Thranduil / Reader (10) - Part 3
I get up from the armchair and curse half aloud for not having my sword at hand – it is in my chamber because I do not always carry it around with me. After all, my court is well protected and it is very unlikely that someone would be able to sneak in without the guards noticing and therefore I do not find it necessary to arm myself with a weapon every time I leave my quarters. The chamber is quite dark but I observe instantly that you are not in bed but in fact nowhere to be seen. I stumble a little as my senses are being distracted by my chaotic mental state, which is the reason I am not able to find you as quickly as I hope. At this moment I am not even sure if you still are in this room with me or if you have been dragged away against your will. Or perhaps you have been assaulted somehow, a prospect that freezes my blood and fills my mind with guilt for not being able to protect you like I have promised. I truly hope you are alright, my love, however your scream suggests that you are not.
It is a horrifying thought and it makes my heart race, which then makes it even more difficult, well, challenging at least, to think clearly and to decide how to respond to this situation. What if something has been done to you? What if my fairly slow and unforgivably weak response means that I will lose you? What if I have already lost you? This realization shocks me and instantly all noises get muffled in my head while the only sound I hear is the sound of my own heartbeat. I feel dizzy, the room seems to spin furiously and when I finally manage to get hold of myself, somewhat at least, a wave of deep embarrassment hits me. I am profoundly and utterly embarrassed for my reaction; I am supposed to be a great warrior, I have seen many battles and fought bravely for my people by your side, my love… but now, now that it really matters, I stand frozen still, unable to even assess the severity of the situation. I must fight this overwhelming panic – I must fight it for you, my dearest.
- (Y/N)! I call desperately. “Are you alright? Where are you?” I ask with great urgency in my voice and call your name few times more, hoping that you would answer. However you do not and that is the nightmare I have always wanted to avoid, however it feels like I was caught up in a pool of quicksand and the more I struggle, the deeper it swallows me. I walk nervously in the room and try to find something that I can defend myself with but all I can find is a candleholder made of stone. “If there is someone intruding this chamber, you’d better show yourself or face the consequences” I say with the most threatening tone I can muster, although if one listens to my voice, one can easily hear that I am actually terrified; the fearless king crumbling down from the inside from the thought of losing you, my love.
Finally I hear a noise from the bathroom, a chair tipping over and hitting the floor, muffled screams and soft cries. I immediately head to the direction of the sounds, stumble into few pieces of furniture on my way and as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see you sitting in the corner, hugging your legs against your chest like you were trying to hide away from some unseen enemy. You scan the darkness frantically and shake from every sound you hear, even my voice startles you as I keep repeating your name.
- Oh, there you are. I say with great relief in my voice, put the candleholder away on a small table next to the sink and focus my attention entirely on you. You stand up immediately and point a small dagger at me. Your eyes are wide open but I suspect you are still asleep, trapped into a terrifying nightmare and incapable of waking up. The sight shakes me and makes my skin crawl because, to be honest, I have never seen you so scared, not even when you faced by my side an army of thousand orcs on a battlefield and our elven army was heavily outnumbered.
- Do not come any closer! you say, making it obvious that you can see me but for some reason you’re not able to recognize me. When I do take a small step at your direction, you scream “I mean it!” and slice the air between us as a warning. I am too far and you can’t reach me but I realize that you are still dangerous; you could plunge into an attack and you probably will if you do not wake up soon. Your eyes are wide open but you aren’t quite awake and I fear your mind is trapped somewhere, in a horrible nightmare that you cannot rip yourself out from.
- (Y/N), are you awake? I ask just to make sure. However, you probably do not realize yourself whether you are or not and therefore my question and the answer you might give me do not really make any difference. Truthfully, I fear the possibility that you, in fact, are awake and there is something I have done to make you react like this. Did I make you feel uncomfortable? Are you afraid that I am trying to take advantage of you in your weakened state?
- Do not come any closer! you say with a terrified tone, still pointing the dagger at me and occasionally swinging it from side to side in front of you. “I am armed and I will stab you if you do” you speak and add “I swear I will.”
- (Y/N), it is me, Thranduil. I say and hope that hearing my name would bring you some comfort. “You are having a bad dream” I state firmly and then continue as clearly as I can. “I need you to wake up” I state with a calm tone and step just a little bit closer. However to get to you I must go around the bathtub, it is still between me and you.
