Fic: Bring me to life. Chapter 20. Boromir/Ofc
Title: Bring me to life
Chapter 20
Pairings: Boromir / Ofc
Rating: Nc-17
Authors: Gilraen / Megiliel
Gilraen's Fanfictions Page
Warnings: Read the previous chapters.
Disclaimer: All the known characters are not mine.
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Faramir knocked lightly at his brother's door, and peered inside. Kreshen was there, sitting in front of the mirror and brushing her long hair, dressed in her brand new lace and silk bridal nightgown. He couldn't help but smile to himself, thinking that in a way it was like she had married him, too, as he propped himself against the doorframe.
"So how does it feel to be a wife?"
"It is… strange to me" she smiled, turning to look at him, hailing to him to let him enter, and when he did it, she flung herself into his arms, gently kissing his cheek.
"I love you, do you know that? I love you even if I will never be your wife… but I promise you that I’ll always be at your side".
"Oh, well." he muttered, flashing her an outraged glance and then chuckling nonetheless. "I thought it was implied from the first moment, that we'll be together for the rest of our days despite it all.."
"I’ll never leave you" she smiled, playfully nuzzling his neck. "I could never do it, for you have stolen my heart… you’re the most sweet, tender, attentive and nice man I’ve ever known. The one who… made love to me for the first time. The one who was always there for me when I was sad. Should…should you marry that Eowyn I believe that my heart would be shattered in a million pieces…"
At the mere mention of the marriage both his father and Théoden wanted so dearly Faramir sighed, suddenly serious. "Father is still nagging about that." he said softly, stroking her cheeks until a hint of a smile made its appearance on the fair face. "But Boromir has promised me that he'll speak with Elphir, our cousin. He's looking for a wife, and not particularly interested in being in love with her. He's a kind man and I'm sure that he'll listen to Boromir's advice, they've always been very close."
"I don’t want to lose you" she whispered then, stroking his cheeks in an affectionate way, staring straight into those piercing blue eyes.
She couldn’t even bear the mere mention of Eowyn, for there was still the possibility that she could take Faramir away from her.
"What if your cousin will not marry her? You will have to do it…"
"No love, I won't." he replied softly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and smiling. "We will find a solution, I swear to you. No one is going to take me away, I will do anything to stay with you and Boromir has promised to help me out. Do not worry.."
Said that he pushed the door closed with his feet, and smiled again as his lips brushed over hers.
"I love you" she whispered against his lips, closing her eyes while her tongue started to caress his lower lip, nibbling and gently sucking it into her mouth now and then.
They played like this for a while, until she granted his tongue access, giving all of herself into that heated kiss.
Faramir's arms tightened around her as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and sighed softly, blue eyes closed and his strong body clinging to hers. So good to be in love, he thought, his lips curving into a helpless smile while still kissing her. So good to forget about all the troubles in the world with a simple kiss.
It seemed that the whole world had disappeared while Faramir was holding her in his arms, and Kreshen felt protected, loved and safe with him.
When they finally parted, the girl just remained still, her eyes fixed on his blue ones. Still smiling happily.
"I love you" Kreshen whispered again. "And I love the way you make me feel. The way you kiss me and love me. I think that there’s nothing in you that I couldn’t love…"
"I love you too" he smiled back, "Anything about you makes me feel happy like never before. And to me it's like.. like you've married me, too. I know it's crazy, I know it doesn't make sense, but I just can't help it.."
"Marriage is a piece of paper, Faramir" she smiled softly, caressing his cheeks. "I would have been your wife anyway. For I’ll never leave you. For I promise eternal love. And I’ll always fight at your side. You’ll never be settled aside. I swear it to you. No one would dare to take you away from…me…away from your wife…"
Faramir didn't respond with words, but the smile that brightened his face at her statement was the most significant of reactions. He embraced her again, even tighter than before, unable to take that happy smile off his lips.
"You'll have two husbands to take care of you then" he whispered, "ain't something that happens to anyone, would you not agree?"
"I’m a lucky girl" she chuckled quietly, relishing the heat emanating from his strong body.
Two husbands. Two gorgeous man. Two warriors to protect her. Two brothers ready to take care of her.
She was lucky, indeed. And she would do her best to please and fondle them. To make them happy.
