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Russell set the grocery bags down on the counter, and left them for a moment to put a pot of coffee on. Arwen’s impending visit had given him an incentive to stock up on real food; even he could only live on pizza for so long!

Maybe he would even cook something. But would anyone eat the results? That was debateable.

He busied himself putting the contents of the bags away. As he closed the freezer door, he realised that he had forgotten the ice-cream. Damn! The one thing he had gone out for in the first place.

He sighed, picked his jacket up off the sofa, and headed out the door, again!

Date: 2004-04-23 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It didn't take long to get from Buffy's to Russell's and Arwen was looking forward to relaxing for a day or so before she returned to Middle Earth. She loved the cotton skirt and hippy style top Buffy had helped her pick out. Maybe she could start a new fashion back in Gondor.

She reached out her hand, and knocked on the door.

Date: 2004-04-23 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond rubbed his hands through his hair in an attempt to comb it and padded barefoot to the door. He assumed it was Russell, returning with too much to carry.

He swung the door open, ready to crack a joke at Russell, then gulped as he saw the beautiful elf on the doorstep.

"Arwen! I... I'm, um. Come in." Beregond smiled at her outfit as she breezed in the doorway. Definitely not what elves were wearing back home, but then, they were a long, long ways from home these days.

Date: 2004-04-23 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Suil, Beregond. I hope you don't mind my coming here. I wanted to spend some time with Russell, with you both, before I return home to Gondor."

She smiled, looking Beregond up and down, taking in his dishevled appearance.

"He has an ability to make people around him .... relax, and I could do with that right now." She grinned.

Date: 2004-04-23 06:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I don't mind in the least. It's wonderful to see you. Sit, make yourself comfortable. I'm sure Russell will be back soon." Beregond grabbed a few pizza boxes off the couch and quickly ran them into the kitchen.

"He does have a good effect on people, I know. He makes me smile more than anyone ever has in my life."

Beregond didn't quite realize how much he was smiling right now though, looking at Arwen.

Date: 2004-04-23 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Arwen noticed that Beregond was not exactly at ease in her company,and followed him into the kitchen. She went straight to the fridge, pulled out a couple of beers, took Beregond's hand, and pulled him back to the window seat, throwing open the windows so they could look down over the park. She sat down and motioned for Beregond to do the same.

I can see how much he makes you smile, and I'm glad you make him happy too."

Date: 2004-04-23 07:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This is nice. Arwen's hair flutters slightly in the breeze from the window and a prettier sight has never existed. I'm smiling again, and relaxing a little.

"There is something unique about him, I don't think he truly realizes how special he is." My eyes meet yours, and I see you know just what I mean. "I'm glad he makes you happy, too."

Date: 2004-04-23 07:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm feeling happier than I have for weeks, just sitting here talking about Russell. Looking at you, I realise just how much we have in common. We both love the same man, only you can be with him, and I can't.

"He does make me happy, Beregond, but I need you to know that I would never do anything to come between you. He means too much to me to hurt him."

Leaning forward, I rest a reassuring hand on your knee.

Date: 2004-04-23 07:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I glance down at your hand, and taking a steadying breath, I place mine atop it.

"You cannot come between us. Apparently his heart is big enough to hold more than one. You make him happy, too. And that makes me happy. And when I'm happy, he's happy, and he can make you happy. You see?"

There's a slightly wistful edge to your expression, your smile falters a little. I wish Russell were here to erase that edge. But maybe I can help, if I dare.

I lean forward a little more, and brush my lips across yours, quickly and softly.

Date: 2004-04-23 07:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I nod and smile, maybe a little sadly.

"I do see."

Your actions surprise me, but I don't pull away. It feels good to be kissed, to be kissed by you, so I kiss you back, just a little, curious as to how you will taste.

Date: 2004-04-23 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm a litle surprised at your response - I half expected you to pull away and scold me for being so forward. When you respond, softly and timidly, I squeeze your hand a little, and smile against your lips.

They always say a woman's lips taste like strawberries, but I've always dismissed this as the ramblings of poetic fools. But yours actually do, and as we kiss, I lightly touch them with my tongue.

Date: 2004-04-23 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The touch of your tongue sends shivers through me, and I open my mouth a little, sighing into yours .....