- Don’t come any closer. I am warning you. you hiss but I can see that your hand is shaking. It is obvious that you are not as confident with your threats as you were before, perhaps due to process of waking up, but you are still dangerous; I have seen you fighting for your life, I know you defend yourself relentlessly as well as ferociously, and if you decided to attack me, my bravest warrior, I wouldn’t stand a chance for sure. The only thing that would save me, if you chose to attack now, is that you’ll wake up before you’ll manage to cause injuries too severe to survive.
- You are safe, nothing is threatening you here. I say and take few sidesteps to get around the bathtub that is located in the middle of the bathroom. “Please. Give me the knife” I plead and extend my hand towards you, now in such distance that you could easily harm me… but I trust you will not; there must be a part of you that knows my voice and tells you to stop in case you are going to attack me.
- I am warning you. you say and take a step backwards but immediately find your back against the wall and this leaves you nowhere to run. “I have a knife and I will use it!” you shout and point at me with the blade. Your hand is shaking and it is getting clearer now that even though you are staring straight at me, you cannot see me for some reason – perhaps you see a monster, the very creature that caused your scars and haunts your nights as well as your days, making it impossible for you to start healing.
- Drop the knife. I say assertively, like I was your superior and add “Please, (Y/N)” with a softer, loving tone.
- No. you state just as firmly. I take a step closer to which you react by stammering with a shaky voice “Do-don’t co-co-come a-any c-clo-“
- (Y/N), drop it. Please. I say and step a bit closer, ending up in contact with your knife, it pressing my bare chest just enough for me to feel the blade against my skin. “You are having a nightmare” I state softly, holding my breath and hoping that you would soon wake up. “I am only trying to help you” I add calmly.
- Stay away. you say but pull the knife back a bit so the blade does not touch me anymore. The action gives me reason to suspect that a part of you is awake now. “D-don’t-“ you say when I close the distance between you and me. You do not want to attack me but you are too scared to let go of your weapon, this makes me worried and fills my soul with deep, painful and excruciating sorrow.
- My love. I say as tenderly as I can and then gently plead “Wake up” as I take one final step closer and I feel the sharp, pointy end of the knife once more. I could grab the knife from you very easily but I want you to realize that you are safe and drop the weapon willingly. You could stab me and kill me very easily – I have indeed put me into a great risk and therefore my life is in your hands, my love.
I wait and hope for the best in silence, I don’t even dare to breathe until you suddenly pull the knife away and I hear metal hitting stone floor, somewhere in the opposite corner. I am glad you did not drop the knife and take a risk of cutting our bare feet but actually threw the weapon a bit further away, to a safe distance – you are fully awake now. I gasp from relief and immediately take your hands, cross my fingers with yours and hold them tightly. Your breathing is erratic and you keep mumbling that you do not understand where you are and what is happening as you recover from the panic caused by your horrible nightmare. I wrap my arms around you and stroke your hair with long, slow and calming motions while you shake in my arms. I press my lips against yours, caressing them very softly with gentle, loving kisses and stay close until you stop shaking and your breathing returns to normal.
- Good. I sigh and bury my face into your neck as I wrap my strong, protective arms around you. I hold you for a moment more and then say “Now, come to bed.”
- No. you say and reject my invitation with every cell of your being.
- It is not morning yet. I say and try to reason with you. You need rest to heal faster and therefore I will drag you back to bed if I must… I just hope that it will not come to that.
- I can’t sleep... you state, turn your head away and then add “…And I don’t want to.” You push me a bit further away and walk to the knife, grab it and take it back to the bedroom.
I follow you and watch you as you place the small dagger on the nightstand, indicating that this is the way you’re sleeping now – with a dagger by your bed, even when you are in a safe place such as my palace… you do not feel safe enough to sleep without it. I scold myself for not noticing it earlier when I tucked you in. Perhaps you had not wanted me to see it, maybe you wanted to keep it as a secret, your nightmares and fears… your compulsive need of having a weapon at hand even in my presence. You notice that I am staring at you, scanning your expressions and monitoring your mood, you turn your gaze away, clearly embarrassed as you try to plan a route to escape from the situation.
- Because of the nightmares? I ask with a soft tone, still standing in the doorway that leads into the bathroom. You rearrange the pillows, lift few of them off the floor and place them back on the bed while avoiding eye contact with me. I wait for you to give me an answer, which you finally deliver in a form of a subtle nod. I walk to the bed and help you to set the large duvet, which have been left in disarray due to your restless dreams. When we are done and the bed is ready, looking as soft and comfortable as ever, you suddenly walk to the armchair and sit down, pull your legs against your chest again and mumble something about the bed being ready for the king to sleep in because you have made up your mind about staying awake for the rest of the night. I shake my head and walk to you, kneel in front of you and take your hands, squeeze them reassuringly and brush your knuckles with your thumbs.