"I swear I’ll try and be a good wife…and a good mother."
"You will make a perfect wife, I already know that." Faramir said softly, drawing back to smile at her, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear in an affectionate gesture. "And a wonderful mother, I have no doubts about it.. and maybe one day we will have our child, too."
"It would be wonderful" she smiled at him, pulling his hand over her face to gently kiss the tips of his fingers.
"Your son would be wonderful. I would be able to give you both the children you so desired… but we have to find a solution, for sometimes it’s difficult to talk to Boromir… he’s so…stubborn and proud".
"I know." the young man nodded, as he led Kreshen to the couch and sat down with her, the fire crackling in front of them. "But.. that is Boromir, he's always been like that, he'll always be. I believe it's quite difficult for him to accept this situation, and sometimes he does only with great effort.. so I do not feel like pushing him too much on the matter, even if I'd love to.. to be the father of your child. Maybe. Maybe one day, Kreshen." he smiled then, leaning to place another quick kiss on her lips.
"We will have our child" she whispered, smiling and squeezing his hand. "We will. For I want to give you a son. I want you to hold our baby within your strong arms. I want you to read your books to him… You would be a wonderful father, I’m sure of that. And I’ll talk to Boromir about the matter…"
Faramir sighed softly, saying nothing for a while as he gathered his thoughts, merely staring at the fireplace in front of them and holding his beloved tight against his chest.
"Have you already talked about his heir?"
"No" she muttered sadly. "I’m still drinking that brew. Boromir is very busy. But he doesn’t want us to…make love when we try to have this child. He wants to be sure that it’s his heir. And I don’t feel like blaming him. We…we will spend our mornings and afternoons together, for I would miss you to much. I’ll spend all my day with you. Except the night… "
"I think it's.. well, normal that he wishes to have his own son and heir. I can't blame him, either.."
Just then the door opened, and Boromir stepped inside quietly. He smiled at the two as he neared the couch and bent to kiss Kreshen on the lips and ruffle his little brother's blond locks.
The girl smiled softly in response, gently caressing his cheek before exchangeing a knowing glance with Faramir and sitting on Boromir’s lap, looping her arms around his neck, nuzzling it and smelling his familiar scent.
"Have you finished with your work?"
"Aye, I'm all yours now." Boromir said, and raised an eyebrow purposefully. To emphasize his words he placed both hands on his wife's buttocks and squeezed lightly, grinning all the while, and pulled her even closer.
"Well.. I think I'll leave you two alone for a while then" Faramir chuckled, "I'm sure you have several matters to.. discuss."
Boromir chuckled in response, flashing a glance to Kreshen before looking at his little brother again. "You can stay over, if you wish."
"No" the girl immediately said, gaining a puzzled look from Boromir. "I…need to talk with you. Alone. We will spend some time with Faramir later if…if it’s not a problem…"
"No, 'tis not a problem at all." he replied, staring at her curiously. Faramir smiled at Kreshen as he stood, and ruffled Boromir's hair in a fit of vengeance, almost running to the door right afterwards to escape a possible rebound.
Once they were alone Boromir said nothing, but just stared at his wife and waited for her to speak.
"We’ve spent so…few moments alone lately" she began, sighing softly and staring intently at his noble grey eyes.
"I’ve missed you…"
Boromir's usually stern features softened at her words, a small smile appearing on his lips. His eyes expressing only unconditional love and longing, his hands caressing her neck and shoulders with unhurried strokes.
"I have missed you, too." he said softly, "Did I already tell you today how much and deeply I love you?"
"No" she smiled, resting her forehead on his. "And I was asking whether you would have tell it or no… I love you, too, Boromir".
Said that, she leaned to kiss him unhurriedly, tenderly caressing his tongue with hers, silently making love to his mouth in a sensual fashion.
"Don’t be mad at me" she whispered when they had parted. "But… I need to know… wh-what are you planning to do with Faramir and… our heirs?"
"Planning?" he asked, frowning. "I plan nothing, Kreshen, I thought it was our decision to make and not just mine. And.. well, I think you should discuss with Faramir about your.. your children, if you want any. I do not have the right to meddle."
"I want to talk to you, instead of Faramir, blockhead" she chuckled softly, cupping his face with both hands.
