Bring me to life

Chapter 11

Boromir’s portrait was almost complete. Kreshen worked on it only when she was alone for she was well aware that it showed all of her feelings towards him.
What a big laugh would have gained if Boromir would ever find it out. But exactly to avoid that, she had hidden it into one of her drawers.
It was almost evening when someone knocked at the door, and she occulted her work before to open it.
Three dressmakers smiled at her, announcing to a wide-eyed Kreshen that the Lord Boromir had ordered a gown for her.
The girl protested, but there was nothing to do. She had to bear them until they finished measureing her body.
They also showed her the fabric on which they would work. It was one of the most soft and smooth silk she had ever touched. And it was her favourite colour. Fait pink.
Once they had finished, Kreshen was free to knock at Boromir’s door, peering inside a moment later.
“May I speak to you?”
The man instantly raised his head to look at her, and smiled.
"Of course little one, come in."
He was sitting at the large desk, bent over the map of the Westfold he was working at. A lot of details were yet missing, but he was quite satisfied with the way it was turning out. "What do you think?" he asked when the girl approached him, "Will you help me out to ink this one too?"
“You’re doing a great job” she smiled, kissing his cheek. “And of course that I’ll help you. You should know how much I like to spend my time with you”.
"Good" Boromir smiled, grabbing her waist to drag her closer. "And.. you still like to kiss me, too?"
“Sure” she whispered against his lips, closing her eyes and kissing him breathless, entwining her hands into his hair.
Matching the unexpected passion Boromir responded eagerly, urging Kreshen to sit on his lap, all the while doing his best to restrain himself and not just rip all the clothes off her. He knew that she would have drawn back soon, though, and he was also sure that she knew all too well how much he wanted her. It wasn't the affectionate and tender kind of kiss this time.
They parted in order to breath, and she looked longingly into those grey eyes she loved so much.
“I need you…” she whispered, cupping his face with her hands. “I need you…so much…”
His first, instinctive reply was another kiss, even more urgent and passionate than the previous. But then he drew back abruptly, panting softly and flushed. Reconsidering all his good intentions and deciding that no, he didn't want to make her feel used. Because in fact he wasn't meaning to use her, at all. He wanted her wholly, not just that perfect body of hers. The mere thought almost made him shiver, despite all the good intentions.
"I.. need you, too." he whispered, "Maybe too much."
“Make love to me Boromir…” she whispered back, knowing that her eyes were showing him things that she would have kept hidden. Such as love, lust, affection and happiness. And maybe even more than that.
“Please…”
Boromir had to suppress a moan, both for her words and for the intensity of her stare, but he didn't hold back this time. Most of their clothes were lost on the way to the bed in between heated kisses and urgent caresses, and by the time they lay on the soft mattress he was already aflame with desire for her, kissing and caressing each and every inch of her bare skin.
“I’ve dreamed of that…” she whispered at him, looking intensely into his eyes, while rolling on her back, dragging him with her during the process.
Then she started to sensually caress his shoulders and back, until she reached his buttocks, squeezing them gently, yet firmly, her gaze unwavering.
His response was a deep sigh, as he arched his back slightly to lean into the welcomed touch.
"I've dreamed of you.. every night" he whispered back then, sliding a hand in between their bodies in order to caress her breast, and closing his eyes when he reached the target.
I love you.
She craved to confess all of her feelings to him, but it wasn’t a good idea. At all.
Closing her eyes, she moaned softly at the touch, slowly moving herself under his massive body, to rub her sensitive spot against his shaft.
Boromir's grey eyes opened again to roam over her flushed face, eager to be a witness to her pleasure, and finding that those heavy lidded eyes and moist, slightly parted lips, still bruised from their passionate kissing, were almost enough to make him come undone in that moment.
A low moan erupted from him as he started to ground his hips against hers, matching her time perfectly. Now and then he ducked his head to lick, nibble, kiss her lips, then slide his tongue deep into her mouth, breath now coming in quick, erratic pants.
Kreshen matched his intensity, and when she felt that she couldn’t bear anymore sweet torture, she widened her legs, wrapping them around his hips, and looping her arms around his shoulders, to anchor herself.
Without stopping their kissing Boromir pushed himself inside slowly, propping himself on his arms at the sides of her head and moaning helplessly into her mouth. His thrusts were slow at first, deep and unhurried, the pace gradually increasing the more and the more he submitted to his instinct, kissing eagerly every part of her smooth skin that happened to be the closest to his mouth.
Moaning and panting, Kreshen whispered his name now and then, gripping his shoulders and nibbling at them.
 