Date: 2004-04-23 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell throws the door open, a bag containing three tubs of his favourite Ben and Jerry's ice cream in his hand.

"Hey, Bereg ....."

He stops dead, taking in the sight before him.

Date: 2004-04-23 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond hears a very familiar voice, and leans back from Arwen, still holding her hand. His first instinct is to jump up and stammer an explaination, but something in him holds him back. Happiness matters. Russell's, and now Arwen's. That's the most important thing now. Beregond stands, and still holding Arwen's hand, leads her over to Russell. He takes the bag, and places Arwen's hand in Russell's instead.

"She missed you. Say hello, and I will put the ice cream in the freezer."

Beregond gave Russell a quick, sincere kiss before turning to leave the room.

Date: 2004-04-23 08:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell took Arwen's hand from Beregond and squeezed it, smiling at her, then leaving go for a moment. Before his lover could leave the room, he grabed his hand, and pulled him back, looking into his eyes, and kissing him deeply.

"And I missed you." He smiled at Beregond. "Why don't you just get three spoons and we can get stuck in?" He suggested, then turned and drew Arwen into a hug.

"Hey Princess! I'm glad you came."

He may have been surprised to find them kissing, but he wasn't annoyed. He loved them both, and was glad to see they were getting along, although he hadn't expected them to be quite so friendly so soon!

Date: 2004-04-23 08:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Arwen was so glad Russell wasn't upset. That was the last thing she had intended, but it had been so easy to kiss Beregond.

She watched as they kissed, both of them so close, and wanted to reach out and join them, but thought that might have been pushing things a little too far. Then Russell was hugging her, and leading her over to the window seat.

"I'm glad I came too." She smiled at him, and kissed him gently.

Date: 2004-04-23 08:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond chuckled, quite relieved. Russell's easygoing attitude was infectious. As Russell got Arwen re-settled, Beregond rummaged around for spoons in the kitchen.

He returned to find Arwen cuddled close to Russell, and with a smile, handed each of them a spoon and a tub of ice cream. Crawling onto the window ledge, leaning shoulder to shoulder against Russell, he dipped out a biteful of the treat.

"I think the Princess should have the honor of the first bite." Leaning across, he nudged Arwen's lips with the spoonful, his other arm slipping low and tight around Russell's back.

Date: 2004-04-23 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Arwen opened her mouth, and sucked off the ice cream, looking at Beregond as she did so. Her eyes went wide as she tasted the combination of flavours.

"Chocolate .. and vanilla and mmm... what else is in that?"

Date: 2004-04-23 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell grinned, examining the tub Beregond was holding, as he leant back against him.

"That would be caramel." He dipped his own spoon into the pot, and offered it to Beregond.

Date: 2004-04-23 09:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond leaned close enough to sneak in a lick across Russell's fingers before slipping the spoon into his mouth. Cherry. Delicious. A thought occurred to him, and he glanced across at Arwen, a mischevious look on his face.

"It's Russell's turn for a taste." He looked at Arwen as she dug out a spoonful, then reached to stay her hand as she raised it towards his lips. "Like this." He turned the spoon back to her own mouth, and as she slipped the bite off of it, he nodded. "Perfect. Don't swallow it! I think he would enjoy a kiss from you right now."

Date: 2004-04-23 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Arwen grinned at Beregond as he turned the spoon back towards her mouth. The new flavour surprised her, and Russell gasped as she kissed him, sucking the offered ice cream from her tongue, then he was dipping into her mouth, searching for every last taste, deepening the kiss, his hands coming up to move through her hair as she moaned into him.

Her hands reached for him, drawing him closer, slipping under his shirt to feel his warm skin. His lips slipped from hers, and she arched her neck, as he kissed his way down it tasting her skin as he went.

Russell could still feel Beregond's arm around his back, his fingers moving, letting him know it was okay to do this.

They pulled apart, and both turned to look at Beregond, smiling at him, a wicked glint in Russell's eyes.

Date: 2004-04-23 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond recognized that glint - he'd seen it in Russell's eyes on other occasions, but always when they were alone. It was strange to see that look with another present, but when Beregond glanced over at Arwen, the smile on her face sent a delicious chill down his back.

