Rúmil had finally had enough. For too long had Lindir given him the
slip, denied his subtle advances, but no longer. He knew that Lindir felt
the same way that he did and Rúmil would bring the chase to an end right
now. Stalking into Lindir's chambers without knocking, he shut and bolted
the door before walking into Lindir's bedchamber.
Lindir turned when he heard the door open and looked wide-eyed at the
Marchwarden who stood just inside his bedchamber. As they stared into each
other's eyes, Lindir started to smile on the inside, `finally Rúmil was
going to take control.' But deciding to still play hard to get, he
demanded, "Rúmil, what are you doing here?"
Rúmil narrowed his eyes, not missing the hint of a smile in those
aquamarine eyes. Not answering him, he made his own demand, "Come here."
Lindir shivered with desire but only took a couple of small steps
forward before he stopped, not able to hide his smile any longer. When
Rúmil arched a brow and said, "Closer," he moved one more step.
Rúmil had to keep himself from leaping across the chamber to Lindir,
wanting the minstrel to come to him. Closer and closer he said until
finally Lindir was standing before him and he growled, "Closer."
Lindir gave a wicked smile before he threw his arms around Rúmil's neck
and brought his head down for a passionate kiss. Finally after he
thoroughly explored the Marchwarden's mouth, he leaned back and gasped,
"Is this close enough?"
Rúmil shook his head as he swung the minstrel up into his arms and
said, "No, not nearly enough."
The End
