Did you ever see us here?
〚Summary: It’s been far too long, and sometimes the best way to unwind is with the touch of your lover. 〛
Warnings: fluff and uhhhh pretty graphic smut
This got the seal of approval from the shifting discord so- here we are! Normally wouldn’t have the balls to post this.
I let out a heaving sigh as I entered my bedroom, eager to claw off the formal dress I was forced to wear this evening.
A light chuckling traveled through the doorway, followed by the sound of the heavy door closing.
Whirling around I made eye contact with my very amused husband, to which I sent a half-hearted glare.
“I’m failing to see what you find so amusing, melda veru nîn.” (My beloved husband)
His smile did not falter as he ushered forward, cupping my face in his hands. His cerulean eyes took their time drinking in every detail of my face before speaking, his voice cool and even as always.
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry, Elen nîn.” (my star) He spoke with pure adoration as his thumbs traced my cheekbones, so much adoration that my sour mood began to crumble instantly. He always had a way of doing that.
“I’m about to be the most stunning being you’ve ever seen if I have to go to one more of these blasted parties in our honor,” I began, leaning into his touch.
“Who says you aren’t already the most beautiful being I’ve laid eyes on?” He asked, raising a challenging brow.
I scoffed playfully, brushing his hands off of me. A laugh bubbled up in my chest as I shook my head.
“I’m serious! Your father hates me, and he makes it known at every opportunity.” I griped, crossing my arms over my chest.
He sighed, grabbing my wrists and uncrossing my arms, and pressing a feather-light kiss across my knuckles, he twined our fingers. “He’ll come to love you, just give it time meleth nîn.” (my love)
Finally, a smile cracked across my face.
Perhaps it was time to change the subject.
“Do you remember when we first met?” I asked softly, my hands traveling to smooth down the fabric of his silver tunic, feeling the defined muscles of his chest underneath.
“How could I forget?” Came his reply, though there was questioning in his tone. He watched me intently as my fingers began to undo the delicate silver clasps that held the garment together.
“Did you ever imagine that in sixty-something years we’d be here?” My voice had dropped to just above a whisper as my lips ghosted against the pale skin of his neck, stopping briefly to litter a few light kisses across its length.
His breathing hitched at the contact, his hands falling to rest on my waist.
“Hmm... considering the fact that you called me a stuck up, arrogant princeling... no” there was mirth in his tone, I didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning broadly.
A loud laugh ripped through me before I could stop it, my head falling back as I draped my arms around his neck.
“I was quite blunt back then, wasn’t I?” I asked, grinning so hard the corners of my eyes crinkled.
“Perhaps.” He replied, laughing along with me. After we settled a bit, Legolas kissed me deeply, knocking the breath out of my lungs and leaving me clinging to him for dear life.
When we parted, there was no mistaking the look in his darkened gaze.
“I want you.” He whispered, fingers trailing up and down my sides lovingly.
“And I you,” I began hesitantly, glancing around our room. The house of Elrond’s rooms were comprised of half walls and pillars that led out into the land of constant autumn that we currently called home.
Not exactly the picture of privacy.
I continued “but what if someone hears? You know Imladris isn’t known for its privacy.”
Turning back to meet his gaze, there wasn’t a hint of questioning in his expression.
“I don’t care, it’s been too long.” He shook his head, eyes searching for any opposition in my own expression.
With a nod of permission from me, he began to eagerly work on removing my dress. His nimble fingers easily freeing me from the lacy prison, the fabric pooling at my feet.
He gave me no time to step out before he swooped me up as if I weighed nothing, calloused hands gliding up my thighs as he carried me over to our bed.
He placed me down on the silken bed with such tenderness and care, trailing a few kisses down my body before standing at the edge of the mattress.
He drank in the sight of my bare body splayed out for his viewing pleasure. And while this wouldn’t be the first time we’ve laid together, the thought of being so exposed to him brought pinkness to my cheeks. Still, my eye contact never wavered as I drew my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Órava...”(have mercy) he pleaded, discarding the tunic he wore before crawling on top of me.
With his hard body trapping me on the mattress, my breathing picked up ever so slightly at the thought of what was to come.
Leaning down, his lips grazed the shell of my pointed ear as he whispered to me.
“You are pure starlight, meleth nîn...”
His tone paired with his fingers tracing shapes across my bare sides caused a shiver to travel up my spine.
He smelled of pine and the earth after a long rain, and the scent was utterly intoxicating as he had me at his mercy.
I didn’t have long to contemplate that fact before his lips were on mine, my fingers finding purchase within his silky flaxen locks as his tongue invaded my mouth.
Its softness brushed against my own, coaxing me into a heated dance. One that didn’t take long to have my lust at a fever pitch in a matter of moments. I needed him, I needed his hands on me, I needed anything or I feared I’d go insane.
I was never going this long without having him ever again.
Begrudgingly I freed one hand from his long locks, reaching blindly to take one of his hands in mine.
