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floatingleafSo it's happened. I wrote a little ficlet, which I intend to post here. Like, right now. I woke up in the middle of the night between last Wednesday and Thursday, with a voice in my head telling me I had to do this.;) Even though I'm scared as hell. It's pure hormonal indulgence with no plot at all, inspired by tons of fanfics I've been devouring over the last few months, and Elisa's manips (there are no words for what they do to me). Just in case, since I know I'm usually much better at imitating other people's styles then at creating my own - if anyone should feel like I'm trying to copy them, it's not intentional.;) I just read A/L (and V/O) fanfics all the time and my head is swimming with it. Nearly to the point of oblivion, lol. And I can't tell if the result is any good from any objective point of view (if such exists). English is not my native language, btw... but I'm doing the best I can.;)
Title: Desire
Author: floatingleaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Aragorn has an unexpected night visitor...
Warning: Just a shameless PWP.;)
Feedback: Well, of course. That's why I'm posting this. And it's the first thing I've ever posted, so please be gentle with me... though some constructive criticism is very welcome.
Disclaimer: Of course they don't belong to me, everybody knows who they belong to. No disrespect is meant, no money made etc.
Unbeta'ed.
It should definitely be considered below the dignity of an elven prince to sneak up behind someone else's bedroom door, but Legolas couldn't help himself. He had noticed on the way to his own guest chambers that the door was slightly ajar, and he simply had to take a peek.
The half-drawn curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, while the moonlight sifted through them, casting fluid shadows upon the reclining figure in the bed. The man's eyes were closed, some errant dark strands flung across his face, and he was shifting restlessly in his sleep, moaning softly. Legolas held his breath as a restless hand pushed the covers down, exposing the broad, muscular chest. What wouldn't he give to find himself in those arms!... He had glimpsed the inner fire behind those stormy blue-grey eyes when they rested upon him. He could only imagine that fire consuming him in a passionate embrace, body and soul...
The man seemed to be murmuring softly under his breath. What was he dreaming? Legolas strained his elven hearing. His heart nearly stopped when a string of whispered syllables sounded almost like his name. Could it be?... or was he just imagining...?... He stood breathless, trying to still the pounding of blood in his ears.
"Mmmm... Legolas...", the sleeping man sighed, distinctly now. This was no illusion. The trembling elf slipped into the room, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible. Then he soundlessly removed his clothes, took a deep calming breath and slipped under the covers.
Aragorn sighed ruefully as his pleasant dream faded. He would have given anything at that moment to hold the real elven prince in his arms. He yawned and stretched and... bumped into a naked body lying in bed beside him. A slim, definitely male body, covered by a mantle of long, silky hair. He didn't dare open his eyes, for fear he was still dreaming, but the soft strands fell upon his face, and their fragrance was exactly the same as it had been when he and the elven prince walked through his father's gardens toghether that very afternoon. He tentatively threaded his fingers through the hair and touched a warm cheek.
"Legolas?...", he gasped.
"Yes, Estel... I am here", a quiet, slightly trembling voice answered. Then warm breath ghosted over his ear and the next words were heavy with promise. "'Tis no dream, Estel... I am here. And I burn... just like you do."
Then the silky lips brushed over his own.
Aragorn's heart went wild, and he couldn't speak through the tightness in his throat. He caressed Legolas face, then cradled the back of his head gently as he responded to the kiss. He felt a long, slender leg glide over his thighs, and then Legolas was straddling him, the firm evidence of the elf's arousal coming into tantalizing contact with his own. He let his hands move downwards over the smooth back, until they gripped the slim waist. The elf melted against him, whimpering softly. Passion flared inside the man, and before he even realized what he was doing, he had flipped them over, pinning Legolas down with his full weight. Their kiss deepened as the prince's delicious mouth opened wide to accept Aragorn's questing tongue. The man's hands roamed over the smooth, hairless chest, fingertips brushing against peaked nipples as the elf shuddered beneath him, clutching at his back. The slim, graceful body felt wondrous against him, both soft and hard, strong and yielding, as it undulated in sensuous abandon. Aragorn pushed his hips down hard against Legolas, their weeping arousals sliding wetly against each other as he groaned into the kiss. When they broke for air, the elf threw his head back with a deep, needy moan that set Aragorn on fire. He moved his mouth along the perfect jawline until he reached the delicate pointed ear.
"Will you be mine, Legolas?", he whispered into it, before flicking his tongue playfully against the tip.
The elven beauty arched beneath him with a shuddering gasp.
