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[meldamelisse]

*finds sleeping quite difficult without Sauron beside her*

*tosses and turns for a bit then eventually gives up*

*gets up and stalks over to his bedroom and proceeds to climb into bed, regardless of what he has to say about it*

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[_annatar]

*is awake fretting*

. . .

*puts an arm around you*

[_annatar]

I wonder if sunscreen might prevent that.

[meldamelisse]

So do they smell as bad as orcs?

[_annatar]

Worse. There's so much more of them to stink.

[meldamelisse]

Oooh. Lovely.

...

Do you think that the stench of underlings is what most couples talk about in bed after they've had a rather pointless dispute?

[_annatar]

Not your kind of pillow talk?

[meldamelisse]

Well, there are more enticing topics.

[_annatar]

Oh really? Such as. . .?

[meldamelisse]

*entwines her legs with yours and runs her finger down your chest*

Oh, I don't know... how fit you are for such an old man? ;P

[_annatar]

If you leave off the 'old man' part, then I think we can talk.

[meldamelisse]

My dark lord, then?

[_annatar]

That works for me...

*kisses fiercly*

[meldamelisse]

*devours your mouth as she pulls herself on top of you, hands running over your exposed skin*

[_annatar]

*has his hands under your clothing instantly, groping and squeezing as his mouth remains locked with yours*

[meldamelisse]

*eventually breaks her lips free of yours and starts licking and biting her way down your body*

[_annatar]

*groans* Fighting=make-up sex. Oh yes....