Your Words on My Tongue

...wanting to have his love forget all for a few hours, all except his hands, his tongue and his will

sank to his knees before his warrior

silken bonds had him spread and bound to the bed-frame

"Did I give you leave to whine like a child?"

now he could rise to hands and knees, could meet the movement with his own urgent rhythm

So intense and sensual. I love that you allow Aragorn to give in fully and that everything Boromir does is strong and forceful yet also tender and caring. A truly wonderful story!