"Ai, Estel!... I am yours... Claim me now", he breathed.
Aragorn fastened his mouth upon the sensitive ear, tracing its intricate shape with his tongue, while his hand slid down between their bodies to fondle the elf's straining shaft.
Legolas nearly sobbed, shaking all over and thrusting uncontrollably into the man's palm.
Aragorn gave him a few teasing strokes, then let go of his erection and moved his hand lower, delving between the taut buttocks.
When a fingertip brushed against the tight, puckered entrance to his body, the elven prince moved his legs further apart and lifted his hips in invitation. This was his deepest, most secret desire coming true. He yearned to surrender himself to the man, to let himself be conquered, invaded, possessed. His breath hitched as the finger slowly pushed inside. Aragorn was still licking his ear, making him squirm, and he could feel the man's rock-hard organ pressing insistently into his hip. He was floating on a tide of sensation, and when the finger went deeper and touched that secret place within him that made stars explode beneath his closed eyelids, he no longer knew what his name was or what kind of sounds he was making. He only knew he desperately needed the strong, beautiful man who held him in his arms, and that this man was going to take him. He writhed and rolled his hips as he was being stretched inside, and when he heard Aragorn's husky whisper, telling him how incredibly beautiful he was like this and how unbearably desired, the tide crested with a sudden roar of blood through his veins and he felt himself explode. A hot, hungry mouth covered his own again, swallowing his cries, and before he had time to recover, the man's throbbing shaft was breaching his body. He felt so open and ready now there was almost no pain at all, even though Aragorn filled him deeper than anyone else ever had. Or ever will, he realized with sudden clarity. He lifted his arms and legs and wound them tightly around his lover. Aragorn steadied himself, calming his ragged breathing, and began to move.
The elf felt incredibly tight and burning against him, like liquid fire scorching his very soul. His honest attempts at being slow and gentle with this seemingly fragile creature melted away in the all-consuming heat. He thrust powerfully into the welcoming body, his own lustful groans drowned out by Legolas' louder, more fervent cries. His climax was approaching fast, and he unwound the long, graceful legs from around his waist and slung them over his shoulders, opening Legolas up even further. He braced his hands on either side of the elf's head and pounded into him, his eyes never leaving the moonlit face, contorting in esctasy as he struck the deep pleasure spot again and again. He could feel Legolas' recently spent member hardening once more against his stomach. Not in his wildest dreams had he envisioned the elven prince so passionate... so responsive. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around the silken shaft. Just a few strokes, and already the molten heat of Legolas' body was tightening around him, while the organ in his hand pulsed, pearly liquid splashing onto the smooth chest yet again. Just the sight and feel of it were more than enough... but the accompanying high-pitched wail of esctatic abandon issuing from the elf's graceful throat made Aragorn's release even more intense. He slammed into the contracting channel one last time, throwing his head back as he rode out the rippling waves of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed him, consuming his entire being. Even before the last shudder subsided, he felt strong fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Slick, eager tongue filled his mouth, caressing his own. When he pulled back a long, sweet moment later, still panting, clear blue eyes regarded him with unmistakable wonder, tenderness and devotion. His heart swelled, and he gently disentangled himself from the passionate embrace, only to stretch out exhaustedly upon his back, pulling the elf close, so that the shimmering veil of moonlit tresses fell across his chest. He slowly ran his fingers through them, and heard a soft, blissful sigh, followed by the touch of silky lips upon his neck.
"Will you stay here, in my arms?...", he asked.
"For as long as you wish, Estel", the elf murmured against his skin.
Aragorn smiled, tightening his hold upon his lover.
"Be careful what you promise, Legolas. I might never let you go."
"So be it. I have no desire to be parted from you, now or ever", the elf whispered, taking the man's hand in his own and pressing it firmly against his smooth torso, right over the steady beat of his eternal heart.
Title: Desire
Author: floatingleaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Aragorn has an unexpected night visitor...
Warning: Just a shameless PWP.;)
Feedback: Well, of course. That's why I'm posting this. And it's the first thing I've ever posted, so please be gentle with me... though some constructive criticism is very welcome.
Disclaimer: Of course they don't belong to me, everybody knows who they belong to. No disrespect is meant, no money made etc.
Unbeta'ed.
It should definitely be considered below the dignity of an elven prince to sneak up behind someone else's bedroom door, but Legolas couldn't help himself. He had noticed on the way to his own guest chambers that the door was slightly ajar, and he simply had to take a peek.
