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tripledogdare challenge which just unveiled. The prompt was..."not so great sex...". So here we have not so smooooove elves having a spot of trouble. He he he. Poor babies. This continues another story or two for this character (OC). You can find them here:
Prologue: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/84076.html
Slashy Santa: http://community.livejournal.com/slashy_santa/33626.html
But on to the story....
Title: Interrupted
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
phyncke
Challenge Name: The joy of NOT so good sex
Pairing: Fingolfin/Ariannon (OC)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Beta:khylea
Summary: Fingolfin and his lover Ariannon change their usual pattern of lovemaking and have some difficulties.
Interrupted
The wind whistled outside over the stone walls of Mithrim by the lake of the same name, and two elves were sheltered safely inside the fortress, in front of the fire, in bed, though neither spoke and the warm air around them seemed tense. They lay legs straight, one with toes peeking out from under the linens.
“It is always awkward the first time.”
Fingolfin made the first attempt at conversation, ending the silence which had grown between them as they lay side by side, the down-filled comforter pulled up to their chins. Ariannon was apparently studying the rococo pattern weaved into the tapestry overhead, following first one swirling line, then another with his gaze. Finally, after some time, he answered tensely,
“I doubt very much it was ever that awkward for you.”
The king did not respond to his lover right away, mulling over what might be of comfort in this moment of interrupted lovemaking. He was new to this type of bedsport as well. His first experience making love to a male had been on a cold mountain top not too long ago. It had been a magical, wonderful night, followed by many others, though now he regretted asking for a change to their usual habit of loving. He had been inspired one day in council, as his mind drifted when it should not, and he had come up with this plan for their relationship. It was his idea to enhance the sexual experiences between them, increase their satisfaction, and make things different.
HE had wanted to be seduced. He had wanted to be pursued. For just one moment he had wanted to forget he was the high king, in a position of power, and have Ariannon make love to HIM, so he could feel his lover’s strength. It had all gone horribly wrong and here they lay, the fire crackling in the hearth, the wine opened by the bed, yet not drunk.
All had stopped with the act incomplete and evidently it had been a BAD idea. But no, perhaps not.
Fingolfin turned to his side to look at Ariannon’s deep red hair and handsome profile, as a wicked, yet incredibly enticing thought occurred to him.
“You know, all you need is some practice, Aira.” He propped up on his elbow with a small smile playing on his lips. “Much like me with my sword at battle, you following?”
Ariannon grinned at that suggestion, as always understanding the king’s logic.
“I am, I am.”
“So I say, practice makes perfect. I am willing to aid you in this.” Fingolfin was smirking now.
Ariannon turned to face his dark lover, his eyes all amusement.
“That is very selfless of you, to dedicate yourself to this.”
“Oh, I know. I will devote myself to it.”
“Uh huh.”
“Shall we start now?”
Ariannon leaned forward to softly kiss Fingolfin, and whispered. “Yes, my king, we will practice until we can practice no more.”
The royal elf liked the sound of that.
**And so it goes…**
Hope you like this one and comments are welcome!
tripledogdare challenge which just unveiled. The prompt was..."not so great sex...". So here we have not so smooooove elves having a spot of trouble. He he he. Poor babies. This continues another story or two for this character (OC). You can find them here: Prologue: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/84076.html
Slashy Santa: http://community.livejournal.com/slashy_santa/33626.html
But on to the story....
Title: Interrupted
Author:
phynckeChallenge Name: The joy of NOT so good sex
Pairing: Fingolfin/Ariannon (OC)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Beta:
khyleaSummary: Fingolfin and his lover Ariannon change their usual pattern of lovemaking and have some difficulties.
Interrupted
The wind whistled outside over the stone walls of Mithrim by the lake of the same name, and two elves were sheltered safely inside the fortress, in front of the fire, in bed, though neither spoke and the warm air around them seemed tense. They lay legs straight, one with toes peeking out from under the linens.
“It is always awkward the first time.”
Fingolfin made the first attempt at conversation, ending the silence which had grown between them as they lay side by side, the down-filled comforter pulled up to their chins. Ariannon was apparently studying the rococo pattern weaved into the tapestry overhead, following first one swirling line, then another with his gaze. Finally, after some time, he answered tensely,
“I doubt very much it was ever that awkward for you.”
The king did not respond to his lover right away, mulling over what might be of comfort in this moment of interrupted lovemaking. He was new to this type of bedsport as well. His first experience making love to a male had been on a cold mountain top not too long ago. It had been a magical, wonderful night, followed by many others, though now he regretted asking for a change to their usual habit of loving. He had been inspired one day in council, as his mind drifted when it should not, and he had come up with this plan for their relationship. It was his idea to enhance the sexual experiences between them, increase their satisfaction, and make things different.
HE had wanted to be seduced. He had wanted to be pursued. For just one moment he had wanted to forget he was the high king, in a position of power, and have Ariannon make love to HIM, so he could feel his lover’s strength. It had all gone horribly wrong and here they lay, the fire crackling in the hearth, the wine opened by the bed, yet not drunk.
All had stopped with the act incomplete and evidently it had been a BAD idea. But no, perhaps not.
Fingolfin turned to his side to look at Ariannon’s deep red hair and handsome profile, as a wicked, yet incredibly enticing thought occurred to him.
“You know, all you need is some practice, Aira.” He propped up on his elbow with a small smile playing on his lips. “Much like me with my sword at battle, you following?”
Ariannon grinned at that suggestion, as always understanding the king’s logic.
“I am, I am.”
“So I say, practice makes perfect. I am willing to aid you in this.” Fingolfin was smirking now.
Ariannon turned to face his dark lover, his eyes all amusement.
“That is very selfless of you, to dedicate yourself to this.”
“Oh, I know. I will devote myself to it.”
“Uh huh.”
“Shall we start now?”
Ariannon leaned forward to softly kiss Fingolfin, and whispered. “Yes, my king, we will practice until we can practice no more.”
The royal elf liked the sound of that.
**And so it goes…**
Hope you like this one and comments are welcome!
