My first slash!
Title: Unwanted Impulses
Characters: Eowyn and Arwen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the characters. The only thing I own is the plot.
MY notes: This is my first ever written slash. So, be easy on me! Beta'd by veuki
Eowyn glances over at Aragorn. Their eyes meet.
"Good afternoon, my king," she speaks slowly as she approaches him. Aragorn stands as if to embrace Eowyn, but one glance at Arwen stops him. Instead, he pulls a chair out for her.
"Greetings to you as well, dear Eowyn." The words slipped from Arwen's tongue before she could think of the consequences.
"I was uncertain of whether to greet you or not, as I am unsure if we are on good terms or not." Eowyn smirked. Aragorn bore a befuddled expression on his rugged face.
"Excuse us, dear. May I have a word with you, Eowyn?" Arwen rises, walking out into the corridor and scaling the slight rise. Eowyn follows. The candles flicker as they pass them. "We agreed to forget."
" You agreed. I decided to lay back and watch you manipulate him." Eowyn says with an unreadable emotion in her eyes.
"Where, pray tell, did you get the manipulate part from?"
"Would you call this game?"
"This is not a game."
"The what is it?" Eowyn takes a step forward. Arwen trembles, backs up until she comes in contact with the stone wall. Eowyn advances until she is only a foot away from the Elven beauty.
"I refuse to participate in this forray into your sexual orientation." Arwen's spine straightens, pressed against the wall. Eowyn steps forward again.
"I don't think I'm the only one confused." Eowyn slowly runs her right hand up across Arwen's delicate sliver of hipbone, up the jutting curve of her side. She cups Arwen's breast, feeling the nipple through the thin cloth. Eowyn slowly massages Arwen's soft skin, bringing her nipple to pebbled hardness. She slides her other hand around her fragile ribcage, clasping her buttocks.
"No... please stop," Arwen pleads, arching against her will. She opens her eyes to find Eowyn's devious gaze focused on her. Eowyn slowly moves her head forward and kisses Arwen's lips. She pulls back, then moves to capture her mouth again. As Eowyn brushes her tongue smoothly across Arwen's lips, they part. Over and over again, tongues and hands fight each other to gain the better of the embrace. Arwen suddenly pushes Eowyn away. "This is but a miniscule problem. It must not bring a misalliance between Aragorn and myself. Go! Leave our kingdom! It'll be too soon if you never return," Arwen shouts. She runs down the corridor and leaves Eowyn in a loiter.
"What have I done?" Eowyn gasps.
Characters: Eowyn and Arwen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the characters. The only thing I own is the plot.
MY notes: This is my first ever written slash. So, be easy on me! Beta'd by veuki
Eowyn glances over at Aragorn. Their eyes meet.
"Good afternoon, my king," she speaks slowly as she approaches him. Aragorn stands as if to embrace Eowyn, but one glance at Arwen stops him. Instead, he pulls a chair out for her.
"Greetings to you as well, dear Eowyn." The words slipped from Arwen's tongue before she could think of the consequences.
"I was uncertain of whether to greet you or not, as I am unsure if we are on good terms or not." Eowyn smirked. Aragorn bore a befuddled expression on his rugged face.
"Excuse us, dear. May I have a word with you, Eowyn?" Arwen rises, walking out into the corridor and scaling the slight rise. Eowyn follows. The candles flicker as they pass them. "We agreed to forget."
" You agreed. I decided to lay back and watch you manipulate him." Eowyn says with an unreadable emotion in her eyes.
"Where, pray tell, did you get the manipulate part from?"
"Would you call this game?"
"This is not a game."
"The what is it?" Eowyn takes a step forward. Arwen trembles, backs up until she comes in contact with the stone wall. Eowyn advances until she is only a foot away from the Elven beauty.
"I refuse to participate in this forray into your sexual orientation." Arwen's spine straightens, pressed against the wall. Eowyn steps forward again.
"I don't think I'm the only one confused." Eowyn slowly runs her right hand up across Arwen's delicate sliver of hipbone, up the jutting curve of her side. She cups Arwen's breast, feeling the nipple through the thin cloth. Eowyn slowly massages Arwen's soft skin, bringing her nipple to pebbled hardness. She slides her other hand around her fragile ribcage, clasping her buttocks.
"No... please stop," Arwen pleads, arching against her will. She opens her eyes to find Eowyn's devious gaze focused on her. Eowyn slowly moves her head forward and kisses Arwen's lips. She pulls back, then moves to capture her mouth again. As Eowyn brushes her tongue smoothly across Arwen's lips, they part. Over and over again, tongues and hands fight each other to gain the better of the embrace. Arwen suddenly pushes Eowyn away. "This is but a miniscule problem. It must not bring a misalliance between Aragorn and myself. Go! Leave our kingdom! It'll be too soon if you never return," Arwen shouts. She runs down the corridor and leaves Eowyn in a loiter.
"What have I done?" Eowyn gasps.