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Aragorn groaned and let a colorful expletive fly from
his lips, as he watched Arwen talking seductively to
Frodo, her sinuous curves poured into a black gown that
he longed to rip off with his teeth, as his hands explored
the paradise of her body.
He felt his body responding to the image in his mind,
and suddenly realised that he had never felt this intense
about a woman before. Striding towards Arwen, he spoke
tersely, "I need to talk to you", and then, looking
pointedly at Frodo with his onyx eyes, he added "alone."
Unable to resist the lure of his sensuous mouth, and
piercing eyes, now flinty chips in his stony face, she
allowed herself to be led out of the room. "In the car"
he ordered. She obeyed, and asked "Aragorn, where are
you taking me?". "Home" was the terse reply. "But....my
apartment is in the opposite direction", she said tremulously.
"I know. We're going home, Arwen...my home" he said,
allowing some of the tenderness he felt to show in his
face...the face that she loved so much....had missed
so deeply. Arwen felt her body react to Aragorn's obvious
desire. "Stop the car", she said in a voice husky with
lust, "I want you Aragorn...I want you here....now".
He pulled over and dragged her roughly to him, his lips
crushing hers, until all he could see...taste...feel...was
Arwen. His Arwen. It was like coming home again.