two new A/L drabbles!!!
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floatingleafMy drabble muses are back in full swing! Yay!!! I just produced two companion A/L pieces, the longer one 500 words exactly (not sure if it's still a drabble, but since I took the trouble to count the words, I am assuming it is ;). And I admit I am quite pleased with how they turned out.:)
Plus, I have just grabbed some nice new icons (new for this journal, at any rate, though I have seen them around) - VERY suitable for the topic.:) Made by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hazyshade_.
Author: Floating Leaf
Title: Moonlit wonder
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: R
Summary: Both elf and ranger are quite overwhelmed by the intensity of their feelings for each other... Aragorn's POV - 500 words.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me.
His body glows in the moonlight. The silvery mantle of hair, now unbraided, fans out across the pillows. One arm flung carelessly to the side, the other stretched above his head, legs relaxed and slightly parted in his repose, he presents a picture so alluring that my heart nearly bursts from the sudden intensity of desire. From the inexplicable wonder of beholding him like this. So magical, so unearthly... and yet so close, so accessible. Open. Inviting. Waiting for me.
I approach on tiptoe, holding my breath. He looks up, lifting those impossibly long lashes, and smiles. Then he moves slightly to the side and extends a hand. I hardly dare touch the moonlit fingers, until they twine themselves tightly over my palm and pull me towards him.
"Come here, now", he murmurs in that sleepy, husky voice that never fails to send shivers down my spine. I gently lower myself to the bed beside him, and then he is in my arms, clinging, embracing, sighing and humming in contentment as he winds his long limbs around me. I dissolve in complete, utter bliss. He rubs himself against me, sinking his fingers into my hair. I can feel him getting aroused, breathing harder, then moaning softly as I clutch at his body, my parted lips blindly seeking his mouth. We fuse together as much as we can, disregarding the need for air, until I am suddenly on top of him, panting raggedly and rolling my hips. He throws his head back and spreads his silky thighs wider, nails digging into my backside.
"Aii!... Aragorn...", he moans breathlessly, moving beneath me like liquid silver. He is so beautiful I fear I might go blind if I keep seeing him like this. I certainly do not deserve it. And yet, as though he were reading my thoughts, he suddenly pulls my head down and whispers right into my ear between his throaty moans, his voice thick with arousal: "No one ever... like this... so much... I'd rather die... with you... now... than live forever... not knowing... how it could be... Aiii!..."
And then he is shuddering through his release, even though I haven't yet started making love to him in a proper fashion. He falls back against the pillows with a surprised laugh, despite the sudden wet glimmer in his eyes.
"Have you ever seen such an uncommonly excitable elf?", he asks, his tone far too deep and emotional for the light-hearted question.
I have no words to say to this - not that I could utter them anyway, past the overwhelming tightness in my throat and chest. He knows. He is always the one who talks during our lovemaking, while I am too submerged in a sea of raw emotion to muster the power of speech. He is not troubled by that. He can read me like an open book anyway... and when his long fingers gently brush against my wet cheek, bringing the saltiness to his lips - I know he understands.
Author: Floating Leaf
Title: Confessions
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: PG
Summary: Legolas' take on the relationship - 200 words exactly.
Disclaimer: As above.
I never knew he could smile so beautifully, until we became lovers. He was the grim ranger, always brooding, always stewing with his dark, gloomy thoughts - interrupted only by casting wistful glances in my direction. I didn't miss those glances, though at first I hardly dared believe their meaning. I thought he truly loved the Evenstar.
Until I overheard him talking to Halbarad, saying with a heavy sigh that he wasn't free to follow his heart. Then I knew. And I came to him, offering all the comfort and understanding he so direly needed. Offering myself - body and soul... to wherever it may lead. He cried in my arms like a baby, confessing all his deepest desires that I was only too happy to fulfill. He showed me passion I never knew existed. He held me to his chest for many long hours, allowing me to drown blissfully in the stormy depths of his eyes - and I had never felt so precious before.
