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A small installment, just to show that I have not forgotten this was waiting to be completed. Thank god I found my notes on this, the file sort of got lost in the shuffle of the computer replacement.
Title: The pool (1/2)
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moldava
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: not mine
Archive: Rugbytackling
Notes: follows Night and Dawn
“Well then, now is your chance to watch from much closer… Undress and join me. Such a pity you’re so tired, warrior of Gondor..” Aragorn’s voice was silky, but there was steel in his words and he did not wait for an answer but just turned away and stepped into the pool.
Boromir’s eyes followed him, raking like nails the naked back and cupping like hands the spare, muscled buttocks.
“Come closer, don’t be shy now..”
The voice of silk and steel floated across the pool.
Aragorn had settled into it, the water barely reached his stomach and it must be fairly cold, because his nipples were standing up into stiff little points among the dark curls of chest hair.
Boromir watched mutely, his mouth dry, too dry to shape words, and he didn’t even realize that his hands had put down shield and unbuckled sword and were now busying themselves with shedding the many layers of his garments, like as many skins, dropped one after the other to leave him bare and vulnerable. And aroused.
He could sense his face burn, but still he could not look away, the ranger’s burning gaze did not allow him to and seemed to pull him forward as the warrior from Gondor took step after step into the water, barely noticing its cold temperature.
Only when he was settled on the shallow bottom of the pool in front of Aragorn did he seem to draw breath again, a deep shuddering breath.
The ranger’s lips curled into a smile and a wet hand reached out to push back a strand of hair clinging to Boromir’s cheek.
“Not so different, was it?” The question might have seemed mocking, but the tone in which it was asked was not. “Now, suppose you tell me what you saw that night by the pool outside Arwen’s apartments in Rivendell..”
As the silence lengthened without any response from Boromir, Aragorn grinned.
“If words fail you, you can always show me, you know… Let’s see.. I was sitting on the ledge of the marble pool, like I’m sitting now on the bottom of this pool. Would you care to show me what Arwen was up to? Or maybe I used the wrong word.. Maybe I should have said dare, not care..”
(tbc, just one more, I promise!)
Title: The pool (1/2)
Author:
moldavaPairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: not mine
Archive: Rugbytackling
Notes: follows Night and Dawn
“Well then, now is your chance to watch from much closer… Undress and join me. Such a pity you’re so tired, warrior of Gondor..” Aragorn’s voice was silky, but there was steel in his words and he did not wait for an answer but just turned away and stepped into the pool.
Boromir’s eyes followed him, raking like nails the naked back and cupping like hands the spare, muscled buttocks.
“Come closer, don’t be shy now..”
The voice of silk and steel floated across the pool.
Aragorn had settled into it, the water barely reached his stomach and it must be fairly cold, because his nipples were standing up into stiff little points among the dark curls of chest hair.
Boromir watched mutely, his mouth dry, too dry to shape words, and he didn’t even realize that his hands had put down shield and unbuckled sword and were now busying themselves with shedding the many layers of his garments, like as many skins, dropped one after the other to leave him bare and vulnerable. And aroused.
He could sense his face burn, but still he could not look away, the ranger’s burning gaze did not allow him to and seemed to pull him forward as the warrior from Gondor took step after step into the water, barely noticing its cold temperature.
Only when he was settled on the shallow bottom of the pool in front of Aragorn did he seem to draw breath again, a deep shuddering breath.
The ranger’s lips curled into a smile and a wet hand reached out to push back a strand of hair clinging to Boromir’s cheek.
“Not so different, was it?” The question might have seemed mocking, but the tone in which it was asked was not. “Now, suppose you tell me what you saw that night by the pool outside Arwen’s apartments in Rivendell..”
As the silence lengthened without any response from Boromir, Aragorn grinned.
“If words fail you, you can always show me, you know… Let’s see.. I was sitting on the ledge of the marble pool, like I’m sitting now on the bottom of this pool. Would you care to show me what Arwen was up to? Or maybe I used the wrong word.. Maybe I should have said dare, not care..”
(tbc, just one more, I promise!)