[ ... Would his mother dare to help? She certainly wouldn't approve... Gimli was lost in thought over this with a mild look of horror and sadness. But soon brought himself out of it and smiled. ]
We shall worry about that in time.
[ He dampened a washcloth and nodded at her shirt. ]
[She pulls her shirt off over her head, then then undoes the necklace, carefully laying it aside. Her skin might be liberally freckle-dusted under her various tattoos, but it's still as smooth as cream, and her breasts still full and ripe, even after all her children.]
[ Now that is definitely a good distraction from any thoughts of his mother, father, and their shared disapproval. Gimli blushes as he's stared. She is not the first lady he has laid eyes upon but she... She was one of the most beautiful. ]
We tend to our lovers as a sign of affection. Grooming.
[ He pointed for emphasis, distracting himself away from her beauty with lessons of the dwarrow. ]
Very important.
[ And now he would begin to wipe her clean. First at the face. Gentle as always. Nearly too gentle for a dwarf. ]
[She sits patiently as he wipes away the soot and grime from her face, her skin a glowing pink underneath. Her lips part a little as a few stray drops of cool water escape to fall on her chest.]
[ All elves are beautiful. In his opinion she is pretty. A soft sort of glowing beauty that shows youth and joy. There is more, far more, in her eyes. Sorrow and worse buried far back in the glint of her eyes. But tonight is different and his heart is full with her beauty.
Gimli leans in to press another sweet kiss to her now clean cheek. And another where her neck is clean as soon as it is so. ]
Do you have customs such as this?
[ He wants nothing more than to please her, to make her happy. ]
[She lightly brushes kisses against his brow in return.]
Not so formal as this, but... We will often braid each other's hair. It's not as much a part of our weddings. For those, we begin with a meal to be shared with our families and loved ones. Then, vows and rings are exchanged, the Valar invoked. The parents give their blessings, and the mother of the bride presents the groom with a token while the father of the groom does the same for the bride. Then the couple retires to their chambers and achieve the marriage. That is how a proper Elven wedding is conducted.
[ Gimli pauses in his attention to her neck at the sound of braids given. The wedding sounded simple enough. The presence of parents and their blessings sounded ... complicated. IT was best not to worry over such details that night. ]
Do your braids carry meanings as ours do? That is another custom we share. [ He smiled a bright but still blushing smile. ]And I should like to decorate you in courtship.
[Well, she is certainly not lacking in hair to adorn, with that wealth of copper flowing down her back, never having been cut. She laughs softly and fingers one of her many braids.]
Well, these do not. Just practical artistry there. But... yes, some do. There are house braids, usually worn for formal court occasions. And... there are braids for war. And others
[ Now to get back to his very important task of cleaning and kissing. He moves to her collarbones next. He cleans both sides, but lingers at only one. Light kisses sure to tickle skin with his beard ... Which he may have been doing on purpose. ]
[ Now that is exactly what he'd like to hear from her. He grins against her skin and continues to kiss. His hand stays busy to clean her as he does. Something tells him he won't ever quite finish.
Especially when hand and cloth linger at her other breast to grope. ]
[She makes a soft sound of pleasure as he fondles her. She doesn't doubt for a moment that he's trying to arouse her--he had made it quite clear what his intentions were for bringing her here. Well... it's working. A flush begins to rise in her skin, her nipples stiffening under his touch.]
[ He is trusting her to give him a good smack for doing anything she does not want him to do. That was part of dwarrow courtship! The cloth is now forgotten for his bare hand. It gropes and fondles alone while his mouth travels to kiss much more sensitive skin. His tongue flicking as his lips envelop.
If he could stir her to more noises before taking off her skirt, all the better. ]
[She gasps to feel his mouth on her sensitive flesh, though it soon becomes a deep sigh of enjoyment.]
Ah... Gimli...
[Her head tips back slightly, exposing her long neck, breasts pushing into his face. Far from telling him to back off, one of her hands moves up to gently cradle the back of his head, encouraging him.]
[ Oh now if that wasn't encouragement to continue to enjoy her, he didn't know what was! He'd smile if his mouth wasn't occupied. So he continues with his work, tongue drawing circles around the sensitive flesh. His fingers mimic the same on the other with pinching and rolling. What a show she'd put on already... What more could he get out of her? ]
[Her eyes flutter shut, but her mouth remains open as he lavishes attention on her erect nipples. Though her breasts had been dry for ages--literally--she could still feel that familiar tingle of being suckled. Her skin is flushed, her breasts begin to heave as her breathing becomes heavier. Her fingers clench in his hair and throaty moans start to break upon her lips.]
