Mila (A Glorfindel Fanfiction)

I am a cat. Meow

Mila woke up with Glorfindel's arm circling her bare waist, and when she saw his sleeping face, she couldn't help but smiling like a fool.

Her heart thrummed with happiness and disbelief as she gazed at his ethereal visage. Glorfindel slept like an angel, his expression relaxed and peaceful. She still felt like dreaming; maybe she was still dreaming-but then it won't explain the still full feeling she felt between her legs from yesterday. Down there, she felt as if he was still inside her.

Glorfindel had been so gentle and careful with her, like a saint, that she had imagined that their first love making would be something sweet, slow, unsure yet romantic. Now that she laid there on his bed, she knew better.

Hiding behind that angelic persona, was an insatiable and very hungry male, and she was not complaining at all. That first time on his desk was completely beyond their plan. It was a thrilling, happy accident. Mila remembered the dark, almost uncontrollable desire on his expression that day, and despite knowing that a first time might be painful for her, she was more than willing to give herself to him, to make him happy.

But Glorfindel was so good to her. In the midst of his urgent need, she remembered him pausing instantly as soon as he realized that his first entry hurt her. He stopped moving and cuddled her, peppering his comforting kisses along her shoulder and neck as he gave her time to adjust to him.

And boy, he was a lot to adjust to.

By the time her pain had faded into pleasure, he took what he wanted and punished her in the best ways possible, just like he promised earlier before that. Mila knew then that she ought to annoy him more often.

After that they walked in hurry, hand in hand towards his chamber, and when no one was looking, Mila did tease him by grabbing his butt-a very tight butt, by the way-and she got what she wanted from him.

They didn't even made it to the bed, and he proceeded with fucking her against the wall like a true warrior.

Mila bit her finger to keep from squealing like a fangirl who reads this fanfic. Even only remembering it made her heart pound in her chest. After that, Glorfindel kind of alternated between making love to her, or fucking her senseless, and Mila lost track of how many times she came undone by him yesterday.

Her eyes fleeted across his naked body, wanting to feast her eyes at his impressive form. Unfortunately, the lower half of his glorious body was hidden under the covers.

Fortunately, she could just lift the covers a bit to take a peek- and that was exactly what she did. She peeked like a creep, hoping to get a look at his almighty junk.

A soft, deep chuckle entered her ears, making her flinch.

"You could just look. I'm yours now," he murmured, his jeweled blue eyes bleary as he looked at her.

Mila blushed, knowing that she was busted like a child with her hand in a cookie jar.

"I know," she chirped, "I just like the thrill of stealing a look when you're not looking."

"I can pretend to sleep again, if you want."

Mila raised her brow. "Again?"

Glorfindel couldn't contain his smirk, and Mila slapped his arm playfully.

"You haven't been sleeping all this minute???" she pouted.

Glorfindel pulled her to his bare chest and squeezed her to him. "I think your mischievousness has rubbed off on me," he said before planting a sweet kiss on her temple. He looked at her through his lashes, his eyes shone with happiness and content. "I could use to this. Waking up with you in my arms. This feels like a dream."