I pulled it up, cupping it around one of my breasts.
He gave it a gentle squeeze before lifting both of his hands to pin my wrists on either side of my head, breaking our kiss. Much to my displeasure.
I let out a whine of disproval, staring up at him, breathing labored.
“Leg-“ I began but stopped as he pressed his hips into mine, feeling his arousal through his trousers caused desire to pool between my legs.
“Patience darling...” he scolded gently, amusedly, head dipping to trail open-mouthed kisses down my neck at a torturously slow pace.
And torture it was, now not even being able to caress my beloved as he continued to assault the sensitive expanse of my neck and shoulders.
He continued this for some time, not until I was squirming beneath him did he give in to my pleas.
Finally he pulled away, releasing my wrists as he turned his attention to my breasts. His strong hands gently massaging the sensitive flesh, his darkened blue eyes dancing between my flushed face and the bare skin of my chest as he began to tease my nipples into hard points.
He smiled oh so beautifully down at me, and even through the lust-filled moment I could see the absolute adoration and pride he felt towards me in this moment.
I wasn’t able to mull over the thought for long, while I was lost in thought he dipped his head down and closed his mouth over one of my nipples. The feeling of his hot tongue working over me so wonderfully caused me to cry out softly, arching into him, begging for more.
This time, thank the Valar, he acquiesces. With his free hand, I felt his fingers slowly descend my naval. Eventually, coming to lightly circle my clit.
The feather-light contact paired with his assault on my breasts had me already teetering on the edge, and all I wanted to do was fall into oblivion.
My, it has been too long. I managed to think to myself.
Rolling my hips in time with his fingers, I moaned lowly as he switched breasts. Ignoring my pleas to watch the stars explode behind my eyelids.
All too soon, he removed his fingers and his grasp on my nipple, moving to prop himself above my panting, flushed form.
Pressing a firm kiss to my lips, he then descends my body. Trailing kisses all the way down, eventually resting with his knees on the floor, head between my thighs.
He didn’t give me any time to find myself self-conscious about the compromising position before he pulled my thighs to the edge of the bed, tongue splaying over my overstimulated clit eagerly.
I gasped, fingers weaving in his messy platinum locks as he ate away at me greedily. His name fell from my mouth more times than I could count, a prayer, a mantra, a desperate plea for more.
Without warning, three fingers entered me, curling as they find a fast-paced rhythm.
Arching and writhing in pure unadulterated pleasure, I cried out, his free arm coming to pin me to the bed. There was nothing I could do but take the intense pleasure Legolas was giving me.
Eventually, it became too much, the tightness in my core finally coming loose in an intense orgasm.
Clasping a hand over my mouth in a weak attempt to muffle my moans, I let the waves crash through me.
After a minute of Legolas stroking me, gently bringing me down, he crawled back on top of me.
Eyes never leaving me as he drew his fingers into his mouth, cleaning my essence from his fingers.
The action alone was enough to make the heat pool between my legs again, but when he groaned with pleasure I had to have him.
Pulling him into a kiss, I could taste myself on him.
“Take me, Legolas.” I breathed as we parted, causing a spark of excitement to appear in his eye.
I watched intently as he stood, ridding himself of his trousers before practically pouncing on me once more.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him to me. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he entered me in one stroke.
The feeling was divine, the way he filled me so perfectly. Like two halves of a whole coming together.
He set a slow, intimate pace as he lent down to kiss me deeply. Our tongues dancing together, his hips gyrating in such a way that stimulated my clit perfectly.
The only sounds that filled the room were that of our soft, muffled moans, the distant waterfalls of Imladris, and the conversations of the dying dinner party.
All was soon overtaken by the increasing speed of Legolas’ thrusts as we both came closer and closer to the edge, kisses becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. The sound of skin slapping skin resounding throughout the room as we gave further and further into the bliss of pure, unbridled lovemaking.
Soon we weren’t even able to continue kissing, just panting and moaning into each other’s mouths as we both teetered on the edge.
Legolas hitched my legs further around his hips, cupping a hand on my cheek as he called my name.
“Open your eyes, meleth nîn, I want to see you...” he whispered, coaxing me to do as he requested.
Soon I did as he asked, being absolutely pinned by the intensity of the love and tenderness held in his gaze during such an intense moment.
“Tolo ar nîn...” (come with me) he commanded gently.
And that’s all it took for me to be tossed into oblivion, an orgasm more intense than the last. Legolas followed immediately after, feeling him twitch deep within me before filling me up.
After a few more slow strokes, he withdrew from me, falling onto the mattress a panting mess. He pulled me to him, pressing my face to his bare chest as he began to comb his fingers through my hair.
We didn’t speak for a long while, we didn’t need to. We laid in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, just holding each other.
After a while, Legolas looked down at me.
“I love you, so much... I hope you know that” he said, trailing a finger across my jawline.
“And I, you” I replied simply, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.
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