One Night in Dunharrow

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Summary: Legolas awakens next to his lover and prepares to leave for the Paths of the Dead. PWP

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Legolas awoke slowly, aware of the warm weight lying across his chest and he smiled. Last night wasn’t a dream. It was all real and she was here, curled up next to him, her soft hair spilling over his chest and her arm draped loosely over his lean abdomen.

He gently stroked her hair, wanting to wake her so they could continue their lovemaking session yet reluctant to disturb her peaceful sleep. They would not have much time today. He and the others would be leaving for the Paths of the Dead.

As if on cue, she stirred and let out a small sigh.

“Good morning, little one,” Legolas said softly and squeezed her tightly, nuzzling her hair.

She smiled up at him, her cheek red from lying against his chest and her eyes still half closed with sleep. He found her completely and utterly charming. Tenderly, he brushed a stray hair from her face as she continued to struggle awake.

He watched her amorously, knowing that once she was fully awake, she would be all he could handle. The thought made him grin with anticipation.

Leisurely her small hand ran over his exposed skin, delicately tracing the outline of his muscles as he quivered from her gentle touch. He wanted her again. He was already growing hard at the thought of sliding into her. He reached out and stroked her breast, pinching the nipple.

The blankets rustled as she shifted next to him and sat up. Her eyes ran over his lean form, taking in every curve of muscle while her fingers continued to lightly trace over his flawless skin. He smiled as he watched her. Slowly, carefully, her hand ran down his firm thigh and she pulled the sheet back to expose him completely to her.

She grinned at the sight of his beautiful naked body laid out before her. She wanted to touch him all over. He was absolutely exquisite. She knew he would be leaving soon and this might be the last time they would be together so she wanted to remember everything about him.

She leaned over him, breathing in his smell and slowly began kissing his firm abdomen and nipping his thighs as her hands continued to roam over every inch of his exposed flesh. Legolas sighed in pleasure. Her touch was like a tonic to him and he craved it. He would carry the memory of the previous night and this morning into every battle with him as a shield against the horrors of war.

Slowly she kissed her way to his throat and he moaned as she first nipped then kissed and licked his tender flesh. All the while her hands continued to stroke and caress him. Selfishly he lay there, enjoying her touch and never wanting to leave her bed.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered in his ear before sliding her tongue along the outside of it.

Legolas shivered involuntarily and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her on top of him. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest and he gazed deeply into her eyes. She was his now. And he wanted her again. He pulled her up over his body, enjoying the feel of her velvety skin on his, and kissed her. Gently at first and then more urgently as he felt the now familiar stir in his loins.

She wiggled against him, making him even more aroused and she slid her tongue into his mouth, delicately probing for his tongue. He moaned in his throat and ran his elegant hands over her naked back, stopping to squeeze her firm bottom.

“Legolas,” she whispered, touching her nose to his.

He nuzzled her neck as her hands tangled in his thick platinum hair and she shivered against him. He could feel her hard nipples pressing against him and he ran one hand slowly between her thighs, searching for her wetness.

She squirmed and giggled into his neck, nipping at him as his fingers found what he had been searching for. He stroked her with his fingers as his tongue slid into her yielding mouth. She moaned and pulled on his hair as she returned his kiss.

Slowly, she slid up to straddle his waist, never breaking their intimate kiss. Legolas shifted under her, anxious to get inside of her again. When she slid back onto him taking him into her wet heat, he groaned into her mouth and thrust his hips up to meet her.

“Why so anxious, young one?” She asked, nipping the sensitive point of his ear.

He cupped one of her firm breasts in his hand and squeezed. “I want inside you!” He breathed.

She chuckled softly. “Yes, I like having you inside me.” Her soft lips moved over his throat and to his chest, kissing or licking every spot she could reach as her hands ran over his sides.

She sat up and began to grind her hips against him. He gasped as he slid even deeper into her and grasped her thighs to help her move against him. He watched the myriad of emotions play over her face as she pleasured herself against him.

Her hands squeezed his muscular thighs and she slipped one hand behind her back to stroke his balls. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the pleasure she was giving him.

“Sit up,” she murmured. “But don’t go wild on me like you did before,” she giggled.

He grinned and sat up, cradling her bottom in his hands as she continued to grind against him. She smoothed his sweat soaked hair over his shoulder and bit him where his neck and shoulder met, causing him to moan softly and squeeze her tighter.

“You feel so good, Legolas,” she breathed into his ear. “So good inside of me. Filling me.”

“Don’t say anymore,” he begged.

“Why?” She whispered, running her fingernails lightly over his back and kissing his tender neck between questions. “Don’t you like it? Don’t you like me telling you how good you feel inside of me? How you fill me up? How my body aches for you?”

He stifled her teasing voice by shoving his tongue in her mouth and crushing her tightly to him. No! He did not want to hear it! It drove him even madder with desire for her. Knowing that she wanted him – wanted him inside of her as much as he wanted to be there. Hearing her voice telling him what he longed to hear as her body thrust against his driving her farther onto his hard shaft was nearly too much for him to take!

She pulled away and leaned back on her hands, keeping her legs wrapped tightly around him. Her body stretched out before him, arching her back and thrusting her breasts upward. She smiled seductively as she continued to grind against his pelvis. His eyes drank in every curve of her body while his hands caressed her soft breasts.

He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close, lowering his head and teasing her nipples with his tongue. She hissed with pleasure and squirmed against him, hands grasping his hair. He was determined to make this last as long as she wanted. He wanted it to last as well. Who knew when he would be able to slide into her again?

“I want on top of you,” he whispered huskily. He wanted to remember riding her as she lay helplessly beneath him, writhing and moaning with pleasure.

“Then take me,” she answered.

They rolled over in an organized tangle of limbs and Legolas drove himself deeply into her, enjoying the feel of her body undulating under him and her soft moans of satisfaction. Stretching his legs out, he flattened himself completely against her, wanting to feel every inch of her under him. His hands stroked her sides and he gently kissed her, lightly licking her lips.

He wiggled against her and smiled. She responded by wrapping her legs around him and pushing her pelvis up to him. She wanted to feel him pump against her.

“You know what I want, Legolas,” she murmured. “Hard. I want you to ride me hard. Fill me up like I know you can. Make me scream.”

She did not need to tell him twice. Spurred on by her moans and gasps, he plunged himself deep into her over and over until she began to sweat and cry out. His body begged for release but he refused to give in. He would not give in until she was satisfied.

He buried his face into her neck, tasting her sweat and hearing her ragged breaths in his ear. She was hovering on the verge and it took every ounce of his self-control to keep himself from coming before her. He closed his eyes against the overwhelming physical pleasure that was humming through his body until he felt her contract against his aching shaft then cry out his name as she climaxed.

Desperately, he drove himself into her as he jammed his tongue in her mouth. He was filling her completely and utterly, taking over her senses, demanding every bit of strength she had and she felt as if she would pass out from the sensation.

His body quivered and he moaned into her mouth as he convulsed against her, filling her with his liquid warmth. He gasped with relief. Very nearly tired from the physical exertion and the mental control, he collapsed against her, still shaking involuntarily with the last of his orgasm.

Her arms wrapped around him tightly and they lay there until he felt her breathing grow labored from his weight but he did not want to pull out of her. He wanted to remain in her as long as physically possible.

“Legolas,” she murmured, stroking his damp hair. “Do you still promise that we will go away and be naked forever when this is over?”

He grinned up at her. “Absolutely.”

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