, not the end, not yet..
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zhieweird type of foreplay and I may get swatted myself for where I leave this... written at 4am, 'cause I got up and couldn't get back to sleep... would have had more, but I have work to do... however... I cannot leave myself hanging at this point for very long... nope, nope, nope... and the answer to the eternal question, 'what's in the nasssty elvesses pocketssess, preciousss?'
When he turned around, he found the same glare from many months ago trained upon him. “You planned all of that,” spat Erestor, his fingers digging into the blankets as he fisted his hands.
Slowly, ambivalently, Glorfindel nodded. “I had to know what you would do.”
“So you do not trust me.”
“I do now. I had to be sure.” Walking forward, he said, “For me this is not some game. This is a very serious relationship we have begun, and knowing your past, it was all I could think to do. I am sorry if I hurt you, but I could not risk being hurt later if you were not as serious as I am. Put yourself in my place,” he tried.
Erestor looked off in another direction. “I may have done the same,” he admitted finally, “but I am still sore at you.”
“Understandable,” agreed Glorfindel. “If you want, you can slap me, I deserve it.”
“Oh, no,” Erestor declined, “we are not going to have that happen again.”
“I promise not to retaliate,” said Glorfindel, adding, “No spanking.”
Loosening his grip of the blankets, Erestor traced his finger over the pattern of the stitching on the thick, raspberry-colored quilt. “I have no desire to hurt you.”
Bending down, Glorfindel gave Erestor a kiss on the forehead before turning, planning to remove his travel clothing for something more comfortable. Suddenly, something smacked him on the top of the head. It was not very hard, and did not hit him very hard, but it was very noticeable. He made a grab for it, but Erestor was much quicker, and the pillow connected with his hip.
~WHAP!~
“Wait a minute! Not fair to attack one who is unarmed!” shouted Glorfindel as he made a grab for the other pillow but was unsuccessful as Erestor snagged that one, too, before scrambling over the bed onto the other side.
“You said you would not retaliate!” Erestor reminded him, grinning wickedly with a pillow in each hand.
Glorfindel narrowed his eyes. “There are no rules in war, my dear,” he answered, then gave chase.
After sustaining four more direct hits, Glorfindel managed to take hold of the edge of one of the pillows, which Erestor reluctantly let go of lest it be ripped apart from either end. The blond was no where near as forceful with his attacks, trying to match Erestor’s strength. Two well-timed smacks with the pillow sent Glorfindel flailing back onto one of the chairs, dropping his pillow upon impact. Erestor leaped over the table to retrieve it before Glorfindel could manage to catch his breath, then noticed a small box that was left forgotten on the floor. “What is this?” Glorfindel heard Erestor say, and he looked over to see the darkling picking up the box, discarding the pillows off to the side.
“It must have been jostled from my pocket when we were playing,” realized the warrior. “Bring it here and I will show you what it is.”
“And what does he have in his pockets, hmm?” Erestor sat down on the edge of the bed facing Glorfindel, and said, “I am perfectly capable of finding out what it is on my own.”
Looking crestfallen, Glorfindel nodded. “This is true.”
With a sigh, Erestor stood up and brought the box over, holding it out to Glorfindel.
The golden elf patted his knee. “Sit,” he offered to a slightly surprised Erestor, who sat down nonetheless. Glorfindel took hold of the box with one hand, winding his other arm around Erestor’s waist to obtain a good grip on him. “I lied to you,” he said with regret. “I was only on tour for one month.”
“I know.”
“You know? Did Elrond tell you?” asked Glorfindel.
Erestor shook his head. “I counted the number of soldiers leaving for the borders last month. It was the same number as always. I assumed you were, therefore, no longer on the border for the last four weeks.”
“I could have been there for a special reason,” suggested Glorfindel.
“The borders are quiet. I assumed you had something to do outside of Imladris that you did not want me knowing of,” Erestor said.
He was rewarded with a smooch on the cheek. “You brilliant little thing, ‘tis a wonder I can ever pull the wool over your eyes.”
“I am still angry about that,” Erestor reminded him.
Glorfindel nodded. “Yes, I guessed as much. Perhaps this will make up for it.” Fumbling to open the box with one hand, Glorfindel eventually handed it to Erestor. “I set you up earlier because I am seriously in love with you.” Glorfindel took a pause, and then continued, “I have every intention to be with you until the end of Arda, but only if I am the only one by your side.”
