When Amarie opened her eyes, she hissed in pain.

Valar. Her head hurt so badly.

Rubbing her hands on her face, she looked around to see where she was. Her mind was totally blank.

Boromir. Naked and sleeping at her back, his arm possessively wrapped around her waist.

No. It couldn't be true.

She had to be drunk. Yet it had happened.

"I must go" she murmured to herself, trying to slip unnoticed out of the bed.

"I must go. I must go now...."

Boromir's arm tightened around her before she could actually go anywhere, holding her in place.

"Where?" he muttered sleepily, without opening his eyes. "Where is that you wish to go?"

"Away" she just told him. "Let go of me..."

Images of what they had done were beginning to come to her mind.

And it was panic. Even if she was struggling to control her reactions.

"I don't want to be used. I don't want to be hurt. Let me go now, I'll just go away and maybe I'll manage to forget us. You have to marry Aredhel and I'm but a maid. Oh Valar...how could I've been so stupid...."

"I will never let you go." was Boromir's quiet reply as he snuggled even closer to her, nuzzling with his face against her neck, eyes still peacefully closed. "I've told you yesterday.. I will never let you go. Drift back to sleep now, 'tis early yet."

"How can you be so quiet?" Amarie then asked him, wide eyed, turning to look at his face.

"How can you? You're engaged and... and we made love last night! Does it sound normal to you? Or are you planning to... treat me as Aranel?"

Boromir's grey eyes opened to return the stare then.

"I am planning to keep you by my side," he said softly, hinting a smile. "if you want to stay. And.. yes I know we made love, I can remember it very clearly. I've never made love to Aranel, not one time. So what does the statement suggest to you, my dearest one?"

"I-I don't know" she said softly, finally bringing her hand to his face to caress his cheek.

"Tell it...tell it to me... What...what do you mean by that? W--why don't you tell me?"

"Well.. I mean that.. we've had maybe a little too much wine yesterday night." he said with a huge grin, chuckling when he saw the disappointed expression that had made its appearance on Amarie's face at the sentence. He gathered her into his arms then, leaning to kiss the tip of her nose in a tender gesture.

"I mean that I'm in love with you."

"You--are..." was all she managed to whisper, too astonished to even think clearly.

He loved her.

The man she had dreamed about for months had confessed his love for her. And it was real.

She had tried to suffocate her feelings for him, thinking that he would have never returned them, yet they had made love.

"I..I love you, too...I love you Boromir...I love you" she smiled brightly, looping her arms around his neck and giving him a quick peck on his lips.

Returning the embrace Boromir closed his eyes, relishing the moment and Amarie's presence in silence. He had probably known that she returned his feelings for a long while, he was aware of that, and yet he knew that it would have been a big mistake to speak those words before that morning. But now, now it was time.

"Will you stay?" he asked in a whisper, eyes still closed. He wasn't sure to actually want to know the answer.

"Yes" she whispered back, suddenly turning serious.

It could be dangerous for both, but she wasn't willing to let him go.

They just had to be really careful.

"We will have to be prudent. No one has to know what...what's happening between you and me. I'm but a maiden and...you're a Lord. And you're going to marry..."

"No." he replied, grey eyes now open and staring at her. "I will do.. something. I don't know what or how, but somehow I'll sort this out." he said softly, reaching to stroke a lock of hair away from Amarie's face, and then urging her to rest her head on his chest before he tugged up the blankets to cover both.

"You will soon be my wife. If you want to."

"We can't" she just breathed, sighing softly and tightening her embrace.

"You aren't supposed to marry a maid. Noble marriages need to be planned for the alliances. Your father will never allow you to do otherwise. And I don't want to be the cause of your doom, Boromir. That's why I've kept secret my feelings for you..."

