Through a window.
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Through a window.
Title: Through a window.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: PG13/R
Beta: Keiliss.
Notes: AU, Slash, Sapp.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A small, lovely moment.
Through a window.
Through a window, past the light curtain that wafted carelessly in the warm breeze, two elves could be seen sharing a tender moment. Past the discarded shoes and sprawled clothes upon the floor, two elves could be seen, in a tear inducing and private moment. A moment that was so small and simple, so private and sweet, so innocent. A moment so pleasing in its reassurance that such wondrously simple but flawless true affection could still exist, untarnished and undiminished by the world’s possible toil and mundane attributes.
Small touches, softly murmured words, and gentle laughter were the concoction of this moment Yet there was so much more, which would have been indiscernible to the casual observer, in that loose embrace, in that moment. It was everything to them, and nothing to those outside that room, it concerned only these two, these blissfully preoccupied two, who smiled, unabashedly as children - as children - innocent and free of the formalities life required outside of that room.
Inside that room, their minds and bodies moved fluidly and undisturbed in their natural tide of thought and movement. Soft skin and lean muscle, dark, boiling warmth and light-searing, clear clarity. The brightest, coolest blue. Met by the deepest, most tender, dark brown. Black hair against shocking gold. Slim grace, met by protective, yet gentle, brawn. But the tenderness, life and laughter, which was most often contained within that room did, at times, completely unsought and unlooked for, surround them even beyond its confines. Between and through them, though, there was a breathlessness, intense yet so simple and chaste in its easy passage and presence. It was, in all its entirety and its preciously blinding existence, their ever present soft sigh of love.
"Oh, oh look at these hands, these perfect hands. I love these hands," Glorfindel spoke, as he touched their palms together, adoring how the softer and smaller of the two fit so perfectly, encased in his own larger, rougher hand.
They sat naked upon the bed, the sheets pulled from their corners, and soiled with previous passion. A light curtain wafted in the breeze coming through the open window, and could have been seen from the corner of an eye if they were to look, but all went unnoticed in the presence of one another.
Upright, they faced each other. Erestor sat with his legs loosely wrapped around the warrior’s naked waist as they simply breathed one another in, tasting, crooning and exploring in what could only be described as a lazy and sated manner.
Erestor giggled as his hands were brought up to the warrior’s lips, to then be pampered by the softest, sweetest kisses he had ever known.
"Just look at them, beautiful, perfect hands. I love them, I love them."
His lips touched each finger, before travelling to the slim wrist. He kissed the palpable and manifest pulse, lingering as Erestor sighed in returned arousal. He kissed his way up that smooth forearm, and his lips curved into a smile as they pressed against the most perfectly proportioned and most adorable slim bicep. A beautiful shoulder, small and jutting, was next, leading to a defined collar bone and then, one of his favourite, most delectable, pleasure inducing areas of all; Erestor’s neck.
Erestor moaned freely, quickly and without shame stretching his neck, silently begging for more attention. Glorfindel laughed, and all too eagerly obliged. Small smacking sounds could be heard, as he kissed along the delicate curve. The small kisses became slower however, as he gently began to suckle on the sensitive, silky and incomprehensibly soft skin.
"Oh…gods, you know that drives me wild, Glorfindel!" Erestor replied breathlessly, as he tried to hunch his shoulder up to his ear yet, paradoxically, stretch his neck further.
"I know," Glorfindel murmured huskily against the moist and heated skin.
He ran his hand up the slim back, allowing his fingers to teasingly trail Erestor’s spine in a ticklish manner as he paid homage to the dark elf’s jaw. He let his hand be encompassed by Erestor’s black and heavy mane, as he wrapped his other hand tightly around his waist.
He left Erestor’s jaw seeking a kiss, a true and real kiss, which was exactly what he received. Finally, they pulled apart for breath and, after being granted enough air in his lungs, Glorfindel pressed forwards for another devastating kiss, but stopped as Erestor placed both hands on the sides of his face.
"These eyes," he whispered. "They are my keepers. They have the strength to make me feel so safe, they have the depth to read my greatest yearning. And they have the power to make me shudder in desire. Your gaze, so sure and breathtaking, is more sensual, as it peruses my body, than the touch of any other, futile pursuer. These eyes," he sighed. "I love these eyes."
He softly pressed his lips to the briefly fluttering lids then, and smiled as the grip around his waist tightened, not in passion, despite the arousal that had returned with a fiery vengeance, but in a need to be close, to hold and be held.
Erestor’s lips graced the red-tinted cheeks with kisses equally soft as those that had appraised his hands only a few short moments before. He kissed his way to Glorfindel’s finely pointed ear, and whispered repeatedly into it. Huskily, and pleadingly.
"Take me, take me, take me, take me, take me, take me….."
Glorfindel shuddered, and gently lowered Erestor back down onto the mattress.
Through a window, two elves shared more than a moment. Through a window, two elves shared themselves; binding and fusing, crying and moaning. And all, all that could be seen and heard through that window, was their ever present soft sigh of love.
