Erestor shook
the box, grinning. “What is it?”
“Well, open
it, silly.” Glorfindel responded, chuckling. They had celebrated
Erestor’s begetting day in the Hall of Fire with their friends, and the
councilor had received many wonderful gifts, but this one he had held
back to give his husband when they were alone.
Erestor eyed
the box and shook it again, leaning back comfortably in Glorfindel’s
arms. “It is too small for a quill – and you’ve already given me one of
those. It doesn’t shake like a bottle of my favorite ink. I know!
It’s a new hairclip!”
“Not
telling. You have to open it,” Glorfindel whispered in a pointed ear
and tickled Erestor’s silky sides, laughing as his mate squirmed and
giggled.
Tinnu jumped up on the bed and meowed at his elves. Sometimes his
master and his master’s golden elf were very silly and undignified, but
that sometimes meant it was playtime. And there was something shiny
wrapped around the box his master held – and Tinnu wanted it.
Erestor
giggled at the cat, and finally untied the ribbon on the box to wave it
in front of Tinnu. Black paws grabbed the silver ribbon and scurried to
the end of the bed with it. It was a dangerous snake, but Tinnu would
save his master from it! His body was low to the bed, his tail flicked
and his hindquarters shimmied back and forth to build momentum….and then
he pounced! Killed it! Ha!
The elves
laughed at the cat’s antics, and Glorfindel drew Erestor’s naked body
closer onto his lap, all the better for his mouth to reach an exquisite
ear tip.
Erestor
shivered as a warm, moist tongue moved over his ear. “You are
definitely distracting me, my love,” he whispered.
“Hmmm…..too
bad,” Glorfindel growled low, grinning as Erestor shivered again.
“Open. The. Box.” His mouth moved to lovingly caress an alabaster
neck.
Erestor
moaned softly and stretched his neck, and his eyes fluttered shut. He
loved the feel of Glorfindel’s mouth on his neck. “Then you’d better
stop that, or I will forget all about the box.”
“Box. Open.
Now.” Glorfindel said huskily, tearing his mouth away from the luscious
neck. “Open, open, open.”
Erestor
grinned, and slowly lifted the wooden cover from the box. “Oh…Oh, my.
It’s beautiful.” He carefully lifted the brooch from the box. Two
silver rings were set together in a swirl of silver and diamonds. “Are
those…?”
“Aye, love.
They are. I never had a chance to give you a betrothal ring, but I
wanted you to have one too, so I had them made into a brooch for you.
Do you like it?”
“Oh,
Glorfindel, it’s wonderful.” Erestor threw his arms around his mate and
captured his mouth in a passionate kiss.
Tinnu looked
at his elves and sighed as only a cat can sigh. They were going to do
that “thing” again. His master’s new sparkly thing was even shinier
than his ribbon, so he gave it a pounce to make sure it was dead, then
lifting it in his mouth, carried it to the floor.
Some time
later, the sound of something being batted across the floor finally
registered in Erestor’s mind. Not that he could be bothered to find out
what Tinnu was playing with. Not when Glorfindel’s mouth was so busily
engaged on his neck again…