"I know it’s our decision to take. It’s just that I’m still drinking that brew at evening. And that I want you to be sure that it will be your son. Your heir. Not Faramir’s. I was asking just…for that. Why are you always so suspicious? I’ve already told you how much I want to give you a child…"
"Then I'll tell the servants that we don't need the brew anymore." Boromir said softly, his eyes unwavering, and placed his larger hands over hers. "And I can leave you alone with Faramir this night, if you wish so. Our.. goal could take a little time to be achieved, I fear that afterwards you'll have to deal with just with me for a while." he chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose affectionately and then her forehead.
"I love you" she simply stated, smiling and caressing his hair.
"But… will you give him the possibility to have his own child…with me?" she asked after some awkward moments, lowering her gaze.
Boromir seemed to think about it for some moments. Though only thinking about that was much less than pleasing, he was not going to impose himself. Not at all. He had to be fair, fair to her and to his brother, despite it all. Faramir was behaving exemplarily with him, just leaving him and Kreshen live their life without meddling, and that was exactly what he had to do in return.
"I won't deny you anything, ever. You and him have to decide."
"I know it’s not easy for you" she whispered then, raising her eyes to meet his grey ones, sighing softly. She had really hoped that he would give her his assent, and still now she was doubting that he would have the strength to afford the whole situation.
"But I promise you that you will be never set aside. Never. I love you so much and I’ll try and be a good wife. And a good mother to your son. I swear it to you".
"I know" Boromir nodded, smiling softly as his eyes met the bright blue ones he loved so much. "I've never doubted it, not once. I just wish I could tell you how much having you by my side means to me.. but.. I've never been good with words, I fear.."
"There’s no need to tell it…" she whispered, smiling. "I can understand it from the way you behave toward me. And toward Faramir. You’re a good man, Boromir. Sometimes I can’t deny that you’re stubborn and proud. But it’s a little thing compared to all of your virtues. That’s what I’ve seen in you from that morning. Even if you hurt me the night before… You underestimate yourself, my love".
"Or maybe you overestimate me.." Boromir mumbled, chuckling when he saw the menacing look on Kreshen's face. "I love you." he whispered then, caressing her lips with his own and holding her tight. "I love you terribly."
"I love you too" she whispered back, a hint of smile curving her full lips.
"Now you just have to deal with the fact that I want you in my bed night and day. I’ll never give you a moment of rest. For I want our child… I think I’ll become your worse nightmare!"
"Oh, well. I think I can live with it" he smirked, his hands travelling slowly along her spine to reach her buttocks again. "But can you deal with the fact that I won't allow you to sleep more than a couple of hours at time?"
"Yes I’ll manage to survive" she grinned, leaning into his touch, her body glued to his and her breasts brushing against his strong chest caused her to shiver.
"But you will not like the way I’ll become… I’ll be…fat and noisy… my legs and feet will be swollen and I’ll need someone to massage them… I don’t know if you really want to get into that trouble…"
At those words Boromir's grin widened even more, and one of his eyebrows arched in a quite ominous fashion. "I'll be glad to massage you.. wherever needed." he whispered, ducking his head the moment later to nibble at her neck, his hands still grasping firmly her backside, squeezing teasingly now and then.
A humming sound escaped Kreshen’s lips at his ministrations, and she began to rub herself against his groin, feeling his thick erection pressed against her belly.
"What do you think about takeing me to your bed and massageing my breasts, for example?" she purred teasingly at his ear, nibbling it now and then.
Boromir's response was a soft moan, and a helpless shudder. Without thinking twice he stood, still holding her tight in his arms, and made his way to the bed. Since his hands were elsewhere engaged he thought to use his teeth to unlace Kreshen's bodice, not wanting to waste any time. When they eventually landed on the soft mattress he was already stripping her of the dress, in between kisses and pants.
Once completely naked, the girl frantically undressed her lover, dragging him on the bed at her side.
Moaning helplessly when he started to massage her breast, slowly moving downward to her centre, Kreshen’s senses went into oblivion.
Some moments later, she settled on her four, almost purring as a wild little kitten, turning her head to look at Boromir from behind her shoulder, smiling wickedly at him.
