Killer Queen
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,136
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Killer Queen
Beta: keiliss
Contact: legolaslovesaragorn@yahoo.co.uk or glorfindelanderestor@yahoo.co.uk
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: Extremely AU, Humor
Disclaimer: Don’t own these elves, sadly.
Please R/R , feedback would be most appreciated:) thank you
A/N: Ok, this is one of two things. First, it's a song fic which fishy And Aprilmoon inspired me to do. Secondly, its also a pre-apology for an Actual fic I have nearly finished, which grew out of this idea into something very angsty, sad, and pretty much grim.
I hope you like the song fic, because the next thing I post will be pretty much the opposite of this.
Enjoy
Charlie
Lyrics from Queens ‘Killer Queen’
Killer Queen
Glorfindel was tired.
Nay, to say that was a severe understatement.
He was exhausted, and all he wanted was to go home to his beautiful husband Erestor, and sleep.
The drive was a long one, but finally he arrived at the house they shared and, locking the car, he trailed up the driveway and through the front door.
As he slowly walked into the bedroom, he heard the shower, and Erestor’s clear, sweet voice singing faintly under the loud cascade of water to one of his favourite cd’s.
Undoing the constricting tie from about his neck, and unbuttoning his shirt, Glorfindel dropped both lazily to the floor, his trousers following shortly.
Pulling himself sluggishly over to his side of the bed, Glorfindel collapsed with a loud groan, and drifted straight into a light doze…
“She keeps her Moet et Chandon in her pretty cabinet…”
Erestor’s sweet voice, combined with the music that he was singing along to, woke Glorfindel from his sleep, though he only caught snatches of the words.
“At anytime an invitation you can't decline…”
Sitting up, he looked around, his eyes finally coming to rest on the still-singing form of Erestor standing, towel wrapped, in the doorway.
“Caviar and cigarettes, Well versed in etiquette…Extraordinarily nice…”
Except it was not his husband standing before him. It looked like Erestor alright, but it was definitely the Erestor-that-wasn’t.
Glorfindel blinked, but when he looked again, it was still there.
“She's a Killer Queen…”
Erestor fixed deep eyes on him but continued singing. If possible the features were even more delicate than usual, and the voice a pitch higher.
Glorfindel's eyes wandered down the body that was slowly making its way over to him, but returned quickly to the familiar face.
“Dynamite with a laser beam…”
The soft body was deeply curved under the towel, long slender legs and unmistakably feminine arms were bared.
And for all it tried, it could not hide the full breasts which rested just under the towel’s edge.
“Guaranteed to blow your mind.......Anytime..”
Glorfindel, having suddenly realised the woman was moving predatorily towards him, started to scrabble backwards, fear in his eyes. His back hit the wooden bed header as the slinky form started to crawl across the bed.
“Insatiable an appetite…”
Glorfindel gulped, his eyes wide with terror, as she moved right up to him, pressing her wet form against him
“Wanna try ?”
Pretty though she was, she was not Erestor….. at least, not ‘his’ Erestor. Just thinking about what was hidden beneath that towel was making him feel extremely uneasy. It certainly held no attraction for him..
The music still played on in the background, but for now the Un-Erestor was just gazing silently at him.
“Fastidious and precise…”
Glorfindel shook his head, tried looking away, but her soft hand slipped under his chin and directed his gaze back to her.
“What’s wrong Glorfindel honey…”
Whispered words, over the chorus of the song, but they seemed not to come from her, and the more he looked at her, the more he was sure he had imagined them..
“Playful as a pussy cat..”
Glorfindel saw her look lustfully at him, and he pushed her away, not roughly, but she fell back onto the bed, and remained just laying there and gazing up at him as she panted softly.
“Then momentarily out of action…”
Glorfindel thought about escaping them, but as soon as he did, she was up and against him once more, softly purring the words.
“To absolutely drive you wild, wild..
She's all out to get you”
She smiled, her hand finding Glorfindel’s wrists and gripping them with surprising strength. As she pressed against him, the towel slipping slightly, he found he was no longer able to move.
“You wanna try...”
She sang the last words , her voice fading softly as she leaned forward.
Glorfindel’s throat constricted. He felt like he was going to suffocate as she moved towards him, lips softly pressing against his……..
“ERESTOR!”
Glorfindel opened his eyes again to find himself panting loudly. He was tangled tightly underneath the bed clothes, and the air was unbearably hot and close
Wrestling free, he sat up to find a startled looking Erestor, fresh from shower, looking at him. His eyes dropped, and he sighed in relief as he found the towel located at the waist, and No Breasts.
“I asked ‘what’s wrong Glorfindel?’” Erestor repeated, looking down at his lover with amusement, his music still playing in the back ground.
Glorfindel relaxed as he smiled at Erestor, and lay back.
"Nothing my love, just a dream..." he murmured. He was distantly aware that the music had changed. Erestor, however, shot to his feet, beaming in delight..
“Oh, I love this song! You don’t mind do you Glorfindel?” he asked. Without waiting for a reply, he started to move to the rhythm, his clear voice picking up the lyrics as he began to sing...