Now he is strong and hopeful, ready to face whatever fate may bring... And he smiles that beautiful smile that lights up his darkly handsome features like a thousand suns. He smiles it every day. For me.
Plus, I have just grabbed some nice new icons (new for this journal, at any rate, though I have seen them around) - VERY suitable for the topic.:) Made by
hazyshade_. Author: Floating Leaf
Title: Moonlit wonder
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: R
Summary: Both elf and ranger are quite overwhelmed by the intensity of their feelings for each other... Aragorn's POV - 500 words.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me.
His body glows in the moonlight. The silvery mantle of hair, now unbraided, fans out across the pillows. One arm flung carelessly to the side, the other stretched above his head, legs relaxed and slightly parted in his repose, he presents a picture so alluring that my heart nearly bursts from the sudden intensity of desire. From the inexplicable wonder of beholding him like this. So magical, so unearthly... and yet so close, so accessible. Open. Inviting. Waiting for me.
I approach on tiptoe, holding my breath. He looks up, lifting those impossibly long lashes, and smiles. Then he moves slightly to the side and extends a hand. I hardly dare touch the moonlit fingers, until they twine themselves tightly over my palm and pull me towards him.
"Come here, now", he murmurs in that sleepy, husky voice that never fails to send shivers down my spine. I gently lower myself to the bed beside him, and then he is in my arms, clinging, embracing, sighing and humming in contentment as he winds his long limbs around me. I dissolve in complete, utter bliss. He rubs himself against me, sinking his fingers into my hair. I can feel him getting aroused, breathing harder, then moaning softly as I clutch at his body, my parted lips blindly seeking his mouth. We fuse together as much as we can, disregarding the need for air, until I am suddenly on top of him, panting raggedly and rolling my hips. He throws his head back and spreads his silky thighs wider, nails digging into my backside.
"Aii!... Aragorn...", he moans breathlessly, moving beneath me like liquid silver. He is so beautiful I fear I might go blind if I keep seeing him like this. I certainly do not deserve it. And yet, as though he were reading my thoughts, he suddenly pulls my head down and whispers right into my ear between his throaty moans, his voice thick with arousal: "No one ever... like this... so much... I'd rather die... with you... now... than live forever... not knowing... how it could be... Aiii!..."
And then he is shuddering through his release, even though I haven't yet started making love to him in a proper fashion. He falls back against the pillows with a surprised laugh, despite the sudden wet glimmer in his eyes.
"Have you ever seen such an uncommonly excitable elf?", he asks, his tone far too deep and emotional for the light-hearted question.
I have no words to say to this - not that I could utter them anyway, past the overwhelming tightness in my throat and chest. He knows. He is always the one who talks during our lovemaking, while I am too submerged in a sea of raw emotion to muster the power of speech. He is not troubled by that. He can read me like an open book anyway... and when his long fingers gently brush against my wet cheek, bringing the saltiness to his lips - I know he understands.
Author: Floating Leaf
Title: Confessions
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: PG
Summary: Legolas' take on the relationship - 200 words exactly.
Disclaimer: As above.
I never knew he could smile so beautifully, until we became lovers. He was the grim ranger, always brooding, always stewing with his dark, gloomy thoughts - interrupted only by casting wistful glances in my direction. I didn't miss those glances, though at first I hardly dared believe their meaning. I thought he truly loved the Evenstar.
Until I overheard him talking to Halbarad, saying with a heavy sigh that he wasn't free to follow his heart. Then I knew. And I came to him, offering all the comfort and understanding he so direly needed. Offering myself - body and soul... to wherever it may lead. He cried in my arms like a baby, confessing all his deepest desires that I was only too happy to fulfill. He showed me passion I never knew existed. He held me to his chest for many long hours, allowing me to drown blissfully in the stormy depths of his eyes - and I had never felt so precious before.
Now he is strong and hopeful, ready to face whatever fate may bring... And he smiles that beautiful smile that lights up his darkly handsome features like a thousand suns. He smiles it every day. For me.
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Date: 2005-10-30 09:08 pm (UTC)