Rather than smiling back Boromir shuddered again, staring right into her eyes as he kneeled behind her, his breath coming in erratic pants. He settled both hands at her waist to hold her in place, and he couldn't help but lick his lips with anticipation as he lowered himself to trail kisses along her back and further down, lingering to nibble teasingly at her buttocks.
A loud moan escaped her lips even before she could think to stop it when Boromir slowly entered her from behind, and she gripped the cushions with both hands to anchor herself, trying to match the intensity of his pace.
Kreshen’s eyes were closed, her face expressing only sheer pleasure, a little veil of perspiration all over her back, and some locks of hair hung on her forehead, blurring her view.. She didn’t pushed them back, through. She was way to concentrated on the wonderful sensations Boromir was giving her.
It didn't take too much for him to realize that at the strenuous pace he'd set it wouldn't last more than a couple of minutes. Maybe less. He stopped for a moment, panting for breath, and grinned when she turned to look at him over her shoulder. He leaned forward, releasing her waist in order to prop on his arms, placing both hands on hers and entangling their fingers, looking for a more intimate contact. Then his chest was glued to her back, Kreshen's skin hot and slick against his, his mouth fastened on her neck to lick away the tiny droplets of sweat as he resumed his thrusting, slower and deeper this time, eliciting a low moan from both.
Looking at their entwined hands, Kreshen squeezed Boromir’s in an affectionate way, panting softly and shifting her head to kiss his lips now and then.
The heat emanating from his body, and his skin caressing hers made her feel at home, and soon she had to fight the urge to cry due to the overwhelming feelings of love and longing towards her husband.
Giving all of herself to those wonderful sensations, Kreshen started to softly moan his name over and over again, her view blurring as her orgasm neared quickly.
The pace of their lovemaking had quickened considerably by then, their fingers still twined firmly, Boromir's chest gliding and rubbing against her back in time with his fierce thrusts. And he was whispering all his love into her ear, over and over, his voice thick and slightly trembling, stopping only to bite her neck in order to muffle louder groans now and then. So very close. And he was aware that Kreshen, his Kreshen, his wife, was very close too. He could tell it from the way she was shuddering and pushing back to meet each and every one of his thrusts, from her heated moans, the heavy pants, from the way she was squeezing his hands.
The fiery tension in his lower belly had become almost unbearable, the pleasure so keen it was almost dazing. A few more hard, deep thrusts and he was shuddering violently, almost crying out loud for the intensity of it. Only barely aware that Kreshen's back was arching against his chest, her inner walls clenching around him, her head thrown back to rest on his shoulder.
They both collapsed onto the bed, Kreshen’s face buried onto the soft pillows, her breathing still erratic and her heart beating wildly in her chest, as she could feel Boromir’s heart against her back.
When he settled himself at her side, instinctively the girl snuggled closer, resting her head on his massive chest, her eyes closed, relishing the sweet afterglow of their lovemaking.
"Boromir?" she asked softly after a while. "How…how would you like to call our child?"
"Oh, I don't know.." he mumbled pensively, lowering his gaze to look at her and then smiling, his hands caressing lazily her back. "I've never thought about that yet. Do you have any ideas, beloved?"
"No…" she smiled back at him, raising her head to look at him, gently kissing his chin."I was still wondering about that… "
Boromir nodded briefly, pursing his lips as he mentally searched for the one name meant for their child and their child only, the perfect name. He looked at her again after a few moments, but faltered a little before speaking. "If--if it will be a girl we could maybe.." he muttered, as if not sure whether he should be saying that. "Well. Would you mind to call her after my mother? Do you like the name? Do not say yes just to please me, I want you to like it, too.."
"Finduilas…" Kreshen murmured, repeating that name over and over again, just to hear the musicality of it, then, smiling, she turned to look at him, nodding.
"It would be wonderful…"
"Really?" Boromir asked, obviously not expecting that. "Do you really like it?"
When she nodded he smiled brightly, kissing and hugging her tight, and nodded solemnly in return. "Finduilas it is then. And what if it will be a boy?"
"What about…Amrod, or… Fingolfin… or… Saeros?" she began, pensively, gently kissing his lips.
"I really don’t know… but I know that they were glorious warriors…"
"Mmmh.. I do like Amrod. Very much, and Saeros too. We'll see.. what about some cuddles now? I could really use some.."
"Do you?" she grinned, clinging to him and cherishing him lovingly, all the while kissing his face and stroking his hair .
