More het!smut
This goes as follows: Fluff-angst-smut-fluff. (angst). NC-17 in parts, Ioreth/Glorfindel. Occurs some random amount of time after the last thing posted.
Glorfindel: *flirts*
Ioreth: *flirts back*
Glorfindel: *smooches*
Ioreth: *plays with your hair* I'll admit, you're healing much faster than I thought you would. *smirk* I'm going to
have to figure out some way of testing whether you're strong enough to be let out of the Houses. *pretends to think about it*
Glorfindel: *leans back against you* Oh? And what kind of test would you propose?
Ioreth: I'm sure I'll think of something... appropriate. *kisses*
Glorfindel: *snuggles* I think I should remain her for some time yet.
Ioreth: And you are welcome to stay as long as you wish. I do not wish to interfere with your duty, though. *quietly* Or allow my feelings to interfere with mine.
Glorfindel: *sighs and closes eyes* My duty calls me north again as soon as I am able to make the journey. The Darkness spreads, and my lord needs me.
Ioreth: I know. *falls silent* *starts playing with your hair again*
Glorfindel: *quietly* It will not be long.
Ioreth: And even so, you have already stayed here too long for your liking, I'm sure. *idly redoes a braid*
Glorfindel: *faint smile* Nay. I am frustrated with my weakness, not with my accomodations.
Ioreth: You're right. The beds are soft, the rooms are warm, the company is good... *grins* *snuggles* What were you complaining about again?
Glorfindel: The infrequent baths? Dependency on Secondborn for all my smallest needs? *grins and tickles* Nagging healers.
Ioreth: *squirms* You get twice as many baths as anyone else here. Either you're twice as fussy... stop it!... or twice as dirty.
Glorfindel: *stops and kisses* Elves are fussy by nature. It's difficult work, being so stunningly beautiful all the time, all so we can live up to human expectations.
Ioreth: *chuckles* Is that so? What's your excuse for always pulling me in there with you, then?
Glorfindel: All work and no play makes Glorfindel a sour elf.
Ioreth: *smiles* *kisses* And we can't have that. As cute as you are when you pout.
Glorfindel: I get grumpy. *abruptly pulling you down in a tangle of sheets for a deeper, longer kiss accompanied by a healthy amount of groping*
Ioreth: You look... mmm... cute when you're grumpy, too. *wriggles into a more comfortable position and kisses your shoulder*
Glorfindel: I thought I looked terrifying and stern. *nuzzles*
Ioreth: Stern and cute.
Glorfindel: *smiles* How disappointing. I shall have to improve upon it. *lightly strokes your arms* You are wearing entirely too much clothing, my dear.
Ioreth: *chuckles* Demanding Elf. *sits up and quickly gets rid of the layers, throwing them off to one side somewhat carelessly* *leans down for another kiss* Better?
Glorfindel: *playfully snuggling against you, letting my hands roam freely and lingering where I know you find the most pleasure* Much.
Ioreth: *breath catching* I think now you are the one, my Elf, who is wearing too much clothing. *tugs at his trousers*
Glorfindel: *raising my hips obligingly* Do with them what you will. I've been pondering a means of getting out of them all day.
Ioreth: *smirks* *kisses your chest and then undoes the trousers, ending up out of the bed holding them and looking like I've just had a good idea* I think I might have to confiscate these. You're not meant to be getting out of bed anyway. *puts them to one side and then pounces you, giggling*
Glorfindel: *catches and rolls you onto your back beneath me* Terrible shame. I shall have to explain my state to Lord Elrond when I return home. "It is a strange new custom of Men, my lord ... "
Ioreth: *starts laughing hysterically* No, no... I will return them to you when you have to go. But for now, I don't think you'll be requiring clothing of any sort.
Glorfindel: *Grinning wickedly, I slide down the bed and part your legs, brushing teasing kisses over the inside of your thighs*
Ioreth: Damned... *bites lip* tease...
