Dance, by Senalishia
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: “NSFW And Kink” - I24: Exhibitionism
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Romance
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Female nudity and self-pleasure
Characters: Galadriel, Luthien
Pairings: Galadriel/Luthien
Summary: Luthien doesn’t just have that effect on people. She makes sure of it.
Galadriel stumbled across Luthien's clothing moments before encountering Luthien herself, dancing with abandon to the song of nightingales, clad only in a gauzy scarf and moonlight.
After a few flying steps, Luthien stopped and looked straight at her. “Well met, cousin!”
“I can go--if you'd rather I don't--” Galadriel said, but didn't turn away. Her will was strong, but the enchantment Melian's daughter wove was stronger.
“It's alright, you can stay if you like.” And she threw herself back into the dance.
There were all women here, that remained undeniably true, but what she felt was nothing so innocent. Yet the Sindar accepted such feelings more freely, did they not? Surely Luthien was aware of the possiblility.
She watched for what could have been hours. Finally, Luthien cast herself down onto the grass, chest still heaving with exertion. At her wordless look of invitation, Galadriel sat down beside her more carefully.
Luthien began to unselfconsciously caress her own sweat-sheened body. She lingered noticeably over her nipples, sighing with pleasure as she pinched and rolled the soft brown flesh. From time to time she gazed straight up at Galadriel, as if to remind her that she knew she was being watched.
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Romance
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Female nudity and self-pleasure
Characters: Galadriel, Luthien
Pairings: Galadriel/Luthien
Summary: Luthien doesn’t just have that effect on people. She makes sure of it.
Galadriel stumbled across Luthien's clothing moments before encountering Luthien herself, dancing with abandon to the song of nightingales, clad only in a gauzy scarf and moonlight.
After a few flying steps, Luthien stopped and looked straight at her. “Well met, cousin!”
“I can go--if you'd rather I don't--” Galadriel said, but didn't turn away. Her will was strong, but the enchantment Melian's daughter wove was stronger.
“It's alright, you can stay if you like.” And she threw herself back into the dance.
There were all women here, that remained undeniably true, but what she felt was nothing so innocent. Yet the Sindar accepted such feelings more freely, did they not? Surely Luthien was aware of the possiblility.
She watched for what could have been hours. Finally, Luthien cast herself down onto the grass, chest still heaving with exertion. At her wordless look of invitation, Galadriel sat down beside her more carefully.
Luthien began to unselfconsciously caress her own sweat-sheened body. She lingered noticeably over her nipples, sighing with pleasure as she pinched and rolled the soft brown flesh. From time to time she gazed straight up at Galadriel, as if to remind her that she knew she was being watched.
