The morning after.

Title: The morning after.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: NC17.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: AU, Slash.
Beta: Keiliss.
Summary: The morning after, does not always run smoothly.

The morning after.
I took Erestor’s virginity last night. After a year of courting, a year of having to satisfy myself with sweet kisses and the odd, desperate grope, I had asked Erestor to come to my rooms as I did every eve in hope, and this time he had accepted.

I don’t know if it was because I had been so desperate to undress him, to taste him, to have him, but just seeing Erestor almost coyly explore my rooms for the first time was the most arousing foreplay I have ever experienced.

I sigh now as I remember how nervous he was, how he tried his best to appear relaxed, but trembled none-the-less. I remember how he closed his eyes when slowly being undressed, how he blushed so beautifully when laid down naked upon my large, foreign bed.

I smile just thinking of how fearful he had looked when I had peeled off my own clothes. And I laugh when remembering how Erestor had glanced away with embarrassment when, with a smirk, I stood beside the bed where he lay, and slowly revealed my engorged arousal as I allowed my loincloth to fall absently to the floor

Erestor, my strict and at times intimidating councillor, trembled almost violently as I laid myself beside him, and reached out to touch his naked hip.

“Glorfindel…” had been his shaky whisper as I moved closer while at the same time pulling Erestor towards me by that almost delicate hip.

“Hmm?” I replied in a deep rumble. After having done no more than touch that soft, smooth skin I was lost, and in one moment I was completely hard.

“I should tell you…I mean, this…it‘s, ahm…” he had tried to explain, watching as my large hand began to explore more than his hip.

“Erestor, I know.” I husked.

“You know?”

I held up one of his trembling hands before him and, sweetly, his shaking fingers wrapped around my sure and steady digits.

“Only a virgin would tremble so,” I whispered with a gentle smile, knowing that Erestor had tried his utmost best not to appear as inexperienced and fearful as he in fact was.

“Oh,” he replied quietly, clearly embarrassed, as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink.

“Baby, I’ve known for a while now,” I whispered again, bringing his hand to my lips to kiss those perfect fingers.

“But, how?”

“Your touches, they are hesitant, unsure….”

“…..Inadequate?” he whispered so very quietly, his eyes suddenly insecure.
And in that moment my heart, which over this past year had been steadily drawn away, was taken from me completely.

“Perfect, so perfect, Erestor. I love it when you touch me with such…innocence, such genuine want and curiosity. You don’t know how many times I have been touched in a meaninglessly mechanical way.”

He smiled a small smile then, and his trembling seemed to ease somewhat.

“I love touching you,” he admitted with an almost shy chuckle. As I moved to lean above him, I was
glad to see that he continued to smile.

“You do?” I subtly encouraged him.

“Aye,” he replied in his quiet way as he bit his lip.
I grinned as I saw a mischievous glint in his eye as he reached out towards my arms, which were braced on either side of him.

“So muscular, so strong,” he admitted as he stared up at me from behind those long, dark lashes, still biting his lip.

“You like that?” I asked in a deep voice that I knew both scared and thrilled him.

“I do.”
His hands squeezed and rubbed my biceps, before moving to my shoulders and down my chest. I closed my eyes and hummed as his hands ghosted over my chest, and then hesitantly brushed over my hard nipples with a firmer touch. When I opened my eyes there was a hint of pride and satisfaction in his expression at having made me growl so low in my throat.

“You are so much larger than me, it both excites and….intimidates me, in a most wonderful way.”

“I am glad.”

His hands moved to my flanks, around and then over my broad back. I leaned down and spread soft kisses along his temple while I allowed him to talk, in an attempt to push his nerves away.

“So broad.” His slim fingers traced the lines of my scars, and I tensed involuntary. “So brave,” he whispered into my ear, and I swallowed the sudden emotion that constricted my throat.

As any truly caring individual would, Erestor sought to ease my sudden emotional state by moving his hands down to my behind, then giggled - yes giggled - in such an adorable way as he squeezed my cheeks.

“You approve?” I chuckled.

He nodded as he continued to giggle, and I couldn’t help but smile and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“What would your men say,” he began with a grin, “if they knew that their captain possessed a baby soft behind?”

I leaned my brow against his, and narrowed my eyes as he stared innocently up at me.

“Ingrate,” I murmured and again he chuckled in a way that made me sigh lovingly.

After this, there was a moment of silence between us. With our brows still touching, I watched as he swallowed and licked his lips nervously, while one of his hands shakily strayed from my behind.

Attentively, the tips of his fingers brushed the dark blond curls at the base of my heat. With a questioning glance, he asked wordlessly if his hand was welcome.

