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sophinisba) wrote2006-09-07 08:45 am
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F/A Five Things ficlet
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claudia603, rated R,
Five Things Aragorn Would Like to Do to Frodo in Bed
The sun has risen and Frodo is still sleeping, and Aragorn remembers the journey just out of Rivendell, when the company traveled by night and slept by day, and Frodo needed his sleep, but sometimes Aragorn would rouse him, and drag him by the hand away from the others, and drag him to the ground, shoving layers of clothing out of the way to touch skin that prickled in the cold and then pricked up with heat. Touch each other, skin to skin, and fall among the dry leaves. If Frodo would stay here till December, or even till the autumn, Aragorn would take him out of the city, perhaps only as far as the Grey Wood, but under the trees he'd make a bed of leaves, and make Frodo lie down on it. And make Frodo his.
Things were desperate in those days and they aren't anymore, and Frodo is slowly regaining his strength. But Aragorn would like to have him stay here, until he's healthy and whole again, and then find that urgency they had when first they came together. He'd like to make Frodo desperate for him when he pushes in from behind. And Frodo on his knees on the bed (on this very bed, it can happen, Aragorn thinks, they only need time) falling forward as his arms collapse, as he screams into the sheets, as the pain brings more pleasure than a gentle touch ever could and he comes and crashes and cries out.
Still Frodo sleeps, and still Aragorn watches. He's thought about waking him up slipping something (oh, perhaps a bunched up square of silk, perhaps a simple strip of leather) into his mouth, whispering a request for permission. And he knows Frodo's eyes would go round and wet in surprise, in fright, but that after a few moments he'd nod. Of course. Any way Aragorn wants to take him. He could tie Frodo's limbs to the bedpost if he wanted. Leave him naked and powerless and squirming, and Frodo would moan with muted ecstasy against the gag as Aragorn sucked him dry. One of these days.
In the meantime, he'd like to keep waking up with him the way he has these last few mornings, with sunlight through the high windows, with soft kisses at the tips of his ears, at the edge of his dark hair, hands brushing down his sides and circling his waist, toughing and teasing until Frodo opens his eyes and opens his mouth to laugh.
He'd like to keep him here. In this bed, in Gondor, in Middle-earth, for the rest of his days and the years together. But he knows he cannot.
claudia603, rated R, Five Things Aragorn Would Like to Do to Frodo in Bed
The sun has risen and Frodo is still sleeping, and Aragorn remembers the journey just out of Rivendell, when the company traveled by night and slept by day, and Frodo needed his sleep, but sometimes Aragorn would rouse him, and drag him by the hand away from the others, and drag him to the ground, shoving layers of clothing out of the way to touch skin that prickled in the cold and then pricked up with heat. Touch each other, skin to skin, and fall among the dry leaves. If Frodo would stay here till December, or even till the autumn, Aragorn would take him out of the city, perhaps only as far as the Grey Wood, but under the trees he'd make a bed of leaves, and make Frodo lie down on it. And make Frodo his.
Things were desperate in those days and they aren't anymore, and Frodo is slowly regaining his strength. But Aragorn would like to have him stay here, until he's healthy and whole again, and then find that urgency they had when first they came together. He'd like to make Frodo desperate for him when he pushes in from behind. And Frodo on his knees on the bed (on this very bed, it can happen, Aragorn thinks, they only need time) falling forward as his arms collapse, as he screams into the sheets, as the pain brings more pleasure than a gentle touch ever could and he comes and crashes and cries out.
Still Frodo sleeps, and still Aragorn watches. He's thought about waking him up slipping something (oh, perhaps a bunched up square of silk, perhaps a simple strip of leather) into his mouth, whispering a request for permission. And he knows Frodo's eyes would go round and wet in surprise, in fright, but that after a few moments he'd nod. Of course. Any way Aragorn wants to take him. He could tie Frodo's limbs to the bedpost if he wanted. Leave him naked and powerless and squirming, and Frodo would moan with muted ecstasy against the gag as Aragorn sucked him dry. One of these days.
In the meantime, he'd like to keep waking up with him the way he has these last few mornings, with sunlight through the high windows, with soft kisses at the tips of his ears, at the edge of his dark hair, hands brushing down his sides and circling his waist, toughing and teasing until Frodo opens his eyes and opens his mouth to laugh.
He'd like to keep him here. In this bed, in Gondor, in Middle-earth, for the rest of his days and the years together. But he knows he cannot.
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Ooooh, such passion! :O
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So many lovely phrases, but this one is one of my favorites.
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Kisses.
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I like the way Aragorn wakes Frodo. *is envious* *of both*
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Poetic and yet yummy is like, what I want to strive for always. Thank you very much.
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One of the sexiest paragraphs written ever! *pant*
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He could tie Frodo's limbs to the bedpost if he wanted. Leave him naked and powerless and squirming, and Frodo would moan with muted ecstasy against the gag as Aragorn sucked him dry. One of these days.
I loved that paragraph because of the last sentence. Aragorn is so matter-of-fact about his thoughts and so confident that it IS in fact going to happen. Love it, love it.
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And Frodo on his knees on the bed -- falling forward as his arms collapse, as he screams into the sheets, as the pain brings more pleasure than a gentle touch ever could and he comes and crashes and cries out.
And that third one has me squirming in my seat.
But the last two are just so ... sweet and warm and angsty.
Perfect.
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You've put me in a very happy place and I thank you for that!
xox
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