- I will hold you close, guard your dreams… nothing will hurt you. I promise to you, press kisses on the back of your hands and look deep into your eyes. Fortunately the elven eyes are capable of seeing perfectly in the dark, especially now that my mind is clear and at peace, well, relatively at least compared to the mental turmoil of few moments ago.
- Just please, come back to bed. You need to rest. I plead, stand up and when I do, you pull your hands away and press them tightly against your chest. Your eyes keep scanning frantically the darkness surrounding us and I can sense you falling back into the same crippling state of panic where I had hoped to pull you completely out from.
- Come, give me your hand. I say but you hesitate so I swiftly slide my hand under you, while placing the other around you, lift you up and hold you in my arms tightly, carrying you to bed like a husband carries the wife on their wedding night.
- Your heart is racing! I exclaim. I can feel your heart beating so fast that I fear it might stop from too much strain. I sit on the edge of the bed and hold you close while talking to you softly. “My love, calm down. There is no one here, just us” I say and guide you to rest your weary head against my shoulder. I press my lips against your head and breathe you in. Your scent is irresistible to me, the flowers in your hair, like a meadow after summer rain, or the first leafs in the spring – fresh and full of life. Your lips taste of sweet berries and they are as intoxicating as the strongest wine of my court. Just one sip, just one taste and I feel my head getting pleasantly hazy, dizzy even.
I guide you to lean back a little, place my hand on your jaw and lean closer. You close your eyes and I admire your hauntingly beautiful features from a close distance while my fingertips trace your cheek with featherlike brushes. I know you trust me, I know you would give your life in my hands like I would give mine to yours, so I surrender to this great need and allow my lips to land on yours after taking my time to let the anticipation to grow. It is too much to handle and I must satisfy my craving. Your lips are soft and warm, delicate like petals of a beautiful red rose, plump like the ripest fruit hanging from the tree. I brush your lips with mine, pamper them with soft kisses that make you sigh and lure you to open your mouth to me a little bit more.
When you do, I take your lower lip between mine and nibble it playfully. I suck it a little and then release… but I am not done yet. Oh no – this, my love, is only the beginning. I tease you a little bit, pull back when you think that I am going to kiss you again and when you place your hand behind my neck and pull me closer, I engage your lips into a passionate kiss that surely clouds your mind and takes it away from the horrors of your nightmares. Your lips dance with mine, perfectly, like they were made for each other, claiming, worshipping and adoring me, just like I adore you, my queen. I press my hand on your heart, let it beat against my palm while our kiss grows deeper and more passionate, more intense, hungrier and needier and then subsides into sweet brushes and smiles. You smile against my lips, chuckle even a little when I trace your lips with the tip of my tongue.
Oh yes, my tongue, such a small but strong muscle. Wet and soft, but also hard if needed. I bet no one has never kissed you the way I am going to kiss you soon… with my tongue ravishing and exciting you, taking you to the edge of your sanity and lighting a fire deep inside you. I want to fill your stomach with butterflies, I want to turn your knees into mush and most importantly, I want you to open your heart to me so I can make my home there and stay forever. When your breathing has calmed down, I smile against your lips, brush my nose against yours a couple of times and then slam my lips against yours. I begin modestly, my lips exploring yours, nibbling and sucking occasionally and then… I pull you closer and flip you to lay on the bed on your back. You gasp from such unpredictable move and after making sure that you are laying there, on the fluffy duvet and the softest pillows, comfortably, I lower myself to kiss you again.
I am very careful not to put my weight on you until you pull me down to actually lay partially on you. My bare chest pressed against your soft curves, kept apart only by your thin, silky nightgown, so I can imagine how your skin would feel against mine if I should remove this garment and lay on top of you naked. I find your hand and tangle my fingers with yours, press it against the bed and capture your lips into a heated kiss. Now, you are ready for my tongue. You are relaxed and open for me. I trace your lips and then slide my tongue into your mouth. I am careful not to make you feel threatened in any way and I only use my tongue to excite you, to provide you new sensations and to encourage you to do the same.