With his mouth open a little in disbelief, Erestor stared down at the box.
“Have you read the riddle, or shall we open it and see what is inside?” offered Glorfindel, suddenly shy.
“You want me?” Erestor opened the box, seeing there what he knew now he would find. “You do want me.”
“Yes, but, not just... in bed,” Glorfindel said in a rush, “I want you to have and to hold, and to keep as my own. To cherish and to love and to- Erestor, just, I love you and what I said about it hurting me to see you with others, it does, it has hurt, and for a long time now. I have wanted you, but unless you want me, and completely, and only me, well, I am rather selfish, and you are so very precious to me, more so than anything or anyone else in the whole of Arda. So, what do you think?” questioned Glorfindel uneasily.
“I think,” said Erestor, picking the larger of the two silver rings out of the box, “you should give me your hand.”
Doing as he was bid, Glorfindel smiled as the mithril band was slid onto his finger, and then he took the other from the box and placed it on Erestor. “It fits perfectly.”
“That it does,” confirmed Erestor, admiring the bit of silver that wound around his finger. “We should see how perfectly you and I fit together.”
“Are you ready for that?” asked Glorfindel, nuzzling Erestor’s neck and placing soft kisses upon him as he took away the empty box and set it aside. Erestor nodded and began to kiss back, savoring the excitement not just of being with someone, but of being with someone who loved him.
“How shall we do this?” Glorfindel gently nipped at Erestor’s ear with his teeth, tracing the curve with his tongue, kissing the pointed tip.
“I want you... inside...” came the mumbled answer as Erestor worked to free the shirt from Glorfindel’s body, having already succeeded at removing his vest.
Pulling Erestor’s tunic up and off, Glorfindel tossed it aside and smiled. “I know about that part; I meant in terms of position.”
“From behind; I like that best.”
“On your hands and knees?”
Erestor purred and arched up, rubbing himself against the hand that was untying his pants.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
They hastily made their way to the bed, each of them shedding their remaining clothing as they went. Erestor pulled open a drawer on the little end table, in which Glorfindel saw was an assortment of jars and vials containing various lubricants. “These are all new,” assured Erestor as he sat down upon the bed. “I threw out everything from before.”
Glorfindel picked up one of the vials and pulled the cork from it, taking a sniff. It was much too flowery for his taste, so he put it back. The next scent he recognized- sandalwood- and he recorked it and placed it aside on the top of the table.
“You do not need to treat me like glass,” reminded Erestor as Glorfindel settled onto the bed beside him. “It is not as if this is my first time,” he said carefully. “There is no need to go slowly. I am no virgin.”
“Yes, but I am,” Glorfindel confided. “So, please, forgive me if it takes me a little extra time.”
“Oh!” Erestor smiled, and flicked a straying blond curl out of Glorfindel’s eyes. “Your secret is safe with me, snuggles.”
Timidity was replaced by mild amusement. “Snuggles?”
“You like snuggling and cuddling,” shrugged Erestor. “Look, I have been trying to think of what else to call you, but ‘honey’ and ‘sugar’ just sound too plain and not quite right.”
“I like snuggles,” said Glorfindel quickly before Erestor could change his mind.
“I know you do,” grinned Erestor, “but I have an idea there is something you may like even more.” He quickly gave Glorfindel a kiss, and then positioned himself on his hands and knees, glancing wickedly over his shoulder.
Glorfindel breathed in sharply, shaking his head. “No, not yet, it just- here, just a moment,” he said, gently easing Erestor onto his back again. “There is something- would you mind if I- uhm...” Reaching out with trepidation, Glorfindel’s fingers touched the base of Erestor’s erection. “Before we make love... I... I wanted to taste you...”
For Erestor, it was a foreign request. His past had been filled with lovers, no, sexual partners, who had only really been interested in fulfilling their own needs. Few had ever expressed any concern over Erestor’s desires, and none of them had asked this of him before. He nodded with only a little hesitation, and sat up as Glorfindel lowered his head, darting his tongue out experimentally.
When he turned around, he found the same glare from many months ago trained upon him. “You planned all of that,” spat Erestor, his fingers digging into the blankets as he fisted his hands.
