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She couldn’t stop the tears from falling, and it was only when he felt her body shake in her sobs that he stopped altogether.
Halbrand took Galadriel’s damp cheeks in his hands. “Baby, baby, baby… did I do something-”
“No… n-no… you… you didn’t it’s… it’s just…”
He let silence reign between them, patiently and carefully awaiting her answer. He didn’t prompt her to speak it, didn’t force the words to come out, just gave her the time she needed.
Galadriel hesitated. It hurt to use her voice. To verbalise the pain she was feeling. Pain he had brought up, but it wasn’t his fault. Halbrand had been a beacon these past few weeks, coming into her life at a most unexpected time, the universe’s way of telling her she’s ready to heal, to move on.
Or so she thought.
Halbrand’s hands on her body felt as if he were reopening the wounds the past had made, when the scars had barely begun to form. When the blood had not yet dried.
With her eyes closed, Galadriel had become lost in his touch, and like muscle memory, Celeborn came rushing back, familiar and all too easy. No one had held her since him, no one had used their lips upon her skin, or delved inside to make her bloom.
This all brought back to her what she had lost, what she thought she would have with him for the rest of her days. Celeborn was supposed to be it for her. Galadriel had been so certain of it as she’d walked gracefully down that aisle to meet him as his wife.
But every step closer to him sent him a step further away. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t be with her and be okay. His demons were too strong, rooted too deeply, their claws in his bones.
He didn’t want them to get her too.
But Galadriel let them.
Her pain at losing him, she was possessed by a heartbreak she could not break free of.
And then Halbrand came along.
Halbrand who did everything for her that Celeborn could do no longer. He made her smile, put her at ease, hugged her just right, and gave her solitude when she asked for it. Though she had delayed their gratification, the consummation of their new love. Ignoring the why, not willing to face it, not wanting to upset him, or herself.
But in a moment of weakness, Galadriel let him in, gave in to his touch, that part of her need for him that was desperate to be sated. His tall lean body, covering her against her bedroom door, the scent of his sweat and sandalwood cologne filling her nostrils, the way he licked his lips and let his eyes darken as he gazed down at her.
It was too much.
It was all begging her to let him in.
And now she was sobbing, finally having to face her trauma. Letting him in was more complicated than she wanted it to be.
But Galadriel knew that losing Halbrand now would be so much worse, and the spiral that would follow… she might never escape.
Taking his hand gently, she opened the door behind them, leading him over to her bed. They sat together closely, her hand still linked with his, clinging tightly, as if she were afraid he would run.
He noticed.
Halbrand moved his free hand to cover hers. “If you’re not ready to… I’m still falling in love with you, Galadriel. We have so much time. I can just hold you for now, if you like?”
Her tears slowed as she found the strength to speak. “No, I want this, Halbrand, Eru I do. It’s just…” She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, she could already feel herself falling off of it, the air leaving her lungs, her stomach lifting high within her. She steadied herself and embraced it. She pushed herself off because Halbrand was going to catch her.
“I haven’t been with anyone since my ex. We had a very… deep and intense relationship. We were together for so long, I had forgotten what it was like to be close like this with anyone else. So you touching me… in all the ways I want you to touch me… it brought him back.”
Galadriel desperately studied his face, watching and waiting for any sign he might abandon their ship. Expecting as much. Terrified that what she said meant she still loved Celeborn, that she wanted him back. But that is not what she was saying at all.
Though her fear did not infect him, did not pass from her hands and seep into his skin. His eyes did not turn away from her, his concern for her wellbeing did not fade. In fact Halbrand matched the tight grip of her hands now, a sign of reassurance. His hazel eyes warm and watering.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner—”
“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. Nothing. I’ve got you, okay? I can help heal these wounds… if you’ll let me?”
She nodded her head emphatically, as tears of relief now spilled from her eyes. Halbrand let go of her, only to raise a gentle touch to her face, brushing the tears away, her hair behind her ear. He spoke softly, “Close your eyes. Listen to my voice.” Galadriel kissed the palm of his hand quickly before letting her lids shut.