You shiver a little as the waves of pleasure run through you. You dare to meet my tongue with yours and sometimes even suck playfully, battle for domination and pull my hair a little to guide me to kiss you in more pleasurable angles. Yes, guide me all you want, my love, let me satisfy your hunger, let me love you with everything I have – with every part of my body, with every fiber of my being and with my entire soul. You rub my leg with the sole of your foot, sometimes reaching as high as the hem of the towel I am wearing. I shift myself to nest between your legs and enjoy it greatly when you wrap your leg around my hip and massage my back with confident and firm motions.
You have the softest hands, my love, the gentlest touch and the most delicious lips. I move to kiss your neck, nibble your earlobe and whisper loving words into your ear. My hand still holds yours and the other explores your body modestly, never crossing any lines or wandering off under your fine nightgown. Oh, I wish you were my wife already. Then I would slowly strip you naked and kiss every part of your form, spend a generous amount of time on your sweet spots and finally, after exhausting and satisfying you completely with my skillful fingers and my curious tongue, I would take my pleasure and slide slowly into you. I would take my time, enjoy every moment, every gasp and moan, stare deep into your eyes as we become one. After embracing you intimately like this, rocking myself and feeling your whole being surrounding me, throbbing and pulsating, fully alive and engaged, I would finally find my release in your arms, give myself to you and be yours until the rest of our immortal lives.
But it is too early for that and you know it too. I feel your muscles getting tensed up when you realize how intimately you are holding me and therefore you immediately release me from your embrace. I kiss you once more, softly this time and sit up. You sit up as well and place a large pillow behind your back as you lean against the bedpost. You have no idea how beautiful you look in the subtle glow of the stars, the silver rays of light that pours into the room through the long, white curtains. The hem of your nightgown is slightly above your knees, revealing your legs and a part of your thighs, so strong yet still so feminine, perfect for riding a horse… or…
- Can we light a candle? you ask suddenly. I am quite sure that you noticed my lingering gaze, devouring the skin of your thighs and slowly getting higher to your stomach and chest. Both covered with the nightgown but I can easily imagine you without the silky garment. I recoil instantly and shift my eyes from the neckline of your dress to your eyes. “I think I would sleep a bit better if it wasn’t so dark” you explain and smile shyly.
- Of course. I say, get up and walk to a table, located on the other side of the room, quite far away from the bed. “Just one?” I ask after lighting a candle and placing it on a safe surface.
- I suppose it is enough. you comment hesitantly.
- I will light two. I state and light another candle, place it next to the first one. Both are in sturdy candleholders and on a tray made of silver so there is no danger of starting a fire. I know you appreciate my precision about these things. I wouldn’t want to burn down my own palace, besides I know that you do not need any extra stress tonight.
- Thank you. you whisper and nod with a faint smile on your face. I am happy to see you smiling but also afraid that you are trying to mask your true feelings by smiling while I wish that you would feel comfortable enough to show them to me freely, to be yourself and to have no reason to pretend to be stronger than you really are.
- Is this alright? I ask after bringing the tray a bit closer and placing it on the nearest table, not on the nightstand though. You sigh “Yes” as you stare at the two bright flames dancing subtly, mostly burning in peace, calmly.
- I… you say, shift your gaze elsewhere and pause for a moment. I sit in the armchair and focus my attention to you entirely. “…I must apologize for acting this way and… for being so foolish” you say and rub your hands together quite nervously. I shake my head but you ignore it. “You must find me ridiculous” you comment and then continue by talking quite fast and with a barely audible tone “We used to use darkness to our advantage when we were tracking the intruders…” you say, pause and then continue hesitantly “…And now I’m terrified of it… the darkness.” It sounds like you had spat the last word out with such bitterness and disappointment that it makes me worry for you even more. I do not know what you have gone through, what kind of horrors and how you have suffered. I wish that someday you’ll trust me enough to share it with me, but for now, please know, my love, that I would never find you ridiculous. Never!
- No… please do not think like that. Not even for a minute. I say and smile reassuringly. You look tired… no… exhausted with dark circles around your eyes and your gorgeous face buried in shadows. You must get some rest now, instantly. It is too late, almost early already and I know that I can’t spend the whole tomorrow in bed with you since I must attend many meetings and talk with my son, Legolas, as well. “But-“ you say as a protest, but I interrupt you before you get any further.
- Not a word, my love. I say and after tucking you in, I ask “May I sleep in the bed with you tonight?”
