Bring me to life

Chapter 16

  Kreshen was quietly drawing when a smiling servant entered the room, delivering a big bunch of perfumed red roses.

The girl stood up, smelling the wonderful scent and noticing a small note.

Boromir was the sender of those flowers. He asked her to put on the finest gown, and catch him in a little hall where they had dined together.

Curious and surprised by his behaviour, Kreshen settled the roses in a glass, putting them on the table, and then she opened the closet to search for a dress.

After some reflection, undecided on which one she had to choose, the girl sighed deeply.

It was just then that her eyes met a magnificent grey dress in a corner of the closet.

Leaning to take it, Kreshen observed it with a smile. It was perfect.

The fine grey silk was perfectly entwined with golden rope. It was a dress worthy of a queen.

Seeing herself in the mirror, the girl almost didn’t recognize the gorgeous female who was wearing it.

Her shoulders were bare, and a keen eye could even see a hint of her shapely breasts. Boromir would like it.

A half hour later, Kreshen entered the little hall, looking around for Boromir.

"I was hoping that this lovely maiden would have accepted my invitation." his voice said softly from behind her, noble grey eyes blazing when she turned around and they met the blue of hers. He was wearing a black tunic and a vest of the same color, with the emblem of Gondor embroidered in silver in the middle of his chest. It was clear that there was something special going on that night.

He bowed reverently, a bright smile on his lips, and then neared Kreshen to take her hand into his and bring it to his mouth to kiss it tenderly, all the while looking straight into her eyes.

A bright smile appeared on Kreshen lips at that sight. He was quite gorgeous.

Her eyes roamed all over his features, and she felt something stir deep inside of her. She was proud of him, she loved him more than her own life. And sometimes she even wondered why that noble and fair creature had chosen her.

"What’s going on?" she asked softly then, gently squeezing his hand into hers.

"Do you mind a romantic dinner, love?" he chuckled, leading her to the small table arranged near the balcony and carefully laid out. He had asked personally to have it placed there, so that they could relish the breathtaking sight of the sun settling behind the mountains and showering the white city with its last, warm rays. He never tired of that show, and hoped that she would appreciate it as well.

When Kreshen sat down he settled her chair in place and remained behind her for some moments, rummaging into a pocket of his tunic. Just when she was about to turn around to look at him he ducked his head, placing a quick kiss on her cheek to distract her, and wound a fine mithril necklace with a white stone attached to it around her delicate neck.

Outside of the window the sun was slowly fading, as if he was reluctant to leave the beautiful landscape.

In a corner it was possible to see the white tower, shining with the last sunrays, as the white stone was shining at Kreshen’s neck.

The girl had raised one hand to touch it, gently caressing the fine marquetry of the precious with trembling fingers.

It was a dream. It was too beautiful, too perfect to be true.

Slowly, she turned to look at her beloved Boromir, stunned.

"Why?"

He said nothing but circled the chair, and took her hand again to caress and hold it in his larger one as he kneeled in front of her.

"Because I want you to be my wife." he said softly, their gazes still locked. "I want to marry you, Kreshen."

A single tear rolled down her cheek, for the girl was too shocked to control her emotions in that precise moment. She just remained there, looking at him, trying to register the fact that it was really happening.

Her slightly trembling hand touched his cheek, brushing away a lock of mutinous hair that hung on his forehead.

Then, slowly, a little smile appeared on her face, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yes, Boromir… there’s nothing I want more" she whispered between happy tears. "Yes, yes, yes."

"I love you" he whispered back, almost overwhelmed by emotions, closing his eyes as he returned the embrace and wound his arms around her waist. "I love you, I love you, I love you.." was all he seemed able to say, or at least whisper on the verge of tears. And that alone, he realized, was all he needed to make his life worth living.

"I love you, too" she whispered, gently caressing his back, the smile still fixed on her face.

"I’ll never leave your side. I’ll be faithful, and I’ll always try and relax you. I will be your peaceful spot, where you will seek comfort and love. I will always support your decisions. For I love you, Boromir. I’ve never loved anyone else with that intensity. I would give my life if it would be required to save yours…I love you".

"There will be no need" he said softly, drawing back so that he could look at the beloved face and frame it gently with his hands. "And I will do anything to make you happy, Kreshen, anything, you have but to ask. I want to marry you as soon as possible, love."