"I sense mischief afoot. You two are trouble." Beregond laughed, a light, free sound, and reached for first Russell's hand, then scooping up Arwen's in the tangle of fingers, raising both to his lips.

The look he returned to Russell and Arwen both was equally as wicked as the one he'd received.

Date: 2004-04-24 07:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell turned, reaching forward, his eyes dark, his thumb grazing over Beregond's cheek, but before he could lean in to kiss him, Arwen gave him a spoon full of chocolate ice cream.

He took it from the spoon, his hand reaching round Beregond's neck, pulling him closer, kissing him hard, drops of ice cream escaping as Beregond's tongue plundered his mouth.

His other arm slipped around Beregond's waist under his t-shirt, the feeling of skin, his lover's, skin making him moan.

Date: 2004-04-24 07:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Arwen watched them kissing, eyes wide. She watched as Beregond's tongue slipped into Russell's mouth, as Russell's had slipped into hers minutes earlier, heard Russell moan, and suddenly wanted to feel Beregond pressed against her, feel his mouth on hers again, know what it felt like to kiss him hard and deep.

The fingers of one of her hands played over Russell's thigh, and she reached the other forward towards Beregond, biting her lip as she placed her hand on his knee and moved it slowly upwards.

Date: 2004-04-26 07:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell's kiss was insistent, but more sensual than Beregond expected it to be. Arwen's presence seemed to have a dual effect on the two men, both arousing them fiercely, yet adding a level of beauty and softness to this encounter that was growing increasingly erotic by the second.

Beregond felt a hand creeping up his leg, softly and a bit hesitantly. Arwen's. He smiled into Russell's kiss, and reluctantly broke away, giving the man a lusty look. "I think a certain elf needs another taste of chocolate, too." He found a spoonful of chocolate, and turned towards Arwen. The kiss he gave her was well beyond that hesitant one they shared in the window seat, and lasted long after the ice cream had been consumed. As they both caught their breath, he hesitated, and looked at Russell who smiled and reached to loosen Arwen's soft blouse, slipping it down one shoulder. Beregond watched intently, then reached to pull the drawstring at her neck, loosening it further, allowing him to slip it down her arms, freeing them from the fabric, which now lay about her waist in a soft tangle.

Neither man lingered on the material, though, with Arwen's full breasts now in view. Beregond's arms reached to encircle her waist, and he leaned to plant soft, exploring kisses against the newly exposed skin.

Date: 2004-04-26 10:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell watched as Arwen melted into Beregond's kiss, the sight of his lovers taking pleasure in one another taking his breath away. Arwen shared the ice cream, letting her tongue explore, then gave herself over to the kiss, to being held against him, wrapped in his arms, knowing Russell was watching, so close, knowing exactly what this would be doing to him.

As the cotton fell from her shoulders, she saw her own desire mirrored in Beregond's eyes, and arched against him as he drew her to him, luxuriating in the touch of his lips on her hot skin, gasping as he took a nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over it, feeling it harden as he suckled.

Russell popped the fastenings on his demin shirt and shrugged it off, moving close behind Arwen, hands running up her arms, shivers of desire coursing though him as he watched Beregond kissing her skin.

Arwen felt Russell's touch, and let her head drop back. His hands held her shoulders steady as she moaned against Beregond's caresses. Russell kissed her neck, softly at first, working his way down to her shoulder, where he bit down, and she bucked against Beregond, gasping.

She reached down and took a hold of his t-shirt, pulling it off over his head, and running her fingers down his chest. She pulled him closer, kissing and nibbling her way down his neck as Russell leant forward, sandwiching Arwen between them, and running his tongue over Beregond’s open lips.

Arwen sighed against Beregond’s shoulder, loving the feel of warm skin surrounding her, and bit down.

Date: 2004-04-26 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond felt Arwen lurch against him with a gasp, and had glanced up to see Russell nipping at her skin. There was a wildness in their eyes that compelled him, and his mouth opened willingly to Russell's as the two lovers met over the shoulder of the beautiful elven woman.

When Arwen bit, Beregond moaned, then swallowed hard. Suddenly he understood that look in their eyes, as he felt his own must mirror them. Arwen was not a fragile porcelean doll, though she might look the part. With a rush of heat, Beregond knew what he wanted.