“Feel my hand against your skin… feel it replace his touch… feel me… erase it.”
Galadriel breathed in deep as he caressed her, her mind following the sensation of his finger tips along her cheek, her jaw, down her neck, her shoulder, her arm… he was almost remapping her, drawing, tracing her anew. Finding a stillness in herself, she realised just how different Halbrand’s touch was to Celeborn’s. How his skin was a little rougher, coarser due to his metalwork, how he was less demanding - it felt like he was giving her something. With Celeborn, it had felt like his hands were taking something away, intentional or not. Like he was trying to pull a part of her to steal for himself. But Halbrand… all he was trying to do was give her some of him, ease her spirit, make her feel loved.
It wasn’t about his pleasure. It was all about her own.
Galadriel let out that deep breath, along with so much sorrow inside her soul. The healing was beginning.
Halbrand pulled her hand to his chest, and through his flannel, through his skin, she could feel the essence of him.
“Feel my heartbeat, Galadriel. Hear it. That steady comforting rhythm. Let it drown his out. Let your own heart fall into time with mine.”
She couldn’t help but smile, and she heard him snicker a little at the sight of it. “That’s it, baby. It’s me, it’s just me now. I’m here. Constant.” Galadriel loved feeling his heart thump away, she lost herself to its beating so quickly and so thoroughly now that she couldn’t remember Celeborn’s if she tried. Like when you’re trying to think of a different song while another one is playing. And him, this new song, this was her new favourite melody.
Eyes still closed, Galadriel felt Halbrand shift on the mattress, and suddenly his breath tickled her face. She felt his nose brush with her own, a soft and loving motion. Her head moved along with his, as their lips chased each other, ghosting that threat of a kiss. Halbrand was drawing it all out, letting Galadriel live in the moment before their mouths met, that sweet and torturous magnetic pull, the thrill of the anticipation before everything became lost in the tenderest, most simple expression of love itself.
His hand came to rest holding her head, thumb on her cheek, fingers threaded through her hair, a loving possession, soothing and yet stirring that desire she had kept so deep. “Galadriel… I’m going to kiss you now. I’m going to kiss you in such a way that you will only know, or have only ever known my lips. No other taste but mine on your tongue. No other mouth receiving yours with such care. This is me. Halbrand. From now until the end of time.”
Galadriel gasped with a trembling lip as his words fell down her throat, taking them directly to her heart, her soul. The thought of opening her eyes to see his face, to witness this display of love, it vanished as soon as it appeared. Celeborn was gone, erased before the beginning of any kiss. She didn’t need to open her eyes, she could see Halbrand so clearly. He was all she could see. All she knew. His voice painted the picture, and what little touches he was already making, only a different kind of brush on the canvas of him.
Halbrand’s hazel eyes were so warm as he looked at her, taking her in so closely. Galadriel could count in her mind the faint freckles that dotted his skin, her favourite constellation. She reached up and felt his soft stubble, and eyes still shut, saw herself touching him, saw the way he smiled with his cheeks swelling, his crows feet making their presence known. Then Galadriel ran her thumb along his bottom lip, heard his gasp at the small contact, felt it as his breath skimmed her skin, saw it as the warmth in his eyes began to darken, his eyelids falling as those irises of his touched her lips in return.
And then at last, his mouth was sealed upon her own.
It was slow, languid. A pressing of lips to lips, lips between lips, and a kiss of breath as they came up for air to consume only each other's oxygen. Galadriel could feel his fingers curl in her hair as he clung onto her, and she mimicked that touch as a sign of yes I want this, don’t let me go, I need you, I really need you, I’m sorry.
She knew she didn’t have to be sorry, but the guilt she felt at denying him her body would now not vanish until the act was complete. She was going to make it up to Halbrand at last. Already so at ease and so lost in his kiss, Galadriel was going to make every touch an apology, and every cry a thank you. Celeborn was gone, she was free now to experience what Halbrand had to give her, what she wanted him to give her. She knew the complete feeling of peace that awaited her at the end of this night. After so long… it was finally within reach.
