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[questionablewit]

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[takesnoshit]

"Foolish elf." The words are fond, and she embraces him again, kissing him fervently.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Your elf." He kisses her back, tangling his fingers in her hair with one hand as the other goes for her laces.

[takesnoshit]

He knows her clothing better than she does, for he designed and made all of it, and she laughs as he quickly undoes all the laces. "So much effort put into this dress, and I have worn it for so little a time." She smiles at him, their faces still only a few inches apart. "Was it worth the weeks spent in the making to see me thus, my elf?"

[grumpycatanthir]

Remembering early frustrations, the laces are designed to be easily undone and he smirks triumphantly as he peels the dress from her.

"Very much so." He purrs, eyes dark and bright. "For I also have the pleasure of removing it! "

[takesnoshit]

"You might have done that with any clothing." She tugs at his hair, undoing his braids so she may bury her hands in the long darkness of it. The purr of his voice shivers down her spine, filling her with pleasant anticipation.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Well yes. But it wouldn't be something I made just for you." He drops his head to nuzzle along her neck, pressing kisses with just the edge of teeth.

[takesnoshit]

"It would," she says, her voice low and suddenly more husky. She tilts her head back for him. "All my clothes are made by you, for I will wear no others. Not if Vairë herself wove them."

[grumpycatanthir]

He comes back to kiss her fondly.

"All of them? I shall have to get busy, I see!"

[takesnoshit]

Her mouth tugs at his, and she looks at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "Later. Just now you have other priorities."

At least, he damn well had better.

[grumpycatanthir]

"I suppose I should be concentrating on... more important things right now?"

[takesnoshit]

"You should." She slides her hands down his sides. He's disrobed her, but not herself. She seems in no hurry to amend this, however, instead enjoying the rich fabric under her fingers.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Hm, I suppose I do have a most attractive view right now." He smiles down at her, preening under her attention, and kisses her again.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth chuckles against his mouth. "You have not yet viewed much of it, for all that you have so carefully removed my clothing." Mostly removed, at least. Untied, so much of it has fallen off her to make another blanket for them to lie on. They should perhaps take more care with such finely made garments, but neither is inclined to move. She slides a hand around to his chest, to rest on his collarbone, tracing the lines there. "Do you wish to see?"

[grumpycatanthir]

"I can see plenty." He leers at her teasingly. "Hmmm, I would. Or would you prefer to see me first?"

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles again at the open lechery on his face, bemused by his playfulness. They are not usually playful, either of them, but this is an exception. Haleth shakes her head. "I would prefer you look your fill first. For once you shed your clothing, I think we are likely to become distracted."

He does look very fine in his own wedding rainment--but she thinks he will look better yet out of it.

[grumpycatanthir]

Caranthir would never have dared to be playful, in those days, but now?

"Well, when you put it that way..."

His smile is a little smug, at the thought, even as he slowly, reverently, undresses her fully, following the fall of cloth with his lips.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth, for once, lays quietly beneath him as he disrobes her. Which is not to say that she is unresponsive. Every bit of skin that is uncovered, he soon covers again with his mouth, every touch draws forth gentle sighs. She strokes at his shoulders and arms softly, whatever is nearby. There is a feeling of worship in this. There often is in the way Caranthir touches her, and that is a thing she has always marvelled at, but it is more clear now than ever.

When he has finally removed the last of her clothing, she firmly pulls him back up and takes a thorough kiss, exploring his mouth with deliberation.

[grumpycatanthir]

Caranthir comes easily when she pulls, pressing against her and kissing back.

"And will my lady now return the favor?"

[takesnoshit]

"If you will let me up, I will."

Though despite this agreement, when he does sit back she only leans up on her elbows for a moment, so he may view her in full. Her body is compact but full-figured and strong, browned by the sun, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. She smirks up at him, the picture of confidence and allurement.

[grumpycatanthir]

He chuckles and sits up, clearly admiring the sight of her as she lets him, dark eyes bright.

"Eru Haleth but you are beautiful."

[takesnoshit]

She loves his eyes, the contradiction of them, the way they shine like dark stars. Slowly Haleth sits, then kneels. She lifts a hand to his face and pulls him in for another kiss, slow and deliberate, nibbling at his mouth. It is a few minutes before she bothers to start unlacing his own robes, for she is occupied.

[grumpycatanthir]

His eyes follow her the whole time, hungry, and he leans into the kiss, teasing her with little swipes of his tongue.

[takesnoshit]

She chases after his mouth as he teases her, capturing his tongue whenever it darts away, keeping them connected. Her hands meanwhile make quick work of all his ties, and she slides the rich fabric over his shoulders, running her palms down his skin as she does it.

[grumpycatanthir]

He makes an approving noise as she slides the fabric off, shrugging his shoulders to help her along, chasing kisses the whole time.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth shifts position until she is on her knees, then brushes feather-light along his jaw, his upper neck, up to his ear. She scatters more such kisses on his earlobe, the tip, the hollow space behind.