I WILL FINISH THIS EVENTUALLY.
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meretriculahonest.
"Erestor?"
"Hmm?" Erestor yawned and sat up, glancing around the bedroom for his lover. Glorfindel was nowhere to be seen. "Glorfindel, did you say something?"
"Yes." The blond elf emerged from their closet, dressed only in a shirt. Erestor's stomach flipped as he took in all the bare, muscled thigh on display, and he stretched languorously, hoping that Glorfindel would take the hint and come back to bed. "Erestor, why is every single item of clothing you possess black?"
Erestor suppressed a snarl and settled for a brief glare. Glorfindel was not going to ruin his mood. "Does it matter?" he asked, climbing out of bed. He neglected to take the sheet with him, revealing that he was not wearing black at the moment. Or anything, for that matter. A quick toss of his head sent his hair tumbling out of its loose knot to frame his face as he pouted seductively at Glorfindel.
"Well, not really, I suppose," Glorfindel admitted. Yes! Victory! Erestor thought triumphantly. "It's just a little odd that you wouldn't even have any blue. It seems rather morbid to walk around dressed in black all the time."
"Do we really need to discuss this now?" Erestor forced out from between gritted teeth. If Glorfindel didn't stop talking and put his mouth to better use very soon...
"But we'll have more important things to do later. We always do. And - "
Glorfindel was forced to break off his remark as Erestor, out of patience, launched himself at his half-naked lover and latched onto his mouth. "Bed. Sex. Now," he growled, taking advantage of Glorfindel's distraction by ripping off his shirt.
"Huh? Oh. Oh! Right!" As Glorfindel scooped him up and carried him the short distance back to bed, the tiny corner of Erestor's mind that was not yet wholly distracted by the potential of any situation that contained a completely naked Glorfindel and a bed smugly considered the topic well and truly dropped.
*
A few weeks later, however, it resurfaced in the form of a neat package on their messily made bed. "I, um, thought you might like to try a different color for once," Glorfindel explained awkwardly.
"Like what?" Erestor asked warily.
"Uh. Red."
"Right." Shrugging, Erestor untied the wrapping and took out the contents. There was a long pause as he examined it, eyebrows inching ever higher. "Glorfindel," he said finally, "there is no way I am ever wearing this in public."
"I kind of only wanted you to wear it in private, anyway," Glorfindel admitted, turning violently crimson.
"Well, then." Erestor folded up the little red number and looked over at his lover, smirking. "Why don't you convince me?"
still need help with dash, people!
"Erestor?"
"Hmm?" Erestor yawned and sat up, glancing around the bedroom for his lover. Glorfindel was nowhere to be seen. "Glorfindel, did you say something?"
"Yes." The blond elf emerged from their closet, dressed only in a shirt. Erestor's stomach flipped as he took in all the bare, muscled thigh on display, and he stretched languorously, hoping that Glorfindel would take the hint and come back to bed. "Erestor, why is every single item of clothing you possess black?"
Erestor suppressed a snarl and settled for a brief glare. Glorfindel was not going to ruin his mood. "Does it matter?" he asked, climbing out of bed. He neglected to take the sheet with him, revealing that he was not wearing black at the moment. Or anything, for that matter. A quick toss of his head sent his hair tumbling out of its loose knot to frame his face as he pouted seductively at Glorfindel.
"Well, not really, I suppose," Glorfindel admitted. Yes! Victory! Erestor thought triumphantly. "It's just a little odd that you wouldn't even have any blue. It seems rather morbid to walk around dressed in black all the time."
"Do we really need to discuss this now?" Erestor forced out from between gritted teeth. If Glorfindel didn't stop talking and put his mouth to better use very soon...
"But we'll have more important things to do later. We always do. And - "
Glorfindel was forced to break off his remark as Erestor, out of patience, launched himself at his half-naked lover and latched onto his mouth. "Bed. Sex. Now," he growled, taking advantage of Glorfindel's distraction by ripping off his shirt.
"Huh? Oh. Oh! Right!" As Glorfindel scooped him up and carried him the short distance back to bed, the tiny corner of Erestor's mind that was not yet wholly distracted by the potential of any situation that contained a completely naked Glorfindel and a bed smugly considered the topic well and truly dropped.
*
A few weeks later, however, it resurfaced in the form of a neat package on their messily made bed. "I, um, thought you might like to try a different color for once," Glorfindel explained awkwardly.
"Like what?" Erestor asked warily.
"Uh. Red."
"Right." Shrugging, Erestor untied the wrapping and took out the contents. There was a long pause as he examined it, eyebrows inching ever higher. "Glorfindel," he said finally, "there is no way I am ever wearing this in public."
"I kind of only wanted you to wear it in private, anyway," Glorfindel admitted, turning violently crimson.
"Well, then." Erestor folded up the little red number and looked over at his lover, smirking. "Why don't you convince me?"
still need help with dash, people!