"I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, either. And you weren't supposed to fall in love with me." he stated, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he lowered his gaze to look at her. "But we did. Do you really wish to throw it all away, Amarie?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. The tone of his voice softened when he continued, the hinted smile now fully developed. "Faramir has taught me that love is the most precious of all the gifts the Valar can bestow on men. And I've believed his words. Was he wrong then?"

"No, he wasn't" Amarie suddenly answered, looking longingly in those grey eyes she loved so much.

"I don't want to throw it all away but we have to face the reality, my love. You're the most important thing for me. I love you so much, and I couldn't let you go so easily. But I would suffer sorrow for all of my life should I be the cause of your misery. I couldn't bear it. You deserve to be Steward. You deserve the best honours...no one would let you be Steward if you should marry but a simple maiden...Love isn't important in political matters..."

"But it is to me." Boromir said softly, tightening the embrace at the same time. "I would give up the stewardship without regrets, just to be with you. So do not worry about what is to come, just think that we'll be together anyway" he smiled, ducking to kiss her forehead. "Whatever happens."

"I just hope to be worthy enough to be at your side..." she murmured, sighing again.

But it needed just a glance at his face, so peaceful and serene, and she had to smile.

Within his arms everything seemed miles away. Every problem, every trouble or doubt. Everything but them vanished.

"I...saw your gesture last night. You...You've retreated..."

"Aye, I have. To be safe." he nodded, smiling slightly and still holding her tight within his arms, without averting his eyes.

"I just didn't want to compromise you in any way. Should I have not?"

"It's not...common...but...yes, I'm happy you did it" she simply answered, hinting a smile.

"Istion would have killed me with his bare hands if I would be...pregnant before marriage".

Boromir couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of her brother, being more than sure that he wasn't going to be happy about their bond, in any case. He didn't know why, because the young man had always been very polite with him, but he was sure of that.

"He'll probably try to kill me with his own hands when he'll find out about us" he grinned, "Don't you think?"

Grinning, Amarie nodded, propping herself up on her elbow to have a better view of the naked man at her side.

Enticing, to say the least.

"Well, we will not let him know about it" she said solemnly, while her hand had started to caress his powerful chest.

She just couldn't help it.

"Do you have plans for today? For I should settle that room...but...we could just stay here for a while...I can't get enough of you".

Much to Boromir's surprise, his right eyebrow was not the only thing to raise due to Amarie's lingering caresses.

"I--" he began, stopping in order to clear his throat, "I have no plans for the day, no.."

"So.." she began as casually as she could, darting him an innocent glare.

"Why...why don't you show me...the intensity of your love? I've heard that...well that you're one of the best lovers of all Gondor. Is it true? They say you've a great stamina..."

"And may I ask who is that told you such a thing?" he demanded curiously, a hint of a grin making its appearance on the noble face. While waiting for Amarie's answer he took her hand into his, steady gaze and grin unwavering, squeezing it gently into his. Then he guided said hand to his chest and down beyond his stomach, following the trail of soft and blondish hair that started below his belly button and led to his arousal. That was now standing at full attention.

"A little fairy" she grinned, not wanting to reveal her sources.

Without waiting any longer, she wrapped her long fingers around his thick erection, starting to caress him unhurriedly, without missing even his slightest tremble, pleased beyond any reason to see him tense and wriggle under her touch.

Almost instinctively Boromir started to match her movements with his hips, without trying to increase the pace. Then he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer until their lips touched, and a smile slightly curved his lips as his eyes fluttered close.

"Remind me if your inviting mouth is as skilful as your lovely hand" he whispered, "Kiss me"

Smiling softly, the girl complied straightaway, gently nibbling at his lower lip, eyes closed and a peaceful expression on her face.

Then she caressed his lips with the tip of her tongue, before finally slipping it into his mouth, moaning softly as she tasted his flavour.

In the meanwhile, her hand had quickened the pace, squeezing teasingly now and then.

Boromir matched both the intensity of the kiss and the speed of her movements, disconnecting their mouths now and then only in order to hiss softly or moan her name, sensations washing over him. He had to break the kiss after a while, though, the combined stimulation almost too much for him. And he wanted it to last, a little longer than that at least.