The half-drawn curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, while the moonlight sifted through them, casting fluid shadows upon the reclining figure in the bed. The man's eyes were closed, some errant dark strands flung across his face, and he was shifting restlessly in his sleep, moaning softly. Legolas held his breath as a restless hand pushed the covers down, exposing the broad, muscular chest. What wouldn't he give to find himself in those arms!... He had glimpsed the inner fire behind those stormy blue-grey eyes when they rested upon him. He could only imagine that fire consuming him in a passionate embrace, body and soul...
The man seemed to be murmuring softly under his breath. What was he dreaming? Legolas strained his elven hearing. His heart nearly stopped when a string of whispered syllables sounded almost like his name. Could it be?... or was he just imagining...?... He stood breathless, trying to still the pounding of blood in his ears.
"Mmmm... Legolas...", the sleeping man sighed, distinctly now. This was no illusion. The trembling elf slipped into the room, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible. Then he soundlessly removed his clothes, took a deep calming breath and slipped under the covers.
Aragorn sighed ruefully as his pleasant dream faded. He would have given anything at that moment to hold the real elven prince in his arms. He yawned and stretched and... bumped into a naked body lying in bed beside him. A slim, definitely male body, covered by a mantle of long, silky hair. He didn't dare open his eyes, for fear he was still dreaming, but the soft strands fell upon his face, and their fragrance was exactly the same as it had been when he and the elven prince walked through his father's gardens toghether that very afternoon. He tentatively threaded his fingers through the hair and touched a warm cheek.
"Legolas?...", he gasped.
"Yes, Estel... I am here", a quiet, slightly trembling voice answered. Then warm breath ghosted over his ear and the next words were heavy with promise. "'Tis no dream, Estel... I am here. And I burn... just like you do."
Then the silky lips brushed over his own.
Aragorn's heart went wild, and he couldn't speak through the tightness in his throat. He caressed Legolas face, then cradled the back of his head gently as he responded to the kiss. He felt a long, slender leg glide over his thighs, and then Legolas was straddling him, the firm evidence of the elf's arousal coming into tantalizing contact with his own. He let his hands move downwards over the smooth back, until they gripped the slim waist. The elf melted against him, whimpering softly. Passion flared inside the man, and before he even realized what he was doing, he had flipped them over, pinning Legolas down with his full weight. Their kiss deepened as the prince's delicious mouth opened wide to accept Aragorn's questing tongue. The man's hands roamed over the smooth, hairless chest, fingertips brushing against peaked nipples as the elf shuddered beneath him, clutching at his back. The slim, graceful body felt wondrous against him, both soft and hard, strong and yielding, as it undulated in sensuous abandon. Aragorn pushed his hips down hard against Legolas, their weeping arousals sliding wetly against each other as he groaned into the kiss. When they broke for air, the elf threw his head back with a deep, needy moan that set Aragorn on fire. He moved his mouth along the perfect jawline until he reached the delicate pointed ear.
"Will you be mine, Legolas?", he whispered into it, before flicking his tongue playfully against the tip.
The elven beauty arched beneath him with a shuddering gasp.
"Ai, Estel!... I am yours... Claim me now", he breathed.
Aragorn fastened his mouth upon the sensitive ear, tracing its intricate shape with his tongue, while his hand slid down between their bodies to fondle the elf's straining shaft.
Legolas nearly sobbed, shaking all over and thrusting uncontrollably into the man's palm.
Aragorn gave him a few teasing strokes, then let go of his erection and moved his hand lower, delving between the taut buttocks.
When a fingertip brushed against the tight, puckered entrance to his body, the elven prince moved his legs further apart and lifted his hips in invitation. This was his deepest, most secret desire coming true. He yearned to surrender himself to the man, to let himself be conquered, invaded, possessed. His breath hitched as the finger slowly pushed inside. Aragorn was still licking his ear, making him squirm, and he could feel the man's rock-hard organ pressing insistently into his hip. He was floating on a tide of sensation, and when the finger went deeper and touched that secret place within him that made stars explode beneath his closed eyelids, he no longer knew what his name was or what kind of sounds he was making. He only knew he desperately needed the strong, beautiful man who held him in his arms, and that this man was going to take him. He writhed and rolled his hips as he was being stretched inside, and when he heard Aragorn's husky whisper, telling him how incredibly beautiful he was like this and how unbearably desired, the tide crested with a sudden roar of blood through his veins and he felt himself explode. A hot, hungry mouth covered his own again, swallowing his cries, and before he had time to recover, the man's throbbing shaft was breaching his body. He felt so open and ready now there was almost no pain at all, even though Aragorn filled him deeper than anyone else ever had. Or ever will, he realized with sudden clarity. He lifted his arms and legs and wound them tightly around his lover. Aragorn steadied himself, calming his ragged breathing, and began to move.
