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Cherries-and-Honey revenge at Midnight
A/N: Whoot! My first femslash. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Don't sue me. Thanks. ;)
Cherries-and-Honey revenge at Midnight
Arwen was annoyed, and as a matter of fact, so was Eowyn. A lethal combination when the two most powerful ladies in all of Gondor were but their feelings were directly due to their husbands. Both ladies feigned ignorance when their husbands crawled into bed smelling like sex, but the fact that they were both sleeping with each other was a bit irksome.
Delicately, the elvish lady set her embroidery down and sighed, "We must do something about them, Éowyn." She said suddenly.
Éowyn, who had been thinking about that exact matter nodded, "I think so too, sister. But what can we do? They are powerful men, and we are but women." She grinned, suddenly thinking , "Ah but as my mother once told me, behind every powerful man, there is a woman."
Licking her lips, Arwen shifted to the edge of her chair and grinned as a great idea dawned, "I have a good idea, sister. I have a very, very good idea."
"What?"
Arwen leaned over and whispered in the shield maiden's ear and she hung onto every word.
**
Aragorn took the letter and read it,
‘Meet me in the top room, the west wing tower-you know the one at midnight.'
kin king grinned and dropped the letter into the fireplace. Glancing at the clock on the mantel, it was now 10:30. How could he wait? Settling down on his chair, Aragorn sat with his chin leaning against his steepled fingers and waiting, after all, waiting was his best game.
**
Faramir smiled fondly, running his thumb of the spidery black script.
‘Meet me in the top room, the west wing tower-you know the one at midnight.'
The steward's smile grew wider as he set the corner of the letter over a candle and watched the flame catch. He looked at the grandfather clock that was on the far wall. It was now 10:30. He began to pace and rub his hands together in anticipation.
**
The two men met in the hallway, and peering around the corners, looking for any servants that might be nosing around this late at night, they found none. They crashed together, but it was the momentum of Aragorn's body that pinned his steward to the wall. He was tugging at Faramir's tunic, trying to get it off his body when he kicked open the door.
Faramir turned the man around pinning him in the wall inside the room and skilfully hooking his heel on the door, he slammed it closed and still managed to keep kissing.
"Ahem." A polite cough tore them from their attention and Faramir withdrew to look into his lover's eyes. Aragorn's face had turned a few shades of grey and then the steward realized that he didn't want to turn around to mhis his wife's steely gaze. He did anyways because he was by far a coward and if Aragorn could meet Arwen, then he most certainly could meet Eowyn....mind you, it wasn't Arwen that killed the witch king.
"Now that is interesting, isn't it, sister?" Purred Arwen contentedly from her perch on the deep chair.
Faramir turned to see that Éowyn and Arwen were completely naked. While Arwen sat prettily on a black velvet armchair, her hands steepled in the exact same way that Aragorn's was just an hour and a half ago. Above her fingertips, arched eyebrows and glittering indigo eyes displayed only amusement. He was sure that behind her hands, those lush lips were curved in a sensual, teasing smile that she was so prone to giving him. Her dark hair hung down her body, and covered her breasts modestly.
Éowyn on the other hand, lay back on a sway couch with her hair splayed over her body. It was like spun gold in contrast to the scarlet velvet couch, and her delicate skin, lightly dusted with freckles practically glowed. "Very, sister. Now, wouldn't it be a pity if their wives caught them?"
"It would be more the pity if they didn't care." Arwen's eyes blazed and narrowed slightly at her husband.
The shield maiden picked a cherry off of a silver bowl, her brilliant eyes still on her husband, and brought it to her lips. Her tongue darted out to taste the berry, before drawing it into her mouth. Juice dripped down her chin, dropping on her breast to roll onto the flat plains of her stomach and staining her skin. "What would be even more a pity-to the point of ridiculousness, is that while the husbands tried to keep their little secrets, the wives had a few of their own."
At that, the elfin maiden crawled over the arm of the chair and onto the couch. Her hair brushed against Eowyn's leg, making her shift as it tickled her. Her tongue darted out, tasting the smooth dip of her hip. She nipped her bellybutton, rewarded with a small squeak before she finally kissed away the droplet of juice that rested on her abdomen. Her tongue followed the scarlet stain up her ribs and between her breasts, resting her own leg between Éowyn's thigh. "That, my love, is completely outlandish." Smiled Arwen, completely absorbed with the woman's fruit stained lips.
"What madness is this?" Faramir croaked, watching Arwen settle herself on top of his wife.
