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Upping the ante now. If het isn't your thing, this is definitely the time to duck and run, k?

*Puts on the little red crab suit and sings*

Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
It’s possible she wants you, too
There is one way to ask her
It don’t take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl



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Chapter Nineteen




She’d kissed him.

And Amon Valar, he’d almost made a puddle right there in the backseat of his vintage car.

He did the only thing his half-functioning brain could think of.

He’d reached out for her and drawn her into his arms, turning her towards him and pulling her up his broad chest. His mouth found hers again, and hungrily he tasted her more thoroughly, not stopping until his lungs were screaming for relief. He thought it was a good thing his body had taken that deep breath beforehand, because his mind was too far gone to have thought of that on its own.

She felt so soft pressed full-length against his body like that, so delicate, so warm, so... the only thing that came to mind was perfect.

That was it. Perfect.

Not to mention she tasted like strawberries. Lush red-ripe ones, fresh plucked and covered in sweet cream.

He gazed lovingly into her beautiful eyes, so full of wonder and adoration, and wondered where she’d been all his life.

She pressed a kiss to his chin, then to the hollow there at the base of his neck between his collarbones, and soon her hands had moved to the buttons on his shirt as his fingers ran through the sun-kissed highlights of her hair. Silky and straight like his, it smelled like the Pantene conditioner he had in the shower stall at home. Her fingers continued exploring lower, working loose the button on his trousers and carefully lowering the zipper there. When her tongue delved lower, he arched up against her and let out a loud, shuddering moan.

“What is it?” she said, lifting her head and masking her sly grin with mock alarm.

“Dat’z my baelliebuddon!” he cried out, his eyes wide.

She giggled at that, delighting in his undoing.

With a mischievous growl he had scooted himself up, peeled his shirt off, and then leaned forward, pushing her back until she was stretched out beneath him for a change. He seized her lips, kissing her breathless as one of his hands wandered down her supple neck, under her lime green sweater, and along the bare skin of her shoulder, his fingers tangling in the strap of her dress and sliding it easily over the tender flesh and down her upper arm. His lips followed his hand, and soon she was the one to arch up under his ministrations. Her lime green sweater joined his navy blue sport coat and his blue-striped button-down oxford in a ménage-des-troi in the front seat.

He felt her legs part as she ran her hands down his bare back, sliding them beneath the waistband of his trousers as she reached to cup his buttocks in her palms and urged him to nestle himself down to lay between her thighs. As he settled himself in, the slit in the side of her dress fell open to reveal her right leg. Reverently, he stroked her calf, enchanted by the incredible softness he found there.

“Hoew loevlee,” he whispered, mostly to himself, not realizing he was staring now. “Ur laegz ar soe seelky... soe smuuth.... like nuthing I haev eber eggspeeriensed beafour.”

Her little titter of laughter surprised him. Puzzled, he looked up at her glowing face.

“It’s a little surprise I picked up at the store the other day,” she confided. “You know, the 50% off sale at the lingerie store at the mall?”

He nodded eagerly. If there was a half-price sale going on at the mall, Legolas Greenleaf was sure to know about it. “Dat’z like bie-won, git-won-frea,” he chanted, enthralled. His hand continued its unconscious stroking, now running from her knee all the way over her ankle down to her toes where he cautiously slid her sandal off and then let his hand glide back up. This time though, his hand didn’t stop at her knee.

His eyes almost bugged clear out of his head at what his fingers accidentally discovered.



On to Chapter Twenty

Date: November 2nd, 2006 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tularia.livejournal.com
From sweet to sexy in a few paragraphs.. but the baelliebuddon did it to me... I giggled uncontrollably... *G*

Date: November 2nd, 2006 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prance-legolas.livejournal.com
He almost acts like she's never seen a baelliebuddon before, doesn't he???

I love the picture--that's exactly how he would've looked just before blurting that part out. *g*

Date: November 2nd, 2006 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] admirabile.livejournal.com
I am SUCH a slut.

Date: November 2nd, 2006 03:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oceansnset.livejournal.com
"Slut" is such a harsh word. Let me think...
Opportunistic tramp I can usually come up with something, even when I am jealous.
skank whore It makes it harder because I do know you are really a nice person who is about to screw Legolas in the backseat of a convertable, Bitch and I think alot of you.
It's not like you are easy usually in this position and it is Legolas, after all. I'm sure most of us would do the same thing. Not fair, not fair at all!
I would chuck you out of that car and take your place in a heartbeat love you and could never say anything bad about you, Patty/Peter.

Being open minded and free loving doesn't make you a slut.

Date: November 3rd, 2006 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] admirabile.livejournal.com
ROTFL!

Hilarious.

Date: November 3rd, 2006 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prance-legolas.livejournal.com
Being open minded and free loving doesn't make you a slut.

A hippie, maybe?

*rotflmao!*

Date: November 3rd, 2006 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prance-legolas.livejournal.com
*zips lips, throws away the key....*

Date: November 2nd, 2006 02:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oceansnset.livejournal.com
Hmmm, so the "baelliebuddon" is also the "On button" for elves, or at least that one. *files this knowledge away for future reference*

Hey, where exactly is the Keeper of Legolas' Virginity during all of this? You are slacking on your job... And I thank you for that, you may have earned yourself a raise.

"His eyes almost bugged clear out of his head at what his fingers accidentally discovered." As long as Patty isn't Peter, it's ok.
Cause that would really mess with my mind.

Date: November 3rd, 2006 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prance-legolas.livejournal.com
I was here at home while the two of them were necking in the woods somewhere in Iowa where they have hardly any trees at all anyways!

Damnit.

Marty Stu/Peter Sue. Now THAT'S FUNNY! I hadn't thought of it like that at all!!! *rotflol!*

Date: November 3rd, 2006 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rsharpe.livejournal.com
Uh, is it hot in here?

Date: November 3rd, 2006 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prance-legolas.livejournal.com
Hang on. There's a cold front coming your way. Open the window for a few seconds, yeah, that'll do it....

Date: November 3rd, 2006 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] westbeilschmidt.livejournal.com
*damn damn damn damn my vivid imagination* ....sorry just visualizing everything.

Just love baelliebuddon part.

Date: November 3rd, 2006 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prance-legolas.livejournal.com
Hey, I'm very visual myself, and this story just about blinded me.

He's very fond of that baelliebuddon bit, I tell ya....

Date: November 3rd, 2006 08:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rifleman-s.livejournal.com
Mischievous, but very tender too.

And still such a gentlemanelf.

Date: November 9th, 2006 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prance-legolas.livejournal.com
He's an extremely complex package, that's for sure!

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