He found his lover's eyes, and stared into them, questioningly. "She's making me crazy Russell... am I allowed? To take what I want with her? With you right here? Elbereth, I want this."

An image flew through his mind as Arwen nibbled again, this time with more urgency in her movements. She rocked against him, Russell moving behind her, the three of them swaying in perfect harmony. Could that harmony be matched in a deeper showing of passion? He wondered if they dared try. "I have an idea..."

Date: 2004-04-27 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The need in Beregond's voice made Russell's breath hitch, and he felt a familiar heat pooling inside him as he imagined the two of them together. A lopsided smile touched his lips, and he he whispered one word against his lover's mouth. "Yes."

Arwen smiled against Beregond's shoulder, and untangled herself from the two men, standing. She looked from one to the other, reveling in the desire she saw on both faces as she undid the fastening on her skirt, and let it fall. She stepped out of the pool of fabric, a wicked look on her face as she saw the raw lust in Beregond's eyes at the sight of her naked body.

She reached out, and drew Russell to her, pulling him close, running her fingers through his hair as she kissed him.

Russell ran his hands over Arwen's skin, down over her shoulders, skimming the curve of her waist, and coming to rest on her buttocks. He pulled her hard against him, and moved his hips so she could feel the effect she was having on him. On them.

As Arwen reached out her hand to Beregond, Russell moved behind her, his hands touching her as he kissed her shoulders, watching as she pulled his lover to her. She felt his hands on her waist and brought her arms up to rest on Beregond's shoulders. She felt the hair on his chest against her breasts, making her shiver, a contrast to Russell's smooth chest, warm against her back. She felt the sword callouses on the hands on her waist, and the guitarist's callouses on the fingers that stroked her back. She reached up, and ran one hand through Beregond's short almost spiky hair, the other through Russell's long silky hair as it moved over her shoulder. She loved the feel of those contrasts on her skin, wanted more, wanted them both.

Looking into Beregond's eyes she kissed him, soft touches on his mouth, her tongue flicking his lips between words, her voice husky.

"What would you take, Beregond? Tell me. What do you desire of me?" She kissed him. "Would you take me hard? Would you make me scream your name? Beregond ..." She moaned his name against his lips, her own desire making her bolder. "Or do you want more ...? Do you want me to moan his name as you fuck me, as he fucks me? Russell ..." She groaned their lovers name into his mouth. "Tell me ... show me ..."

She slipped a hand between them, down past the waistband of his sweat pants, and firmly stroked his erection, at the same time pressing back against Russell, hearing him gasp at her words.

Date: 2004-04-27 09:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Arwen, I want all of that. I want you, I want him, I want him to take you, I want...." Beregond breathed raggedly as she stroked him, his mind giving over to animal instincts and needs, a growl escaping his throat. He looked away from those seductive eyes, met Russell's over her shoulder. He knew what he wanted, if they were willing. If all were able! Beregond had never done such a thing, but if ever there were two he wished this act with, it was with Russell and Arwen.

"I want to make you crouch on this bed like a wild cat, I want to take you from behind, curled over your back, your neck close to my teeth. I want Russell to take me, I want to feel myself in you and him in me, Arwen!" He spoke to her, but looked at Russell, needing to know if the man he loved understood his need.

"I want Russell to take me in long slides, I want to share those thrusts with you. I want everything we do to each other to slip across our bodies, all of us at once. I don't want to know where I end and the two of you begin."

Date: 2004-04-27 01:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell’s dark eyes locked with his lover’s as Beregond voiced his desires. Arwen felt Russell tense behind her, and moved out of his tightening grasp just as he reached forward and pulled Beregond hard against him, kissing him with a bruising intensity, his fingers digging into Beregond’s neck as he held him close. Arwen was mesmerised as she watched the reaction of her laid back friend and lover, his eyes dark with desire, and a delicious chill ran down her spine.

“I want to fuck you so hard you scream, and I want to hear her cry your name as she comes.” He kissed him again, hard. Couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get deep enough, wanted more, needed more.

“I want to bury myself so deep inside you that I become part of you.”

Arwen ran her hands over Beregond’s shoulders as she watched Russell devour him, then moved lower, licking and kissing her way down his spine, feeling him groan, easing his sweatpants down and off.