Aragorn glanced out the window at the full moon staring back, that would explain Arwen's brazenness. He was unable to find the words to explain his own wife's behaviour when she picked up a cherry and put it between her teeth. Éowyn tipped her head and with the sweep of her tongue, stole the berry from between those luscious lips.
Both men slumped onto the floor, midst cushions strewn about the room and watched as their wives ravaged one another.
Éowyn bit into the berry, letting the juice trickle down her throat. She put a hand behind Arwen's head and brought her mouth down on hers, kissing her gently at first. Their tongues were soon added to the fray as they licked each other's sweet lips, hands roaming.
Arwen's delicate hand kneaded gently at the other's breast, relishing in the feel of her squirming beneath her. With her free hand, she tucked the stray ebon tress behind one pointed ear and ducked down to kiss the area just beneath Éowyn's ear. Moving her body down, and revelling in the feeling of their soft skin against one another, she kissed Éowyn's neck, then her collarbone. Peppering kisses along the soft golden skin, Arwen's lips curled in a smile against one breast as a small moan escaped the Rohirrim's lips. Her dark eyes fell on Aragorn as her tongue darted out to touch one already pert nipple. The skin immediately pebbled at her touch and spread throughout her body, making Éowyn gasp again. She lifted her head and dragging her lips across to the other breast, she administered the same attention before slipping lower.
Faramir glanced at Aragorn, who sat quietly watching the scene. Obviously, he liked it, and Faramir had to admit, this was incredibly amazing. He had never heard such sounds come from his wife's mouths like the sounds she made for the elvish queen.
She could feel the heat building in her body as Arwen reigned kisses down on her. Her lips fell just below her bellybutton and Éowyn looked down to see that the lady was smiling impishly at her. Moving slowly downward, Éowyn could not help but arch her back at the first touch made sliced through what restraint she had. She had never done this before, it felt a bit awkward at first but soon she relaxed as Arwen's hands slid along the curve of her hips to rest on her thighs.
Oh how good it felt when Arwen's tongue rubbed against the bud of nerves, and every time she touched it a jolt of electricity shot through her spine. Soon the small spasms grew into great waves of heat that rolled through her and made all of the muscles in her stomach, back and thighs quench. She wrapped her long fingers in ebon hair and tilting her head back screamed Arwen's name as the last wave of heat burst and left her exhausted. The last waves of her orgasm rolled across her skin and she giggled as her body clenched and finally relaxed completely.
Arwen watched Éowyn as she breathed, her breasts rising and falling with each heaving breath. She sat up, completely ignoring the flabbergasted men and licked her lips. Eowyn's musk was heavy on her skin and all she could taste was the woman's magnificent, and delicious taste. She couldn't help but squeak as the Shield maiden grabbed her arms and eased her body off of the couch with a considerable amount of control. Using the carpet as protection against the cold stones, Éowyn grabbed her thighs and pushed her away, then slid off the couch with Arwen's thighs resting on her shoulders.
White teeth flashed, and Éowyn bit down on the super-sensitive skin on Arwen's inner thigh. Arwen gasped, and squirmed, realizing how eager she was for this. A stab of pain on her other thigh made her arch her back and her hands went down to pull back the woman's flaxen hair. Arwen groaned with disappointment as Éowyn slid upwards, a cushion on her knees to keep them from bruising.
There was a small table to the women's side, Éowyn reached up, precariously balanced on her hand and knees above Arwen and grabbed the small phial sitting on the table. She pulled the stopper and the gooey liquid flashed golden as it hit Arwen's beautiful skin. Tossing the empty container aside, Éowyn flexed like a cat, rubbing the syrup across the elfish queen's long, supple body. Her eyes flashed in the firelight, reminding Faramir of a cat, but the fact that she was stretched out, the muscles on her back flexing like a cat ready to pounce, did nothing to keep the image from imprinting on both men's minds.
Relishing in the feel of her breasts rubbing in the sweet oil, Eowyn smiled and captured her lover's mouth with her own. Crushing their lips together, tongues pushing for dominance, Eowyn was rewarded with a groan from Arwen. She pulled back, looking into the lady's passion glazed eyes, and lips that were swollen with kisses and slipped a hand between her legs. Arwen arched against her body, crying out in the sudden pleasure and surprise of it. She was slick with passion and wont, which made Eowyn's smile broaden as strong fingers stroked wet flesh in search of tinteintensely sensitive spot. Obviously she hit that spot when Arwen cried out again, grabbing hold of Eowyn's face to pull her into another kiss. The shield maiden was only to happy to oblige, finding the elf-woman's kisses surprisingly soft, warm and inviting. "I can see why you like her so much, Aragorn." Eowyn's lips moved against Arwen's as her fingers moved inside of her, releasing her own brilliant flame in tender yet violet waves crashing against her skin.