Slowly, ambivalently, Glorfindel nodded. “I had to know what you would do.”
“So you do not trust me.”
“I do now. I had to be sure.” Walking forward, he said, “For me this is not some game. This is a very serious relationship we have begun, and knowing your past, it was all I could think to do. I am sorry if I hurt you, but I could not risk being hurt later if you were not as serious as I am. Put yourself in my place,” he tried.
Erestor looked off in another direction. “I may have done the same,” he admitted finally, “but I am still sore at you.”
“Understandable,” agreed Glorfindel. “If you want, you can slap me, I deserve it.”
“Oh, no,” Erestor declined, “we are not going to have that happen again.”
“I promise not to retaliate,” said Glorfindel, adding, “No spanking.”
Loosening his grip of the blankets, Erestor traced his finger over the pattern of the stitching on the thick, raspberry-colored quilt. “I have no desire to hurt you.”
Bending down, Glorfindel gave Erestor a kiss on the forehead before turning, planning to remove his travel clothing for something more comfortable. Suddenly, something smacked him on the top of the head. It was not very hard, and did not hit him very hard, but it was very noticeable. He made a grab for it, but Erestor was much quicker, and the pillow connected with his hip.
~WHAP!~
“Wait a minute! Not fair to attack one who is unarmed!” shouted Glorfindel as he made a grab for the other pillow but was unsuccessful as Erestor snagged that one, too, before scrambling over the bed onto the other side.
“You said you would not retaliate!” Erestor reminded him, grinning wickedly with a pillow in each hand.
Glorfindel narrowed his eyes. “There are no rules in war, my dear,” he answered, then gave chase.
After sustaining four more direct hits, Glorfindel managed to take hold of the edge of one of the pillows, which Erestor reluctantly let go of lest it be ripped apart from either end. The blond was no where near as forceful with his attacks, trying to match Erestor’s strength. Two well-timed smacks with the pillow sent Glorfindel flailing back onto one of the chairs, dropping his pillow upon impact. Erestor leaped over the table to retrieve it before Glorfindel could manage to catch his breath, then noticed a small box that was left forgotten on the floor. “What is this?” Glorfindel heard Erestor say, and he looked over to see the darkling picking up the box, discarding the pillows off to the side.
“It must have been jostled from my pocket when we were playing,” realized the warrior. “Bring it here and I will show you what it is.”
“And what does he have in his pockets, hmm?” Erestor sat down on the edge of the bed facing Glorfindel, and said, “I am perfectly capable of finding out what it is on my own.”
Looking crestfallen, Glorfindel nodded. “This is true.”
With a sigh, Erestor stood up and brought the box over, holding it out to Glorfindel.
The golden elf patted his knee. “Sit,” he offered to a slightly surprised Erestor, who sat down nonetheless. Glorfindel took hold of the box with one hand, winding his other arm around Erestor’s waist to obtain a good grip on him. “I lied to you,” he said with regret. “I was only on tour for one month.”
“I know.”
“You know? Did Elrond tell you?” asked Glorfindel.
Erestor shook his head. “I counted the number of soldiers leaving for the borders last month. It was the same number as always. I assumed you were, therefore, no longer on the border for the last four weeks.”
“I could have been there for a special reason,” suggested Glorfindel.
“The borders are quiet. I assumed you had something to do outside of Imladris that you did not want me knowing of,” Erestor said.
He was rewarded with a smooch on the cheek. “You brilliant little thing, ‘tis a wonder I can ever pull the wool over your eyes.”
“I am still angry about that,” Erestor reminded him.
Glorfindel nodded. “Yes, I guessed as much. Perhaps this will make up for it.” Fumbling to open the box with one hand, Glorfindel eventually handed it to Erestor. “I set you up earlier because I am seriously in love with you.” Glorfindel took a pause, and then continued, “I have every intention to be with you until the end of Arda, but only if I am the only one by your side.”
With his mouth open a little in disbelief, Erestor stared down at the box.
“Have you read the riddle, or shall we open it and see what is inside?” offered Glorfindel, suddenly shy.
“You want me?” Erestor opened the box, seeing there what he knew now he would find. “You do want me.”
