Lifting a fork to his mouth, Boromir saw the light change outside. Suddenly darkening, an explosion of light and noise. Rising, dropping his food into the plate, he hurried to the window. A wild wind blew his hair around his face as he struggled with shutters. Clipping them tight, he grinned at his lover.
"We'll enjoy this night, with the tempest of the Gods encouraging our lovemaking."
Aragorn chuckled,
"You're strong as a great tree in your efforts to resist my caresses, my storm-urging hands, but eventually you topple in surrender."
"Falling only to you, Aragorn, ever only to you."
Summary: Tempest of the Gods
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 100 Read: 406
Published: 02 Apr 2012 Updated: 02 Apr 2012