Aragorn's eyes narrowed as he watched his wife squirm beneath the shield maiden's strong grasp. Their skin gleamed in the orange glow of the fireplace, a fine mix of oils and sweat. Her flaxen head pulled away from Arwen to nip roughly at her neck. Crimson lips littered kisses in a lazy path from her collarbone to breast, but she still managed to not miss a beat as her fingers stroked Arwen's fires making the small panting breaths become full throaty moans. The man had never seen his wife in such throeor mor make such noises before.
Eowyn's hair whispered against the sensitive flesh of Arwen's breast, stomach and thighs, it fell in golden curtains around her body. Slowly the Rohirrim drew her legs apart and replaced her long fingers with her tongue. It took only a few faint touches to make the elf woman scream out her name, arching her body until all her muscles quivered in the torment of her pleasure. Suddenly with a great cry, she went limp, breathing quickly. The shield maiden withdrew slowly, still the look of a hunting feline painted on her lovely face.
Their brilliant eyes took in the men's astonished faces. Eowyn sat up slowly, licking Arwen's essence from her lips. She leaned over Arwen's body and shared one last long kiss before standing and drawing the dazed queen up with her. Pulling the robes on, the women went quietly from the rooms, small satisfied smiles on their faces for both astounding their husbands and each other.
Kissing each other one the lips, they hugged once more before departing for their own rooms.
**
"What was that?" Faramir asked, clearing his throat.
Aragorn, who had been sitting cross-legged against the wall, turned and stared at the steward, "I have no idea."
"It was amazing though."
The king nodded, still unable to conquer his shock and jealousy. "I think I want to go to my wife." He said softly, then kissing the man's forehead made off for his own rooms.
Faramir reded ded long after the King had left, nodding slowly. His mind was on his wife's cat-like eyes, reflecting the firelight and the passion deep in her own heart. He stood and went looking for his own wife.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Don't sue me. Thanks. ;)
Cherries-and-Honey revenge at Midnight
Arwen was annoyed, and as a matter of fact, so was Eowyn. A lethal combination when the two most powerful ladies in all of Gondor were but their feelings were directly due to their husbands. Both ladies feigned ignorance when their husbands crawled into bed smelling like sex, but the fact that they were both sleeping with each other was a bit irksome.
Delicately, the elvish lady set her embroidery down and sighed, "We must do something about them, Éowyn." She said suddenly.
Éowyn, who had been thinking about that exact matter nodded, "I think so too, sister. But what can we do? They are powerful men, and we are but women." She grinned, suddenly thinking , "Ah but as my mother once told me, behind every powerful man, there is a woman."
Licking her lips, Arwen shifted to the edge of her chair and grinned as a great idea dawned, "I have a good idea, sister. I have a very, very good idea."
"What?"
Arwen leaned over and whispered in the shield maiden's ear and she hung onto every word.
**
Aragorn took the letter and read it,
‘Meet me in the top room, the west wing tower-you know the one at midnight.'
kin king grinned and dropped the letter into the fireplace. Glancing at the clock on the mantel, it was now 10:30. How could he wait? Settling down on his chair, Aragorn sat with his chin leaning against his steepled fingers and waiting, after all, waiting was his best game.
**
Faramir smiled fondly, running his thumb of the spidery black script.
‘Meet me in the top room, the west wing tower-you know the one at midnight.'
The steward's smile grew wider as he set the corner of the letter over a candle and watched the flame catch. He looked at the grandfather clock that was on the far wall. It was now 10:30. He began to pace and rub his hands together in anticipation.
**
The two men met in the hallway, and peering around the corners, looking for any servants that might be nosing around this late at night, they found none. They crashed together, but it was the momentum of Aragorn's body that pinned his steward to the wall. He was tugging at Faramir's tunic, trying to get it off his body when he kicked open the door.
Faramir turned the man around pinning him in the wall inside the room and skilfully hooking his heel on the door, he slammed it closed and still managed to keep kissing.