Glorfindel: *crouches over you quick as a cat, still wearing that spritely grin* Would you prefer I get straight to business?
Ioreth: *pouts* Just don't tease.
Glorfindel: Very well then. *drops down for another long kiss, my growing arousal brushing against you*
Ioreth: *arches up against you* I've not got forever to wait, Elf. *nips at your shoulder*
Glorfindel: *nips at your lower lip* Then perhaps you should set the pace, Healer. *I pull you to me and easily reverse our positions, so you are now on top and in control.* Show me what you desire.
Ioreth: *eyes fluttering closed as I sink down on you* Be careful what you ask for. *starts to move, shifting position until the angle is just right.* Ah...
Glorfindel: *squirms and tries unsuccessfully to maintain a semblance of dignity*
Ioreth: *drags nails lightly down your chest as the tempo quickens* Mmmnn... good idea.
Glorfindel: *shuddering breath* Clearly ... you do not ... need my ... guidance. *groans and grasps your hips, pulling you down further*
Ioreth: *murmurs something incoherent in agreement and lets my hands wander over you blindly, eyes still closed*
Glorfindel: *letting you control the pace and tell me what you want with your movements, urging you on, sometimes having the presence of mind for a grope or two*
Ioreth: *cries out softly and clenches around you, still moving although the rhythm grows more and more erratic*
Glorfindel: *bites lip, following you as best I can, all thought of anything but your warmth around me gone*
Ioreth: *shivers, leaning forward to kiss you* You're going to need another bath, I think.
Glorfindel: *breathing raggedly* A hot bath. With lots of water. And a pretty assistant.
Ioreth: Mnm. *shifts to your side, snuggling in* Hot bath. Lots of water. Can't promise I'll be able to find you a pretty assistant, but I'll try my best. *little yawn* Definately need a bath. In a bit.
Glorfindel: *wrapping an arm around your shoulders* Yes. In a bit. *I snuggle close, resting my head against yours. Our remaining time together is far less than you think. In two days, maybe three, I will be fit to ride for Imladris.*
Glorfindel: *flirts*
Ioreth: *flirts back*
Glorfindel: *smooches*
Ioreth: *plays with your hair* I'll admit, you're healing much faster than I thought you would. *smirk* I'm going to
have to figure out some way of testing whether you're strong enough to be let out of the Houses. *pretends to think about it*
Glorfindel: *leans back against you* Oh? And what kind of test would you propose?
Ioreth: I'm sure I'll think of something... appropriate. *kisses*
Glorfindel: *snuggles* I think I should remain her for some time yet.
Ioreth: And you are welcome to stay as long as you wish. I do not wish to interfere with your duty, though. *quietly* Or allow my feelings to interfere with mine.
Glorfindel: *sighs and closes eyes* My duty calls me north again as soon as I am able to make the journey. The Darkness spreads, and my lord needs me.
Ioreth: I know. *falls silent* *starts playing with your hair again*
Glorfindel: *quietly* It will not be long.
Ioreth: And even so, you have already stayed here too long for your liking, I'm sure. *idly redoes a braid*
Glorfindel: *faint smile* Nay. I am frustrated with my weakness, not with my accomodations.
Ioreth: You're right. The beds are soft, the rooms are warm, the company is good... *grins* *snuggles* What were you complaining about again?
Glorfindel: The infrequent baths? Dependency on Secondborn for all my smallest needs? *grins and tickles* Nagging healers.
Ioreth: *squirms* You get twice as many baths as anyone else here. Either you're twice as fussy... stop it!... or twice as dirty.
Glorfindel: *stops and kisses* Elves are fussy by nature. It's difficult work, being so stunningly beautiful all the time, all so we can live up to human expectations.
Ioreth: *chuckles* Is that so? What's your excuse for always pulling me in there with you, then?
Glorfindel: All work and no play makes Glorfindel a sour elf.
