By Lossefalme, for Queen Mee (Marian)!

WARNING: This “chapter” is more involved than the first one…it is NOT suitable for readers under 17!

Legolas hurried to unlock the door, stepping inside the house quietly. It had taken him longer than expected at the store and he hoped Marian would not be angry with him. He shut the door behind him, frowning at the silence that greeted his ears. The house was dark. Concern touched him, and he pulled off the hat he’d worn to conceal his pointed ears quickly, tossing it aside.

He heard the barest of noises from down the hall and froze, listening.

“Legolas?” Marian called. “Is that you?”

Relief washed over the elf at the sound of her familiar voice and he smiled. “Yes, my love. I have returned.”

“Come here,” Marian ordered softly, and Legolas caught up the chocolate syrup he’d just bought, heading for the bedroom. He turned the corner into the room and stopped in the doorway, hesitating.

Marian lie on her back, covered up to her chin with the blankets, but she’d left her hair down and it spread out over her shoulders, shining copper red in the glow of the candles burning on the dresser. He swallowed hard, entering the room, and sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss her forehead lightly.

“I am sorry it took so long,” Legolas apologized immediately. “I did not mean to be so late… the store was very busy…”

Marian smiled and shook her head, putting a finger to his lips, as she often had to do. “Legolas, hush,” she whispered. “It’s all right.” Her eyes flicked down to the bottle in his hand and her smile grew. She met his gaze once again. “So you got what you went out for, then?”

The elf smiled against the fingers still on his lips and kissed them. “Yes, love. Of course I did.”

“Good boy.” Marian’s lips parted to show her teeth and she reached over to take the bottle gently from Legolas’ fingers. She sat up in the bed, letting the sheets fall away from her body, and Legolas noticed she wore the short silken nightgown that had a habit of driving him crazy.

He swallowed again, already feeling the blood quicken in his veins, his mind racing with the thoughts of what this night would bring…

Marian rose to her knees, leaning forward to put her lips next to his ear. “I’m having a craving for chocolate,” she whispered hotly, and Legolas caught his breath. She drew back, planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth, and he met her eyes hungrily, feeling a fire start under his skin. She smiled wickedly at him, one hand moving to the clasps of his green and brown tunic. She unhooked them quickly, having had much practice with the delicate elfish fasteners, and slide the tunic off his shoulders.

Legolas himself did not move, but let Marian begin to work on the clasps of his under-tunic. He watched her carefully, noting every movement of her slender fingers, the wisps of hair that fell over her face, the play of light on the nightgown she wore… his hands itched to rise to her face, her neck, to feel every curve of her body beneath the silk that covered it. But he did not move. He waited.

Marian saw the look in Legolas’ eyes as she unfastened the first few hooks on his under-tunic and smiled softly, sliding her free hand from the clasps to move beneath the high collar of the shimmering material. She ran her hand lightly over his bare shoulder, across his collarbone, and down over his well toned chest. The feel of his skin against her palm sent shivers through her and Marian hurriedly set the bottle of chocolate syrup on the nightstand, turning all her attention to stripping Legolas of his clothes.

She stood from the bed and he followed her lead, but as she finished unhooking his under-tunic Legolas suddenly caught her in his arms, pulling her into his strong body and kissing her fully on the mouth. Marian accepted his tongue eagerly, the taste of him making her impatient for more. She pushed the tunic off his shoulders forcefully, baring his well muscled upper body to the candlelight.

The sight of his body took her breath away, no matter how many times she saw it, and Marian couldn’t help but think – and not for the first time – that she had to be the luckiest woman in the world to have this elf all to herself.

Legolas pressed her against him, his mouth moving from her lips to plant hot kisses along her jaw, under her ear, down the line of her neck. He nipped at her shoulder, his hands moving freely over the soft material of her nightgown, sliding down her sides and over her hips to her rear.

Marian wrapped her hands in Legolas’ soft hair and caught fistfuls of the long blonde locks, pulling his lips from her neck and forcing him to look at her. His brow creased in confusion, but Marian smiled at him in reassurance. “It’s my turn tonight, Legolas,” she whispered. He lifted one eyebrow, but she did not give him time to wonder at her meaning. She pushed him backwards; he stumbled against the side of the bed and fell onto it, looking up to her in surprise.

“Your turn?” he asked blankly.