"Ahem." A polite cough tore them from their attention and Faramir withdrew to look into his lover's eyes. Aragorn's face had turned a few shades of grey and then the steward realized that he didn't want to turn around to mhis his wife's steely gaze. He did anyways because he was by far a coward and if Aragorn could meet Arwen, then he most certainly could meet Eowyn....mind you, it wasn't Arwen that killed the witch king.
"Now that is interesting, isn't it, sister?" Purred Arwen contentedly from her perch on the deep chair.
Faramir turned to see that Éowyn and Arwen were completely naked. While Arwen sat prettily on a black velvet armchair, her hands steepled in the exact same way that Aragorn's was just an hour and a half ago. Above her fingertips, arched eyebrows and glittering indigo eyes displayed only amusement. He was sure that behind her hands, those lush lips were curved in a sensual, teasing smile that she was so prone to giving him. Her dark hair hung down her body, and covered her breasts modestly.
Éowyn on the other hand, lay back on a sway couch with her hair splayed over her body. It was like spun gold in contrast to the scarlet velvet couch, and her delicate skin, lightly dusted with freckles practically glowed. "Very, sister. Now, wouldn't it be a pity if their wives caught them?"
"It would be more the pity if they didn't care." Arwen's eyes blazed and narrowed slightly at her husband.
The shield maiden picked a cherry off of a silver bowl, her brilliant eyes still on her husband, and brought it to her lips. Her tongue darted out to taste the berry, before drawing it into her mouth. Juice dripped down her chin, dropping on her breast to roll onto the flat plains of her stomach and staining her skin. "What would be even more a pity-to the point of ridiculousness, is that while the husbands tried to keep their little secrets, the wives had a few of their own."
At that, the elfin maiden crawled over the arm of the chair and onto the couch. Her hair brushed against Eowyn's leg, making her shift as it tickled her. Her tongue darted out, tasting the smooth dip of her hip. She nipped her bellybutton, rewarded with a small squeak before she finally kissed away the droplet of juice that rested on her abdomen. Her tongue followed the scarlet stain up her ribs and between her breasts, resting her own leg between Éowyn's thigh. "That, my love, is completely outlandish." Smiled Arwen, completely absorbed with the woman's fruit stained lips.
"What madness is this?" Faramir croaked, watching Arwen settle herself on top of his wife.
Aragorn glanced out the window at the full moon staring back, that would explain Arwen's brazenness. He was unable to find the words to explain his own wife's behaviour when she picked up a cherry and put it between her teeth. Éowyn tipped her head and with the sweep of her tongue, stole the berry from between those luscious lips.
Both men slumped onto the floor, midst cushions strewn about the room and watched as their wives ravaged one another.
Éowyn bit into the berry, letting the juice trickle down her throat. She put a hand behind Arwen's head and brought her mouth down on hers, kissing her gently at first. Their tongues were soon added to the fray as they licked each other's sweet lips, hands roaming.
Arwen's delicate hand kneaded gently at the other's breast, relishing in the feel of her squirming beneath her. With her free hand, she tucked the stray ebon tress behind one pointed ear and ducked down to kiss the area just beneath Éowyn's ear. Moving her body down, and revelling in the feeling of their soft skin against one another, she kissed Éowyn's neck, then her collarbone. Peppering kisses along the soft golden skin, Arwen's lips curled in a smile against one breast as a small moan escaped the Rohirrim's lips. Her dark eyes fell on Aragorn as her tongue darted out to touch one already pert nipple. The skin immediately pebbled at her touch and spread throughout her body, making Éowyn gasp again. She lifted her head and dragging her lips across to the other breast, she administered the same attention before slipping lower.
Faramir glanced at Aragorn, who sat quietly watching the scene. Obviously, he liked it, and Faramir had to admit, this was incredibly amazing. He had never heard such sounds come from his wife's mouths like the sounds she made for the elvish queen.
She could feel the heat building in her body as Arwen reigned kisses down on her. Her lips fell just below her bellybutton and Éowyn looked down to see that the lady was smiling impishly at her. Moving slowly downward, Éowyn could not help but arch her back at the first touch made sliced through what restraint she had. She had never done this before, it felt a bit awkward at first but soon she relaxed as Arwen's hands slid along the curve of her hips to rest on her thighs.
Oh how good it felt when Arwen's tongue rubbed against the bud of nerves, and every time she touched it a jolt of electricity shot through her spine. Soon the small spasms grew into great waves of heat that rolled through her and made all of the muscles in her stomach, back and thighs quench. She wrapped her long fingers in ebon hair and tilting her head back screamed Arwen's name as the last wave of heat burst and left her exhausted. The last waves of her orgasm rolled across her skin and she giggled as her body clenched and finally relaxed completely.