“She keeps her Moet et Chandon…”
Contact: legolaslovesaragorn@yahoo.co.uk or glorfindelanderestor@yahoo.co.uk
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: Extremely AU, Humor
Disclaimer: Don’t own these elves, sadly.
Please R/R , feedback would be most appreciated:) thank you
A/N: Ok, this is one of two things. First, it's a song fic which fishy And Aprilmoon inspired me to do. Secondly, its also a pre-apology for an Actual fic I have nearly finished, which grew out of this idea into something very angsty, sad, and pretty much grim.
I hope you like the song fic, because the next thing I post will be pretty much the opposite of this.
Enjoy
Charlie
Lyrics from Queens ‘Killer Queen’
Killer Queen
Glorfindel was tired.
Nay, to say that was a severe understatement.
He was exhausted, and all he wanted was to go home to his beautiful husband Erestor, and sleep.
The drive was a long one, but finally he arrived at the house they shared and, locking the car, he trailed up the driveway and through the front door.
As he slowly walked into the bedroom, he heard the shower, and Erestor’s clear, sweet voice singing faintly under the loud cascade of water to one of his favourite cd’s.
Undoing the constricting tie from about his neck, and unbuttoning his shirt, Glorfindel dropped both lazily to the floor, his trousers following shortly.
Pulling himself sluggishly over to his side of the bed, Glorfindel collapsed with a loud groan, and drifted straight into a light doze…
“She keeps her Moet et Chandon in her pretty cabinet…”
Erestor’s sweet voice, combined with the music that he was singing along to, woke Glorfindel from his sleep, though he only caught snatches of the words.
“At anytime an invitation you can't decline…”
Sitting up, he looked around, his eyes finally coming to rest on the still-singing form of Erestor standing, towel wrapped, in the doorway.
“Caviar and cigarettes, Well versed in etiquette…Extraordinarily nice…”
Except it was not his husband standing before him. It looked like Erestor alright, but it was definitely the Erestor-that-wasn’t.
Glorfindel blinked, but when he looked again, it was still there.
“She's a Killer Queen…”
Erestor fixed deep eyes on him but continued singing. If possible the features were even more delicate than usual, and the voice a pitch higher.
Glorfindel's eyes wandered down the body that was slowly making its way over to him, but returned quickly to the familiar face.
“Dynamite with a laser beam…”
The soft body was deeply curved under the towel, long slender legs and unmistakably feminine arms were bared.
And for all it tried, it could not hide the full breasts which rested just under the towel’s edge.
“Guaranteed to blow your mind.......Anytime..”
Glorfindel, having suddenly realised the woman was moving predatorily towards him, started to scrabble backwards, fear in his eyes. His back hit the wooden bed header as the slinky form started to crawl across the bed.
“Insatiable an appetite…”
Glorfindel gulped, his eyes wide with terror, as she moved right up to him, pressing her wet form against him
“Wanna try ?”
Pretty though she was, she was not Erestor….. at least, not ‘his’ Erestor. Just thinking about what was hidden beneath that towel was making him feel extremely uneasy. It certainly held no attraction for him..
The music still played on in the background, but for now the Un-Erestor was just gazing silently at him.
“Fastidious and precise…”
Glorfindel shook his head, tried looking away, but her soft hand slipped under his chin and directed his gaze back to her.
“What’s wrong Glorfindel honey…”
Whispered words, over the chorus of the song, but they seemed not to come from her, and the more he looked at her, the more he was sure he had imagined them..
“Playful as a pussy cat..”
Glorfindel saw her look lustfully at him, and he pushed her away, not roughly, but she fell back onto the bed, and remained just laying there and gazing up at him as she panted softly.
“Then momentarily out of action…”
Glorfindel thought about escaping them, but as soon as he did, she was up and against him once more, softly purring the words.
“To absolutely drive you wild, wild..
She's all out to get you”
She smiled, her hand finding Glorfindel’s wrists and gripping them with surprising strength. As she pressed against him, the towel slipping slightly, he found he was no longer able to move.
“You wanna try...”
She sang the last words , her voice fading softly as she leaned forward.
Glorfindel’s throat constricted. He felt like he was going to suffocate as she moved towards him, lips softly pressing against his……..
“ERESTOR!”
Glorfindel opened his eyes again to find himself panting loudly. He was tangled tightly underneath the bed clothes, and the air was unbearably hot and close
Wrestling free, he sat up to find a startled looking Erestor, fresh from shower, looking at him. His eyes dropped, and he sighed in relief as he found the towel located at the waist, and No Breasts.
“I asked ‘what’s wrong Glorfindel?’” Erestor repeated, looking down at his lover with amusement, his music still playing in the back ground.
Glorfindel relaxed as he smiled at Erestor, and lay back.
"Nothing my love, just a dream..." he murmured. He was distantly aware that the music had changed. Erestor, however, shot to his feet, beaming in delight..
“Oh, I love this song! You don’t mind do you Glorfindel?” he asked. Without waiting for a reply, he started to move to the rhythm, his clear voice picking up the lyrics as he began to sing...
“She keeps her Moet et Chandon…”