" I would marry you even tomorrow" she smiled, resting her forehead on his.

"Just tell me the day, and I’ll be there. Ready to start a new life with you".

Boromir said nothing, but the look in his eyes was worth a thousand words. Still holding her face and caressing her cheeks he stretched out to reach her lips and kiss her tenderly, paying no attention at all to the servants who were waiting on the doorframe to serve their dinner.

The smiling girl eagerly responded to that kiss, matching perfectly his tenderness, gently stroking his neck and hair, her eyes closed.

This was possibly one of the most beautiful moments of all her life. And she was to be Boromir’s wife.

It was almost unbelievable.

Only when they parted he flashed a quick glance at the door, and grinned. "I would say.. let us eat while I'm still able to restrain myself.. because you can't even imagine how much I want you right now.."

Grinning back, the girl nodded, helping him to his feet and hailing to the servants, who immediately carried large trays full of tasty food.

But Kreshen didn’t pay too much attention to the food. She was way more interested in Boromir’s foot that was gently caressing her own.

Boldly, she slowly started to caress his calf, noticing with a grin that Boromir had stopped his chewing. Pretending that everything was normal, she just continued to play with the food in her plate, while her foot raised even more.

Boromir inhaled a deep breath, struggling to keep a straight face and just continue to eat, flashing quick glances at her now and then. All his resolve failed when she eventually reached his inner thigh, though. He put his fork down abruptly, the food forgotten, and his right hand reached for her foot underneath the table, holding it still as stormy grey eyes met blue ones.

"Ain't wise to tease me like this." he murmured, a hint of a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I could seek revenge, you know. Or I could even clear the table by laying you on it, and make love to you right here and now."

"It wouldn’t be so bad" she murmured back, smiling mischievously and looking straight into his eyes.

"And I’m sure that the servants would find it very interesting. Even your father could come and join them…But…in the meanwhile… let me tease you… for I love to see you struggling for control…"

"Oh, do you?" Boromir smirked, letting go of her foot at the same time, and widening his legs. "Go right ahead then, I dare you. You will suffer the consequences later, in any case."

Grinning, the girl continued her ministrations, gently caressing his most sensitive spot, trying to hide the fact that the whole situation was exciting her.

Just when she noticed that Boromir was maybe too relaxed, for he liked too much her caresses, the girl retreated her foot, putting on her shoes and continuing to eat, without looking at him.

"Why by the Valar did you stop now?" he complained, rolling his eyes playfully. "I fear I'll have to drag you in our room.. of course you're not hungry, are you?"

"Mmmh…" she murmured wickedly, chewing pensively a piece of meat.

"I’m starving. But if you want you can go there, I’ll catch up later".

"I am not going anywhere without you. I'll wait." he replied decidedly, his foot making its way to reach hers, and then sliding up to stroke her calf despite he was wearing his boots.

"At least I'll try."

"Hold your foot" she just said, continuing her eating.

"You are wearing boots. And…did I tell you that I’m not wearing any underwear?"

Kreshen grinned at the expression on his face and at the lust that was now clear in his eyes, and decided to show him mercy.

"All right. I think I’ve eaten enough. Come on, let’s go back to our room" she smiled, standing up and waiting for him.

Without a word Boromir took her hand, dragging her hurriedly out of the hall and then along the wide corridor that led to the main exit. Once outside they rushed across the courtyard and in the Tower, followed by the guards' puzzled looks.

When they finally arrived at their bedchamber he locked the door straightaway and pinned Kreshen against it, his massive body clinging to hers.

"So.. no underwear, you say?" he murmured wickedly against her lips, while lifting up her dress to expose her shapely legs and further.

"No" she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck, to sustain herself.

Infact when Boromir started to caress her, she closed her eyes in sheer pleasure, feeling her knees weak.

The familiar heat pervaded her body, and she did nothing to hide it, softly moaning against his ear when his hand touched a particularly sensitive spot.

"You are addictive" he whispered in between ragged breaths, claiming her mouth to kiss her roughly a moment later. He didn't stop his ministrations, though, one hand still settled in between her legs to stroke and tease her enthusiastically, while the other was fumbling to unfasten his leggings.

