*reaches up to sling her arms around your shoulder* Awful timing. Terrible. I was trying to decide whether to go back to sleep or whether I should take a shower. I'm pretty sure you didn't feature in either of those eventualities.
*gasps* *addresses thin air* Just so you know? This is just not acceptable. You come all the way down here, forcing me to change my plans, and then you go and disappear. It's not nice to play with a girl's heart, Túrin, not nice at all.
*goes into her bedroom and sits down at her dresser, to brush her hair* I even missed you, you know. I won't be doing that again, let me tell you.
*gently touches your mind and fills your thoughts with the shape of his love and yearning for you*
*opens your nightshirt and pushes it slightly off your shoulders, completely baring your skin to his caresses*
*does nothing but kiss you and stroke your skin for a long time, here on your collarbone, there on the curve of your hip, now in the valley between your breasts*
*finally cups one breast and rubs your taut nipple with his thumb before closing his lips over it*
*finishes shedding his clothing impatiently, feeling at every motion the fabric brushing his too-sensitive body*
*settles down further between your legs, craving the skin-to-skin contact*
*moans softly at the exquisite, warm thereness of you against him, no longer sure where he ends and you begin, so fluid are your hands on him, so right, so everywhere*
*his fingers skimming your delicate jaw, lingering at your full lips* *presses heated kisses along the graceful curves of your throat* Mine... *when you beckon him with a tilt of your head and a sigh* ...mine... *and marvels at the beauty and the pure vulnerability of your offering*
*gasps sharply when you take him firmly in hand* Beleg... *can think only of you and yes...yes*
*moans with hoarse delight as your lips graze over her throat, almost entirely distracted from everything else*
*eagerly ducks her head one, two, three times to find your lips with her own and brushes a fleeting kiss over your mouth* Yours.
*wraps her hand more firmly around your length and strokes you slowly* *guides you towards her all the while, finally hooking one leg over your hip* *almost cries aloud at the sensation of the length of your body against hers*
*spills his barest, most tender thoughts and dreams into your mind, unable to restrain himself* yours...
*squeezes your hand so tightly he might break and tastes the salty moisture of your skin, the poignant pleasures of your body both limitless and impossible*
*hoarsely* Please... Beleg...! *braces himself for the downpour as somehow, the space around them widens, stretches*
*cannot think of parting from you even an inch for the longest time*
*eventually shifts over to one side, pulling your back against his front so your body touches his almost head-to-toe* *curls his arm around you securely and plans never to let go*
*kisses the back of your neck and breathes in the honeyed scent of your hair*