A/N: Hello everyone! I've been absolutely OBSSESSED with Ferlinor lately, don't know why exactly. I just adore them, but this is my first time actually putting up a fic. THERE AREN'T ENOUGH FICS FOR THIS PAIRING! This is just a really, really short story I wrote in 15 minutes in french so, sorry if the quality isn't up to par. (I tried to proofread and add to it when typing it up though) Reviews are very welcome and highly appreciated. And yeah, I'm gonna put this under an M rating just to be safe, but if anyone thinks I should bump it up/down then let me know! Soooo... Yeah. That's about it. Read, enjoy and review. (Rinse and repeat XD)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, don't sue me I have no money blah blah blah.
He watched the sway of her hips, wishing he could replace the fabric of her dress with his hands. The firelight glinted off of her ivory skin, and a pale hand reached out to turn the pages of the thick volume resting in her lap. The sleeve of her dress slid downward to reveal a slender wrist, that moved to replace the thick volume back on one of the many shelves. He quietly closed the door to the library, and moved to stand behind her. "'Hello lass." He greeted her, making the petite woman jump.
"Goodness, Fergus, are ye trying to kill me?" A scowl accompanied the admonishment.
"Sorry Eli." His reply came with an easy grin. She only looked at him, amber eyes glinting impishly. Fergus moved to kiss her cheek, and was surprised when she tilted her head so that his lips would meet hers. Well if that's what the lass wants, who am I to argue? He thought to himself. Gently returning the action, he settled his broad hands possessively on the swell of her hips. Deepening the kiss, he pushed her back so that she was pressed between the wall and himself. Her arms snaked up to wrap around his neck pulling him closer to her. The feel of her, all softness and curves, pressed against him was practically maddening. He slid his touch slightly lower over her backside, hands meeting in a gentle squeeze. She broke the kiss and swatted him on the arm, pulling out of his embrace. "Fergus!"
He winked slyly and squeezed again.
"Yes, dear?"
"Remember where, and who, we are you silly man."
He pressed a hand against the small of her back, causing her to lurch forward into his arms once more.
"And who are we again? I seem to have forgotten."
She started to reply, but he silenced her with a kiss. He gave her no time to think, to react, and gently ran his tongue over her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She quickly granted the pleasure, her knees going weak. She was now completely dependent on him, for support, for love, everything. The only thing the queen could do was hope he wouldn't throw her away. Fergus broke the kiss first, panting slightly. He didn't pause in his ministrations, however and continued a trail of hot kisses down the sharp line of her jaw, lingering in the hollow above her collarbone. A small whimper escaped her throat and he smirked against her skin. Returning to her lips, he kissed her gently and sweetly. This time she broke free and leaned against him. Fergus gazed at his wife with amusement, her eyes half-closed and a pink flush decorating her cheeks.
"T-he king and queen." She managed.
"What?"
"That's who we are. The king and the queen." She had caught her breath by now and was staring him in the eye. An ear-splitting smile spread across his face and he laughed heartily. He picked her up and spun her around, ignoring her shriek of protest. Once he set her down, he placed a small kiss on her temple.
"Aye lass. That's who we are. The Bear King and his lovely, lovely wife."