Marian nodded and jumped on top of him, knocking him flat to his back. She straddled him and leaned down to feather light kisses along his jaw line. “Yes,” she murmured between kisses, “I have some debt to repay…” She found the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder and bit, a little too hard. Legolas yelped, jerking away from her teeth, but she sat back and met his startled expression with triumph. She cocked her head to one side, making the bruise on her own neck more evident, and the shock on Legolas’ face melted away, replaced by a playful smile.

“I told you I was sorry for that,” he said.

Marian smiled back at him, seeing that he was beginning to understand what she meant by “her turn”. “I know,” she admitted. “But you’re not sorry enough yet...” She reached over Legolas to the nightstand and grabbed a belt lying there he hadn’t noticed before. She turned back to him with a knowing grin and he shook his head.

“That isn’t fair,” he protested, but his eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Marian ran her hands over the rippling muscles of his abdomen to the smooth skin of his chest, lowering herself over his body until her face hovered inches above his. “On the contrary, Legolas,” she stated, “it is quite fair. You see, I haven’t the strength to hold you down, but you mustn’t be allowed to touch me until I let you.”

Legolas brought his hands to cup her face, his thumbs absently stroking the fair skin of her cheeks. “Why not?” he pouted.

Marian took his wrist gently in her hand, guiding his palm from her cheek over her shoulder to slide down her side, making sure he knew what he would be missing. “Because I said so,” she answered simply. “And you owe me.”

“Owe you?” Legolas repeated, resting his hands on her hips as she sat up. “For what?”

“For last night,” Marian replied. “I never got any chocolate syrup.”

Legolas grinned up at her and Marian marveled at the way he changed when in bed. Normally a very serious being, the elf transformed into a playfully passionate lover with surprising ease. “Maybe not,” he admitted quietly, “but I didn’t hear you complaining.”

Marian narrowed her eyes at him and then pounced without warning. She snatched his hands from her hips and shoved his arms over his head, looping the belt over his wrists quickly and tying them together. But before she could fasten them to the bed’s headboard Legolas pulled his hands from her grip and hooked his arms over her, pulling her down to lie on top of him and then quickly rolling over to pin her beneath him.

She glared at him as he smiled down at her triumphantly. “You should have known that I wouldn’t give up so easily,” he scolded, a quiet smirk on his face.

Marian saw the light in his eyes and knew she wouldn’t win this skirmish by trying to over power him. After all, she’d already admitted he was stronger than she was. She would have to go about it by another method… He propped her head up on top of his bound hands and leaned down to kiss her. She took his mouth aggressively, biting his lower lip before releasing it to turn her attention to his neck. She kissed up to his ear, knowing that was a weak spot of his, and secretly smiled at the small breath of air that escaped him as she took his earlobe gently into her mouth. Her hands trailed lightly over the hot skin of his shoulders to caress his back and she felt him beginning to relax against her.

She brought one hand up again to wrap in his hair, the other sliding down his side and slipping under to stroke the hardness beneath his pants. Legolas stopped kissing her shoulder and paused for a moment. She watched his face with her own smirk now, knowing his composure was weakening. He dropped his head to the bed, letting out a soft moan.

Marian turned over, easily pushing Legolas off of her and onto his back. He did not protest this time, just as she had predicted. She kept one hand carefully stroking him, lightly, just barely enough to tease him. His eyes closed and his hips began to rock in response to her touch; he wanted more.

Marian took the end of the belt that tied his hands together in her hand, straddling the elf once again and strategically placing herself over his groin. She leaned forward and tied the belt to the headboard tightly, knowing Legolas would be pulling on his bonds soon enough. She sat back after tying the knot, surveying the lean body and feeling his erection beneath her. She swallowed hard, barely resisting the urge to rip off his pants and let him slide into her. The very thought of it made her body ache with lust, and she grabbed the chocolate syrup bottle off the nightstand with renewed fervor.

Legolas opened his eyes, their blue depths liquid with desire, and he tugged at the belt that held his hands helplessly above his head. “Mari,” he whispered thickly, “I want you.”

Marian bent down to kiss his chest, then traced the tip of her tongue up along his neck to the base of his ear. “I know,” she whispered in low voice. “But you can’t have me… yet.”

