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Title: The secret garden
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction. The wonderful elf and human belong to Tolkien. I have no clue if Christmas is known in middle-earth and all of this is made up.
Beta read by: The wonderful, awesome, and lovely

sylvanelfqueen
Warnings: M/M sex, slight hint of MPREG
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A/N: This story is dedicated to all the nice people supporting and encouraging me and reading my stories. There will be a short part each day until christmas ;)

Special thanks to:

My mother Thanks for having faith in me, thanks for always helping me out and for letting me live my dreams.
Squeak Thank you for everything. You were the one helping Waking Nightmare out of the cupboard and finally brought me back to my passion: writing. Thank you for your encouragement. You make me go on, honestly *hug* I wouldn’t know what to do without you.

When the elf parted his lips his tongue slid into the hot cavern awaiting him. Aragorn moaned lightly when his tongue met its counterpart. Legolas was unsure what to do but responded lightly. Their tongues entangled and within seconds the kiss grew more passionate and hungry.

Aragorn’s hands pushed Legolas’ tunic up, revealing more skin he was eager to discover. His fingers ran smoothly over the silken skin, his thumb stroking over Legolas’ right nipple. The round, dark teat hardened and another moan left the delicate mouth of the blonde. He seemed restlessly under the man’s body, hand’s still on the other shoulders. Aragorn could feel Legolas’ growing erection and silently smiled to himself. This wasn’t only about the pleasure of flesh; this was about love and worship.

He broke the kiss only to pull Legolas’ tunic over the elf’s head. A warm smile formed in his face when he saw the half-lidded depths of blue gazing up at him. Legolas’ lips were slightly red from kissing, cheeks flushed, and his blond hair spread out on the blanked, completing the picture. Aragorn thought that it was the most beautiful view he had ever seen. Well, maybe not. He longed to see his innocent elf lost in the waves of passion and lust, to hear him when he climaxed.

That thought alone reminded him of the aching hardness in his breeches. He knew that the elf would be too shy so he took off his own shirt in haste and cast it aside. Aragorn’s hot lips were back on the other skin seconds later, tasting the sweetness of his beloved, inhaling his unique scent.

TBC