Story Summary:
Three drabbles about joys of waiting.
These are belated birthday drabbles for my friends Do, Viv, and Maram
My Prince
The OFC is based on my Lego-mance/Vanelossë series. Thanks Viv for the beta *smooch*
This is written for the lovely Maram/Elfnut's belated birthday. Sorry so late my darling friend but the muse didn't want to play. *huggles and smooches*
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Vanelossë glanced seductively at her husband through lowered lashes as her hand squeezed his leg under the table. Legolas grinned, whispering, “Behave, my sweet. You will not have much longer to wait.” His hot breath caressed her ear, causing a warm tingling sensation to envelope her.
“We are married now. I am allowed,” Vanelossë replied, her hand moving slowly up his muscular thigh.
Legolas’s eyes gazed quickly around the room and seeing no one observing the newly married couple, he rose, taking her hand, and pulling her into the ante-chamber beside the hall. As soon as they were alone, he kissed her fiercely, which she returned with equal fire.
“My beloved wife,” he whispered in between hot kisses as his hands tangled in her hair.
“My prince, my husband,” she responded breathlessly, her body moving sensuously against his, forcing him to use all restraint not to make love to her now. He groaned as she pleaded, “I need to feel your naked flesh against mine.”
Before he could answer, they heard the door open and both of them jumped.
King Thranduil chuckled at his son and his new bride. “Forgive me for intruding. I needed an escape from the dancing. Should you two not be celebrating your wedding as well?”
“King Thranduil,” Vanelossë answered, then blushed. “Forgive me, it is my fault. I was feeling…flushed from the wine and hoped to…”
“If you are not feeling well, my dear, perhaps Legolas should take you right away to your chambers, and I will make your excuses,” Thranduil offered with a sly smirk.
Legolas nodded curtly to his father. “If you insist, Father, perhaps it would be for the best.” Without another word, the couple rushed quickly from the room to their chambers.
“Young love,” Thranduil mused delightfully, refilling his wine goblet.
Touched by the Evenstar
Unbeta'd since this was for Viv and she beta'd the other two lol
Happy belated birthday Viv. Not quite smut but a tease of it. *smooches*
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Aragorn watched her silently as she removed her gown, letting the fabric puddle gracefully around her feet. He drank in the sight of her luminous skin, the silvery moon caressing her raven hair as it cascaded down her back. She was the vision of perfection to him, even the moon and stars paled by comparison. He was utterly speechless when she smiled serenely.
Finally, Arwen walked towards him and asked, “Do you not wish to kiss me, my king?”
“When we enter our bedroom, I am no longer your king, merely your husband,” Aragorn said huskily, his fingers trailing along the sides of her face. Pulling her chin up gently, he placed a searing kiss on her lips, leaving her breathless with anticipation. He blazed hot kisses on her neck as her fingers deftly unfastened his garments, urging him to disrobe for her.
When he was partially unclothed, Arwen stepped back to view his rugged form fully. Unlike ellyn, his broad chest was sparsely covered with dark hair forming a trail down his muscular belly. She reached out, tracing small scars as he watched her through lowered eyes. As her hand moved lower, Aragorn moaned softly and grasped her arms, pulling her into his tight embrace.
With a quickness that shocked her, Aragorn completely disrobed and fluidly moved them both to lie on the bed, kissing the entire time. She was overwhelmed by the sense that everything was simultaneously happening too fast and taking an eternity. Her world spinning, all of her graceful composure lost, Arwen moaned, arching her back while his kisses rained all over her body. Limbs intertwined, bodies bonded, their passion grew until she felt as if her fea left her body leaving her breathless.
Making love until dawn, they then slept peacefully in each others arms.
Impatient Youth
For Do Belated birthday wishes! *hugs*
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“Stop fidgeting,” Éowyn said under her breath, not breaking her regal smile.
Éomer quietly growled a response that should not be said in proper society.
Éowyn turned to her brother and retorted sharply, “The King of Rohan should not speak that way to a lady.”
“I would not…to a lady,” Éomer replied. He saw her eyes narrow and knew that if they were alone she would have most certainly had a response that made his ears burn. Lowering his voice to a mere whisper, he implored, “Éowyn, you know how I hate all this pomp and formality. Can I not…”
“It is your own engagement ceremony, Éomer. You cannot sneak out now,” she said, exasperated.
Unable to help himself, Éomer sighed dramatically. Too late he realized his sigh was heard by quite a few sitting near him, including Faramir and Elessar, who chuckled into their fists as Éowyn glared at her older brother. He merely shrugged, which threatened to undo the composure of all of them.
Éowyn cut her eyes to the entrance and Éomer followed her gaze. At last, Lothiriel had entered the room on the arm of her father, Prince Imrahil. All eyes on her, she glided into the room, so gracefully that her gowns barely moved. Éomer watched her intensely until she glanced his way. After a moment, she winked subtly, her eyes full of mischief. Not caring about proper decorum, Éomer rose and walked to her. Imrahil bowed, smiling as he allowed the young king to take his daughter’s arm and lead her to sit beside him.
The couple made no attempt at pretending they were listening to the ceremony.
Lothiriel whispered, “How long before we can sneak away?”
Éomer grinned as he heard Éowyn grumble to Faramir, “They are two of a kind.”