His tongue slipped in then, and she let it, unable to stop herself from sighing at this welcome. Hers moved against his now, and their kiss deepened, the passion from each of them beginning to blossom. Halbrand tasted of the smoky whiskey he had been drinking earlier, and she savoured it, praying for drunkenness to follow. It reminded her of the night they met, at Elrond’s work function. Galadriel had been her best friend’s plus one, and the moment she spied the friendly yet reserved Halbrand, sipping of what she now tasted as he looked back at her from over the rim of his glass… it was all over.
Galadriel quickened the pace. Finding her demand, her need starting to consume her in all the ways she wanted Halbrand to consume her. She shifted her body to rest atop him, her legs astride him, and their mouths did not break any contact as she did so. Halbrand said nothing, did nothing to prevent this or question her. He knew, he could feel she was now ready, so he let her take control. He was hers to use.
She unbuttoned his flannel as quickly as she could but for her it was nowhere near fast enough. Each button felt like a lock she had to pick. Once undone, she slid the fabric off him, then slid her hands over his naked torso, committing every inch of him to memory, her eyes still shut, her lips still in a frenzy with his. Halbrand followed her lead and pulled her emerald green blouse over her head and tossed it aside. The kiss broke in the process, and in that moment of separation, Galadriel’s eyes reopened.
Taking in the beautiful being before her, she couldn’t do anything but smile. Halbrand’s shaggy hair was a little dishevelled from her hand and sweat was beading slightly upon his brow. She noticed his pulse throbbing rapidly in his throat, his chest heaving as he simultaneously caught his breath and expressed his longing to take her. Galadriel could feel that longing in his lap.
Halbrand adjusted himself so that his hands were no longer holding him up, so that they could hold her instead. He wrapped them around her ass and pulled her against him, the friction making them both shudder deliciously. Galadriel felt one of his hands unclasp her bra, sink beneath the silk and lace as it came undone, his fingers brushing it off, and they let it fall. Galadriel then finished what he began by removing it and setting it aside somewhere, likely on the floor atop his flannel.
As one of his hands covered her back, the other moved to ghost itself across her exposed skin. Galadriel twitched and twitched again when a fingertip lightly met with each nipple, already firm and ready for him. Without words, she watched as he took them one after the other into his mouth, his tongue swirling in near divinity, his warm breath igniting a fire upon her damp skin as he moved himself over her. Galadriel sang his praises as her head fell back, arching her body into him, wanting him to sink his teeth into her soul.
A prayer almost answered as he bit down on one of those peaks, causing her breath to hitch and feel the entwined sensations of pain and pleasure coarse through her veins. She looked down to see her nipple between his teeth, her mouth agape as he teasingly tugged it. Needing that whiskey again, Galadriel pulled his face to meet hers, drawing out his tongue with a swipe of hers atop his lips. She canted against him as their kiss became a lustful mess, moving her hand down to unzip his jeans so it could hold him now in the way they each needed.
His shaft was smooth, thick and throbbing. Halbrand sent a moan down her throat as she began to stroke him, running her thumb atop his weeping head, smiling into their kiss at how eager he was to fill her. But then their kiss broke again at the sudden shock of his hand disappearing into her warmth. And if the sound of his hand upon her told her anything, it was that she was just as eager to receive him.
Galadriel made the choice to roll off of Halbrand then, giving both of them the opportunity to remove what remained of their clothing, to have them be alike in vulnerability. She smiled at him as she laid beside him. Neither had hands anywhere other than at their sides, only touching each other with their eyes. Halbrand shook his head in disbelief, grinning like a mad man.
“What? What is it?” Galadriel asked him, her own smile matching his, returning his blissful energy.
“How are you real, Galadriel? How are you here? How are you mine?”
“I should ask the same of you, Halbrand. I can’t believe it myself.”
“But you’re just… you’re perfect. And somehow… you love me?”
