Secrets Between Worlds

Author's note.. titles begining with T.. ah the amusement..

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Lena rolled onto her back, stretching her arms above her head. Opening her eyes led her to two conclusions: Aragorn was no longer in the bed, and not only was Legolas still very much in the bed, her rolling had placed his draped arm into very interesting positioning. In his state of feigned sleep, Legolas smirked and began running his fingertips along the flat skin below Lena's bellybutton. If Lena had believed his act to begin with, the sham was up when he began placing featherlight kisses up and down her arm.

While Legolas had been worn out by Aragorn long before Lena had arrived that morning, it was obvious that the sleep had given his a renewed strength and desire. Legolas shifted his bodyllinlling half way on top of Lena, so that her leg lay between his, the renewed desire testified by the stirring arousal which pressed against her thigh. Legolas trailed the butterfly kisses across her shoulder, to her neck and the skin above her brests, determined to pay her the attention he'd left out previously. He took her left breast into his hand, kneading it softly as he kissed and sucked at the skin surrounding her right nipple. He ignored the nipple until he heard a soft noise from Lena. Taking his cue, he licked at her nipple before drawing it between his teeth, gently pulling at the sensitive flesh. When he was thoroughly satisfied with the taught peek, he shifted his body to cover more of hers, so that he could pay the same attention to her left nipple. His fingertips resumed their attentions on his right breast, keeping the tiny nub alert.

Legolas moved so he was effectively straddling her body and sat back on his haunches, admiring his work. He placed his hands, just below her breasts, running them down her sides until he reached her thighs. he slide his hands inside, as far as he could go without moving his own body, and brought them back up, delicately drawing designers with his pointer fingers as the fingertips ghosted over her bikini line and back up toward her hips. He was enjoying taking in her sight, her feel. She was the first human woman he'd ever known in this sense, and he was getting the idea that they were quite enjoyable. He brought his hands back up finally to her breasts, plucking once more at the taught nipples.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips gently to hers, sliding his tongue along the crease of her lips, seeking entry. She opened her lips to his willingly, licking his tongue with her own as it swept deeply into her mouth. Lena wanted to be a more active participant, but she felt as though her arms were glued to the bed. That didn't bother Legolasugh,ugh, he was content to show her his idea of love making. When he broke the kiss, the need in their eyes was evident, causing him to simply smirk and begin another trail of butterfly kisses.

The trail of delicate kisses trailed down, between her breasts - a kiss on each as he made his way down. He kissed down, past her bellybutton and down the flat plane of skin which led to the joint of her legs. Applying slight pressure, he ran his tongue between the folds of flesh which guarded his goal. He took every sound or slight movement she made as a signal, dipping his tongue deep inside to taste. He continued licking, gently, dipping inside once every few strokes until her moans and sighs had him at a point where he could barely afford to waste time.

Slowly, he pulhimshimself up the length of her body, the friction of his erection against her pliant flesh causing a lightness in his head. Finally, they were eye to eye again. Both breathing in labored pants, he leaned down close to her ear. "what do you want.." he brought his lips to her ear, kissing his way back to her mouth as he waited for her answer. Finally able to move her hands the way she wished, she brought one hand up, grabbing Legolas by his hair and pulling him into a deeply impassioned kiss. She slipped her other hand through the narrow spof tof their bodies, aided by the sweat with slicked their skin. She wrapped her fingers around his length, squeezing softly.

Lena wasn't about to break the dueling kiss to speak, but Legolas took her gesture as his answer and slide his knees under himself just enoug tha that he could get a good angle over her. He pulled away from her mouth only long enough to take a long breath before plunging his tongue back into her mouth, as he pistoned his hips down and entered his with one long motion. He swallowed her gasp with a chuckle as they continued they mad, furious kisses. Still wanting to take this slowly, he hels his hips still as long as he could before he started to see spots in his vision. Lena wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his body as he began long, deep thrusts, still trying to draw it out. Lena rocked her hips up to meet his, urging him on. Lena broke the kiss and sought out the skin of his neck instead, sucking at the skin, focusing most of her attention to the movements of her hips, trying to throw off his concentration and hurry him up. Legolas couldn't help but chuckle as Lena continued to try and rush him. He'd drawn it out enough for one day he supposed.

He slid his hands down, grabbing her hips as leverage as he quickened the thrusts, realizing he wasn't going to last much longer and still wanted her to go first. The room rang with the slap of skin against skin and moans and growls, but the world almost seemed to slow as he almost completely withdrew before slamming down hard, releasing his seed into her as her muscles spasmed, trying to hold on for dear life. The harmony of voices was surely heard throughout most of Rivendell. Her internal muscles continued trying to cling on, even after he was dry, fighting to hold his own weight up.

It was only out of necessity that he pulled himself from her body, collapsing onto the bed next to her, murmering her name like a mantra. He somehow found her arm and twined his fingers with hers, squeezing gently.

Lena on the other hand was still reeling. He was.. that was.. if sex with elves was always that great, she was taking one home with her. She curled into his body, missing the warmth as soon as it had left.

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Aragorn had left that morning to see to business, but had recently returned to his room, which shared a wall with Legolas'. He knew how the two felt about eachother and thought they should get some alone time. Now, he couldn't help but chuckle as the two howled at the top of their lungs, not that Legolas hadn't brought that out in him many times.

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".. but most of the party was alright, Elladan is well trained even on his own.." Aragorn's voice drifted to Lena in her sleep. Aragorn sat in a chair near the bedside speaking with Legolas who was perched on tdge dge of the bed. "Do we know who was injured in the fight?" Lena opened her eyes slowly, able to see Aragorn on the other side of Legolas, nodding in response to the elf's question. "Like I said, only a few.. who knows what the outcome would have been if the two had not fought together." Lena understood what they were saying, there had been a fight and someone of their was injured. "Ada thought, Legolas, that since the healers are busy with the worst, that you might be willing to entertain a friend, while he is not yet on his feet. He thought perhaps Lena might enjoy it aswell." Lena could tell that Legolas' attention was now peaked, what friend of his had been injured. "Who Aragorn?" Aragorn rose, smirking at Legolas. "Haldir."