Loosing Brego, he unlaced his cloak, removing his sweaty tunic. The cool air smoothed his damp skin. He looked down and could see the faint bruises on his hips where those hands had gripped. Now Boromir was away to escort Legolas back to his father's kingdom. Aragorn missed his Steward already, missed his voice grumbling about the daily paperwork. His gulpings, swallowing mead, his throat working like a horse drinking.
The breeze whispered his name "Boro-mi--i-i-r", its breath licking coolness around his back, then down to his belly, It echoed Aragorn's need, deep within his heart.
Summary: Aragorn missed his Steward
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 96 Read: 306
Published: 01 Mar 2012 Updated: 01 Mar 2012