- Of course. It is a large bed. you reply and take a quick glance at the bed. I bow my head, grab one of the two candles and walk towards the door. “Where are you going?” you ask immediately when you notice me getting closer to the exit that leads into the corridor. Your voice sounds amused and curious but there is also a light undertone of fear. “Are you going to leave me alone?” you must wonder but fear not, my dearest, I am not going to abandon you.
- I will ask the maid to bring another blanket. I explain as I turn to look at you.
- What’s wrong with this one? you ask with a confused tone. The question makes me laugh and after chuckling loudly for a moment, I reply “Nothing.” You pat the mattress as an invitation and I return to the bed, still wearing nothing but the towel hanging on my hips.
- Shall I… put on my… clothes? I ask hesitantly. I know I was kissing you very intimately just few moments ago but I also know that sleeping under the same duvet is a different thing entirely and I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or threatened in any way.
- Would you sleep better without? you ask, your tone curious but also slightly nervous. I have a feeling that you have not slept with any man before, not like this at least, and although my sincerest intention is to protect your honor and you know you can trust me fully, I suspect that a thought of being under the same blanket with a naked man makes you nervous despite the fact that we have known each other for thousands of years and kept guard when the other was bathing during our long border patrols and scouting missions.
- Probably… I reply, however continue instantly “…But-“
- Your clothes… they are very fine, but… they do not look that comfortable. you state with a thoughtful tone.
- You shouldn’t worry about that. I state with a chuckle.
- I don’t mind if you sleep… naked. you say and after I have made sure that you are absolutely certain about it, I say
- Very well.
I take off the towel because it is a little bit wet from the bath, walk to the other side of the bed and sit on the edge. After taking few deep breaths, I lay down and tuck myself in with the large, soft and warm duvet. We lay side by side, both on our own sides of the bed with a big gap, a no-man’s-land, between us, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of our relaxed breathing. I sense that you are slightly… no, terribly tensed up, careful not to extend your arms or legs towards me. To be honest, your sleeping position does not look that comfortable; you are as stiff as a log and keeping your limbs tightly together like you were trying to pretend that you’re not even here.
- Does my nakedness offend you? I ask with a cautious tone. I hope it doesn’t, but I have a feeling that it does.
- No. you reply, hesitantly at first but then repeat your answer with more confidently.
- Does it… make you feel threatened? I ask next, really hoping that you would answer truthfully so I could find a solution to the issue.
- Are you asking if I’m scared of your… uhm… member? you ask and roll on your side to face me. That is a good sign.
- Perhaps. I reply, turn my head to look at you and continue with a sympathetic tone “You seem… uncomfortable.”
- Oh. you sigh and chuckle nervously.
- Let me assure you, my member will stay in the nonthreatening flaccid state the entire night. I say and roll on my side as well so I can establish proper eye contact with you. “I have no desire to jeopardize your honor” I add with a proud tone. I know myself well enough to know this to be true and I am proud of that quality of myself.
- Don’t be silly. you chuckle and after grabbing a pillow from the no-man’s-land and throwing it at me, you state “I’m not scared of you… and your nakedness…” I smirk at you while you speak and this makes you lose your train of thought. “…Or your… well… uhm…” you stammer with a light blush on your cheeks. A loud laughter escapes my throat as I roll on my back. You bury your face into a pillow and use it to muffle your girlish giggles, or try at least but I can still hear you. In addition of being brave and drop dead gorgeous, you are also cute and… I adore you.
- Perhaps I should be. I state with a smirk. You put the pillow away and look at me with a confused expression. “You might get your hands all over me” I say mischievously and then continue innocently “Take advantage of the unfortunate situation of my underpants being soaked at the moment.” You stare at me, your mouth ajar and eyes wide. “I must look after my gentleman’s honor” I state and turn to look at you.
- What? you ask, deeply puzzled. Oh, so cute, my love, so cute.
- Maybe I will wake up and find you all over me… your hands touching… and stroking… and exploring… and seducing me to do inappropriate things to you. I describe and I swear I see your cheeks turning reddish once more. “Oh I know you are waiting for an opportune moment to rob me from my innocence” I joke and roll on my side to seemingly keep guard on the no-man’s-land.
- Me? Stealing your innocence? you ask, still not quite realizing that I am trying to break the ice by kidding.
- Oh… I bet if you were a mortal, your face would be red as a ripe tomato. I comment, smirk and add “I can see a slight blush on your cheeks.”
