(yet more) for Sylvie
Oct. 7th, 2005 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meretriculaer... hurrah? i'm working on 'em. slowly.
more 30 kisses:
10. #10
Erestor was humming. Happily. It was beginning to get on Glorfindel's nerves. "Oh, honestly!" he finally burst out. "It's just a birthday! It's not like he'll never have one again!"
Erestor stopped humming, but Glorfindel's respite was short, for his dark-haired lover then pinned him with a paint-stripping glare even more unpleasant than his vaguely tuneless subvocalization. "He's only ten, Glorfindel. He's entitled to a bit of fuss. He's a mortal, after all - he won't have as opportunities for it as we do. And anyway, I'm certain you were rather more excited about birthdays when you were his age."
"When I was his age I was still running around in diapers," Glorfindel muttered rebelliously.
Erestor arched an eyebrow. "I wouldn't consider that something to brag about, you know."
"Whatever," Glorfindel grumbled. "I still don't see why he gets to pick his own presents."
"Oh, for the love of - if you want to choose your next birthday present from me, go ahead! But if you won't stop acting so childishly you won't be getting one."
"Perfect," Glorfindel purred immediately, his mood doing a prompt 180-degree spin. "I know exactly what I want."
Erestor looked at him warily. Finally he sighed. "You're going to tell me whether I want to know or not, aren't you."
"Well, how are you supposed to give me what I want if I don't tell you?"
The dark-haired elf frowned to himself for a moment, clearly trying to find the hole in the blond's logic, but failing. "All right, fine, what do you want?"
Glorfindel leaned in very close and whispered something in his ear. Erestor promptly went bright red and started to splutter. "Glorfindel! You - you - "
"Pervert?" Glorfindel inquired mildly. "A bit late for that, seeing how you already told me I could pick my present. That's what I want from you."
"But - there is no way I would ever do that, you sex-obsessed fiend - "
"Erestor!" They were interrupted by a plaintive, childish cry from outside the door. "Erestor, are you in there?"
Startled, Erestor paused briefly before replying, "Ah, yes, Estel. What's wrong?"
"It's midnight, and you promised me you'd spend my birthday with me!"
Erestor was already on his feet and moving toward the door when Glorfindel realized exactly what was about to happen to his romantic evening with his lover. "Oh no you don't - "
"The sun isn't even up yet, child; you should be asleep," Erestor gently chided the future King of Men. He was sucking his thumb. Glorfindel reflected in resignation that he'd never seen a less imposing figure - or one more likely to sway Erestor.
"But it's my birthday, Erestor! You promised!"
Erestor chuckled softly. "Well, and so I did. If I come with you will you go back to bed?"
Estel contemplated this solution with as much seriousness a ten-year-old with his thumb in his mouth could muster. "You have to stay with me, even after I fall asleep," he bargained.
"Very well, Estel." Erestor smiled indulgently down at him. "Since it is your birthday." He stooped and hefted the human child up in his arms with an audible grunt of effort. "Off we go."
"Ahem," Glorfindel coughed, giving Estel an extremely unfriendly look. "I believe you owe me something, Erestor."
"I do?" The slim elf blinked, and staggered slightly under the weight of the rather pudgy Heir of Isildur.
Glorfindel was across the room before he could even think about it. "Look, give him to me. I'll carry him."
"No! Want Erestor!" wailed Estel.
"It's just until we get to your room, brat; I have no desire to spend the night with you, trust me." Estel glared at him sulkily.
"Ah... thank you," Erestor said tactfully, and led the way to Estel's room. The child was soon tucked in with a minimum of fuss, and Erestor walked Glorfindel to the door to see him off.
"So... what did I owe you, again?"
"Hmm? Oh. Good-night kiss," Glorfindel replied, running his fingers through a loose lock of hair hanging in Erestor's face. "I don't suppose I can convince you to come back to bed with me?"
"No," Erestor answered wryly. "You can have the kiss, though."
"Well, I'll take what I can get." Glorfindel bent down to retrieve his kiss, perhaps with undue urgency. He bumped first noses, then teeth with Erestor; things were just starting to heat up when they were rudely cut off, once again, by Estel's summons.
Glorfindel headed back to the suite he shared with Erestor, humming softly (and tunelessly) to himself. At this rate, Erestor was going to owe him two birthday presents.
more 30 kisses:
10. #10
Erestor was humming. Happily. It was beginning to get on Glorfindel's nerves. "Oh, honestly!" he finally burst out. "It's just a birthday! It's not like he'll never have one again!"
Erestor stopped humming, but Glorfindel's respite was short, for his dark-haired lover then pinned him with a paint-stripping glare even more unpleasant than his vaguely tuneless subvocalization. "He's only ten, Glorfindel. He's entitled to a bit of fuss. He's a mortal, after all - he won't have as opportunities for it as we do. And anyway, I'm certain you were rather more excited about birthdays when you were his age."
"When I was his age I was still running around in diapers," Glorfindel muttered rebelliously.
Erestor arched an eyebrow. "I wouldn't consider that something to brag about, you know."
"Whatever," Glorfindel grumbled. "I still don't see why he gets to pick his own presents."
"Oh, for the love of - if you want to choose your next birthday present from me, go ahead! But if you won't stop acting so childishly you won't be getting one."
"Perfect," Glorfindel purred immediately, his mood doing a prompt 180-degree spin. "I know exactly what I want."
