Her Handsome Hero (Winter 1600) [Elrohir]
Apr 21, 2018 0:42:23 GMT -5
Post by TAURIEL on Apr 21, 2018 0:42:23 GMT -5
Tauriel honestly was walking on a cloud, while dancing. Her feet and mind knew the steps. Teasing Elrohir, teasing herself with such thoughts. They'd been almost to the hall doorway when they were stopped by Erestor who regarded them with mischief and tried to detain the pair but let them go when he spied Glorfindel about to spike the punch that was already wine but the blonde elf looked like he was going to add something more...liberating to the bowl. Erestor excused himself to go try and contain the heroic blonde. Tauriel giggled as Elrohir was eager to pull her away, taking the chance when he saw it. That they could escape. With her fingers entwined with the dark prince. Tauriel found soon that Elrohir was going to be quite true to his word.
It was door locked, shades are drawn down. A trail of clothing that lead from the door to the writing desk to the bed. It was wrapped up in Elrohir’s arms, a sheet wrapped around them. It was just them, shutting out the world. Reconnecting with one another in the heated primal desires of hormones and adrenaline. It was waking up in the morning with one another. True to his word…
***
The faint sunlight creeping along the bottom of the shades and the soft breath of sleep falling away. Red hair shifting against the silver eyed lord’s chest. Her fingertips tracing her name upon his breast. A kiss placed along bare flesh with a reverential desire that lingered in a feral way at the edges of her thoughts. “When should we tell everyone?” she asked him softly, a hand caressed the length of his arm and another chaste kiss placed to the top of his shoulder. Her mind turned over the night. Engaged, she said yes to his proposal but not they had to make the declaration of an intent public, they had to have silver rings crafted.
Tauriel rolled away and laid on her back too and tried to quiet her thoughts. To prepare for the day, she was certain her healing and studying lessons would begin today.
It was door locked, shades are drawn down. A trail of clothing that lead from the door to the writing desk to the bed. It was wrapped up in Elrohir’s arms, a sheet wrapped around them. It was just them, shutting out the world. Reconnecting with one another in the heated primal desires of hormones and adrenaline. It was waking up in the morning with one another. True to his word…
***
The faint sunlight creeping along the bottom of the shades and the soft breath of sleep falling away. Red hair shifting against the silver eyed lord’s chest. Her fingertips tracing her name upon his breast. A kiss placed along bare flesh with a reverential desire that lingered in a feral way at the edges of her thoughts. “When should we tell everyone?” she asked him softly, a hand caressed the length of his arm and another chaste kiss placed to the top of his shoulder. Her mind turned over the night. Engaged, she said yes to his proposal but not they had to make the declaration of an intent public, they had to have silver rings crafted.
Tauriel rolled away and laid on her back too and tried to quiet her thoughts. To prepare for the day, she was certain her healing and studying lessons would begin today.