“Yes, but, not just... in bed,” Glorfindel said in a rush, “I want you to have and to hold, and to keep as my own. To cherish and to love and to- Erestor, just, I love you and what I said about it hurting me to see you with others, it does, it has hurt, and for a long time now. I have wanted you, but unless you want me, and completely, and only me, well, I am rather selfish, and you are so very precious to me, more so than anything or anyone else in the whole of Arda. So, what do you think?” questioned Glorfindel uneasily.
“I think,” said Erestor, picking the larger of the two silver rings out of the box, “you should give me your hand.”
Doing as he was bid, Glorfindel smiled as the mithril band was slid onto his finger, and then he took the other from the box and placed it on Erestor. “It fits perfectly.”
“That it does,” confirmed Erestor, admiring the bit of silver that wound around his finger. “We should see how perfectly you and I fit together.”
“Are you ready for that?” asked Glorfindel, nuzzling Erestor’s neck and placing soft kisses upon him as he took away the empty box and set it aside. Erestor nodded and began to kiss back, savoring the excitement not just of being with someone, but of being with someone who loved him.
“How shall we do this?” Glorfindel gently nipped at Erestor’s ear with his teeth, tracing the curve with his tongue, kissing the pointed tip.
“I want you... inside...” came the mumbled answer as Erestor worked to free the shirt from Glorfindel’s body, having already succeeded at removing his vest.
Pulling Erestor’s tunic up and off, Glorfindel tossed it aside and smiled. “I know about that part; I meant in terms of position.”
“From behind; I like that best.”
“On your hands and knees?”
Erestor purred and arched up, rubbing himself against the hand that was untying his pants.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
They hastily made their way to the bed, each of them shedding their remaining clothing as they went. Erestor pulled open a drawer on the little end table, in which Glorfindel saw was an assortment of jars and vials containing various lubricants. “These are all new,” assured Erestor as he sat down upon the bed. “I threw out everything from before.”
Glorfindel picked up one of the vials and pulled the cork from it, taking a sniff. It was much too flowery for his taste, so he put it back. The next scent he recognized- sandalwood- and he recorked it and placed it aside on the top of the table.
“You do not need to treat me like glass,” reminded Erestor as Glorfindel settled onto the bed beside him. “It is not as if this is my first time,” he said carefully. “There is no need to go slowly. I am no virgin.”
“Yes, but I am,” Glorfindel confided. “So, please, forgive me if it takes me a little extra time.”
“Oh!” Erestor smiled, and flicked a straying blond curl out of Glorfindel’s eyes. “Your secret is safe with me, snuggles.”
Timidity was replaced by mild amusement. “Snuggles?”
“You like snuggling and cuddling,” shrugged Erestor. “Look, I have been trying to think of what else to call you, but ‘honey’ and ‘sugar’ just sound too plain and not quite right.”
“I like snuggles,” said Glorfindel quickly before Erestor could change his mind.
“I know you do,” grinned Erestor, “but I have an idea there is something you may like even more.” He quickly gave Glorfindel a kiss, and then positioned himself on his hands and knees, glancing wickedly over his shoulder.
Glorfindel breathed in sharply, shaking his head. “No, not yet, it just- here, just a moment,” he said, gently easing Erestor onto his back again. “There is something- would you mind if I- uhm...” Reaching out with trepidation, Glorfindel’s fingers touched the base of Erestor’s erection. “Before we make love... I... I wanted to taste you...”
For Erestor, it was a foreign request. His past had been filled with lovers, no, sexual partners, who had only really been interested in fulfilling their own needs. Few had ever expressed any concern over Erestor’s desires, and none of them had asked this of him before. He nodded with only a little hesitation, and sat up as Glorfindel lowered his head, darting his tongue out experimentally.
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Date: 2006-05-16 02:22 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2006-05-16 02:36 pm (UTC)Oh that Glorfindel, what a wonderful elf! I think Erestor is in for an eye-opening experience to have a lover that 'loves' him!
**huggles**
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Date: 2006-05-16 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-16 03:06 pm (UTC)*Hands you another smore--then contiunes to hored the rest till the next chap*
~DarkDreamer
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Date: 2006-05-16 09:18 pm (UTC)I'm going to go takea nap now.
I promise I won't swat you, dear.
*hugs*