Title: Fluid : Continuation of Waterfalls.

Rating: Strong R…I will list it as NC-17…yes, for those of you who don’t know…I do write those too. If you don’t like these types of stories…turn back…don’t read it.

Disclaimer: Tolkien’s…not mine…never mine. No money…no gain…no infringement made.

Summary: Well…

Dedication: To Leiasky…she asked for it…she got it.

The splash of water on your skin has made it cool, sleek and appealing to the touch. Where I ached to do just this as I watched you from the trees, now I relish in the touch of your skin under my hands. So solid, so strong, the contours of your muscles are like the strongest drugged wine, they draw me to them with relentless purpose.

"Arwen..." you breathe, your breath washing my wet brow in warmth as your voice heats my soul. "I leave tomorrow."

"Yes," I answer you, lifting a hand to stop your next words. "But tomorrow is the future, my love. Tonight is the present and for us."

I lower my hand from your lips to touch at your bearded chin, to feel its rough texture; to touch at your neck and your shoulder. I know you watch me, your eyes following my actions.

"And tomorrow, tonight will be the past...something to warm you on your trek, darling," I continue, stepping closer to you...to your heat. Against the falling icy drops, you are the sun itself. I bask in you. Your hand cups under my hair, threading itself through the strands. As they draw across my skin, I shiver, but I find my shivers swallowed by you as your arm encircles my waist and draws me tight against you.

The suddenness of your hard chest, hot and yet covered with the nature borne water, against mine makes my knees weak. But I do not cling to you. My hands on your shoulders are for the pure pleasure of touching you.

"I always knew elves had stealth on their side, but I did not know that voyeurism was also a elven trait. Do you spy on all men, Arwen?" you ask, your brow arched over your deep perfect eye.

"Only on men to whom I have pledged myself," I answer, lowering my hands to pet at your blades. You arch slightly, pressing all of your length against my body.

You lower your mouth as you cup my face. Your lips cover mine, sheer silk and warmth embodied, and I slowly melt into the falling drops. The stark difference, the essence of your hot mouth and harsh beard against my skin makes me moan.

You clutch at my waist, at my hips, as though I am the only thing to hold to. My fingers curl into your skin...you, my dear, loving King of my heart, are indeed the only thing solid. Not even the rock behind us is as solid...as real as you are.

Your moan of joy as my tongue touches at your lips vibrates my mouth, my lips. I am not being kissed, love, you devour me. I groan as you pull away. My fingers are buried in your hair, my palms against your warm cheek and neck.

You chuckle. I am, truly, grasping at you now. Reaching gently, taking my hands in yours, you peel my fingers away from your skin. You lower them to your chest.

"Will you, Arwen? Will you tonight...be mine as hand-bonded under the moon?"

"I didn't intend there to be any question, darling mine. I accept it as fact. When I gave my heart to you, you became all to me...to consummate would only bless our union."

You smile, gently, wholly and turn from the falling water...leading me across the slippery rock to the bank. It is by a pool, this small island that you have chosen. In the silvery light of the moon, it looks like a white way of delight. You gallantly hold my hand, allowing me to step from the water to the shore.

I stop you before you can climb and slowly peel my almost transparent dress from my shoulders. It makes me gasp, as the cold fabric falls from my shoulders, glancing at my aroused breasts. Your eyes follow the descent of the fabric. It is a fool who would think that you have not seen a woman before, my love. I am not a fool. But that makes the awe...the love...that shines in your eyes that much more special as you watch my body as it is revealed to you. I can feel my nipples tight and aroused in the night air.

It is only the space of a breath before you are climbing out of the water, the pool, to stand in front of me. Even in the cool water, love, your body still responds...full and strong...a shade of skin darker than yours; it stands erect, water dripping off of its length.

Whether it is the knowledge of the distance, the danger that is facing us, or whether it is the knowledge that time might not be kind to either of us in its forward, unforgiving motion...