Russell’s mouth slipped from Beregond’s, and he nipped his way down his neck, before biting down on his shoulder, sucking, working the flesh between his teeth, wondering at his sudden desire to mark his lover. He drew back, panting, resting his forehead on Beregond’s.

“I want to see you take her.” He pushed Beregond gently onto the bed. “but first, you get to watch.”

He pulled Arwen to him, and kissed her, slowly, sensually, his hands in her hair, her hands in his. His hands moved to her shoulders, and with a question in his eyes, he applied a little pressure. She willingly sank to her knees, undoing his jeans, and pushing them down over his hips. She curled her hand around his erection, and tilted her head upwards to look in his eyes, before taking him into her mouth. Russell hissed, his hands resting on her shoulders, and he let his head roll back, mouth open, as she slowly moved her mouth around him sucking, licking. She pulled off him and ran her tongue up his length before swallowing him again. He moaned as she took him further down her throat each time she moved and as he lifted his head he looked down at Beregond, their eyes meeting, and he gasped at the raw need he saw there.

He reached down, his hand threading through Arwen’s hair, and eased her back, then took her hand and pulled her up. He sat on the bed next to Beregond, and ran his hand through his lover’s hair, kissing him, as Arwen climbed onto the other side of the bed, and crawled towards them.

Date: 2004-04-29 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond had never witnessed a show as hypnotizing as the one Russell and Arwen gave him. No woman, elf or human, could ever have possibly looked as beautiful as Arwen, and to see her taking his lover deep in her mouth, seeing the effect she had on Russell was almost more than Beregond could take. Russell was a sight too, his full lips open as he gasped for breath, his lush hair casting shadows across his cheeks, body trembling under the spell of Arwen’s touch.

By the time Russell joined him on the bed, Beregond was nearly shaking with need, and the kiss he returned to the man was intense with hunger.

He felt Arwen's hair against his arm, her lips on his shoulder as she joined the two men. Beregond took his time finishing the kiss, breathed heavily against Russell's lips, then broke out in a wicked smile. He twisted on the bed, turning to crawl back around Arwen, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up enough to drop her back in the center of the bed, immediately crouching next to her to tilt her head up for a kiss. "I meant what I said, Arwen, I need you, now." He nudged her up to a crouch, scattering kisses over her cheeks and shoulders as she rose to her knees. Finally, she shook her hair back, and gave Beregond a look that spoke her own need.

Beregond moved to kneel behind her, and almost at once felt warm skin against his own back and heard a low throaty growl against his ear, Russell’s demanding voice filling his mind. "Me first. Then we both enter her, together." Beregond bent low over Arwen’s back, crying out against her skin as Russell pushed into him, no time for preparation, no need for it, the fever of desire enough to make him ready. "Now, her. Take Arwen, Beregond."

Date: 2004-04-29 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell slipped into Beregond's tight heat, his hands grasping his lover's hips as he buried himself deep. He felt Beregond enter Arwen, her cry sending shivers down his spine, and he began to move. Long, slow strokes. He watched Arwen writhing below them and felt Beregond shudder in his grasp. He bent forward and pulled Beregond back a little, running his tongue between his shoulder blades, tasting his sweat, hearing him moan.

Date: 2004-04-29 02:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Arwen gasped at Beregond's strong hands on her waist as he moved her into position. She felt the urgency of his kiss, and returned it with an equal passion. His mouth trailed over her skin as they moved, then he was behind her, and she looked back at him, her eyes pleading with him to make good his words and take her.

She heard Russell move behind them, and felt Beregond's cry on her shoulders as his lover entered him. She heard Russell's words, felt Beregond's hands on her hips, and then she heard herself, as if from a long way off, a wailing moan as the Gondorian entered her in one long, smooth glide. Her back hollowed, and she threw her head back, feeling Beregond's ragged breath on her back as he filled her.