Chapter 20
Pairings: Boromir / Ofc
Rating: Nc-17
Authors: Gilraen / Megiliel
Gilraen's Fanfictions Page
Warnings: Read the previous chapters.
Disclaimer: All the known characters are not mine.
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Faramir knocked lightly at his brother's door, and peered inside. Kreshen was there, sitting in front of the mirror and brushing her long hair, dressed in her brand new lace and silk bridal nightgown. He couldn't help but smile to himself, thinking that in a way it was like she had married him, too, as he propped himself against the doorframe.
"So how does it feel to be a wife?"
"It is… strange to me" she smiled, turning to look at him, hailing to him to let him enter, and when he did it, she flung herself into his arms, gently kissing his cheek.
"I love you, do you know that? I love you even if I will never be your wife… but I promise you that I’ll always be at your side".
"Oh, well." he muttered, flashing her an outraged glance and then chuckling nonetheless. "I thought it was implied from the first moment, that we'll be together for the rest of our days despite it all.."
"I’ll never leave you" she smiled, playfully nuzzling his neck. "I could never do it, for you have stolen my heart… you’re the most sweet, tender, attentive and nice man I’ve ever known. The one who… made love to me for the first time. The one who was always there for me when I was sad. Should…should you marry that Eowyn I believe that my heart would be shattered in a million pieces…"
At the mere mention of the marriage both his father and Théoden wanted so dearly Faramir sighed, suddenly serious. "Father is still nagging about that." he said softly, stroking her cheeks until a hint of a smile made its appearance on the fair face. "But Boromir has promised me that he'll speak with Elphir, our cousin. He's looking for a wife, and not particularly interested in being in love with her. He's a kind man and I'm sure that he'll listen to Boromir's advice, they've always been very close."
"I don’t want to lose you" she whispered then, stroking his cheeks in an affectionate way, staring straight into those piercing blue eyes.
She couldn’t even bear the mere mention of Eowyn, for there was still the possibility that she could take Faramir away from her.
"What if your cousin will not marry her? You will have to do it…"
"No love, I won't." he replied softly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and smiling. "We will find a solution, I swear to you. No one is going to take me away, I will do anything to stay with you and Boromir has promised to help me out. Do not worry.."
Said that he pushed the door closed with his feet, and smiled again as his lips brushed over hers.
"I love you" she whispered against his lips, closing her eyes while her tongue started to caress his lower lip, nibbling and gently sucking it into her mouth now and then.
They played like this for a while, until she granted his tongue access, giving all of herself into that heated kiss.
Faramir's arms tightened around her as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and sighed softly, blue eyes closed and his strong body clinging to hers. So good to be in love, he thought, his lips curving into a helpless smile while still kissing her. So good to forget about all the troubles in the world with a simple kiss.
It seemed that the whole world had disappeared while Faramir was holding her in his arms, and Kreshen felt protected, loved and safe with him.
When they finally parted, the girl just remained still, her eyes fixed on his blue ones. Still smiling happily.
"I love you" Kreshen whispered again. "And I love the way you make me feel. The way you kiss me and love me. I think that there’s nothing in you that I couldn’t love…"
"I love you too" he smiled back, "Anything about you makes me feel happy like never before. And to me it's like.. like you've married me, too. I know it's crazy, I know it doesn't make sense, but I just can't help it.."
"Marriage is a piece of paper, Faramir" she smiled softly, caressing his cheeks. "I would have been your wife anyway. For I’ll never leave you. For I promise eternal love. And I’ll always fight at your side. You’ll never be settled aside. I swear it to you. No one would dare to take you away from…me…away from your wife…"
Faramir didn't respond with words, but the smile that brightened his face at her statement was the most significant of reactions. He embraced her again, even tighter than before, unable to take that happy smile off his lips.
"You'll have two husbands to take care of you then" he whispered, "ain't something that happens to anyone, would you not agree?"
"I’m a lucky girl" she chuckled quietly, relishing the heat emanating from his strong body.
Two husbands. Two gorgeous man. Two warriors to protect her. Two brothers ready to take care of her.
She was lucky, indeed. And she would do her best to please and fondle them. To make them happy.
"I swear I’ll try and be a good wife…and a good mother."