The elf felt incredibly tight and burning against him, like liquid fire scorching his very soul. His honest attempts at being slow and gentle with this seemingly fragile creature melted away in the all-consuming heat. He thrust powerfully into the welcoming body, his own lustful groans drowned out by Legolas' louder, more fervent cries. His climax was approaching fast, and he unwound the long, graceful legs from around his waist and slung them over his shoulders, opening Legolas up even further. He braced his hands on either side of the elf's head and pounded into him, his eyes never leaving the moonlit face, contorting in esctasy as he struck the deep pleasure spot again and again. He could feel Legolas' recently spent member hardening once more against his stomach. Not in his wildest dreams had he envisioned the elven prince so passionate... so responsive. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around the silken shaft. Just a few strokes, and already the molten heat of Legolas' body was tightening around him, while the organ in his hand pulsed, pearly liquid splashing onto the smooth chest yet again. Just the sight and feel of it were more than enough... but the accompanying high-pitched wail of esctatic abandon issuing from the elf's graceful throat made Aragorn's release even more intense. He slammed into the contracting channel one last time, throwing his head back as he rode out the rippling waves of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed him, consuming his entire being. Even before the last shudder subsided, he felt strong fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Slick, eager tongue filled his mouth, caressing his own. When he pulled back a long, sweet moment later, still panting, clear blue eyes regarded him with unmistakable wonder, tenderness and devotion. His heart swelled, and he gently disentangled himself from the passionate embrace, only to stretch out exhaustedly upon his back, pulling the elf close, so that the shimmering veil of moonlit tresses fell across his chest. He slowly ran his fingers through them, and heard a soft, blissful sigh, followed by the touch of silky lips upon his neck.
"Will you stay here, in my arms?...", he asked.
"For as long as you wish, Estel", the elf murmured against his skin.
Aragorn smiled, tightening his hold upon his lover.
"Be careful what you promise, Legolas. I might never let you go."
"So be it. I have no desire to be parted from you, now or ever", the elf whispered, taking the man's hand in his own and pressing it firmly against his smooth torso, right over the steady beat of his eternal heart.
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Date: 2005-02-19 03:55 pm (UTC)Damn...thats good. Its been ages since I read an A/L!
*applauds*
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Date: 2005-02-19 04:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-02-19 08:38 pm (UTC)I feel a pimping coming on.
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Date: 2005-02-19 10:17 pm (UTC)I seem to recall someone saying that feedback was better than sex. And I think I'm starting to understand what they meant...;)))
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Date: 2005-02-20 03:16 am (UTC)*adopts you*
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Date: 2005-02-20 10:43 am (UTC)*big hugs*
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:07 pm (UTC)May I friend you so I can read your other fics as you write more (you are going to write more, aren't you?)
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Date: 2005-02-19 10:35 pm (UTC)Of course you may friend me, but I can't promise "other fics" any time soon. This was just an experiment. There may be another one some time, since right now I feel greatly encouraged, but as you certainly know, writing requires time and concentration, and lately I seem to lack both. I'll think about it though. And I won't be so shy anymore, should inspiration strike again...;)
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:08 pm (UTC)I don`t read A/L very often, but that was hot.
Loved it :)
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:09 pm (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2005-02-19 10:46 pm (UTC)O_O
Date: 2005-02-19 10:15 pm (UTC)Re: O_O
Date: 2005-02-19 10:51 pm (UTC)Re: O_O
Date: 2005-02-19 10:52 pm (UTC)Re: O_O
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Date: 2010-03-14 03:06 am (UTC)Your writing is so fucking awesome that I wanna cry, though that doesn´t really seem like the perfect thing to do while reading a thing like this but I trust that you know what I mean.
i love that L is peeking..?
um.. scratch that... i am feeling a bit dizzy already by the first stanza.
Where have u been all my life?????
*has heart-falling-into-stomach-moment or maybe heart-rising-all-way-to-brain*
(fuck, I need more synapses!)
(Coherency is my middle name)
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:22 am (UTC)I think I do. <3333333
Where have u been all my life?????
The feeling is mutual. We are like brain-twins or something. *attaches herself to your sparkly awesomeness*
And coherency is overrated.:P
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Date: 2010-03-14 12:40 pm (UTC)brain-twins it is!! *HIGHPITCH-SQUEEAGE*
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