horseboykarl: (yelling)
When I come back to myself and find I have extra jewelry on my chest, I realize it's time to stop depending on other people to fix my problems. I'll deal with Éomer, someday I'll make peace with him.
horseboykarl: (thebanband eomer)
Walking into this club the music is almost deafening and the pulsing beat catches in my chest, but it is not an unpleasant experience. Mer leads me down the stairs, deeper into the belly of the place, and we pause halfway down to scan the room, but there are so many pockets of darkness in this place our quarry could be anywhere. He touches my hand, and we head off towards the bar, both of us alert as we walk lest our prey slip past us.

Tonight we hunt.

When the time came for Karl to let Mer free again, I rode Paris’ bike out to Karl’s steading, smiling to see him waiting for me on the porch with a bottle of ale. I took his hand and led him up to the bedroom, once again giving him my reassurances that he would wake in his own home, with me and not Paris before him. I neglected to tell him that we would be heading back to the warehouse to find me suitable attire to wear to the club the Playboys were playing at almost as soon as he left.

Almost. Mer’s hands were on me as soon as he shifted, and I was thrown face down on the bed as he took me hard and fast, his mouth on my neck, his hand roughly bringing me to completion. After, as we lay wrapped up in each other, I told him my plan. He dug through Karl’s drawers and cupboards to find suitable clothes, stuffed them into a bag, and I took us back into town, where we went through Paris’ clothes to find me something to wear. The soft tight leather breeches I approved of, but I was not sure about the black shirt made of net that Mer gleefully found, although it did show off the nipple ring. Which set my mind working …

Getting into our new clothes provided more distractions, and so to save time, I dragged him into Paris’ “shower”, the hot water pounding down on our skin adding to the sensations as I pushed into him, coming as I kissed him, water running over our faces.

Finally we were ready to leave, although the sight of him in tight breeches and that black silk shirt, his hair free around his shoulders almost had me dragging him back to bed, but I knew there would be time for that later. Now, we had someone to find.

Faramir. )


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