“How could I not? I know now why I suffered. Why I struggled. It was all leading to you. Nothing has ever felt this right. In the past… I’ve been scared to say such things. 'Cause it felt like… if I did, and when I did, the universe would swoop in and take it all away. But Halbrand, of course I love you... and I am not afraid of the universe anymore. You’re it. You’re staying.”
“I’m staying. By Eru, I’m staying.” He laughed, her favourite sound. “I’m never letting you go, Galadriel Noldor.” His words drew tears of happiness from her.
“Thank you. For healing me. That weight I carried… him… I… I can’t feel it. I can only feel you.” And as if it were a request, Halbrand wrapped his hand around her head and pulled her in for a kiss. A kiss that began in love and quickly devolved back into the lust from a moment ago. His hand delved between her folds, wet and wanting, causing her to gasp. “I only ever want you to feel me. Feel this… feel… what I’m about to do to you.” Galadriel whimpered as she caught the tongue that spoke those words between her lips, sucking on it, resuming their fervent kiss. Then it was Halbrand’s turn to moan in her mouth as she grasped his length and tugged it furiously. His own whimpers now becoming such sweet music.
They gazed at each other, watching their faces surrender and let go, wanting to see so closely how their touch made each of them feel. Halbrand moved in to kiss her again but stopped short, his moan preventing him from sealing his mouth over hers, and their lips grazed each other, set parted wide in their pleasure. Noses and foreheads knocking, their heated breaths colliding, Galadriel could sense the arrival of their release and it was approaching fast. She could not count how many of his fingers pumped inside of her, only that she felt him stretch her walls, in a subconscious preparation perhaps?
Without thought, her tongue lapped at his mouth, and the second it made contact with his own, she began to fall apart, as did he. His spend made contact with her skin, running down her arm, her hand, making a mess of her sheets. So did her own as she felt a warm dampness run down her thigh, his entire hand surely not spared from it, forgetting what dryness was altogether. They both cried in relief and release as they kissed deeply at last, neither person ceasing any motions of any kind until silence fell in the bedroom.
They lay in their post bliss for some time, Halbrand suckling gently on Galadriel’s neck, her earlobe, unable to stop himself from touching her for too long. Wanting to keep giving her the feelings in life she deserved the most. When strength seemed to find a home in him again, he rose up to cover her, letting his lips linger on hers for a moment, before setting off on a journey across her sated flesh, bestowing upon it all he had to give.
All sensations of his tongue on her skin were familiar to her as he made his way down from her neck. Her breasts adored the attention, and her stomach even more. But it was below that, the place his hand had already cultivated, that had yet to feel the glory of his mouth. And as it hovered over her aching cunt, Halbrand’s eyes darted from it to Galadriel’s face.
Just his breath upon her alone threatened to undo her. “Tell me. Did Celeborn ever do this?” He asked, placing a soft kiss on her sensitive flesh. Galadriel quivered. “Yeah… he did.”
“Was he good at it?”
“Halbrand.” She chastised.
“Was he…” He swiped his tongue along her seam, causing Galadriel to breathe oh my god at the sight and sensation. “...good at it? Did you ever come on his tongue?”
“Sometimes… fuck.” Halbrand snickered at her response. “But mostly… he’d want me to come with his cock inside me.”
“And you would?” Another brushing of lips to damp skin.
“Mmm… mostly.”
“Oh Galadriel… see when you think about it for a moment… he really wasn’t all that good… was he?”
His words disappeared into her, along with his tongue. Galadriel’s head found the pillow, and the sounds of Halbrand’s ministrations found her ears. An onslaught, he used his mouth to the fullest of his ability, leaving none of her unloved. “Did he ever…” Halbrand spoke again, breathing a little heavy. “Lap at your clit until you completely fell apart?”
Galadriel moaned. “No, but–”
“Did he not understand the power of this one small yet exquisite part of you? Did you ever writhe uncontrollably, begging him to stop when you were really screaming yes?”
She moaned again, this time as a finger of his grazed her entrance. Then Halbrand looked up at her.
“Do you want to?”
