Here he was, pressed skin-to-skin against Aragorn. Even if he'd had to get soaked and freezing, it was a fine place to be.





Aragorn finally stopped shivering, and his skin was warming up. As he got warmer, though, he got more and more tense. Worried, Boromir shifted a little closer to see what was wrong--and then it became obvious.





Boromir shifted and pressed against Aragorn's back, hoping his own arousal would give the stubborn Ranger a hint. Slowly, all those tense muscles relaxed. Boromir grinned, and wrapped his arms around Aragorn. A fine place to be, very much indeed.