Erestor looked at him warily. Finally he sighed. "You're going to tell me whether I want to know or not, aren't you."
"Well, how are you supposed to give me what I want if I don't tell you?"
The dark-haired elf frowned to himself for a moment, clearly trying to find the hole in the blond's logic, but failing. "All right, fine, what do you want?"
Glorfindel leaned in very close and whispered something in his ear. Erestor promptly went bright red and started to splutter. "Glorfindel! You - you - "
"Pervert?" Glorfindel inquired mildly. "A bit late for that, seeing how you already told me I could pick my present. That's what I want from you."
"But - there is no way I would ever do that, you sex-obsessed fiend - "
"Erestor!" They were interrupted by a plaintive, childish cry from outside the door. "Erestor, are you in there?"
Startled, Erestor paused briefly before replying, "Ah, yes, Estel. What's wrong?"
"It's midnight, and you promised me you'd spend my birthday with me!"
Erestor was already on his feet and moving toward the door when Glorfindel realized exactly what was about to happen to his romantic evening with his lover. "Oh no you don't - "
"The sun isn't even up yet, child; you should be asleep," Erestor gently chided the future King of Men. He was sucking his thumb. Glorfindel reflected in resignation that he'd never seen a less imposing figure - or one more likely to sway Erestor.
"But it's my birthday, Erestor! You promised!"
Erestor chuckled softly. "Well, and so I did. If I come with you will you go back to bed?"
Estel contemplated this solution with as much seriousness a ten-year-old with his thumb in his mouth could muster. "You have to stay with me, even after I fall asleep," he bargained.
"Very well, Estel." Erestor smiled indulgently down at him. "Since it is your birthday." He stooped and hefted the human child up in his arms with an audible grunt of effort. "Off we go."
"Ahem," Glorfindel coughed, giving Estel an extremely unfriendly look. "I believe you owe me something, Erestor."
"I do?" The slim elf blinked, and staggered slightly under the weight of the rather pudgy Heir of Isildur.
Glorfindel was across the room before he could even think about it. "Look, give him to me. I'll carry him."
"No! Want Erestor!" wailed Estel.
"It's just until we get to your room, brat; I have no desire to spend the night with you, trust me." Estel glared at him sulkily.
"Ah... thank you," Erestor said tactfully, and led the way to Estel's room. The child was soon tucked in with a minimum of fuss, and Erestor walked Glorfindel to the door to see him off.
"So... what did I owe you, again?"
"Hmm? Oh. Good-night kiss," Glorfindel replied, running his fingers through a loose lock of hair hanging in Erestor's face. "I don't suppose I can convince you to come back to bed with me?"
"No," Erestor answered wryly. "You can have the kiss, though."
"Well, I'll take what I can get." Glorfindel bent down to retrieve his kiss, perhaps with undue urgency. He bumped first noses, then teeth with Erestor; things were just starting to heat up when they were rudely cut off, once again, by Estel's summons.
Glorfindel headed back to the suite he shared with Erestor, humming softly (and tunelessly) to himself. At this rate, Erestor was going to owe him two birthday presents.
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Date: 2005-10-08 12:59 am (UTC)...although I wish you had told us what 'Fin wants for his birthday.
^.~
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Date: 2005-10-08 01:59 am (UTC)...well, if he had told me, i would have told you...
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Date: 2005-10-09 12:57 pm (UTC)You're still spectacular.
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Date: 2005-10-09 07:03 pm (UTC)o_O but that would be... smut. and i'd get about three words in before needing to fade to black....
not as spectacular as the awesomeness that is YOU!!!
(please excuse the excess of exclamation points and caps lock. i get more azn as we speak.)
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Date: 2005-11-07 07:45 pm (UTC)Awesome like a stick in the eye, old chum.
(It's balanced out by your beautiful spelling and grammar, worry not!)
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Date: 2005-11-07 11:39 pm (UTC)~snuggles~
(oh, good...)
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Date: 2005-11-11 03:15 am (UTC)Mwah!
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Date: 2005-11-11 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-16 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-16 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-17 08:11 pm (UTC)...we have to be careful that our BDSMness doesn't slip into the realm of tackiness, however (e.g. Trinity in "The Matrix"). Easy, girl...
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Date: 2005-11-18 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-19 12:02 am (UTC)hmm, and the twins. and Agent Smith. Can't forget Hugo! (so we're doing time-share on Monica Bellucci?)
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Date: 2005-12-16 07:45 pm (UTC)I think I need an Agent Smith fix, thinking about it. And that guy who protected the Oracle with the John Lennon sunglasses. Mmm... (I think that's the most efficient option, don't you? Any complaints?)
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Date: 2005-12-17 03:43 am (UTC)OMG SERAPH IS THE SEX!!! I have mad snuggles for him. He is awesome and amazing and I want to have his babies. And he was in a teahouse! Doing the Zen thing! He's too damn sexy for his own good!
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Date: 2006-02-02 07:30 pm (UTC)...and I swear I didn't alter the text. Should you want to use it,
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Date: 2006-02-03 02:58 am (UTC)is that Monica Bellucci? She looks nothing like Persephone. so... weird...
what do you think? do I need a new icon?
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Date: 2006-02-12 08:24 am (UTC)Well, since you only have three out of six slots filled (yes, I perved on your info page, sorry!), at least you have room for it!
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Date: 2006-02-12 12:38 pm (UTC)