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Adult +
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616
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1
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Closer
Title: Closer
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Warnings: Slash
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: March 24: prompt: ‘closer’ Rúmil finally takes things in hand and goes after Linder.
Author's Note: None
Rúmil had finally had enough. For too long had Lindir given him the slip, denied his subtle advances, but no longer. He knew that Lindir felt the same way that he did and Rúmil would bring the chase to an end right now. Stalking into Lindir’s chambers without knocking, he shut and bolted the door before walking into Lindir’s bedchamber.
Lindir turned when he heard the door open and looked wide-eyed at the Marchwarden who stood just inside his bedchamber. As they stared into each other’s eyes, Lindir started to smile on the inside, ‘finally Rúmil was going to take control.’ But deciding to still play hard to get, he demanded, “Rúmil, what are you doing here?”
Rúmil narrowed his eyes, not missing the hint of a smile in those aquamarine eyes. Not answering him, he made his own demand, “Come here.”
Lindir shivered with desire but only took a couple of small steps forward before he stopped, not able to hide his smile any longer. When Rúmil arched a brow and said, “Closer,” he moved one more step.
Rúmil had to keep himself from leaping across the chamber to Lindir, wanting the minstrel to come to him. Closer and closer he said until finally Lindir was standing before him and he growled, “Closer.”
Lindir gave a wicked smile before he threw his arms around Rúmil’s neck and brought his head down for a passionate kiss. Finally after he thoroughly explored the Marchwarden’s mouth, he leaned back and gasped, “Is this close enough?”
Rúmil shook his head as he swung the minstrel up into his arms and said, “No, not nearly enough.”
The End
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Warnings: Slash
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: March 24: prompt: ‘closer’ Rúmil finally takes things in hand and goes after Linder.
Author's Note: None
Rúmil had finally had enough. For too long had Lindir given him the slip, denied his subtle advances, but no longer. He knew that Lindir felt the same way that he did and Rúmil would bring the chase to an end right now. Stalking into Lindir’s chambers without knocking, he shut and bolted the door before walking into Lindir’s bedchamber.
Lindir turned when he heard the door open and looked wide-eyed at the Marchwarden who stood just inside his bedchamber. As they stared into each other’s eyes, Lindir started to smile on the inside, ‘finally Rúmil was going to take control.’ But deciding to still play hard to get, he demanded, “Rúmil, what are you doing here?”
Rúmil narrowed his eyes, not missing the hint of a smile in those aquamarine eyes. Not answering him, he made his own demand, “Come here.”
Lindir shivered with desire but only took a couple of small steps forward before he stopped, not able to hide his smile any longer. When Rúmil arched a brow and said, “Closer,” he moved one more step.
Rúmil had to keep himself from leaping across the chamber to Lindir, wanting the minstrel to come to him. Closer and closer he said until finally Lindir was standing before him and he growled, “Closer.”
Lindir gave a wicked smile before he threw his arms around Rúmil’s neck and brought his head down for a passionate kiss. Finally after he thoroughly explored the Marchwarden’s mouth, he leaned back and gasped, “Is this close enough?”
Rúmil shook his head as he swung the minstrel up into his arms and said, “No, not nearly enough.”
The End