- You’re imagining. I am an elf, I do not blush. you comment and smirk back victoriously, which soon turns into loud laughter. You seem more relaxed now and I am very happy for that. We both roll on our backs and continue staring at the ceiling, in silence, but the mood is less formal now and when I take a secret glance at you, I can see that you have extended your arm on the empty space between us. Almost like you were hoping me to do the same and hold your hand. Is that what you want, my dearest?
- I would not mind if you did. Actually… I wouldn’t mind of you did touch me. I comment hesitantly. I do not want to ruin the mood or make you feel uncomfortable now that you finally seem to feel somewhat comfortable… but I blurt this out and I cannot take it back. It is out there and I wait anxiously for your response.
- I’m not… ready… for that. you stammer after a rather long silence.
- I know, but I want you to know… that… you can, if you wanted to. I explain, take a deep breath and decide to dig the hole a bit deeper, like I wasn’t deep enough already. “You see… my… member… is just a body part. Like my leg… or my arm” I mumble and then ask with an innocent tone “Are you uncomfortable because of my legs?”
- Don’t be silly! you exclaim and cover your face with your hands. Trying to prevent me from seeing the blush, I see.
- Well, are you? I blurt.
- Of course not. you reply and remove your hands from your face, turn your head to look at me and roll your eyes.
- So… when I’ll hold you and my body presses against yours… it doesn’t mean anything. I explain softly, reach out to take your hand and squeeze it gently. “I mean… it means that I want to hold you and I love you… but… please know this…” I say and after sliding myself on the no-man’s-land and pressing a kiss on your knuckles, I add “…I would never hurt you with any part of my body.”
- I know. you say and exhale slowly. It seems that you were holding your breath for a the entire time I was speaking and now, finally you dared breathe once more. I listen to the sound of your breathing and after making sure that you are relaxed, somewhat at least, I let go of your hand and slide my fingers along your bare arm all the way on your shoulder, your neck and finally on your cheek, which I caress with featherlike touches.
- So… can you please now come a bit closer? I ask and comment “Good” when I see you moving. “A little bit more” I say, slide my arm under you so when I roll on my back, I pull you to lay partially on me; you rest your head on the spot where my arm meets my shoulder, the place made just for you, and otherwise you’re laying on your side next to me. “Now… place your hand on me” I instruct, my voice deep and soft, sultry even. Yes, I am trying to seduce you to trust me… I am seducing you with every loving glance, every adoring touch and kind word, and I am secretly hoping that by the morning, you’ll be mine. No, not through coalescence of our bodies, but through complete trust.
- What? you ask. You lay beside me, completely still and stiff. This is not what I wanted, my love.
- Just do it. I say while drawing random shapes on your back with my fingertip.
- Naw… I’m quite comfortable as I am. you say but I know you are lying.
- No, you’re not. I sigh and roll my eyes. “Give me your hand” I say and offer my hand to you. You resist and shake your head defiantly while tensing up every muscle in your body. “Come-come. Give it to me” I say and press a kiss on your forehead. I feel you inhaling, holding your breath and then emptying your lungs completely before placing your hand on mine.
- Finally… I comment, bring your hand to my lips and press a kiss on the back of your hand. Then I place your hand on my chest and whisper “Rest your hand here.” You shift your hand a little, find my heart and leave it there so you can feel my heartbeat against your palm just like you can feel my chest rising and falling according to my relaxed breathing. You shift your leg a little, bent it from your knee and slide it slowly on my thigh. Your skin feels good against mine, no fabric between, your leg brushing mine, getting tangled, just like our fingers as I lay my hand on yours. Your nightgown almost like a second skin, allowing me to feel the soft curves of your breasts, your hardened nipples… Oh, don’t worry… I will not embarrass you by pointing it out. I run my hand along your spine, all the way from your neck to your lower back, my palm and fingers sliding effortlessly on the silky fabric and sometimes venturing on the bare skin of your shoulders and arms.
- What does this feel like? I ask, speaking against your forehead with nearly voiceless whispers. This moment is just too perfect and I am afraid that I might break it by talking any louder.
- Soft… warm… You feel good. you whisper, press a kiss on my skin and add “And I feel safe.” Your answer makes me smile and I can feel you smiling as well.
- Now sleep, my love. I will keep you safe. I whisper, close my eyes and soon we both fall asleep, drift away to the realm of the kindest dreams where we’ll walk under the changing skies, stars and beautiful trees – together.