He gave her no time to answer, and Galadriel watched his tongue set to work on that small yet exquisite part. “Oh… fuck…” She was clutching at the sheets in seconds, spreading her legs as wide as she could to give him better access. Halbrand wrapped an arm around one of them, and she winced in delight as his nails dug in a little. Galadriel found fascination in his tongue, like some form of hypnosis. The way it moved on her, the way he switched between just the tip of it to flattening the muscle against her, the way his saliva dripped deliciously down…
Her cunt throbbed like never before, she wanted him inside of her in some form, but the unparalleled torturous delight of only her clit receiving his undivided attention - it was completely consuming, and drawing out an all new feeling of ecstasy she had never experienced. And soon, the writhing began. First her hips bucking up into him, as she yearned to smother his face, to increase the sensation. Then her arms banging on the mattress, clinging now so hard to the sheets she expected them to not be intact by morning.
But the surprise, one he had already mentioned, was losing control of her body. Halbrand’s tongue remained solely on that now swollen bud, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure. Galadriel began to fight it, it was becoming too much, she was lost to it, fallen into an abyss she couldn’t climb out of. That he wouldn’t let her climb out of. And truly, she did not want him to, for she warred with her own body also, begging it to stay attached to his beautiful face and that expert tongue, fighting herself for control.
Halbrand laughed a little, feeling quite satisfied with his work, wrapping his other arm across her belly to hold her down, to keep her from escaping. She dared herself to look down at him again, in hopes that seeing what he was doing to her might anchor her, might keep her fixed in place. Though all it served to do was truly send her over the edge. His tongue moved its fastest now, as if he had been reserving his strength for this moment, and Galadriel was suddenly and swiftly blinded.
The noise she made sounded nothing like her. It was animalistic, primal, unhinged. A low, long cry and whine, that lasted for eternity as did her orgasm. It was a true explosion. Halbrand didn’t stop, not for a second of it, ensuring that the intensity never faltered. “Halbrand!” Somehow the noise formed his name, and it fell from her lips in desperation for him, and for what he was giving her. Galadriel could barely breathe.
“Oh Eru! Fuck!” She had never known anything in life to be like this, so totally and utterly consuming, her climax spread through every inch of her until it seeped out of her pores, until all she was, was euphoria. Galadriel now lost control of her body for a completely different reason. Coming down, she shook, trembled, and twitched, her now sopping wetness hitching up into Halbrand’s mouth, knowing the pleasure was ending, and now not wanting it at all to stop. She chased his tongue like she’d die without it.
Eventually it all ceased, and Galadriel was naught but a mess of limbs and sweat. All she could do was breathe her way through it, there was nothing else. A paralysis of sorts overtook her. That was until Halbrand pinched her clit with his teeth. The jolt was as if she’d been struck by lightning.
“You bastard!”
He only laughed, so pleased with himself, so pleased with her. “Want me to kiss it better?”
“Are you trying to kill me?” She questioned in protest, but he ignored her, sucking on that bud for a moment, causing Galadriel to whine and find alignment between her body and mind - she pushed him off of her. “No… more. You can’t surpass perfection.”
“Perfection? Me?” Halbrand teased, kissing his way back up to her lips. Galadriel sighed at her flavour upon him, delivered to her tongue by his masterful one. “You’re the perfect one.” He reminded her.
Galadriel wrapped her arms around him, his back, his head, and kissed him with all the passion she knew she possessed and more. Finding all of her untapped desires spilling out of her and into him, past the levee he had broken. It was then that Galadriel felt his second erection against her. She thought she might actually die the moment it filled her, stretching her to breaking. But by Eru was she ready for it. Impaled and sent with a smile into death’s delicious embrace.
“Oh fuck… Galadriel…” Halbrand sighed in delight as her hand grasped his length. “I was happy to wait for you to recover a little… but you’re not making that easy.” He laughed.
“I can’t wait, I don’t want to wait anymore for you, Halbrand. I need you.”
“I bet you never begged him.”
“Never.”