“I’ve never touched you here before,” he whispered.

I knew that, if I were to speak at that moment, the raw and unbridled lust in my voice might cause him to flee. So, shifting my weight to one side, I took Erestor’s hand with its inquisitive fingers and, with a throaty hum of satisfaction, urged it to wrap around my shaft. I moved his hand up and down my member and soon enough he no longer needed my guidance.

I closed my eyes and groaned. His touch was blessedly soft and so innocently gentle. When next I opened my eyes, I could see his confidence grow before me, drawing strength from the groans leaving my lips.

“Do I please you?” he breathed against my lips, and I could only nod in reply.

I sighed in disappointment as his hand left my twitching rod, but after taking a deep breath he trustingly let his legs fall open to me. So touched was I at the loving gaze he directed at me that I swooped down for a desperate kiss.

I leaned my heated body against his slim and quivering frame as I dug my hands into his hair and kissed him urgently. Never had I needed to kiss another as then. I needed him to feel me, feel how much I wanted him. I groaned loudly into his mouth before pulling away and latching onto his neck.

“Glorfindel?” he asked with a shaky breath.

“Baby?” was my muffled reply against his neck.

“I…I am nervous, please….”

looked up then, panting, my lips moist, and I realised that I had scared him. My little bird. I had scared him with my passion.

“Please…slowly?” he whispered.

I could tell how he felt; foolish, embarrassed, and childish at asking me to slow down, to touch him softly, not roughly as I had. After all, I was someone who was obviously experienced with the pleasures of the flesh. I melted from the inside out.

“And gently. I will make this good for you, Erestor. Please, do not fear me.”

“I could never fear you….” he said, albeit shakily, as he bit the corner of his lip, and experimentally but possessively ran his hands up my back. “Sweet-cheeks,” he whispered, and looked for my reaction to the private name he had obviously been harbouring for me.

“Oh Erestor,” I chuckled, and kissed him once more, as softly as I was capable.

He smiled into the kiss, and I was glad to have found the pace he was comfortable with. But what was more satisfying, was feeling him kiss me back. Rather than simply submitting to my lust, he gently plundered me in return.

After gently easing him into a state of unbearable arousal, after touching him in a way that no other ever had, after waiting for him to ask for more, I prepared him. I was as gentle as I knew how to be, yet still I pained him, this I knew, despite his efforts to hide it.

I let him close his knees against me when he needed to, and waited until he wished for me to continue. His small hisses and unpredictable flinches stung me, and I did my best to distract him with my sweet words.

After having stretched his incredibly tight ring the best that I could, he granted me entry to his body, and then he….he cried. Tears slid down his cheeks as I moved so slowly inside of him, and I knew that, despite my best attempts, I must have torn him.

I whispered soft words, I kissed his damp cheeks, but a doubt had begun to creep up my spine because the small whimpers that came from my lover were not of pleasure.

‘He is not enjoying it,’ I thought to myself. ‘You are only hurting him, stop it!’

“I...I’m sorry,” he whispered, so softly that I only just heard him.

I stilled my movements, waiting for him to tell me to pull out of his body, that I was bringing him only pain. But that is not what he said next.

“I am ruining this. I’m sorry, this could not have been what you expected.”

“Erestor no, do not say such things.” Tears stung my own eyes. So far, the evening had not gone as planned, and I felt solely responsible for it. I had done this a thousand times before, and this had never happened. “Not only is this your first time, but you are very small…tight. And I am a large elf.”

Erestor nodded his head.

“I can stop, if you wish. And I’ll….I’ll walk you back to your own chambers if you do not want to...”

“No!” Fresh tears sprang in his eyes. “Don’t send me away.”

“Erestor, I would never...”

I did not get a chance to finish my sentence, however, as Erestor suddenly tightened his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside him.

“Erestor!” I gasped in pleasure, even as he hissed.

“Make love to me. I want you to make love to me, Glorfindel.”

“It will hurt,” I warned him, panting at the sudden tight heat that had pulled me deeper inside of that velvet cavern.

“I don’t care. You said you would make this good for me,” he challenged.

“Alright,” I said, after a long pause, knowing that challenging me was his dignified way of begging me not to stop. “But please…do not weep. It kills me.”

I started again, ever so slowly. I felt guilty as my own pleasure mounted even as Erestor gritted his teeth. I could not stop though, not only because of my body’s coursing pleasure, but also because if I were to cease my careful thrusts it would belittle Erestor’s show of bravery.