She pulled back and uncapped the chocolate syrup. Legolas’ hips twitched under her and the tiniest of whimpers escaped his throat. “Mari,” he said again, “I want to touch you…”

Marian couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. “I know…” was all she said. She turned the syrup bottle upside down and poured a bit onto her finger; it spilled off her fingertip and ran down her hand, dripping onto Legolas’ stomach.

“Whoops,” she said in mock sheepishness. She stuck her finger in her mouth and made a show of sucking off the chocolate syrup deliberately. Legolas watched her raptly, his eyes wide. She smiled at him, and once her finger was satisfactorily clean she tipped the syrup bottle over again, dribbling a pattern of circles over the elf’s upper body. She snapped the cap on the bottle and threw it carelessly over the side of the bed, looking down at her design with a feigned pout.

“Oh dear me,” she sighed. “Look at this mess! This won’t do at all…” She took the tip of her index finger and drew it through the circles of syrup, writing out an elfish phrase slowly across Legolas’ chest and abdomen. She finished with a flourish and sucked her finger clean again, then tilted her head to one side and overlooked her work.

“There!” she announced proudly. “Can you read it, darling?”

Legolas glanced to the lines of dark syrup sprawled across his body and then brought his gaze back up to the woman that sat on top of him. The feel of her against him and the sight of her in that nightgown; the shimmering silk that hid just enough but revealed too much… he looked at her thighs spanning his hips and then raised his eyes to her face. He wanted to touch her… he wanted to get rid of that blasted material that stood between him and the sight of her naked body… he pulled once again at the belt around his wrists but she had tied it tightly and expertly. He could do nothing.

“Well?” Marian prodded, sensing Legolas’ distraction and taking much pleasure from it. She rocked back from her position over him and brought her fingers to the rim of his pants. “Can you read it?” she asked again.

“No…” Legolas croaked at last. “It’s… it’s upside down.”

“Oh.” Marian began to undo his pants, going very slowly, looking up at Legolas from beneath her lashes. His breathing quickened; his eyes turning sharp. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to read it to you,” Marian finished, slipping off his pants purposefully. She tossed the clothing to the floor, then ran her hands up his length. He was hot and hard… very hard, and ready.

Marian lowered herself over him, lying between his legs, and twirled her finger through the chocolate syrup words on his chest, reveling in the pained look that crossed his features. “It says,” she drawled, tracing over the first word, “I…” She got to her hands and knees over him and snaked out her tongue, delicately erasing the word she had written on the elf’s smooth skin. “Will…” she did the same for the second word, loving the taste of the chocolate syrup and Legolas together. “Ravage…” she worked her way downwards, her tongue moving in slow, rhythmic motions across Legolas’ stomach, touching his skin just enough to send electric jolts through his body. “You,” she finished, her voice falling to a whisper. Her lips hovered just above his swollen length and without missing a beat she closed her mouth over him.

Legolas let out a cry at the sudden contact, his arms straining against his bonds, and his hips jerked once before he regained control of them. He gritted his teeth, closing his throat against any farther cries, but whatever Marian was doing with her tongue eventually wrenched another moan from him. He squirmed in the confines of the belt straps, his body shuddering, and he thought never in his life would he have imagined a woman could do this to him.

“Mari,” he gasped when he could find his mind enough to speak, “Mari stop!” But she seemed not to hear him. “Mari, please! Stop! I beg of you!” But she did not stop, and Legolas yanked at his wrists desperately. It did no good; he was completely at her mercy. He wanted to make another plea, but the sensations she made race through his blood rendered him mute once again, and he could do nothing but clench his jaw and arch into her attentions.

“Oh, by the Valar,” he panted, thinking he could stand it no longer. And then, seemingly by their mercy, Marian gradually ceased the movements of her tongue and sat up, crawling over him once more. He looked up to her pitifully, aching to be inside of her. She had left him throbbing, so hard it hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to take her beneath him and explode inside of her.

Marian slid her hands up Legolas’ naked chest, uncaring of the sticky residue left by the chocolate syrup. The burning inside of her demanded release, and she wanted Legolas to give it to her. His heart pounded underneath her palms and his breathing came harsh and fast. His eyes had gone wild with lust, and she knew as soon as she untied him he would take full advantage of his new found freedom.

“I want… inside of you,” Legolas husked. “…now.”

Marian put her lips to his ear. “You want me to untie you?” she asked breathily.