"Let me.." he breathed, "Let me do something for you."

"And..." she began teasingly, grinning mischievously. "What could you do for me, milord? "

Her hand wasn't willing to stop. She was clearly trying to arouse him even more. And maybe she was even being successful.

"Anything." came Boromir's reply in a heated whisper, his arms tightening around her shoulders.

She was probably trying to drive him insane, or to send him over the edge within a couple of minutes. Maybe less. He didn't know, but before he could continue to speak he had to catch her lips more than once in order to suppress his own enthusiastic vocal responses.

"I would do anything.. you have but to ask."

"Touch me...love me..." she began, nibbling at his chin.

"Don't be worried to scare me...I'm not easily scared...and I love you when you lose control..."

She had dreamed a passionate night with him for months. Now she was going to have it. Without limitations.

Boromir moaned again in response, as he reached for her hand to move it aside with all the gentleness he could muster. It was eager and demanding this time, when his mouth claimed hers for a bruising kiss. In no time Amarie was lying on her back, Boromir on top of her, his hands roaming over the bare skin of her breast and waist, his kisses moving down to her chin and then neck, collarbones, shoulders. He made sure to cover each and every inch of the warm and deliciously scented skin of his lover, as if to mark her as his own alone, with heated kisses and eager licks and soft bites.

Closing her eyes, a delighted smile on her face, Amarie was completely surrendering to his will, ready to accept everything he would have done to her.

His kisses and caresses were igniting fires on her body and soon she was burning of desire for him, unable to wait further.

"Boromir..." she managed to whisper when she couldn't bear another minute of that sweet torture.

"I--I can't..."

Actually stopping his ministrations halfway to her belly, Boromir raised his head to look at her and smile. "Just relax, Amarie" he said softly, marking his words with a gentle bite just below her belly button. "Close your eyes, let go.. and enjoy."

The next moment he was busy trailing a lingering path of tiny kisses to her lower regions, parting and caressing her legs in the meantime.

Amarie looked at him wide eyed while he began to explore her secret places with his tongue and fingers.

For a moment she just laid there, tense and bewildered, unable to relax.

No one had never done it to her.

Her few sexual experiences could be defined as a list of wrecks, the partners always being too inexperienced or cursory to indulge in such pleasures.

But not Boromir. He had slowed down the night before to give her all the pleasure he could, and that she remembered very well.

Even now, he was thinking to her enjoyment instead of his own.

Inhaling a deep breath, Amarie closed her eyes, releasing it just when she felt every fiber of her being relax under Boromir's touch.

When he felt her relax, Boromir's eyes, that were straying to her face now and then in order to study her reaction, fluttered closed as well. Both his hands settled beneath her, cupping her buttocks, and actually lifted her thus until her pelvis lost contact to the soft sheets, allowing him much better access to her most private areas. Redoubling his efforts he licked, sucked gently and swirled his tongue passionately over the heated flesh, again and again, until he felt her begin to tremble and push back against his mouth.

A dream.

It had to be a dream.

Never in all her life she had experienced something so dazing. Her whole body was as pervaded

by a pleasure so great that she thought it was going to drive her insane.

Heat was pooling in her lower belly, but she wanted more.

"Come here..." she murmured, gently tugging at his hair in order to let him understand.

Boromir stopped to flash her a questioning glance, raising his head, but he didn't move from where he was. He was particularly enjoying the view, among other things.

"Won't you let me finish what I've started?" he demanded softly with a small smile, and bent to place a sweet kiss on her lower belly. "You are close.."

"But..." she began, still panting and flushed.

Her body was yearning for his mouth, again. And she had never felt so good.

"What about you? What about your pleasure?"

"Worry not." Boromir replied, and then dipped to kiss and bite gently her inner thigh, stopping after some moments to smile at his panting Amarie. "Later. You will take care of me later, if you wish to. Now don't worry about me."

