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FIC: Unforgettable - Book Four, Chapter 3
Unforgettable, part the next...
Numerous massages, gropes, grunts, thrusts, and culminations later, the dinner was ruined, the sunlight streamed into the room, and the bedroom was silent.
Glorfindel was on his back, his hair a frightful mess, his body limp. He was holding the jewel up to observe its simple pageantry of light. Tauniel slept beside him, burrowed under the covers, one arm left to rest upon his chest. They would have perhaps looked like a typical Elven couple, had Faelion not been sitting at the end of the bed searching the floor for his tunic.
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Numerous massages, gropes, grunts, thrusts, and culminations later, the dinner was ruined, the sunlight streamed into the room, and the bedroom was silent.
Glorfindel was on his back, his hair a frightful mess, his body limp. He was holding the jewel up to observe its simple pageantry of light. Tauniel slept beside him, burrowed under the covers, one arm left to rest upon his chest. They would have perhaps looked like a typical Elven couple, had Faelion not been sitting at the end of the bed searching the floor for his tunic.
( more under cut! )