“Good girl.”
With that, Halbrand took control, running his tip along her extra sensitive seam. The moment it dipped slightly inside, her gasp and widened eyes commanded the rest of him to enter. Unable to resist her, Halbrand’s thick shaft slid in slowly, deeply, filling her to the brim. Now all she could do, she could do no longer, her breath vanishing into memory. Galadriel held his forehead against hers, her mouth agape and as wide as her eyes.
He fulfilled her like destiny itself. Her cunt fully and utterly reclaimed in his name. Galadriel didn’t know it could feel like this. It was total devastation in the best possible way.
It was like her first time all over again, like she’d never been fucked until now. Anything before this… Celeborn… who was Celeborn?
Halbrand cried out and Galadriel felt his body shudder a little against her. “Fuck… baby… you feel better than I could have dreamed.”
“I’m sorry I denied you for so long.”
“It’s okay.” He spoke softly, pressing his lips to hers. “You’re already making it up to me.”
In that moment Halbrand pulled himself out, only to dive right back in, somehow deeper than before. The two of them gasped in glorious unison as their union commenced at last. Galadriel clung to him helplessly as he sped up, the room alive with the sound of his hips snapping into her, their wet sexes colliding furiously.
Their tongues met in a lipless kiss with no rhythm, only passion leading them on. Halbrand soon trailed his down to her neck, lapping at her flesh, marking her with his teeth. For the first time during this exchange it felt like he was taking something from her, feeding off of her. But what was different about it, different from Celeborn, was that she wanted him to. She wanted him to have her all, devour her until there was nothing left, until she was a barren husk so used and bruised by his kiss and his cock.
Celeborn had never made her feel like this. He hadn’t known how. His burdens prevented that. But Halbrand was a beast untamed, free and wild, like a hot wind on a summers night. Surrounding her from every angle, trapping her, but giving her so gladly what she deserved.
He ceased his thrusts a moment, needing to alter the position, searching for a way to push her body further. And push he did as he sent her legs back towards her, her heels on his shoulders. Grasping her headboard for purchase, Halbrand unleashed that wildness with unyielding force. “Halbrand! Halbrand! Yes! Fuck me! Yes!” Galadriel cried as her pleasure threatened to blind her once more, not a command, but an exclamation of the truth. That this was how she was always meant to be fucked.
When her eyes weren’t back in her skull, they were roaming across his body, taking in every inch of him, as his many inches disappeared into her. The way his muscles tensed as he gripped the wood above her, his defined torso drenched in sweat, his scruffy locks damp and jerking with every thrust. The sight of his shaft moving in a magical motion, giving her all he had, how it glistened in her eye coated in her slick. All of it was the most beautiful thing she had ever witnessed, ever experienced.
His slams became harsher, more abrupt as he hit that sweetest of spots, sending fireworks through each and every vein. Galadriel was squealing. Halbrand was grinning, grunting with each contact, the slap of his balls suddenly adding an extra element of delight. She felt the aching of her cunt begin to soothe, seeing nothing but ultimate satisfaction on the horizon. This pleasure was different from before, entirely from the two previous orgasms he had bestowed upon her. Yet it had one thing in common with the last - it was swallowing her whole.
Galadriel surrendered so happily, with no care for any of it other than his unmaking of her. To let go in this moment felt so divine, the absence of control now so complete, she never wanted it back. She was more than content to lay here until the end of the world, which might have come to pass already. She wouldn’t know. Time could have sped up, slowed down, or stopped altogether as his body heaved above her.
The little death. It was coming, and by Eru did she want nothing more than to be taken by it.
“HAL-BRAND!” Her voice was nothing more than a high pitched wail as she screamed his name for any and all to hear. He bit his lip as he stared down at her, watching her come undone, her body disintegrating. “Yes, baby… come for me… feel me in every part of you… yes, Galadriel!”
He truly was in every part of her. Every little space he could find within, he was there. All traces of Celeborn so thoroughly erased, never able to return. The man had never touched her.