Amarie's legs were parted a little further in order to allow him a little more room then, and at the same time Boromir was resuming the fervent kissing and licking, running his tongue teasingly along the slit and then sucking the quivering knot at the top into his mouth.

Amarie couldn't help but moan loudly at his ministrations, shivering under his touch.

She felt even ashamed for the way she was eagerly responding at his licks and light bites, but the pleasure was too much to bear, and it was almost unthinkable to stay quiet.

Soon she began to push her hips against his mouth. Shamelessly.

Then she came. Her whole body was tense and rigid for a second, before trembling violently, almost crying out for the pleasure, her head thrown back on the pillow. Flushed and panting.

Boromir just kept on fondling her tenderly until her spasms diminished, and finally decided to climb

up her body to hug her tight and nuzzle with his face against her neck.

When about to kiss her on the lips he stopped, though, not sure whether she would have minded to taste herself in his mouth, and briefly considered the possibility to ask about the matter. Yet it was sweet, in an almost overwhelming way. To learn each other like that, to get slowly accustomed to one another, to get closer and closer little by little was sweet beyond measure.

And yes, Boromir eventually decided to ask.

"May I kiss you?" he whispered a little hesitantly, "Would it.. bother you?"

The girl briefly considered his question, slightly surprised. But then she just smiled softly, bringing a hand at the back of his neck and kissing him.

On his lips and mouth she could still taste her musky flavour. She didn't really mind it, yet it was intense. Enticing and intense.

Her Boromir. Passionate. Intense. Considerate. Tender.

"I love you" she smiled again against his lips once parted. "I--I want to take care of your pleasure, too..."

"Who said that I was meaning to take care of yours just once?" he smirked in response, chuckling at her slightly alarmed expression. "I love you, too." he whispered then, and disentangled himself from the embrace to sit on the bed at her side after another lingering kiss.

"Would you turn around for me?"

Frowning worriedly, the girl complied hesitantly after another look at him.

What was he up to?

She didn't know what, yet the thought that he was about to take care of her again had thrilled her beyond any measure.

Surely he had a great stamina.

Not a moment later Boromir was bent on her, to trail many little kisses along her spine, from her shoulder blades to the small of her back, and then all the way up again. Her long hair was then pushed aside, his journey continuing past her shoulders and neck and ending only once he'd reached her ear. Then his strong hands were grasping Amarie's hips, urging her to brace her weight on her knees as he shifted to move behind her.

Her perfectly shaped backside was actually lifted in comparison to the upper side of her body, exposing her thoroughly for him to see.

Enticing. Almost shamefully enticing.

Yet when Boromir kneeled behind Amarie, and his hands started to roam over her back, he felt clearly that she was very tense. Maybe ashamed, he wondered for a moment, intensifying the soothing caresses until he felt that she was actually relaxing under his touch.

Good, he thought with a smile. His left hand kept on sliding up and down her flank as the other sneaked its way to the front, the tip of Boromir's index finger circling her navel and then slipping playfully into it, eliciting him a light chuckle when she waggled in response. The teasing hand then slithered its way further down, settling on her lower belly to balance her as Boromir pushed himself inside with unbearable slowness, hissing softly and closing his eyes in response at the intense pleasure.

Amarie moaned softly when he entered her, the friction caused by his thick shaft rendered almost unbearable for she was still feeling oversensitive due to her previous orgasm.

It was maybe better for her to not be able to look at him. Maybe she just wasn't used to sharing that intimacy with him, and she felt not even beautiful enough. Thus to be exposed at his sight was somewhat terrifying to her.

The same questions were roaming in her mind over ando over again.

Am I beautiful enough? Will I be good? Will I be able to pleasure him?

But the wonderful friction continued, increasing in speed, causing her to moan in response, lowering her head until it was resting on her forearms.