The familiar heat was pooling into her lower belly, and she was now writhing and trembling under his body, her orgasm neared with every one of his thrusts.
Boromir, too, was very close. He was doing his best to hold back and wait for her with great effort, and what he saw when he opened his eyes almost made him climax straightaway. The expression of pure pleasure and emotion on Kreshen's features was possibly the most beautiful, breathtaking, alluring thing he'd ever seen.
He shuddered suddenly, his hands closing into fists and gripping at the sheets, the pace of his thrusts increasing even further. And as the first, fierce waves of pleasure ran through his whole body, the words slipped out of his mouth almost of their own will, in a trembling and yet heated whisper.
"I love you Kreshen, I love you.."
At his words, Kreshen’s shudders immediately ceased, and she lay there looking at him wide eyed.
Yet she had the presence to hold him tight within her arms when he collapsed on the top of her, trying to register what he had said.
It couldn’t be possible. It wasn’t true.
Maybe it had been the passionate moment, nothing more.
“Can…can you repeat it again? Please…”
"I love you" Boromir whispered again, panting, his voice slightly muffled and his face buried between her shoulder and neck. He was afraid of her reaction. Thus he didn't raise his head to look at her, nor did he say anything else. He just held her tight, unmoving, and scared beyond any reason.
Tightening the embrace, Kreshen closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the turmoil do emotions stirring inside of her.
He loved her. It was not a dream. He loved her.
And she loved him, too.
They had been two stubborn and proud, as Faramir had said. And especially blind.
“I love you too…”
Boromir's head snapped up straightaway. To look at her wide-eyed, jaw-dropped, incredulous and speechless for a moment.
"Do you?" he asked hesitantly then, "Do you.. love me?"
“Yes. I love you” she whispered, smiling, and looking straight at him.
“I was scared for…for I thought that you weren’t really interested in me…”
"Nonsense." Boromir whispered, tightening the embrace and showering her cheeks with many little kisses, smiling helplessly.
Valar, she was in love with him. He had dared not to hope, not for an instant, and yet she loved him. That was the most beautiful day of his entire life. No victory in battle could equal the overwhelming joy he was feeling.
An hour after, Kreshen was resting her head on Boromir’s solid chest, caressing it now and then.
And suddenly she remembered what had she meant to ask him.
“Why did you order a gown for me? I barely come out of those rooms…I really don’t need it…”
"Father has invited here all of his allies" Boromir smiled, "to celebrate the victory. They'll be here in a few days and.. I want you to be there, too. By my side. I thought you could use a new dress."
Raising her head to look at him, Kreshen sighed softly.
“I can’t Boromir…” she murmured sadly. “I can’t be with you, and you should know it very well. What would your father say to see you with…with one of his slaves?”
"I care not of what he would say." he replied stubbornly, his gaze steady. "He won't deny me to be your escort if I'll ask him, so do not be troubled. I'll deal with him, and I'm sure that you'll enjoy yourself."
“We should be more careful…” she sighed again. “It’s dangerous to show too much what we feel for each other. You’re the Steward's firstborn…and…you shouldn’t stay with me…you should find someone worthy of you and your rank”.
Boromir shook his head at the mere suggestion, and dipped his head to kiss her forehead affectionately.
"Who says that I shouldn't stay with you? I want to." he said softly, "I wasn't planning to take a wife anyway, but there is no one else I'd rather have by my side. I'm in love with you."
“I love you, too” she whispered, gently caressing his cheek.
“But…what do you think we should do? How should we act when we’re not alone?”
Good question. How should they act? All he knew was that his father wasn't certainly going to make it easy for them. Kreshen was but a mistress for him, and he wouldn't allow, or at least accept their bond. That was sure.
"I don't know." he sighed, resting his head on the pillow, and starting to stroke her back slowly, almost instinctively. "Let's.. just act like we used to do, at least until I'll have the chance to speak with my father about this. I would like to have his consent, even if I know that it'll be very hard to gain.."
“As you wish” was her answer.
That bond would mean trouble. For both of them.
She should have never fallen for her master’s brother, and Boromir shouldn’t have fallen for a slave.
They just weren’t meant to be.
Somewhat reluctantly, Kreshen stood up, kissing his forehead.
“I have to go now. Faramir will think something if I’ll don’t dine with him.”
Boromir nodded, and held her by grabbing her arm to kiss her one last time. He laid back again when they parted, following her with his gaze as she put on her clothes, and sighing deeply when the door closed.