The little craft rocks, bobbing on eddies, tugged gently forward, thrust back against the current; no rudder, no guiding hand deftly leads it onward. Destination gives over to the whims of the world, nature's unplanned plan delaying, postponing even as it ushers the vessel along, bearing its senseless cargo home.
Boromir's hips rocked, pressing against Aragorn's invasion, head tugged gently backward for one rough, awkward kiss. Coupling without care, focussed only on the journey, desire caught them up in its currents before the final fall. Sensation bearing them onward, whispered prayers became promises, naming the other both heart and home.
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Summary: The currents will always carry Boromir home.
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: No
Word count: 101 Read: 766
Published: 01 Nov 2009 Updated: 01 Nov 2009