Legolas nodded vigorously, his eyes sweeping up and down her body. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes! Please… I need to touch you… I need to be inside of you…”

“Very well…” Marian reached up to untie the knot around Legolas’ wrists, freeing his arms at last. He sat up quickly, grabbing Marian by the waist and laying her down on her back. He kissed her hard, his experienced hands wandering freely over her breasts and hips, then reaching below the nightgown to touch her between the legs.

Marian gasped at the feel of his fingers pressing her; she tangled one hand in his hair and the other latched onto his arm, digging her fingernails into his skin. She arched her back into him and he moved his lips down her neck, biting and kissing. He pushed the nightgown up over her head and she shrugged out of it easily.

Legolas lowered himself over her, bringing himself down between her legs, touching his tip to her sensitive areas and sending goosebumps racing over her suddenly flushed skin. He groaned softly, his breath warm against her cheek, and Marian stopped breathing, her entire being hanging in one brief moment of suspense, her entire body aflame with desire, and she thought if Legolas did not enter her at that second she would die.

His hand gripped the back of her neck and the other rose to her right breast, caressing it tenderly, and then he rose over her and pushed himself inside of her. Marian whimpered at the feel of his length sliding into her; tears sprung to her eyes with the second wave of goosebumps that coursed over her body. Legolas let out a grunting sigh, withdrawing nearly all the way and then pushing back in again slowly. “Does it hurt?” he asked, noting the look on Marian’s face.

“No,” she choked out, her hands clutching at his arms fiercely, “it just…” her voice failed her as he rocked into her again, “it just… feels… too… good!” she finally managed to gasp.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked quietly, taunting her as she had taunted him with her no-touch rule.

“No!” Marian blurted. “No! Don’t stop… don’t stop…”

Legolas smiled, driving into her harder and faster than before. Marian arched her back, gritting her teeth against the waves of warmth that radiated from between her thighs and sent shivers up her spine. But she could not stop the screams of pleasure that ripped from her throat each time Legolas plunged into her.

He sank down over her, one hand playing over her breasts and heightening the building tightness in her groin. His hot mouth fell over her chest, her shoulders, her neck, and her jaw… his tongue searched out hers frantically as his own excitement began to consume him.

Marian’s cries became more frequent, and Legolas responded to her immediately, his rhythm becoming faster and more intense, until Marian felt her climax rushing upon her suddenly. Her body tingled and clenched, her nails cutting into Legolas, but he took no notice. She shuddered, feeling as if her whole world had collapsed into one tiny point and then shattered, and everything exploded white around her. She gave one final cry as her body jerked again, and then she was finished, her whole body spent.

She opened her eyes to see Legolas above her. His face tightened and his muscles strained with his own climax; the veins in his arms stood out as she felt his release inside of her. He uttered a gruff bark at the end as his whole body locked with the terrible pleasure of his orgasm, and then he collapsed on top of her.

*

They lied there together for awhile, panting with exhaustion and unwilling to move. Marian closed her eyes, feeling the sweat slowly cool on her skin. Legolas lied against her, his skin still very hot, though he did not sweat. He shifted slightly, just enough to pull himself out of her, and then he lied motionless again.

They stayed that way for a long time; Legolas resting his head in the crook of Marian’s neck, his breath warming her shoulder, his arm and leg encircling her body possessively. Marian felt his heart still racing, echoing her own, but slowly their bodies cooled, and the heat of their passion faded to leave them pulsating in a state of complete bliss.

Marian couldn’t have moved even if she had wanted to. Her entire body felt like jelly, her limbs too heavy to move. The candles on the dresser burned down until they flickered and eventually went out, plunging the two lovers into darkness.

“Mari?” Legolas whispered finally, very quietly, unwilling to break the peacefulness that had fallen over them.

“Yes, Legolas?”

“Did you like your chocolate syrup?”

Marian smiled slowly and grunted in amusement at the question. “Oh yes, Legolas,” she replied. “I liked it very much.” She turned her head to face him, and although she could not see him she felt him looking at her. “But I like you even better,” she whispered, snuggling closer to his chest.

Legolas propped himself up on one elbow, stroking his fingers through her hair fondly. “Nîn meleth,” he breathed softly, luring Marian into sleep with his words and gentle touch. “Nîn bain… yey eri nîn tári.” She fell asleep with his whisper in her ears.

*

Nîn meleth = my love

Nîn bain = my beautiful

yey eri nîn tári = you are my Queen