I began to pant and moan his name, and every time it looked as if he were about to hiss or groan in discomfort, he would pull me down for a deep kiss. His hands came to rest on either side of my face, and I suddenly realised that I was on show for him. He watched my pleasure and, thankfully, found some enjoyment from that alone. I stole glances down between our bodies, and was glad to find him still aroused.

I wondered what he must be thinking of me. To him it must have seemed as if I were simply taking my pleasure in his body, while inwardly I was frantically searching for the place inside him where a touch would make him scream my name in ecstasy.

I pulled my head away from his grasp and hid my face in his shoulder, unable to look at him or be seen by him as tears welled up in my eyes. Tears that came from knowing my peak was already approaching, and I had yet to make Erestor once cry out in passion.

“Glorfindel?” he whispered concernedly.

Before I could make any excuse though, a blissful sound filed my ears. Erestor gasped, a gasp of surprise, and I immediately stilled. I looked at him then, and he seemed as taken aback as I. Smiling a pathetically relieved smile, I aimed another thrust at that same angle.

He writhed, he panted, and moaned. And I had never been so thankful, relived or even happy, as I was in that moment of now equal and shared pleasure.

He clutched at my back; he pulled my body down against his, and pressed desperate kisses to my shoulder, my arm, anywhere he could reach. He begged for more; for me to take him deeper, harder, for more speed. But I denied him, not wanting him to suffer any more soreness, come morning, than was necessary.

I smiled as he began to ramble into my ear, to gasp half words and variations of my name. He met every thrust and was loving me equally with his body, and I had never felt such bliss.

Just before he came, just before I gave him such a release as he had never know before, he gasped three words, three precious words, into my ear.

“I love you,” he whispered breathlessly.

The heat of the moment, that was what it had been, yes. Erestor, my little bird, was new to this. He could have had no idea as to the pleasure that was to be found in my bed. Heat of the moment, yes.

I had never heard a sweeter sound than that of Erestor’s final cry of release. It was my name that he cried, and his that touched my lips as I came deep inside of his body.

We lay there, connected and panting for some time.

“I’m going to pull out now,” I warned him in a whisper.

He nodded, and held his breath as I slipped out. When we disconnected, it felt as if there was an overwhelming distance between us. I pulled him to me, even as he crawled into my arms, asserting and telling me that this was *his* place.

No words were needed. I held him, and he clutched at me, not willing to let go. I stroked back his hair and kissed his brow over and over again, until my little bird was breathing deeply and sleeping peacefully.

So now it is morning. I held him and watched his sleeping form for as long as I could, but as the dawning light began to spill through my window I extracted myself from his grip, carefully so as not to wake him.

I stretched lazily and with a highly satisfied smirk. Never had I felt so…fulfilled. My sated state still lingered with me from the night before. Everything was smooth. I slinked to the bathroom and back, and dressed with a smile on my face.

I stand now, fully clothed and ready to leave, watching him. The covers are pulled up around his shoulders, his cheeks are flushed with sleep, his hair is adorably mussed, something I have never seen before. And a small smile touches his lips.

I glance to the door and then back to the bed. I need to make my way to the barracks. I decided the moment I woke, with his beautiful, warm body against mine, that I would not be able to concentrate today. Yes, I’ll go to the barracks, arrange for my second in command to take over for the morning, and come back before Erestor wakes. Just the thought of undressing again and sliding back into those warm sheets with him brings a smile to my lips.

One more kiss, and I’ll run to the barracks.

~*~

Erestor hummed in pleasure. He was warm and comfortable. The first thing he noted was the pillow he rested on was not his own, and suddenly the previous night flooded back to him. He smiled, and reached for Glorfindel as he blinked away sleep. He frowned, however, and rubbed his left eye upon finding the space beside him empty.

“Glorfindel?” he croaked.

He looked about the room and tried once again, a little louder.

“Glorfindel?”

Nothing.

He looked to the bathroom door.

“Are you in there, Glorfindel?”

Nothing.

Glorfindel had simply left, and in one fell swoop all Erestor’s insecurities returned to him. Was that it, then? They had slept together, and now there was nothing else new to discover about each other?
Erestor slowly sat up, and looked about the room sadly. He did not want that to be all. He wanted Glorfindel to still meet him at noon. He wanted Glorfindel to continue to kiss him as if he were reaching for something forbidden. He wanted to walk in the gardens at night again, hand in hand amongst the closed flowers.

He sat with his shoulders slumped, wiping away a tear that had settled in the corner of his eye. He swung he legs around to touch the floor, but looked over his shoulder when the chamber door creaked open

“Erestor, you’re awake.”

“Yes, yes I am,” he replied almost defensively as he nervously fiddled with the edge of the quilt.

