Bath

Bath

Posted: April 4, 2008
Title: Bath
Author: Zilah
Type: FCS
Characters: Elrond/Erestor
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Sad but true: they are not mine. I just play with them. No one pays me.
Beta: Tena
Author's Notes: Erestor whispered to me, until I finally obeyed and wrote this story.
And thank you Tena, for your excellent work. Without you, I was lost.

Summary: Erestor enjoys his bath in its fullest.

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Erestor sat in the tub, enjoying his well earned bath. He stretched lazily and almost purred with pleasure, as he felt warm water caressing his body. Elrond had sent him home early, saying that he needed rest. Erestor had at first declined, but after noticing that Elrond was sincere, he had obeyed. Now he was happy that he had.

He let his mind wander until he finally remembered the last night. A shiver shook Erestor’s body when he thought about his hervenn. The mere thought made him flushed and aroused. Erestor could almost feel Elrond’s hands on his body, his familiar weight above him. A moan escaped his lips as he touched himself.

//Elrond… meleth nín…// Erestor thought, before he remembered to be careful. He knew full well that he couldn’t disturb his mate now.

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Elrond’s head snapped up as he heard Erestor’s moan in his head.

“Oh, no, no, meleth! You cannot do this to me… you cannot be that cruel,” He whispered to himself. But no matter how hard he tried, Elrond couldn’t close their connection and new images about Erestor started to flow into his mind. He could almost see Erestor touching himself, moaning his name in throes of his pleasure. Finally, his self-control snapped and he rose abruptly from the table.

“I am sorry, but I need to call the council closed for the day. There is an emergency, and I am needed. Elrond could hear Thranduil’s snickering behind him, but he didn’t stop.

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Erestor had finally given up, and stroked himself to the completion. Through his sensual haze, he heard rapidly closing footsteps. The door opened just before he reached his peak. Erestor raised his head and looked at the flushed and breathless Elrond, who stepped to the bathroom.

“About time,” he purred shamelessly.

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THE END

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