"You will make a perfect wife, I already know that." Faramir said softly, drawing back to smile at her, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear in an affectionate gesture. "And a wonderful mother, I have no doubts about it.. and maybe one day we will have our child, too."
"It would be wonderful" she smiled at him, pulling his hand over her face to gently kiss the tips of his fingers.
"Your son would be wonderful. I would be able to give you both the children you so desired… but we have to find a solution, for sometimes it’s difficult to talk to Boromir… he’s so…stubborn and proud".
"I know." the young man nodded, as he led Kreshen to the couch and sat down with her, the fire crackling in front of them. "But.. that is Boromir, he's always been like that, he'll always be. I believe it's quite difficult for him to accept this situation, and sometimes he does only with great effort.. so I do not feel like pushing him too much on the matter, even if I'd love to.. to be the father of your child. Maybe. Maybe one day, Kreshen." he smiled then, leaning to place another quick kiss on her lips.
"We will have our child" she whispered, smiling and squeezing his hand. "We will. For I want to give you a son. I want you to hold our baby within your strong arms. I want you to read your books to him… You would be a wonderful father, I’m sure of that. And I’ll talk to Boromir about the matter…"
Faramir sighed softly, saying nothing for a while as he gathered his thoughts, merely staring at the fireplace in front of them and holding his beloved tight against his chest.
"Have you already talked about his heir?"
"No" she muttered sadly. "I’m still drinking that brew. Boromir is very busy. But he doesn’t want us to…make love when we try to have this child. He wants to be sure that it’s his heir. And I don’t feel like blaming him. We…we will spend our mornings and afternoons together, for I would miss you to much. I’ll spend all my day with you. Except the night… "
"I think it's.. well, normal that he wishes to have his own son and heir. I can't blame him, either.."
Just then the door opened, and Boromir stepped inside quietly. He smiled at the two as he neared the couch and bent to kiss Kreshen on the lips and ruffle his little brother's blond locks.
The girl smiled softly in response, gently caressing his cheek before exchangeing a knowing glance with Faramir and sitting on Boromir’s lap, looping her arms around his neck, nuzzling it and smelling his familiar scent.
"Have you finished with your work?"
"Aye, I'm all yours now." Boromir said, and raised an eyebrow purposefully. To emphasize his words he placed both hands on his wife's buttocks and squeezed lightly, grinning all the while, and pulled her even closer.
"Well.. I think I'll leave you two alone for a while then" Faramir chuckled, "I'm sure you have several matters to.. discuss."
Boromir chuckled in response, flashing a glance to Kreshen before looking at his little brother again. "You can stay over, if you wish."
"No" the girl immediately said, gaining a puzzled look from Boromir. "I…need to talk with you. Alone. We will spend some time with Faramir later if…if it’s not a problem…"
"No, 'tis not a problem at all." he replied, staring at her curiously. Faramir smiled at Kreshen as he stood, and ruffled Boromir's hair in a fit of vengeance, almost running to the door right afterwards to escape a possible rebound.
Once they were alone Boromir said nothing, but just stared at his wife and waited for her to speak.
"We’ve spent so…few moments alone lately" she began, sighing softly and staring intently at his noble grey eyes.
"I’ve missed you…"
Boromir's usually stern features softened at her words, a small smile appearing on his lips. His eyes expressing only unconditional love and longing, his hands caressing her neck and shoulders with unhurried strokes.
"I have missed you, too." he said softly, "Did I already tell you today how much and deeply I love you?"
"No" she smiled, resting her forehead on his. "And I was asking whether you would have tell it or no… I love you, too, Boromir".
Said that, she leaned to kiss him unhurriedly, tenderly caressing his tongue with hers, silently making love to his mouth in a sensual fashion.
"Don’t be mad at me" she whispered when they had parted. "But… I need to know… wh-what are you planning to do with Faramir and… our heirs?"
"Planning?" he asked, frowning. "I plan nothing, Kreshen, I thought it was our decision to make and not just mine. And.. well, I think you should discuss with Faramir about your.. your children, if you want any. I do not have the right to meddle."
"I want to talk to you, instead of Faramir, blockhead" she chuckled softly, cupping his face with both hands.
