*leaves the city as quickly as possible after receiving some vital information, likely breaking every speed limit ever posted anywhere on the continent*
*follows the directions until he thinks he sees a little shack down an overgrown lane set back some distance from the main road* *screeches to a halt*
*opens the glove compartment and removes a knife (for fun) and a handgun (for when the fun gets old)*
*gets out of the car and strides up the path, on alert*
*quickly takes careful stock of the surroundings as he approaches the house* *doesn't miss the front door with its ten billion locks or the bars in the windows*
*calling as he looks all around for anything suspicious* ÍRISSË! ÍRISSË, ARE YOU HERE?
*hears your answer and dies a little bit from sheer relief*
*moves over to an open window and peers through, not bothering to disguise his happiness in hearing your voice* You stupid girl. *wearily* Have you any idea what a merry chase you've led me on? *reaches a hand through the bars*
*wipes sweat off his forehead distractedly* *really wishes shooting the damned things would work someplace other than in the movies*
*eventually succeeds in his primary task, after much toil* *draws the other bolts and yanks on the door handle*
*is confused when it doesn't open until he notices the electronic keypad* Fuck. FUCK! *rests his forehead against the door, calming himself and thinking* Just give me a second.
*can't bear to see you looking so small and broken*
*takes two steps inside and gathers you into his arms* *rubs your back soothingly* Oh, Írissë. Don't cry, my darling.
*is quite torn between wanting to take you away from this awful place and wanting to stand right where he is until Eöl crawls out from wherever he's hiding*
*shakes her head* No, no, you're Turcafinwë. You're you. *laughs faintly* You're like me but -- but you're better. You don't get trapped.
*threads her fingers through your hair and kisses you back* *brokenly* Did I tell you I loved you? I wondered that -- I meant to -- I meant you to know that I meant it --
*vaguely wonders if he's likely to hear a single word from you that's true, here in this house, with you so undone* *decides the last thing you need right now is for him to be Turco*
*dispassionately* Shh. I know you lie do. *more gently* Don't fret, my love. Please don't fret. *kisses your cheeks, your chin, your neck, keenly aware of your nearness all of a sudden*
*tenses at your touch and pulls away involuntarily* *looks around the living room until he spots a blanket slung over the back of the couch* *retrieves this and grips your hand firmly, looking determined*
*pulls you out into the fresh air, where the warm summer sun is filtering through the trees*
*spreads the blanket on the springy grass and lays down on it with you*
*pulls up the hem of your dress slightly and brushes his fingers over the insides of your thighs, not quite believing the softness of your skin*
*moves half on top of you and caresses you all over, listening to your gasps when his fingers encounter your taut nipple and feeling pleasantly lightheaded at the warm touch of your breath, your tongue*
*pushes his trousers down over his hips and kicks them off*
*slides a hand down between them to feel your wetness, his fingers barely touching you while everywhere in him he can feel your skin and your movements and your pulse*
*has to restrain himself from flipping you back over and retaking the relative comfort of control*
*very gingerly settles his hands in the small of your back, as though you might shatter if he holds you too tightly*
*tilts your chin up and looks at you with a thousand unspoken desires and protests in his eyes* *lifts his head to kiss you before letting it fall back again*
*gasps quietly but doesn't even attempt to struggle*
*keeps her eyes locked on yours until she can't bear it any longer* *closes her eyes and moans more loudly, relishing the sensation of you filling her*
*buries his face in your neck and squeezes his eyes shut, seemingly every inch of his body flushed with warmth*
*bucks his hips hard, needing release desperately and helpless to stop himself*
*feels himself stiffen even further and gives a soft, agonized cry as he spends himself in you, the strength of his climax pouring over him irresistibly*
*finds his cell phone and tosses it to you as if it's the most reasonable thing in the world to do at this very moment* Best call your brothers and let them hear your voice. They're beside themselves.
*tonelessly* I can think of nothing more dreadful than humoring your brothers in their clumsy attempts to repay a debt to me... *laughs* ...your White Knight.
*glances over at you briefly before focusing his eyes back on the road*
*smiles* *idly, as though she is not inwardly overjoyed at the miles being put between her and Nan Elmoth* I should think Ondolindë and Hísilómë will be at your disposal for quite some time to come.
*lightly* To Ossiriand. A man can never, ever get tired of Himlad, you know. Besides, I don't much like Nelyo and Cáno up there breathing down my neck.
*noncommittally* I'd take you there but I suspect you're longing for home.
*shrugs* Yet somehow she always finds time to chastise her little brothers. If 'káno ever convinces her to stay in Hísilómë permanently, I may give him a medal.
my son
*eyeroll* Ah, yes. He was ever so concerned about your going missing, from all accounts.
*opens his mouth to offer...something...but changes his mind about it and simply "hmm"s disapprovingly*
*still, can't pretend as though your recent behavior hasn't upset him* *plainly* Why did you run away like that? And without so much as a word to me? *adds after a moment's pause* I looked everywhere.
*keeps her eyes fixed on the windscreen* I'd had enough. Lómion was being difficult and so were you and 'káno never really understands what's going on and I just wanted to get out for a while. I was going to call.
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