Ai... yes...
[Without thinking, she rolls her hips forward, closing what little space might be between them.]
[ Gimli moans against her flesh at the attention to his own hips. She was so sensitive, so ready. Though, if she was like him and it had been such a long time since she last had any attention given...
He makes quick work of pushing her to the bed and sinking to her skirt to begin pushing up the layers and finding the real treasure. ]
[Not one to just be a passive Elfmaid, she wriggles out of her clothes, letting him see her full splendour. Her skin is perfectly smooth, aside from the assorted piercings she's collected over the years, not a hair to be found aside from her copper mane. As he pushes her into the bed, she bends her head to steal a searing kiss from him and opens her legs, inviting him to explore her.]
[ Beautiful. Every inch of her. Even without the hair or beard - above and below. He does see something in being with more experienced lovers. Her age and previous live seem to have done away with any hint of bashfulness. He does love a lass that knows how to ask for what she wants.
And he will gladly give it. After a kiss.
Now. To push her back down and let his lips taste down her thigh, let fingers trace along her bare lips. ]
[She moans throatily as he touches and kisses her. He'll find her lips already moistening, her skin very soft along her tender inner thighs. Her hands stroke through his hair, offering encouragement.]
Ah, yes... Gimli... I beg you not to stop...
[It has been so long since any man has pleasured her like this, and she has nearly forgotten how sweet it can be. It leaves her wet and wanton.]
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[ ... Would his mother dare to help? She certainly wouldn't approve... Gimli was lost in thought over this with a mild look of horror and sadness. But soon brought himself out of it and smiled. ]
We shall worry about that in time.
[ He dampened a washcloth and nodded at her shirt. ]
Off! And your necklace as well.
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It's kind of you to do this...
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We tend to our lovers as a sign of affection. Grooming.
[ He pointed for emphasis, distracting himself away from her beauty with lessons of the dwarrow. ]
Very important.
[ And now he would begin to wipe her clean. First at the face. Gentle as always. Nearly too gentle for a dwarf. ]
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[She sits patiently as he wipes away the soot and grime from her face, her skin a glowing pink underneath. Her lips part a little as a few stray drops of cool water escape to fall on her chest.]
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Gimli leans in to press another sweet kiss to her now clean cheek. And another where her neck is clean as soon as it is so. ]
Do you have customs such as this?
[ He wants nothing more than to please her, to make her happy. ]
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Not so formal as this, but... We will often braid each other's hair. It's not as much a part of our weddings. For those, we begin with a meal to be shared with our families and loved ones. Then, vows and rings are exchanged, the Valar invoked. The parents give their blessings, and the mother of the bride presents the groom with a token while the father of the groom does the same for the bride. Then the couple retires to their chambers and achieve the marriage. That is how a proper Elven wedding is conducted.
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Do your braids carry meanings as ours do? That is another custom we share. [ He smiled a bright but still blushing smile. ]And I should like to decorate you in courtship.
[ She had no beard so hair would do. ]
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Well, these do not. Just practical artistry there. But... yes, some do. There are house braids, usually worn for formal court occasions. And... there are braids for war. And others
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Then I shall braid one in the morning.
[ Now to get back to his very important task of cleaning and kissing. He moves to her collarbones next. He cleans both sides, but lingers at only one. Light kisses sure to tickle skin with his beard ... Which he may have been doing on purpose. ]
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[She laughs a little as he tickles her, and in playful retaliation, she takes one of her braids and brushes the end of it over his skin.]
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Not yet. Not until I've undone more of you.
[ So let him get to work! He's made it to her chest now, kisses still trailing where he's cleaned, down the curve of her breast. ]
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[Her lips part slightly when he touches her breast, her breath coming a little faster. It's been so long since anyone touched her like that...]
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Especially when hand and cloth linger at her other breast to grope. ]
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If he could stir her to more noises before taking off her skirt, all the better. ]
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Ah... Gimli...
[Her head tips back slightly, exposing her long neck, breasts pushing into his face. Far from telling him to back off, one of her hands moves up to gently cradle the back of his head, encouraging him.]
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Ai... yes...
[Without thinking, she rolls her hips forward, closing what little space might be between them.]
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He makes quick work of pushing her to the bed and sinking to her skirt to begin pushing up the layers and finding the real treasure. ]
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And he will gladly give it. After a kiss.
Now. To push her back down and let his lips taste down her thigh, let fingers trace along her bare lips. ]
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Ah, yes... Gimli... I beg you not to stop...
[It has been so long since any man has pleasured her like this, and she has nearly forgotten how sweet it can be. It leaves her wet and wanton.]