"I know it’s our decision to take. It’s just that I’m still drinking that brew at evening. And that I want you to be sure that it will be your son. Your heir. Not Faramir’s. I was asking just…for that. Why are you always so suspicious? I’ve already told you how much I want to give you a child…"
"Then I'll tell the servants that we don't need the brew anymore." Boromir said softly, his eyes unwavering, and placed his larger hands over hers. "And I can leave you alone with Faramir this night, if you wish so. Our.. goal could take a little time to be achieved, I fear that afterwards you'll have to deal with just with me for a while." he chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose affectionately and then her forehead.
"I love you" she simply stated, smiling and caressing his hair.
"But… will you give him the possibility to have his own child…with me?" she asked after some awkward moments, lowering her gaze.
Boromir seemed to think about it for some moments. Though only thinking about that was much less than pleasing, he was not going to impose himself. Not at all. He had to be fair, fair to her and to his brother, despite it all. Faramir was behaving exemplarily with him, just leaving him and Kreshen live their life without meddling, and that was exactly what he had to do in return.
"I won't deny you anything, ever. You and him have to decide."
"I know it’s not easy for you" she whispered then, raising her eyes to meet his grey ones, sighing softly. She had really hoped that he would give her his assent, and still now she was doubting that he would have the strength to afford the whole situation.
"But I promise you that you will be never set aside. Never. I love you so much and I’ll try and be a good wife. And a good mother to your son. I swear it to you".
"I know" Boromir nodded, smiling softly as his eyes met the bright blue ones he loved so much. "I've never doubted it, not once. I just wish I could tell you how much having you by my side means to me.. but.. I've never been good with words, I fear.."
"There’s no need to tell it…" she whispered, smiling. "I can understand it from the way you behave toward me. And toward Faramir. You’re a good man, Boromir. Sometimes I can’t deny that you’re stubborn and proud. But it’s a little thing compared to all of your virtues. That’s what I’ve seen in you from that morning. Even if you hurt me the night before… You underestimate yourself, my love".
"Or maybe you overestimate me.." Boromir mumbled, chuckling when he saw the menacing look on Kreshen's face. "I love you." he whispered then, caressing her lips with his own and holding her tight. "I love you terribly."
"I love you too" she whispered back, a hint of smile curving her full lips.
"Now you just have to deal with the fact that I want you in my bed night and day. I’ll never give you a moment of rest. For I want our child… I think I’ll become your worse nightmare!"
"Oh, well. I think I can live with it" he smirked, his hands travelling slowly along her spine to reach her buttocks again. "But can you deal with the fact that I won't allow you to sleep more than a couple of hours at time?"
"Yes I’ll manage to survive" she grinned, leaning into his touch, her body glued to his and her breasts brushing against his strong chest caused her to shiver.
"But you will not like the way I’ll become… I’ll be…fat and noisy… my legs and feet will be swollen and I’ll need someone to massage them… I don’t know if you really want to get into that trouble…"
At those words Boromir's grin widened even more, and one of his eyebrows arched in a quite ominous fashion. "I'll be glad to massage you.. wherever needed." he whispered, ducking his head the moment later to nibble at her neck, his hands still grasping firmly her backside, squeezing teasingly now and then.
A humming sound escaped Kreshen’s lips at his ministrations, and she began to rub herself against his groin, feeling his thick erection pressed against her belly.
"What do you think about takeing me to your bed and massageing my breasts, for example?" she purred teasingly at his ear, nibbling it now and then.
Boromir's response was a soft moan, and a helpless shudder. Without thinking twice he stood, still holding her tight in his arms, and made his way to the bed. Since his hands were elsewhere engaged he thought to use his teeth to unlace Kreshen's bodice, not wanting to waste any time. When they eventually landed on the soft mattress he was already stripping her of the dress, in between kisses and pants.
Once completely naked, the girl frantically undressed her lover, dragging him on the bed at her side.
Moaning helplessly when he started to massage her breast, slowly moving downward to her centre, Kreshen’s senses went into oblivion.
Some moments later, she settled on her four, almost purring as a wild little kitten, turning her head to look at Boromir from behind her shoulder, smiling wickedly at him.
Rather than smiling back Boromir shuddered again, staring right into her eyes as he kneeled behind her, his breath coming in erratic pants. He settled both hands at her waist to hold her in place, and he couldn't help but lick his lips with anticipation as he lowered himself to trail kisses along her back and further down, lingering to nibble teasingly at her buttocks.
