*scratches his head* He just seemed...so certain, I guess. I don't know. *shrugs*
*closes the door like it's a totally absent-minded thing he's doing. that he's not paying the slightest bit of attention to.* *leans against it* It's been pretty relaxing, I have to admit. As long as my palace is still there to go home to. It's still there, right?
And it never occurred to you for a second that you should take my word over his, did it? *shrugs* I understand.
*takes a seat on the edge of your bed* *smiles a bit* Everything is in order. Besides, you needed a vacation. You don't relax nearly as often as you should. Lúthien hasn't been causing you too much trouble?
*walks over and stretches across the bed to retrieve his book, close it, and set it on the nightstand*
*rolls onto his side and props himself up on his elbow, facing you* *hesitantly* Not too much trouble, no. Although she brought a hopefully ex-friend along to dinner tonight. *distastefully* A friend who is also a boy. It was a bit harrowing. *actually means it was harrowing for him*
You don't relax
*softly scolding* I could say the same for you. You're the one who runs that house. How have you fared, my lady?
*can't tell whether or not you're mocking him* *a little defensively* I can't have been that bad. *nods his head toward the door* She's in there sleeping and hasn't run off to the Órë equivalent of Angband or anything. Yet.
a little lonely
I'm thrilled sorry to hear it. *honestly* I do not sleep well when you are unhappy, Melian.
*briefly touches your hand where it rests on the bed*
*smiles* No, of course not. But I have no doubt you wanted to be quite bad. *reaches out and briefly touches your forhead* I'm pleased that it went well, is all.
*looks down at their hands together*
I do not sleep well when you are so far away. *lays back and rests on her elbows* Perhaps we will both sleep well tonight, then.
*reviews the dinner conversation in his mind* I was working up to that when you got to the hotel, actually. No. No, I did not. I may have threatened to eat his liver. Possibly.
*is pleasantly surprised--really, really surprised--to find himself becoming incredibly aroused by the lack of alcohol smell on your breath*
*leans down and lightly brushes his lips over your cheek, your mouth*
*moves his body halfway over yours* *splays his fingers across your collarbone and runs them slowly downward, over your breast and belly and along the curve of your hip*
*releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding* ah! *grasps your hips tightly and falls into rhythm with your movements, biting his lip to force himself to go slowly*
*feels every inch of his body alive with the unbearable pleasure of you*
Yes...yes...kiss me...
*parts your lips with his tongue and languidly tastes you*