Kreshen didn’t stand back, and as soon as his groin was free from the garment, standing erect and proud against her belly, she grasped it non too gently, beginning to stroke it and setting a quick pace, knowing all too well that it was what Boromir needed at the moment.

At that unexpected assault a startled sound, something between a gasp and a moan, escaped Boromir's lips. Soon his head fell back, helpless shudders and louder moans following the first, his hand matching the intensity of her movements.

"I-I can’t bear it Boromir" she managed to whisper a moment later, between pants and moans.

"Show me mercy… I want you inside of me…I want you so badly…"

At those words he placed his free hand over Kreshen's in order to stop her, and also the other hand halted abruptly.

"I wasn't planning to show you any mercy this night" he whispered wickedly, "Not after all the teasing down in the hall anyway."

Said that he retreated both hands, shifting to cup her buttocks and literally lifting her from the ground, her long legs wrapping around his waist.

"Say please now." he grinned, leaning to nibble and lick her neck.

"No" she stubbornly replied, shifting to avoid the contact with his mouth. She knew that she was acting too proudly again, but it was a game. And Boromir knew all too well that she could be very wicked sometimes.

"I can live even without it. So let me go. I want to sleep".

"Oh, no you don't." he replied, struggling to catch her mouth and kiss her, though she was avoiding him on purpose. "Shall I let you go?"

"I will not beg you" she warned him."So if you want me to, you can even let me go…"

"I will never, ever let you go." he whispered, smiling wickedly. "And I don't want you to beg. I just want you to feel."

Said that, and without any further ado, he closed his lips over hers and thrust his hips forward, moaning helplessly into her mouth and tightening the hold on her backside as he pushed himself inside.

In an attempt to hold a loud moan, Kreshen nibbled at his lower lip, spilling some drops of blood, her eyes closed and her nails raking onto his shoulders.

The friction was unbearable, and the little bickering they had just had, added even more excitement to the whole thing. The girl was feeling somewhat wild in her passion, and balancing her weight onto his shoulders, she started to thrust her hips up and down his shaft, setting a quick and forced pace from the beginning.

Though he wasn't expecting such a passionate outburst, Boromir certainly didn't back down. He matched her pace straightaway, thrusting his hips almost wildly against hers and kissing her all the while, tasting his own blood on her lips. Soon, too soon, he started to shudder and twitch helplessly, his moans growing more and more heated and louder, despite all his efforts to hold them back.

A few good thrusts later, Kreshen was sent over the edge, biting his right shoulder to avoid screaming out loudly, her body tensing and arching against Boromir’s chest, her nails digging into his flesh.

It was something she had never dared to think about it, and now, with her man, she had become like a wild tiger, hungry for sex and strong emotion.

Boromir's grip tightened further, his shudders increased abruptly. He had to bite back the urge to cry out when mere seconds later he came to release with a final, fierce thrust, his knees threatening to give away due to the overwhelming storm of emotions and the effort. Afterwards he remained still, panting hard and still shaking helplessly, resting his forehead on his lover's shoulder.

When she had somewhat recovered, Kreshen raised her head, sighing deeply.

And then she saw the little streaks of blood on Boromir’s tunic, remembering with wide eyes what she had done. Her trembling fingers brushed away some liquid from her lips. Blood. She fixed it with horror, suddenly aware that she had hurt him.

"Oh, Valar…" she murmured, not daring to look into his eyes.

"Boromir…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry. Put me down, let me take care of you… please…"

He complied, lowering her until her feet reached the ground and then letting go of her buttocks. Just then he raised his head to look at her. He knew that some blood was still trickling from the split on his lip, he was well aware of it, he could feel it dripping down to his chin, but he did not care. He was just awfully in love with his Kreshen, and indeed amazed by that side of her that he'd never known before.

"Kiss me."

"Aren’t you mad at me?" she asked, indeed puzzled by his behaviour.

But there was no need of an answer. It was clearly written in his eyes.

Still feeling upset, she just reached his lower lip with one finger, gently brushing aside a drop of blood, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Boromir turned his head enough to be able to kiss her fully, framing her flushed face with both hands. When he drew back he hinted a smile, and dragged her closer with the utmost gentleness to lick away the blood from her lips.

"I love you."

"I love you, too" she whispered. "That’s why I’m ashamed of myself. Now come here and let me take care of you".