She was gasping, scrambling for air, but she did not want it. Seeking only Halbrand and his mouth upon hers, she kissed him hungrily, moaning loudly into him as wave after glorious wave continued to crash down upon her. She had drowned in him.
And again, just like her previous climax, Halbrand did not stop. So persistent, so eager to see her through to completion, his cock struck her at a rapid pace, ensuring her ecstasy would be the greatest she could ever receive. He had given her so much already this night, and he still was not done.
Galadriel could hear the squelching of their coupling between her cries, feel how much of her he had coaxed out and into the sheets, her ass dripping in her own spend. And now his would join it. Halbrand’s cries began a wondrous crescendo, and he let a few final slams pierce her, before he removed himself, spilling his pleasure, covering her belly, her breasts with his hot seed. Galadriel had still not come down yet, but this image threatened another return to quick death.
She loved hearing him fall apart, his groans, his sighs, the way he called her name. “You’re amazing… baby… fuck… Eru, you’re amazing!” His seed continued to land on her flesh, his orgasm much lengthier than his last. She smiled, and felt a small part of it hit her lip, which she licked without hesitation. Halbrand saw it of course. “You like that?” He grinned, starting to come down himself.
Then without a thought, Galadriel let her finger scoop up more of him that lingered on her breasts. Bringing it to her mouth she hollowed her cheeks in a savouring suck, moaning in the affirmative. She really liked that. Halbrand shuddered above her. “Fuck…” Then he leaned down to steal her mouth for himself, kissing her with a hunger for her and what was coated upon her tongue.
The pair of them were dizzy. Dizzy in their bliss, dizzy in each other. The kiss quickly reflected that, as the both of them were so sated, it fell into a languid rhythm, the last of their strength, the last for the night. Shifting their bodies, Halbrand rolled Galadriel to rest so comfortably in his arms. He was still catching his breath.
Running a hand through her hair almost absentmindedly, he wore a warm and tired grin on his face. Kissing her forehead gently he asked, “Do you feel better?”
Galadriel bit back a laugh, not wanting to spoil the tender moment. “Never better have I felt.”
“Good.” Halbrand kissed her again, and she aimed her head upward, seeking his lips. They still tasted of the remnants of her, as she no doubt tasted of the remnants of him. “I… I had no idea I could ever feel this good.”
“Well get used to it, my love. It’s all I aim to give you. For as long as you’ll have me.”
She giggled. “I can’t imagine you topping this. Not that you need to. But it is certainly something I could get used to. The withdrawals from this high… would be horrendous.”
“Oh I see. I’m just a drug to you, huh?” Halbrand teased her, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Uh huh. I don’t think I’m quite healed yet. Gonna need another dose. Again. And again. And again. So many repeats.”
“Allow me to fill your prescription, Miss Noldor.” He snickered, nuzzling into her neck, nipping at her throat. Galadriel hit him playfully across the arm. “Okay too far. Too far!” She burst into laughter as he began to tickle her ribs, causing her legs to kick into his. She looked across at him and his smile, the warm and loving way he gazed at her. She sent him the same expression back, and Halbrand could not help but stop his torturous hands and take hold of her, sweeping her into his kiss.
She had no idea she could ever feel this happy.
But it was real, and it was happening. The past was in the past, so far from her now. All that laid before Galadriel was Halbrand in the present, in the future, the two of them entwined through time.
“Come on. Let’s have a quick shower before bed.” Halbrand spoke softly against her lips. “The final act of my care for you.”
She kissed him quickly and rose up out of his arms. “That would be wonderful. And I can change the sheets.” Galadriel decided with a bashful giggle. His touch was absent, but not for long, as he soon wrapped his larger body around hers, and they waltzed together in the direction of her ensuite.
If the moment the hot water caressed her skin was bliss, then Halbrand at her back, kissing her neck with motions of love and lust, that elevated her to heaven. Galadriel’s happiness was endless, and ripe with opportunity.
She had finally found the one to heal her, to pleasure her, to care for her.
To love her.
How she deserved to be loved.