Ioreth: *smiles* *kisses* And we can't have that. As cute as you are when you pout.
Glorfindel: I get grumpy. *abruptly pulling you down in a tangle of sheets for a deeper, longer kiss accompanied by a healthy amount of groping*
Ioreth: You look... mmm... cute when you're grumpy, too. *wriggles into a more comfortable position and kisses your shoulder*
Glorfindel: I thought I looked terrifying and stern. *nuzzles*
Ioreth: Stern and cute.
Glorfindel: *smiles* How disappointing. I shall have to improve upon it. *lightly strokes your arms* You are wearing entirely too much clothing, my dear.
Ioreth: *chuckles* Demanding Elf. *sits up and quickly gets rid of the layers, throwing them off to one side somewhat carelessly* *leans down for another kiss* Better?
Glorfindel: *playfully snuggling against you, letting my hands roam freely and lingering where I know you find the most pleasure* Much.
Ioreth: *breath catching* I think now you are the one, my Elf, who is wearing too much clothing. *tugs at his trousers*
Glorfindel: *raising my hips obligingly* Do with them what you will. I've been pondering a means of getting out of them all day.
Ioreth: *smirks* *kisses your chest and then undoes the trousers, ending up out of the bed holding them and looking like I've just had a good idea* I think I might have to confiscate these. You're not meant to be getting out of bed anyway. *puts them to one side and then pounces you, giggling*
Glorfindel: *catches and rolls you onto your back beneath me* Terrible shame. I shall have to explain my state to Lord Elrond when I return home. "It is a strange new custom of Men, my lord ... "
Ioreth: *starts laughing hysterically* No, no... I will return them to you when you have to go. But for now, I don't think you'll be requiring clothing of any sort.
Glorfindel: *Grinning wickedly, I slide down the bed and part your legs, brushing teasing kisses over the inside of your thighs*
Ioreth: Damned... *bites lip* tease...
Glorfindel: *crouches over you quick as a cat, still wearing that spritely grin* Would you prefer I get straight to business?
Ioreth: *pouts* Just don't tease.
Glorfindel: Very well then. *drops down for another long kiss, my growing arousal brushing against you*
Ioreth: *arches up against you* I've not got forever to wait, Elf. *nips at your shoulder*
Glorfindel: *nips at your lower lip* Then perhaps you should set the pace, Healer. *I pull you to me and easily reverse our positions, so you are now on top and in control.* Show me what you desire.
Ioreth: *eyes fluttering closed as I sink down on you* Be careful what you ask for. *starts to move, shifting position until the angle is just right.* Ah...
Glorfindel: *squirms and tries unsuccessfully to maintain a semblance of dignity*
Ioreth: *drags nails lightly down your chest as the tempo quickens* Mmmnn... good idea.
Glorfindel: *shuddering breath* Clearly ... you do not ... need my ... guidance. *groans and grasps your hips, pulling you down further*
Ioreth: *murmurs something incoherent in agreement and lets my hands wander over you blindly, eyes still closed*
Glorfindel: *letting you control the pace and tell me what you want with your movements, urging you on, sometimes having the presence of mind for a grope or two*
Ioreth: *cries out softly and clenches around you, still moving although the rhythm grows more and more erratic*
Glorfindel: *bites lip, following you as best I can, all thought of anything but your warmth around me gone*
Ioreth: *shivers, leaning forward to kiss you* You're going to need another bath, I think.
Glorfindel: *breathing raggedly* A hot bath. With lots of water. And a pretty assistant.
Ioreth: Mnm. *shifts to your side, snuggling in* Hot bath. Lots of water. Can't promise I'll be able to find you a pretty assistant, but I'll try my best. *little yawn* Definately need a bath. In a bit.
Glorfindel: *wrapping an arm around your shoulders* Yes. In a bit. *I snuggle close, resting my head against yours. Our remaining time together is far less than you think. In two days, maybe three, I will be fit to ride for Imladris.*