Arwen watched Éowyn as she breathed, her breasts rising and falling with each heaving breath. She sat up, completely ignoring the flabbergasted men and licked her lips. Eowyn's musk was heavy on her skin and all she could taste was the woman's magnificent, and delicious taste. She couldn't help but squeak as the Shield maiden grabbed her arms and eased her body off of the couch with a considerable amount of control. Using the carpet as protection against the cold stones, Éowyn grabbed her thighs and pushed her away, then slid off the couch with Arwen's thighs resting on her shoulders.
White teeth flashed, and Éowyn bit down on the super-sensitive skin on Arwen's inner thigh. Arwen gasped, and squirmed, realizing how eager she was for this. A stab of pain on her other thigh made her arch her back and her hands went down to pull back the woman's flaxen hair. Arwen groaned with disappointment as Éowyn slid upwards, a cushion on her knees to keep them from bruising.
There was a small table to the women's side, Éowyn reached up, precariously balanced on her hand and knees above Arwen and grabbed the small phial sitting on the table. She pulled the stopper and the gooey liquid flashed golden as it hit Arwen's beautiful skin. Tossing the empty container aside, Éowyn flexed like a cat, rubbing the syrup across the elfish queen's long, supple body. Her eyes flashed in the firelight, reminding Faramir of a cat, but the fact that she was stretched out, the muscles on her back flexing like a cat ready to pounce, did nothing to keep the image from imprinting on both men's minds.
Relishing in the feel of her breasts rubbing in the sweet oil, Eowyn smiled and captured her lover's mouth with her own. Crushing their lips together, tongues pushing for dominance, Eowyn was rewarded with a groan from Arwen. She pulled back, looking into the lady's passion glazed eyes, and lips that were swollen with kisses and slipped a hand between her legs. Arwen arched against her body, crying out in the sudden pleasure and surprise of it. She was slick with passion and wont, which made Eowyn's smile broaden as strong fingers stroked wet flesh in search of tinteintensely sensitive spot. Obviously she hit that spot when Arwen cried out again, grabbing hold of Eowyn's face to pull her into another kiss. The shield maiden was only to happy to oblige, finding the elf-woman's kisses surprisingly soft, warm and inviting. "I can see why you like her so much, Aragorn." Eowyn's lips moved against Arwen's as her fingers moved inside of her, releasing her own brilliant flame in tender yet violet waves crashing against her skin.
Aragorn's eyes narrowed as he watched his wife squirm beneath the shield maiden's strong grasp. Their skin gleamed in the orange glow of the fireplace, a fine mix of oils and sweat. Her flaxen head pulled away from Arwen to nip roughly at her neck. Crimson lips littered kisses in a lazy path from her collarbone to breast, but she still managed to not miss a beat as her fingers stroked Arwen's fires making the small panting breaths become full throaty moans. The man had never seen his wife in such throeor mor make such noises before.
Eowyn's hair whispered against the sensitive flesh of Arwen's breast, stomach and thighs, it fell in golden curtains around her body. Slowly the Rohirrim drew her legs apart and replaced her long fingers with her tongue. It took only a few faint touches to make the elf woman scream out her name, arching her body until all her muscles quivered in the torment of her pleasure. Suddenly with a great cry, she went limp, breathing quickly. The shield maiden withdrew slowly, still the look of a hunting feline painted on her lovely face.
Their brilliant eyes took in the men's astonished faces. Eowyn sat up slowly, licking Arwen's essence from her lips. She leaned over Arwen's body and shared one last long kiss before standing and drawing the dazed queen up with her. Pulling the robes on, the women went quietly from the rooms, small satisfied smiles on their faces for both astounding their husbands and each other.
Kissing each other one the lips, they hugged once more before departing for their own rooms.
**
"What was that?" Faramir asked, clearing his throat.
Aragorn, who had been sitting cross-legged against the wall, turned and stared at the steward, "I have no idea."
"It was amazing though."
The king nodded, still unable to conquer his shock and jealousy. "I think I want to go to my wife." He said softly, then kissing the man's forehead made off for his own rooms.
Faramir reded ded long after the King had left, nodding slowly. His mind was on his wife's cat-like eyes, reflecting the firelight and the passion deep in her own heart. He stood and went looking for his own wife.