Then he started to move. Long, slow strokes. She moved within his grasp, moaning and writhing, hands clutching the quilt below her. There was an overwhelming sense of freedom, being taken like this, kneeling wantonly on this bed as her lover's lover took her hard, as he in turn was being taken, and she let go, feeling it wash away the hurt and despair of the past weeks. Beregond's pace increased and she imagined Russell taking him hard, heard Beregond's moans, pushed herself back against him, and felt his mouth on her neck, his fingers between her legs, gliding over silky wet flesh. Then he bit down. A boiling heat began in her stomach, radiating out so fast, consuming her as her body spasmed. the world shifting around her as she came, a cry tearing its way out of her throat.


Date: 2004-04-30 12:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond was amazed at the authority of Russell's strokes - he took him in long hard thrusts, and he knew that Russell was not only making love to him, but through him to Arwen. It was exactly what he had wished it to be. Three bodies working in harmony, in tune with each others minds and bodies.

He'd needed to taste her, or so he thought. But there was more, he needed to mark her, though she belonged to Russell. In the haze of motion as he thrust in her, each stroke marked by a moan from Russell, he lost sight of where he began and ended. Beregond bit down, marking her as Russell's, and touched her more urgently, knowing she was frantic for release. As she tensed and began to quiver, he knew she was tumbling over the precipice. Russell slammed into him with even greater force, and as Beregond held the tender skin of Arwen's neck in his teeth, he heard her call his name. With a jolt he realized he's fully expected her to scream Russell's name - he'd been marking her as belonging to the man. Identity had become a loose concept, somehow, in his mind.

Her cry, feeling her contract around him was enough to drive Beregond to the brink. He gasped, his mouth letting Arwen's neck loose, and he buried his face in her hair, calling Russell's name aloud as he spent himself inside Arwen.

Russell still thrust into him, though Beregond knew it would be only seconds until he joined them in the collective tangle of their orgasm. Beregond gasped "I love you", from somewhere deep in his haze of lust and blissed release.

Date: 2004-05-02 08:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell watched as Arwen writhed on the bed in front of them, his deep, fluid strokes passing through Beregond into her. He knew how it felt to be inside her, to feel her soft skin beneath his hands, could almost feel her, yet at the same time, he could feel Beregond tight around him, hear him moan. They melted together as he moved, and he took them both. He gripped Beregond's hips tighter as he saw Arwen arch back, and Beregond latch onto her neck, claiming her. His pace quickened, as he knew the feel of the bite would take her close, and he slammed into Beregond, who in turn slammed into Arwen, sending her over the edge. He felt the aftershocks of her orgasm as tremors that rippled through Beregond's body, and he sighed her name against Beregond's back, a word lost in the sounds of her own cry. The sound of his lover's name on her lips as she came almost tipped him over the edge, but he held back a moment more until he felt Beregond tighten around him and heard his name fall from his lips. Then he was gone. Lost to the world as he thrust into Beregond one last time coming deep inside the man he loved, his whole body shaking with the force of his release. “Beregond!!”

Date: 2004-05-03 09:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Arwen felt Beregond explode inside her, his face buried in her hair, heard him cry out for Russell, and heard his words of love whispered against her skin. She knew they didn't belong to her, but she took them anyway, and cried out again as Russell thrust deep into Beregond, his lover's name on his lips as he came.

She could feel the press of relaxing bodies behind her, and wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in a tangle of limbs with her lovers, to wallow in this feeling of deep satisfaction with them. She tilted her body a little to one side, lowering herself to the bed, allowing the weight of the others to slip gently onto the bed beside her. She heard moans as they all untangled themselves, and finally a pair of strong arms folded around her, and pulled her further into the pile of warm bodies. She sighed a lazy, happy sigh.

Date: 2004-05-06 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Completely, utterly spent, Beregond felt himself nudged to let his knees collapse under him, and fell against the soft bed. Russell let loose an indecipherable noise and fell away, too.

Beregond found himself nestled next to Arwen, noticed her happy smile and returned it, gladly. His arm reached across her waist, and found Russell's doing the same. They twined fingers over her belly.

He lifted his head enough to glance across and meet Russell's eyes. The two men smiled at each other, and they both as one leaned to kiss the elf on her cheeks, brushing aside the dark hair tangled about her face.

"Sleep now?" Three heads nodded, one yawned, another stretched, the third shifted a leg over another then was covered by a third.

Soon after, they were all lost to dreams. Whether or not their dreams meshed and merged is something that only they will know. And that is a tale they may never speak of when again they wake.


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