Ficlet for wiseheart! Happy Birthday! :)
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Hope you don't mind me borrowing your fellas again. Hope you enjoy! *g*
Title: Fire and Beauty
Author: Archet
Pairing: Elladan/Boromir
Rating: N C & 17
Disclaimer: I did not originate nor create these characters, only this ficlet.
Summary: Elladan takes what is so freely, joyfully offered.
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated.
Note: for
wiseheart’s birthday.
~*~
His spine arches, hips lifting hungrily from the bed as I take what is so freely, so joyfully offered. My Boromir, my Beloved, and in all the years I have known, he is the finest instrument I have ever held in my hands. His hair, so tangled, fans across the pillow. His eyes glitter like jewels, heated from within by fire. He is fire, and burns me nightly. He burns me now.
“Aye, my love, show me all,” it is my panted demand and he yields willingly, filling my heart with joy at witnessing his joy.
He reaches for me, demanding more and I cannot help but grin as I ride harder, delving deeper. Each thrust wins a new rough cry, and I speed my spear, plunging into his fire, gasping with wonder in the face of his beauty. He is everything. I hold everything in my hands, and the sweet searing clench of his inner places wrings a cry from mine own lips.
“Yes, like that, my love! So beautiful . . . ”
He bucks, body bowing, fair skin flushed, shining with sweat as he answers, “Elladan!”
I cannot contain myself, and though Elf I may be, and possessing a patience longer than his own fashioned as it is by so, so many years, I simply cannot hold myself in hand no matter how dearly I wish to stroke him with my spear and listen forever to his pleasure. I do not still inside him, but arrow deeper and deeper, reveling in the way my love takes it all, all I can give. My strong, beautiful Boromir. His hands close down upon me and I hold him close, I hold his gaze as he gives me his most intimate embrace, his sweet tight heat clamping down so gloriously as he shudders and moans, draws forth such bliss from me.
It is all I can withstand, and with one great thrust, I seat myself deep within, and now it is his hands that hold as I shudder and cry out, his name tumbling from my lips as I mark him as mine own, deep inside. “Boromir!”
My spine arches, hips pushing him down into the bed, taking what is so freely, so beautifully offered. His body. His heart. His love. Coming to rest against him, his arms tighten, holding me close and I murmur Elvish words against his heated slick skin.
It is not until much later, as we two lie twined together, sated and sleepy that he asks, curious, and that I answer, “I said that you are mine, my ever burning fire, and no other’s. I said that you are my endlessly beautiful Boromir.”
His smile is bright and hot, shines like fire, and he burns me even as I reach for him.
Title: Fire and Beauty
Author: Archet
Pairing: Elladan/Boromir
Rating: N C & 17
Disclaimer: I did not originate nor create these characters, only this ficlet.
Summary: Elladan takes what is so freely, joyfully offered.
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated.
Note: for
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~*~
His spine arches, hips lifting hungrily from the bed as I take what is so freely, so joyfully offered. My Boromir, my Beloved, and in all the years I have known, he is the finest instrument I have ever held in my hands. His hair, so tangled, fans across the pillow. His eyes glitter like jewels, heated from within by fire. He is fire, and burns me nightly. He burns me now.
“Aye, my love, show me all,” it is my panted demand and he yields willingly, filling my heart with joy at witnessing his joy.
He reaches for me, demanding more and I cannot help but grin as I ride harder, delving deeper. Each thrust wins a new rough cry, and I speed my spear, plunging into his fire, gasping with wonder in the face of his beauty. He is everything. I hold everything in my hands, and the sweet searing clench of his inner places wrings a cry from mine own lips.
“Yes, like that, my love! So beautiful . . . ”
He bucks, body bowing, fair skin flushed, shining with sweat as he answers, “Elladan!”
I cannot contain myself, and though Elf I may be, and possessing a patience longer than his own fashioned as it is by so, so many years, I simply cannot hold myself in hand no matter how dearly I wish to stroke him with my spear and listen forever to his pleasure. I do not still inside him, but arrow deeper and deeper, reveling in the way my love takes it all, all I can give. My strong, beautiful Boromir. His hands close down upon me and I hold him close, I hold his gaze as he gives me his most intimate embrace, his sweet tight heat clamping down so gloriously as he shudders and moans, draws forth such bliss from me.
It is all I can withstand, and with one great thrust, I seat myself deep within, and now it is his hands that hold as I shudder and cry out, his name tumbling from my lips as I mark him as mine own, deep inside. “Boromir!”
My spine arches, hips pushing him down into the bed, taking what is so freely, so beautifully offered. His body. His heart. His love. Coming to rest against him, his arms tighten, holding me close and I murmur Elvish words against his heated slick skin.
It is not until much later, as we two lie twined together, sated and sleepy that he asks, curious, and that I answer, “I said that you are mine, my ever burning fire, and no other’s. I said that you are my endlessly beautiful Boromir.”
His smile is bright and hot, shines like fire, and he burns me even as I reach for him.
Wow! Thank you!
Date: 2006-10-10 03:33 pm (UTC)Thank you for the gift. :))
Re: Wow! Thank you!
Date: 2006-10-14 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-10 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-14 06:03 am (UTC)I'm so honoured!
Date: 2006-11-13 02:55 pm (UTC)Anyway, I've posted a short Elladan/Boromir vignette to
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Date: 2006-11-22 09:50 am (UTC)