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[nerdanel_the_wise]

[OOC: This piece is being used, but it is part of Path Not Taken. As Mary Anne absorbs the power of the tarot in small ways, she sees the paths, can see the various outcomes. This is NOT Millicanon. It is a VISION, and ONLY a VISION. It is a WHAT IF only thing. Nothing more. Námo and Nerdanel IC have no knowledge of these events. They weren't there for them, technically.]


The library is large, bright, full of windows and books. There are comfortable, worn chairs and sofas scattered around the room, and half-finished books left on the tables.

Nerdanel closes the door, taking Gabriel from Mary Anne, and looks beyond her to the tall, gangly youth that looked very much like her.

"Nelyo, please take Gabriel outside? Play with him?"

Maedhros smiles, accepting his brother into his arms, and after casting an interested look at the human, slips from the room while Gabriel yammers at him about the Bar.

Nerdanel sighs, leaning against a nearby table, and looks at Mary Anne. "Welcome to my home."

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[song_tra_bong]

She sighs, breath quickening slightly.

"Beautiful."

She frames his face in her hands, lifting his head to kiss him properly before letting go.

[namo]

He shivers, his hands mapping her upper body as they kiss. When she releases his face, he abandons her breasts to brush his lips down her stomach. His tongue teases her navel, teeth nipping the flesh around it before soothing it with his tongue again.

[song_tra_bong]

Her stomach shudders, breath catching in her throat.
ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me
One hand rests on his hair while the other curls in the sheets.
sulla tua bocca lo dirò

[namo]

A part of him recoils violently from what he does now. He was now the triator -- so much more than Gorlim ever could have been. But he silences and ignores that part of himself, shoving it deep into the recesses of his mind as his fingers work on her jeans.
run, desire, run
a sexual being
He drags his tongue along the skin exposed as he pulls the fabric from her, tugging boots with the pants.
run him like a blade
to and through the heart, no conscience
Námo doesn't pause, wisking her panties from her next, laying her bare to him, but he doesn't let his eyes travel or linger. His body blankets hers as he kisses her again, deeply and desperately, his arms tight around her.
one motive: cater to the hollow

[song_tra_bong]

Her arms twine easily around his neck.
traitorous whore he trained you well
She holds him in the kiss until her lungs burn and she has to stop. One hand slides down his spine, to just above the waistband of his pants.
when the truth is found to be lies
and all the joy within you dies
She doesn't slip her hand inside, just traces the skin at the small of his back, adding the lightest scratch of nails now and again.
don't you want somebody to love, don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love, you better find somebody to love

[namo]

His mouth moves again to her neck as he presses himself against her. It was nothing like when laying with Nerdanel -- no need to force arousal and need. His body burned, just as it had a few nights ago when he took Ruin--
screaming feed me here
fill me up again
temporarily pacify this hunger that's so cruel
--to his bed. In the back of his mind, the irony is not lost on him that the one he wanted was worlds away while the two he had never wanted had sought him out. Admittedly, Mary Anne hadn't come for this...
libido throw
dominoes of indiscretions down
He takes her hands in his and places them on the waistband, his eyes indigo as he looks down at her, panting.

No words.

He didn't want words. He didn't want speaking. But he wouldn't disrespect her by not looking at her. She was beautiful. She was wanton. She loved him as a friend, as family. And he loved her as a friend, as family.

Only now... now he needed... understanding... and...
falling all around in cycles, in circles
constantly consuming, conquering, devour...

[song_tra_bong]

"Shhhh," she whispers despite his silence.
who stole your heart, left you with a space
that no one and nothing can fill
She slides the material down over his hips, hands tracing mirrored patterns over skin. She won't say it's alright when they both know otherwise.
Who stole your heart who took it away
Knowing that without it you can't live
She leans up to kiss him instead, letting the fabric go like water through her fingers until it pools around his ankles.

[namo]

Cool skin against her warmth.

He wants warmth.

His hand goes into her hair as his body meets hers without the barrier of clothing, hissing quietly into their meeting of lips.
High tide
Inside
The air is dew
And where were you?
It was odd to bed someone without them in your mind, without their spirit touching yours as he was used to. It had been what made certain Námo couldn't completely pretend the man he slept with before was his dove. Ruin's mind and spirit were not his to touch and know, and he didn't want to know him like that.

Or her like that.

He wanted--
While I
I died
And where were you?
The Vala bites harshly where throat meets shoulder, a hand moving between their bodies to curiously touch between her thighs.

[song_tra_bong]

She cries out in shock, arching up against him while fingers scramble for purchase on hair and shoulder.
and so my lust is just convenient now
The flicker of touch elsewhere has her relaxing subtly against him. She traces up the line of his jaw, hovering close to his ear but never quite touching.

[namo]

He laps at the mark left, suckling gently as his fingers explore. Never had he been so very intimate with a woman, even his wife, and he took the opportunity now. Over damp skin, lower, into her, shivering as her fingers near his ear but don't touch.
That's all I ever wanted to be
The closer that I got
The further I could see
Lips trail over the swell of her breasts as he moves downward, a new experience in mind.

Fingers leave her as he settles between her legs, glancing up once, hesitantly, before bowing down to put his mouth against her. So very different... he thinks to himself as his tongue moves, tastes.
But when lovers change
And the night feels strange
We choose our road

[song_tra_bong]

She watches him move lower on the bed, eyes wide and dark.
I can scream as loud as your last one
She can't quite believe--"OhmyGod."--can't quite guess what he'll do next. She can't read him the way she has other lovers.
but I can't claim innocence
She likes that.