Little by little Boromir increased the pace further, his hands grasping her hips in order to keep her still. Yes, Amarie had said that she loved to see him losing control, but having her shoved forward quite roughly with every thrust wasn't exactly something he considered polite towards a gentle maiden. At all. And out of control he was slipping, whatever coherent thought forced out of his brain as the speed increased further, making him shiver helplessly. And choke down the uncurbed moans that threatened to burst from his throat, both at the overwelming sensations that were washing over him and at the sight of his Amarie so completely abandoned.

She was now flushed and panting, gripping the pillow with both hands, in an attempt to muffle her cries.

Wonderful.

No other words could describe the way she was feeling.

And she was even pushing back at every thrust.

Shamelessly. Silently begging him for more.

Only the sight of her supple back arching and tensing, sleek and slippery with sweat, was almost all Boromir could bear.

He had to close his eyes, sure that the wanton sight alone would have certainly hurled him over the edge within seconds, and grasp her hips even more firmly as he worked himself to an almost furious pace, curbing his own increasing groans by biting down on his lower lip. It didn't last so long, though. He could already feel his own orgasm building deep in his loins, spreading fiery pleasure to his whole body, his abdominal muscles tensing and twitching due to the gathered tension. At that rate he was likely to reach the peak before Amarie, and that indeed wasn't how he had planned it to end.

The pace slackened considerably, and Boromir almost stopped for a moment in order to regain his breath and at least a hint of self control. His right hand sneaked to Amarie's front again, and then in between her legs to stroke gently the firm and slippery knot of flesh. Boromir then leaned forward to lick and nibble teasingly at her back, his thrusts now excruciatingly slow and deep, the burning friction almost driving him insane. When he stretched out further, his mouth eventually reached for Amarie's ear.

"I wish you could see how very beautiful you are" he whispered in a low and shivering voice, his ragged breathing fanning over her heated skin.

Both his words and his caresses sent her over the edge within moments, and she found herself whispering all of her love while wriggling and trembling under his body, her back arching against him.

But yet, he hadn't found his righteous release.

Turning her head to be able to look at him, Amarie catched Boromir's lips in a heated kiss, without a word.

And pushed her hips against his in a non too gently way. As if asking him not to hold back.

Boromir responded eagerly to the kiss, choking a loud groan and tightening the hold on her hips at the same time. Yet he didn't resume his thrusting, but drew back.

He lay on the bed at her side, without breaking the kiss, his fingers twining in her hair.

"Touch me" he panted, "I beg of you"

Resting her head on his tummy, the girl looked at his glistening shaft soaked with her juices. Her

hand wrapped around it, beginning to stroke it in a frenzied way, helped by the lubrication.

It was just some moments later that she removed her head from his body, sensing that he was close to his release, ready to spurt his semen.

The fingers twined in Amarie's hair tugged involuntarily at it, as a sharp hiss slipped past Boromir's lips. Then a quick convulsion jolted through him, his head was thrown back to scatter golden, damp hair untidily over the pillow. A heavy groan of relief followed, along with more shudders and long gushes of milky liquids, leaving him trembling and spent.

Finally turning to look at him, Amarie smiled, leaning to tenderly kiss his forehead.

Gorgeous. That's how he seemed in that right moment. His eyes were closed, and his face

showed a great peace and fulfilment.

Good.

Then her eyes wandered around to search for something, and when she had found it Amarie stood up, walking to a little basket in a corner of the room and retrieving an old and ripped piece of cloth.

She used it to clean Boromir's abdomen by his liquids, before they could dry.

Once finished, now aware of his eyes following her every move, the girl settled down at his side.

"Love you" Boromir muttered a little sleepily, smiling, as he gathered her within his arms. He just lay there for a while, eyes closed and the contented smile unwavering on his lips, cradling and fondling his lover tenderly.

"Would you like to sleep here with me from now on?"

"Of course" she smiled, tightening the embrace.

"I love you, too..."