“I was hoping you’d still be asleep,” the warrior said as he closed the door behind him.

“Well, I’m not. You were not here when I woke.”

“I had to see my men,” Glorfindel smiled, approaching the bed as he shrugged off his outer tunic.

“Oh. Well. If you had to see your men, then.”

“Is something wrong?” Glorfindel asked with a frown, because when he sat on the edge of the mattress, Erestor stood and started to search upon the floor for his clothes.

“Nothing. Just give me a moment, and I’ll be out of your way.”

“’Out of my way’? Erestor, what nonsense is this?” he asked with a laugh.

“I…I am not so gullible and naive as to not know…not know how these things work,” he replied as he tried to straighten his robe, of which one of the sleeves had been turned inside out.

“Erestor, what are you…” Glorfindel fell silent, however, when something caught the corner of his eye “Erestor...” he began again, seriously but gently. “How do you feel, are you sore?”

“I am fine!” Erestor replied defensively as he turned around, but he fell silent as he saw Glorfindel peel back the quilt to reveal a rather large, red stain upon the bed.

“Oh,” he said quietly, as he looked down at himself and then back to the blood stained sheet. “Oh.” His chin trembled as he slowly stepped forwards and with trembling hands pulled the thin sheet from the mattress. “I…I am sorry, I will clean it…”

“Erestor...” Glorfindel started in disbelief. “Erestor, what are you doing? Let go, it doesn’t matter! I need to see if you are hurt!”

“I am fine!”

He reached for the sheet that Erestor was now frantically tugging at and pulled at the opposite corner. “Erestor, leave it!”

“No! I wouldn’t want your sheets to be soiled with my blood when you bring your next virgin to your bed!”

Glorfindel dropped the sheet he was clutching, almost sending Erestor off balance, and stared at him in utter surprise and no small amount of hurt.

“How could you say something like that?” he whispered.

When Erestor did naught but fiddle with the edge of the sheet and avoid his gaze, Glorfindel forcefully pulled the dark haired elf to him by the shoulders so that they both knelt on the bed.

“Erestor!” Glorfindel spoke firmly, giving him a sound shake.

“I told you I loved you last night,” Erestor whispered, not able to face the warrior on account of the tears that he knew glistened in his eyes. “I don’t know if you heard me or not, but, well I did.”

Glorfindel loosened his grip, a sad expression upon his face.

“And then you were not here when I woke…” He looked up then, and faced Glorfindel. “Does it all stop now?” he asked, his voice giving way. “No more shared meals, no more holding hands, no more kisses
no more...”

“Erestor,” Glorfindel interrupted, not quite knowing what to do or say. “I left this morning to give my second in command leadership for the day so that I could come back here and pull you back into my
arms before you woke.”

Erestor dropped his gaze to the bed, feeling very naked and very small. He once again began to fiddle with the corner of the sheet he held, but looked back up when Glorfindel impatiently tugged the sheet from his hands and threw it to one side.

“And last night?” Erestor asked, as if it were his last defense. He was already feeling slightly guilty about what he had implied the moment before.

“Last night?” Glorfindel asked, with less gusto, realising that Erestor had wanted, maybe needed, to hear something alike in return. “Last night,” he said again as he guiltily rubbed the back of his neck.

Erestor winced and pulled himself from Glorfindel’s loose grip. “It’s alright, don’t bother...”
Again Glorfindel pulled Erestor back to him by the crook of his arm and held him flush against his body.

“I thought…I thought it the heat of the moment! It was your first time, it’s an emotional time I...” He sighed. “Would you even believe me now, if I told you I did?”

“That would depend on whether it was true or not.”

“Erestor…”

“You know what?” Erestor interrupted him. “Don’t.” He rose from where he had been kneeling and sat down upon the bed, pulling Glorfindel down with him by the front of his shirt. He still felt as if he had been wronged in some way, but, contradictorily, no longer needed or wanted to blame Glorfindel. The elf before him looked so very guilty, sorry, and…he did not know what else.

“You…went this morning, so that you could come back?”

“Aye, I did,” Glorfindel pleaded.

“You feel something for me, too?”

“More than something, Erestor,” he whispered.

“As much as I feel for you?”

“I dare say more.”

“Then, why do we not lie down, and you can hold me until I am convinced?”

Glorfindel slowly kicked off his boots as Erestor silently unbuttoned the warrior’s shirt and pushed it down his arms. Glorfindel pulled Erestor close, bringing the dark head beneath his chin. He stroked the silky hair once, twice.

“I believe you,” Erestor murmured.

Glorfindel sighed in exhausted relief. “My little bird.”

The End.
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