Without another word she let him sit on the couch, setting in place her dress and exited the room.

A moment later she had returned with a basin full of hot water, some pieces of cloth, and a small bottle with a disinfectant liquid inside.

"You don't have to. 'Tis but a cut" Boromir protested, folding his arms and shaking his head. "There is no need to.. do all that fuss. It'll heal by itself."

He was a warrior, by the Valar.

"I’ve scratched your shoulders" she just said, putting down the basin and wetting the cloth.
"Take your tunic off".

Seeing that he wasn’t willing to let her heal his scratches, Kreshen kneeled in front of him, taking his hands into hers.

"Boromir… let me take care of you. I-I need it. I don’t know what came into me and…I’m feeling terribly guilty and ashamed…"

"But.. but why?"

He seemed truly bewildered by her words, as if what had happened was the most usual of things. There was no need to apologize. On her part, indeed she looked quite shattered and sorry, and he couldn't help but squeeze her hands into his to try and calm her down.

"Kreshen, I.. it was wonderful, I loved every single moment of it. I loved it. So why do you say that?"

"I’ve hurt you" she simply stated. "And I hate even to think about it… You’re the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me and…I’ve hurt you…"

Then without any further ado, she gently brushed the wet cloth onto the cut on his lower lip, looking worried as it became dark with the blood.

"What a mess I’ve done" she murmured mortified after a while. "And on the evening in which you asked me to marry you… how stupid I am…"

Shaking his head Boromir stopped her, and took her hand into his again. "I want to marry you even more than before. And I love you even more than before, be it possible." he said softly, "Please. Believe me if I say that there is no need to apologize."

Nodding, the girl smiled bitterly, resuming her healing.

Once finished, she sat at his side, sighing softly and looking at the wide fireplace, still feeling guilty and upset more than ever.

"I can't wait to marry you.. do you know that?" Boromir murmured dreamily after a while, gathering her into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Even if you are violent, merciless and wild.. hurt me terribly." he whined then, flashing a sidelong glance to his beloved when he felt her raise her head to look at him. It was just too much for him. He suddenly burst into a deep, thoaty laugh, so typically Boromir, and literally crushed Kreshen into his strong arms.

"I love you. You can't even imagine how much."

"I love you too" she finally smiled, leaning into his arms and inhaling his strong scent.

"I’ve never acted like that. Do you believe me?"

"Well, I'm glad you did tonight." he said with a soft smile, and kissed her forehead. "It's good to let go once in a while, now isn't it?"

"Yes, it’s good, but I didn’t want to hurt you…" she murmured again, sighing softly and raising her head to look straight into those piercing gray eyes she loved so much.

"Don’t you want to get some sleep? I could massage your back, what do you think?"

"Mmmh I think it would be a dream" he chuckled, standing up and taking her in his arms to take her to bed, and then laying her on the soft mattress.

"Unless you think you could take a second.. game, of course."

"Oh I could well take it" she grinned, quietly unlacing her dress and tossing it away.

"But…gentler this time. And.. you’ll do all the work, I’m too tired for that!"

"Your wish is my command, my lady." Boromir replied, bowing playfully and then starting to unbutton his tunic, grey eyes eagerly following her every move. Once finished with said garment he kicked away the boots and slid his leggings down, smirking when he saw her gaze roam over his chest and further down.

Kreshen was indeed surprised to see him ready again, but she smiled wickedly when her eyes met his grey ones.

"You’ve got an incredible stamina milord" she grinned. "And I just can say that I’m more than pleased to see it… you can be sure of that…"

Boromir grinned back at the remark, and climbed on the bed to lay at her side.

"Are you?" he whispered, embracing her again and ducking his head to kiss her neck, gently and unhurriedly this time.

"Yes" she whispered back, turning on her side to look at him, gently caressing his hair, and slowly moving her hand down onto his strong and powerful chest, reveling into the tenderness of the moment.

Without stopping his kissing he started to stroke her back in return, his eyes closed, until he lifted his head again to brush his lips against hers, smiling.

"What is that I have done to deserve such a precious gift?"

"I don’t know… maybe the same thing I did to deserve you…" she whispered, cupping his face with her hands and kissing him with the outmost tenderness.

"I love you…"

"I love you too, little one. Terribly."