[namo]

It was new.

And for a creature who had lived for millions of years, new was good.

New was distracting.
and i hate elevator music
the way we fight
the way i'm left here silent
His tongue seeks out various spot, learns the new landscape of a new lover (one time lover). He opens his mouth wider to suck at her for a brief moment, then swipes his tongue from her opening to her clitoris, nail softly raking down her thighs.
oh these little earthquakes
here we go again
(one time lover)
these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to
rip us into pieces
(forgive me my tresspasses, dove, forgive them all)

[song_tra_bong]

She whimpers, hands twisting in the sheets.
why can't it be beautiful
lips and tongue and hands and teeth and never again is a very long time
why does there gotta be a sacrifice
Panting, she lifts one hand and rests it on his head, letting hair drift through her fingers before brushing against his ear.

[namo]

well, I can't believe
that I would keep
keep you from flying
He listens to her sounds. A certain touch that makes that strangled sound, he repeats the action. His fingers touch what his mouth doesn't, determined to know the secrets of her body, and then--
and i would cry 1000 more
if that's what it takes
to sail you home
He cries out when her fingers brush against his ear, shudders and feels his cock swell a little with the touch. The blue in his eyes is obliterated into the blackness of his pupils as he leaves her groin and kisses her, his sex rubbing against hers as his mind is left blank with only the desire to find pleasure.
I'm aware what the rules are
but you know that I will run
you know that I will follow you
And he wants to find that pleasure with her. He wants to know all she can show her that he never dared ask of Gorlim.

[song_tra_bong]

One hand locks on the back of his neck, keeping his mouth on hers while the other trails lower and there.
and in the mist there she rides
and castles are burning in my heart
Teasing brush of fingers, tracing him, finding him out before she curls her hand around him one finger at a time. Teeth rake over his lower lip in time with her first stroke.
she's been everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own

[namo]

It was unusual to have an equally aggressive partner and her boldness enflamed him. He moans, kissing her again and again, his hips moving ever so slighly.
And I need some sympathy here
And I need someone to call my own
His breath is short and his eyes hazed with his lusts, and whether he sees her or someone else is no longer in question. Who was beneath him didn't matter.
I'm standing in the light of my mistakes
And begging you, 'come home'

[song_tra_bong]

She takes her mouth from his, only to kiss down the line of his throat. She lingers over the pulse point, mouthing lightly at the skin with the occassional scrape of teeth.
please don't let this turn into something it's not
She twists her wrist, running her thumb up the underside. She lifts her head to hum in his ear.
I can only give you everything I've got

[namo]

He tilts his head back, exposing his throat to her eagerly. Other than his ears, his neck was one of his favourite spots to be caressed. But her humming in his ear... humming... A strangled cry as his pulses in her hand.
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
Touch and sound and that quiet vibration and that touch on him--
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
He cannot open his mouth to speak. If he does, it will be the wrong words, the wrong name, and he won't do that to her. She hadn't come here to replace. She hadn't come here for this at all. But they had it, and he couldn't talk. His voice would give the game away, and he needed the silence, needed the absolution of names unspoken.

[song_tra_bong]

She kisses down his jaw and back around to his mouth.
the point of madness at her fingertips
He breaks
my fighting falling fucking wren
Voices of reason start to fade away
I stay
She strokes harder, while her foot traces a line up the back of his calf; when she reaches his knee, she hooks her leg over his. She could watch him unravel like this but she would be lying if she said she didn't want more.

[namo]

He has moderate control over his body.

Moderate.
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
His eyes open, stare down at her.

want you is what they convey in that moment. need you... make me forget
Tears stream, down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
He bends his head, traces his tongue from the hollow of her throat to her chin.

make me forget

[song_tra_bong]

She lets her head fall back, shuddering beneath him.
your eyes, I say, your eyes may look like his
One last, lingering stroke before she lifts her hips, shifting against him, lightly guiding and oh--
but in your head, baby, I'm afraid you don't know where it is
She gasps, the sound trailing higher as she pants against his throat.

[namo]

I had a dream of you and I
A thousand stars lit up the sky
His eyes open wide with that sudden heat. Oh... so... different!
Do you ever think of me
And get lost in the memory
He shivers, thrusting experimentally, and decides that yes, he likes this, and slowly sets a rhythm. His breath shudders, his face close to hers, and balances effortlessly above her.

More than once Gorlim had said Námo's loving was graceful, like art, and the memory comes to him unbidden.
Those moments spent together
Promising forever

[song_tra_bong]

She leaves kisses like a chain around his throat. Nails and fingertips weave patterns up and down his ribs. Her hands settle eventually on his hips and she tugs him closer (deeper harder more).
don't you want somebody to love
She tilts her head to whisper in his ear, "I will not break." where you can see

[namo]

Words.
The sky is burning
A sea of flame
He looks down at her.

He needed to speak.

"I know," he murmurs.
Though your world is changing
I will be the same
But he can't say what would follow. He can't say to his current bedpartner that his previous one couldn't--didn't like anything more than what he gave to her.
The storm is breaking
Or so it seems
He was old.

He could learn a new dance step.
We're too young to reason
Too grown up to dream
Námo kisses her suddenly, hard and demanding, thrusting his hips forward sharply, letting his body dictate what it wanted.

What it needed.

[song_tra_bong]

Her cry is lost in his mouth.
we are compelled to do what we must do
She rakes her nails up his back, ducking her head to renew her attentions on his throat. Skin is mapped with lips and tongue; she spares a bite for his collarbone.
we are compelled to do what we have been forbidden