Stolen Moments
Fandom: LOTR - Rings of Power, Arondir x Female Reader (reader has no distinguishing features), smut & fluff
Synopsis: You are the village’s healer, living in your somewhat isolated home on the edge of town. One evening, you get a surprise visitor…
Warnings: Smut, explicit, 18+, minors DNI!
Words: 1708
The fire crackled in the hearth in front of your reading chair, the flames casting animated shadows around the living room as you flipped through the pages of an old, dusty tome. Your usual routine, reading after the sun went down until you got sleepy. Or sometimes, you would fall asleep in your reading chair, awakened later by the chill of a fire burned low.
Tonight, though, your routine was interrupted by a low, steady knock at the front door. A knock you’d become accustomed to over time… Only one person knocked on your door like that. Like him.
Your breath caught in your throat, and anticipation flooded through you. You hadn’t seen Arondir in weeks. Your encounters were too few and far between, your moments shared never long enough, but it was all you had right now…
You closed the musty pages of your book, placing it on the side table as you walked toward the door. You didn’t need to check out the window to be sure who it was. You could feel him near, like the two of you were magnetized together, belonging to each other…
You opened the door, and there stood Arondir, the dim light from within your home illuminating his tall frame and broad shoulders. His eyes shone in the light, burning into yours, and you stepped aside, letting him step through the threshold.
You bolted the door behind him, turning to greet him, and immediately his hands enveloped yours as he stepped close to you. “Are you alright?” you asked, concerned about his demeanor, and the fact that he was visiting you after dark, a rare occurrence…
“I needed you,” he replied, the dulcet tone of his voice exactly as your remembered, and you were suddenly weak in the knees, your heart beating faster, as you searched his expression, his eyes… There was a loneliness deep in his eyes, his soul, that no one could possibly see but you. Perhaps that was why you were destined to be together. The same thing he recognized in you, that brought you together, and to this moment…
“I’m here, I’ve got you…,” you whispered, your hand coming to his cheek, and he closed his eyes and melted into your touch, his guard coming down, as you continued to palm his cheek, his hand coming to grip your waist, his touch firm but never too tight or commanding…
Arondir’s eyes opened, darting down to your lips and suddenly you had to be closer to him, leaning up and meeting his lips with yours, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you kissed him passionately, his arms fully enveloping you now, pulling you flush against his chest, his hands stroking along your back as he held you and kissed you, your lips parting, and you could taste him, the sweetness of his mouth and tongue on yours…
Finally you broke apart, breathing heavier, need filling you both, and you began to undo his cloak pin, the fabric slipping off of his shoulders and pooling on the floor. He watched you, studied you, as you undid the buckles of his armor, gently placing the pieces in a pile with his cloak. Finally, you held his gaze as you lifted his undershirt over his head, his arms raising to help you, and you let the fabric fall to the floor.
Arondir stood in front of you, the muscles of his torso and arms rippling in the firelight, your eyes scanning every perfect ridge and valley, and you bit your lip instinctively, unknowingly. He watched you look him over, taking in your beautiful features, the want and lust in your eyes, and he needed more. He needed all of you, his usual Elven restraint warring with the intense attraction he felt for you, the closeness and vulnerability he had only ever been able to find with you…
His fingertips came to you chin, tilting your gaze up to meet his. “Turn around,” he instructed, though his tone was neither urgent nor commanding, and you were only too happy to oblige… You faced the fireplace, waiting for his next ideation, feeling him study you from behind. He always took his time with you…
Arondir slowly undressed you, helping you to remove your shoes, lifting your dress over your head, his fingertips always lightly grazing your skin, sending tingles and shivers through you, until finally you were naked in front of the fire, the warmth of the flames pleasant on your bare skin.