Their ever present soft sigh of love.
The End.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: PG13/R
Beta: Keiliss.
Notes: AU, Slash, Sapp.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A small, lovely moment.
Through a window.
Through a window, past the light curtain that wafted carelessly in the warm breeze, two elves could be seen sharing a tender moment. Past the discarded shoes and sprawled clothes upon the floor, two elves could be seen, in a tear inducing and private moment. A moment that was so small and simple, so private and sweet, so innocent. A moment so pleasing in its reassurance that such wondrously simple but flawless true affection could still exist, untarnished and undiminished by the world’s possible toil and mundane attributes.
Small touches, softly murmured words, and gentle laughter were the concoction of this moment Yet there was so much more, which would have been indiscernible to the casual observer, in that loose embrace, in that moment. It was everything to them, and nothing to those outside that room, it concerned only these two, these blissfully preoccupied two, who smiled, unabashedly as children - as children - innocent and free of the formalities life required outside of that room.
Inside that room, their minds and bodies moved fluidly and undisturbed in their natural tide of thought and movement. Soft skin and lean muscle, dark, boiling warmth and light-searing, clear clarity. The brightest, coolest blue. Met by the deepest, most tender, dark brown. Black hair against shocking gold. Slim grace, met by protective, yet gentle, brawn. But the tenderness, life and laughter, which was most often contained within that room did, at times, completely unsought and unlooked for, surround them even beyond its confines. Between and through them, though, there was a breathlessness, intense yet so simple and chaste in its easy passage and presence. It was, in all its entirety and its preciously blinding existence, their ever present soft sigh of love.
"Oh, oh look at these hands, these perfect hands. I love these hands," Glorfindel spoke, as he touched their palms together, adoring how the softer and smaller of the two fit so perfectly, encased in his own larger, rougher hand.
They sat naked upon the bed, the sheets pulled from their corners, and soiled with previous passion. A light curtain wafted in the breeze coming through the open window, and could have been seen from the corner of an eye if they were to look, but all went unnoticed in the presence of one another.
Upright, they faced each other. Erestor sat with his legs loosely wrapped around the warrior’s naked waist as they simply breathed one another in, tasting, crooning and exploring in what could only be described as a lazy and sated manner.
Erestor giggled as his hands were brought up to the warrior’s lips, to then be pampered by the softest, sweetest kisses he had ever known.
"Just look at them, beautiful, perfect hands. I love them, I love them."
His lips touched each finger, before travelling to the slim wrist. He kissed the palpable and manifest pulse, lingering as Erestor sighed in returned arousal. He kissed his way up that smooth forearm, and his lips curved into a smile as they pressed against the most perfectly proportioned and most adorable slim bicep. A beautiful shoulder, small and jutting, was next, leading to a defined collar bone and then, one of his favourite, most delectable, pleasure inducing areas of all; Erestor’s neck.
Erestor moaned freely, quickly and without shame stretching his neck, silently begging for more attention. Glorfindel laughed, and all too eagerly obliged. Small smacking sounds could be heard, as he kissed along the delicate curve. The small kisses became slower however, as he gently began to suckle on the sensitive, silky and incomprehensibly soft skin.
"Oh…gods, you know that drives me wild, Glorfindel!" Erestor replied breathlessly, as he tried to hunch his shoulder up to his ear yet, paradoxically, stretch his neck further.
"I know," Glorfindel murmured huskily against the moist and heated skin.
He ran his hand up the slim back, allowing his fingers to teasingly trail Erestor’s spine in a ticklish manner as he paid homage to the dark elf’s jaw. He let his hand be encompassed by Erestor’s black and heavy mane, as he wrapped his other hand tightly around his waist.
He left Erestor’s jaw seeking a kiss, a true and real kiss, which was exactly what he received. Finally, they pulled apart for breath and, after being granted enough air in his lungs, Glorfindel pressed forwards for another devastating kiss, but stopped as Erestor placed both hands on the sides of his face.
"These eyes," he whispered. "They are my keepers. They have the strength to make me feel so safe, they have the depth to read my greatest yearning. And they have the power to make me shudder in desire. Your gaze, so sure and breathtaking, is more sensual, as it peruses my body, than the touch of any other, futile pursuer. These eyes," he sighed. "I love these eyes."
He softly pressed his lips to the briefly fluttering lids then, and smiled as the grip around his waist tightened, not in passion, despite the arousal that had returned with a fiery vengeance, but in a need to be close, to hold and be held.
Erestor’s lips graced the red-tinted cheeks with kisses equally soft as those that had appraised his hands only a few short moments before. He kissed his way to Glorfindel’s finely pointed ear, and whispered repeatedly into it. Huskily, and pleadingly.
"Take me, take me, take me, take me, take me, take me….."
Glorfindel shuddered, and gently lowered Erestor back down onto the mattress.
Through a window, two elves shared more than a moment. Through a window, two elves shared themselves; binding and fusing, crying and moaning. And all, all that could be seen and heard through that window, was their ever present soft sigh of love.
Their ever present soft sigh of love.
The End.