A loud moan escaped her lips even before she could think to stop it when Boromir slowly entered her from behind, and she gripped the cushions with both hands to anchor herself, trying to match the intensity of his pace.
Kreshen’s eyes were closed, her face expressing only sheer pleasure, a little veil of perspiration all over her back, and some locks of hair hung on her forehead, blurring her view.. She didn’t pushed them back, through. She was way to concentrated on the wonderful sensations Boromir was giving her.
It didn't take too much for him to realize that at the strenuous pace he'd set it wouldn't last more than a couple of minutes. Maybe less. He stopped for a moment, panting for breath, and grinned when she turned to look at him over her shoulder. He leaned forward, releasing her waist in order to prop on his arms, placing both hands on hers and entangling their fingers, looking for a more intimate contact. Then his chest was glued to her back, Kreshen's skin hot and slick against his, his mouth fastened on her neck to lick away the tiny droplets of sweat as he resumed his thrusting, slower and deeper this time, eliciting a low moan from both.
Looking at their entwined hands, Kreshen squeezed Boromir’s in an affectionate way, panting softly and shifting her head to kiss his lips now and then.
The heat emanating from his body, and his skin caressing hers made her feel at home, and soon she had to fight the urge to cry due to the overwhelming feelings of love and longing towards her husband.
Giving all of herself to those wonderful sensations, Kreshen started to softly moan his name over and over again, her view blurring as her orgasm neared quickly.
The pace of their lovemaking had quickened considerably by then, their fingers still twined firmly, Boromir's chest gliding and rubbing against her back in time with his fierce thrusts. And he was whispering all his love into her ear, over and over, his voice thick and slightly trembling, stopping only to bite her neck in order to muffle louder groans now and then. So very close. And he was aware that Kreshen, his Kreshen, his wife, was very close too. He could tell it from the way she was shuddering and pushing back to meet each and every one of his thrusts, from her heated moans, the heavy pants, from the way she was squeezing his hands.
The fiery tension in his lower belly had become almost unbearable, the pleasure so keen it was almost dazing. A few more hard, deep thrusts and he was shuddering violently, almost crying out loud for the intensity of it. Only barely aware that Kreshen's back was arching against his chest, her inner walls clenching around him, her head thrown back to rest on his shoulder.
They both collapsed onto the bed, Kreshen’s face buried onto the soft pillows, her breathing still erratic and her heart beating wildly in her chest, as she could feel Boromir’s heart against her back.
When he settled himself at her side, instinctively the girl snuggled closer, resting her head on his massive chest, her eyes closed, relishing the sweet afterglow of their lovemaking.
"Boromir?" she asked softly after a while. "How…how would you like to call our child?"
"Oh, I don't know.." he mumbled pensively, lowering his gaze to look at her and then smiling, his hands caressing lazily her back. "I've never thought about that yet. Do you have any ideas, beloved?"
"No…" she smiled back at him, raising her head to look at him, gently kissing his chin."I was still wondering about that… "
Boromir nodded briefly, pursing his lips as he mentally searched for the one name meant for their child and their child only, the perfect name. He looked at her again after a few moments, but faltered a little before speaking. "If--if it will be a girl we could maybe.." he muttered, as if not sure whether he should be saying that. "Well. Would you mind to call her after my mother? Do you like the name? Do not say yes just to please me, I want you to like it, too.."
"Finduilas…" Kreshen murmured, repeating that name over and over again, just to hear the musicality of it, then, smiling, she turned to look at him, nodding.
"It would be wonderful…"
"Really?" Boromir asked, obviously not expecting that. "Do you really like it?"
When she nodded he smiled brightly, kissing and hugging her tight, and nodded solemnly in return. "Finduilas it is then. And what if it will be a boy?"
"What about…Amrod, or… Fingolfin… or… Saeros?" she began, pensively, gently kissing his lips.
"I really don’t know… but I know that they were glorious warriors…"
"Mmmh.. I do like Amrod. Very much, and Saeros too. We'll see.. what about some cuddles now? I could really use some.."
"Do you?" she grinned, clinging to him and cherishing him lovingly, all the while kissing his face and stroking his hair .