She is not the only one who trembles, who has forgotten the world outside of their embrace. His arms wrap around her, gathering her in as close as he may. The fall of her hair brushes over his arms, and the thin cloth of her shift does little to hide the warmth of her. One hand slides up to cradle her head, the other drifts over her back, her side, her hip.
In one swift moment he stoops and lifts her, never once breaking the kiss they still share. She is not a small woman, but he still carries her easily, crossing the few steps to the bed and placing her gently on it, then joining her there, laying his body alongside hers, leaning a little above her.
Only then does he pull away, and only far enough to look into her eyes, his own features wondering and amazed. Gently he kisses her eyelids, her forehead, her cheek, the curve of her jaw and the slope of her neck, murmuring quietly in the Elven-tongue. No other could do her justice.
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Date: 2018-05-06 11:28 pm (UTC)In one swift moment he stoops and lifts her, never once breaking the kiss they still share. She is not a small woman, but he still carries her easily, crossing the few steps to the bed and placing her gently on it, then joining her there, laying his body alongside hers, leaning a little above her.
Only then does he pull away, and only far enough to look into her eyes, his own features wondering and amazed. Gently he kisses her eyelids, her forehead, her cheek, the curve of her jaw and the slope of her neck, murmuring quietly in the Elven-tongue. No other could do her justice.