Birthday/Boromir ficlet
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archetHappy Birthday ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wiseheart!
Just a note: I waffled a little on the rating here, because I don't believe it's awfully graphic, but for me writing it felt really, really intimate. And someting else, I'm really am happy with this because it happened quite suddenly out of something else that just wasn't working and I love it when that happens. Not my usual pairing butwiseheart I hope you enjoy! ;D
Title: Flame
Author: Archet
Pairing: Elladan/Boromir
Rating: R-nc17ish
Summary: the give and take, the touch of a lover, and of the loved.
Disclaimer: these characters are not mine, I did not create them I only made this ficlet.
Note: this fic is based on the lovely relationshipwiseheart has created in one of her Boromir series’ Seal On My Heart where Boromir survives Amon Hen and is loved by Elladan. Written for wiseheart's birthday.
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated!
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My hand smoothing over your skin, my fingers trailing down your neck, your chest, and it is my touch, lover to lover, that I give you. You move restlessly beneath me, and ah, my beautiful restless man, forever so impatient. Your bare sweating body gleams golden beneath the light of the candle flame, and feels nearly as hot to the touch. You are flame, golden and brilliant, bright and burning as our bodies slide together, and this-this-this is what you give to me. This desperate restless movement, these beautiful moans, my name, and you make it a beautiful name, trembling upon your kiss bruised mouth.
I join to you, becoming part of you and oh, my beloved, my hands do not cease to touch, to give, to take. There are no words that can speak to the unbreakable love that has forged itself inside me, that I hold for you and that I give to you even as I take you. My beautiful restless Boromir, feel me now, sheathed deep inside and know I love you as I have never loved the sun or the moon or the spring that brings new hope out of the ragged winter. I love you in a manner that I was never taught but that is simply part of me, that was simply inside of me and waiting for that blessed day where I saw you for the first time, where my love breathed its first breath in my heart.
You are beautiful like this, so unconcerned that I might hurt you in body or spirit, for you know I will not. You are beautiful like this, beneath me, of me, trusting me. You. Are. Beautiful. Once, you would not have had such words from me but you take them now, and your eyes are as candle flames, gleaming, so bright, and I know that it is love that burns within, that you are showing me. I know it and I hear it for your voice, ragged from our long hours of lovemaking, shouts it with every moan, speaks it to me in a language only we two can understand.
I hear, I see, I feel it and suddenly the force of it blinds me and gripped by the pure pleasure of the knowing, I cry out your name.
Boromir!
It is not until I find myself as having collapsed upon your chest that you finally give me the actual words, breathlessly, “My Elf, my Elladan, how I love you.”
I roll away only to pull you close, and how hot you still feel against me, my ever burning flame. Taking your face in my hands I kiss your temple, your eyes, your mouth, giving you the touch of my lips, taking the taste of you onto them. “I know, my love, and I love you, as always.”
You give me a sleepy, satisfied smile, and I know I would die for this smile alone. You shift against me, and I wrap you in my arms, smiling myself as you tuck your head against my shoulder. We two, so unlikely yet so meant, and death itself cannot take you from me now. I know it. We are too much a part of one another to be so parted.
It was love that I gave you, and now it is that which I take from you and so together we will love and be loved.
“As always,” I whisper again against your tangled hair that is dark with sweat. I hold you tight, safe against me and I’m still smiling for the dawn is far from now, and soon you will be restless again, my beautiful, impatient Boromir.
wiseheart! Just a note: I waffled a little on the rating here, because I don't believe it's awfully graphic, but for me writing it felt really, really intimate. And someting else, I'm really am happy with this because it happened quite suddenly out of something else that just wasn't working and I love it when that happens. Not my usual pairing but
wiseheart I hope you enjoy! ;DTitle: Flame
Author: Archet
Pairing: Elladan/Boromir
Rating: R-nc17ish
Summary: the give and take, the touch of a lover, and of the loved.
Disclaimer: these characters are not mine, I did not create them I only made this ficlet.
Note: this fic is based on the lovely relationship
wiseheart has created in one of her Boromir series’ Seal On My Heart where Boromir survives Amon Hen and is loved by Elladan. Written for wiseheart's birthday.Feedback: welcomed and appreciated!
~:~**~:~
My hand smoothing over your skin, my fingers trailing down your neck, your chest, and it is my touch, lover to lover, that I give you. You move restlessly beneath me, and ah, my beautiful restless man, forever so impatient. Your bare sweating body gleams golden beneath the light of the candle flame, and feels nearly as hot to the touch. You are flame, golden and brilliant, bright and burning as our bodies slide together, and this-this-this is what you give to me. This desperate restless movement, these beautiful moans, my name, and you make it a beautiful name, trembling upon your kiss bruised mouth.
I join to you, becoming part of you and oh, my beloved, my hands do not cease to touch, to give, to take. There are no words that can speak to the unbreakable love that has forged itself inside me, that I hold for you and that I give to you even as I take you. My beautiful restless Boromir, feel me now, sheathed deep inside and know I love you as I have never loved the sun or the moon or the spring that brings new hope out of the ragged winter. I love you in a manner that I was never taught but that is simply part of me, that was simply inside of me and waiting for that blessed day where I saw you for the first time, where my love breathed its first breath in my heart.
You are beautiful like this, so unconcerned that I might hurt you in body or spirit, for you know I will not. You are beautiful like this, beneath me, of me, trusting me. You. Are. Beautiful. Once, you would not have had such words from me but you take them now, and your eyes are as candle flames, gleaming, so bright, and I know that it is love that burns within, that you are showing me. I know it and I hear it for your voice, ragged from our long hours of lovemaking, shouts it with every moan, speaks it to me in a language only we two can understand.
I hear, I see, I feel it and suddenly the force of it blinds me and gripped by the pure pleasure of the knowing, I cry out your name.
Boromir!
It is not until I find myself as having collapsed upon your chest that you finally give me the actual words, breathlessly, “My Elf, my Elladan, how I love you.”
I roll away only to pull you close, and how hot you still feel against me, my ever burning flame. Taking your face in my hands I kiss your temple, your eyes, your mouth, giving you the touch of my lips, taking the taste of you onto them. “I know, my love, and I love you, as always.”
You give me a sleepy, satisfied smile, and I know I would die for this smile alone. You shift against me, and I wrap you in my arms, smiling myself as you tuck your head against my shoulder. We two, so unlikely yet so meant, and death itself cannot take you from me now. I know it. We are too much a part of one another to be so parted.
It was love that I gave you, and now it is that which I take from you and so together we will love and be loved.
“As always,” I whisper again against your tangled hair that is dark with sweat. I hold you tight, safe against me and I’m still smiling for the dawn is far from now, and soon you will be restless again, my beautiful, impatient Boromir.
