FIC: Yours, Yes (NC-17)

[helens78]

Title: Yours, Yes
Author: helens78
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Disclaimer: Playing in someone else's sandbox. No theft intended.
Summary: "Give." "No." "Give. Now."
Notes: Semi-con, semi-dialogue!fic. Inspired by the fact that Est!Sean and Est!Vig still haven't done an all-out Aragorn/Boromir roleplaying scene.


"Give."

"...no..."

"Give. Now."

"No--"

Teeth dig hard into fingers; the fingers only grip harder, and breath comes faster. The scent of dirt and sweat comes hard to both as the one free hand gropes under jackets and velvet for trousers, tugging at laces and pulling down fabric.

"Mine."

A muffled grunt; a head shakes hard. Lips trace the shell of an ear.

"Mine." A whisper, complete with another rough squeeze of fingers over lips and jaw. Fingers pressing in, and hips arching back to meet them. "Mine." A satisfied whisper; the fingers leave lips to trace down to throat and grasp there, lightly, teasing.

Hard, sharp thrust; an inch, if that, hard-won, hard-given. The soft mewl is stifled with an angry grunt, and hips arch back. A head falling onto a strong, shaking shoulder, with several soft pants. Another thrust, and another answering press of hips. Teeth sink into the flesh and bone of shoulder. Last inches taken with pants and bites and hard, quivering shudders.

Soft tears, curving lines over cheeks, falling onto fingers-on-throat.

"Mine," whispered into that ear, "always, mine."

And finally, a shaking "Yes."

Rough, fast movement, until the hand comes back to lips; soft, panted moans, muffled by fingers and sweat-scented leather. A startled, begging cry, and its answering mate; collapse.

"Mine," in the darkness.

A quiet nod of head; agreement.

An affectionate tousle of hair. "Fight me harder, next time."

Collapse, again, if it were possible. A shuddering nod.

The press of lips to the back of neck; the taste of salt on skin. "Beautiful. Mine."

"...yours. Yes."

"Rest now. The dawn is upon us all too soon."

Relief as the weight lifts. Sighs as the ache from emptiness becomes the ache from having been filled.

Tears as eyes stay closed, wanting to hold back the dawn.

Comments

[delphynn.livejournal.com]

Needless to say, I loved this. :)

[helens78]

Thank you!

[grizelda.livejournal.com]

*sighs*

*rereads twice*

Loving this. Absolutely brilliant. *claps*

[helens78]

Thank you!!

[cruisedirector]

Yes. Guh. It's always interesting when it's a little adversarial.

[helens78]

Oh, I agree completely. Thank you!

[archet.livejournal.com]

*shiver* The possessiveiness, heat, compelling descriptions and that thread of sadness--great from start to finish. I very much enjoyed. Thanks!

[helens78]

Thank you so much! Glad you liked it! :)