Only a Game
21. It's True, Then
Our legs were tangled between sleeping bags, blankets and our cloaks. Other than that we were not touching.
"Hey…" I sighed softly.
"Hey…" He answered.
His dark hair was tousled, and he was very pale. There were shadows under his eyes. He looked as if he had not slept at all.
Slowly I reached out to him and trailed the elegant line of his face, stroking from the tip of the pointed ear, across the cheekbones and jaw down to the somewhat stubborn chin.
He exhaled shakily, releasing some of the tension I felt in his body.
Suddenly I felt his heart beat in tune with my own, his breath flow with my own breathing, and his tears choke my throat. I closed the distance between us, tracing the muscles of his arms and chest with feathery light touches, and then softly touched his mouth with my lips.
As I lost myself in his silvery gaze, I recalled suddenly what Mínuíal had told me.
Is it true, I thought. Can it be true?
A shivery whisper, I heard Elrohir's voice in my mind, sad and weary, but as clear as if he had used audible words.
Do you really want to know?
My heart beating like a drum, the thought formed in my heart and mind almost on its own accord.
Yes, I do.
His eyes blazed like silver stars, as he raised himself slightly. Kissing me deeply, he pressed me back into the covers. His silky hair whispered across my stomach and my breasts, raising my nipples and making me shiver uncontrollably. He kissed me again, a long lingering kiss, which started at my temples and slid down to my lips. His slender fingers travelled down my throat, played along my collarbone and trailed down my breasts, cupping them passionately.
A low moan escaped my lips and I arched my back, pushing me against him.
Slowly our boundaries dissolved and I felt myself drowning in a sea of sweet touches and passionate caresses, our hearts completely in tune…
Suddenly the world turned golden around me. Mutual desire fulfilled itself in an unbelievable explosion of sensation and white, pure light flared to life in us and around us.
We were one.
One body, locked together in passion.
One heart, filled with love.
One mind, numb with emotion.
One soul, joined for all eternity.
It's true, then, I thought.
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