“You are so beautiful,” Arondir whispered in your ear, before leaving gentle, open-mouthed kisses behind your ear, along your neck, shoulders, and again on the other side… His ministrations were slow, calculated, meant for your pleasure, and his fingertips massaged your skin as he traced your figure…
He sucked harder on your neck, the sensation making you moan, and you backed closer into him, feeling a prominent bulge pressing against you. Heat pooled between your legs, and as though he could read your mind, Arondir reached around your waist, his fingertips brushing your sensitive bud, and you widened your stance to give him better access…
His motions were slow and pleasurable, stroking your clit in small, light circles, around your slit, your wetness coating his fingertips as he pleasured you. You closed your eyes, and every breathy moan that escaped your mouth was music to his ears, and he could tell as you approached your climax, breathing hard and chanting his name, and his fingers slipped into you, first one, and then another, thrusting at an even pace and hitting the most exquisite spot, his palm grazing your clit as he fingered you…
Arondir’s other hand gripped your waist, anchoring you in place as you lost all awareness of the world outside of that moment, as ecstasy overwhelmed you, and you came hard, clenching around his fingers, riding them as you got lost in the waves of pleasure coursing through your body…
Finally, you opened your eyes, slowly regaining your senses, and Arondir released you, and you turned to face him, taking his hand as you did so, his fingers still wet with your essence… You lifted his fingers to your mouth, never breaking eye contact as you sucked them off, slowly and with care, and the darkness in his eyes intensified…
Arondir’s hand came up to your jaw, his thumb gently pulling down on your chin, your lips parting, mouth open and his lips came to yours, tongue sliding deliciously into you as he tasted you, tongues and teeth clashing, until finally you broke apart, breathless…
You palmed him through his trousers, feeling his arousal, studying his face as you did so, the slight crease of his brow, the reflection of the fire in the hazel of his irises… You led him to your bedroom, your hands coming to undo his belt, feeling his gaze burning into you as you did so… Foreplay always seemed to be the best part to Arondir, lasting as long as you wanted it to, he seemed to be able to go on forever, loving the way you reacted to him, so responsive, so beautiful, and the way you touched him and pleasured him back… He longed for you always, his secret desires only able to be expressed in these stolen moments together… He would make the most of them…
Tonight was no exception, as he was freed of his clothing, his thick cock bouncing as he climbed on top of you, your legs opening to him, his arms framing you, and he hovered over you for a moment, studying you, anticipating you, until you could bear it no more…
“Please… Arondir…,” you whimpered, needily, and a glimmer of satisfaction passed across his features, and he pressed against your entrance, your hand coming to your core, spreading yourself as he guided his cock into your aching cunt, stretching you and filling you, so full, just as you remembered, as you craved…
“Fuck…,” you whimpered with pleasure, lost in the feeling of him filling you, thrusting slowly, evenly in and out of you, his tip coming almost fully out each time, massaging your entrance with each thrust, then sheathing himself to your hilt… His lips were on yours, kissing you passionately, as you moaned into his mouth, your bodies flush against each other, each of his thrusts grazing your clit with the most incendiary pleasure…
It wasn’t long before you felt your high building, Arondir’s pace quickening, whispers of praise and encouragement escaping his lips, elegant words in Elvish you’d come to recognize…
“That’s it, nîn bain {my beautiful}”
“Let me see you in your bliss”
“Look at me…”
With that request, your eyes burned into his, and you needed more of him, needed his release to fill you, to send you over the edge…
“I need you…,” you begged, in between breathless moans, “Fill me… Please…”, your gazes locked, and he continued to thrust into you, mercilessly now, the room filling with the filthy sounds of him fucking into your drenched pussy… You cried out as you climaxed, your walls clenching tight around his cock, and finally he let himself reach his release, spilling into you, filling you, his thrusts slowing as he rode out his high, his gaze never wavering, his mouth slightly agape as he moaned, low and guttural…
His panting recovered quickly, leaving you still breathless as he lay on top of you for a moment, taking in the blissful, spent expression on your face, the heat radiating from your body, the smell of your arousal… You were the most beautiful sight to behold… Arondir leaned down to kiss you, his lips slowly brushing against yours, tracing the outline of your mouth, the lightness of his touch a stark comparison to the intensity between you just moments before…
You wished you could stay like this forever… That the world outside didn’t exist, that your relationship would not be forbidden, frowned upon, but none of that mattered to either of you anymore. Nothing could keep you apart. For now, you would take any stolen moments you could get together… But one day, it wouldn’t be enough, and woe to anyone who tried to keep two people so in love apart…
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