Flight Of Fate

Chapter Five - Hot Nights

"This is ridiculous," Thranduil observed as he stood at the base of a particularly large tree. Both arms were folded across his chest, and his mouth pursed in a pout. "Utter nonsense."

"Oh behave yourself," Kira scoffed from halfway up the tree. "You just have no sense of adventure, that's all. You must've climbed trees when you were a kid, surely?" The leaves rustled around her in protest as she clambered higher.

"Yes. For your information, I practically lived up in the trees in my youth," he retorted. "However, as the years tolled past I became an adult...and this is definitely not the wisest or safest thing for an adult to be partaking in."

"I'm sure you'll catch me if I fall," she quipped with a merry laugh.

His eyes closed briefly as he fought his pent-up sexual frustration. The previous night had indeed been cold and harsh, with a light snowfall accompanied by a bitter wind. Once again, they'd spent the night cuddled close to preserve any body heat that they had.

And it had felt so good.

Too good, if he was being honest with himself.

Her curved ass pressed tightly against his groin had woken him, presenting him with the hardest erection he'd ever had, and he'd battled for a good twenty minutes to get the thing back down again before she awoke and received the fright of her life.

Either that, or the fuck of her life.

"Dammit woman! Will you come down?" he grunted.

"Nope." Her sassy comeback was loaded with humour.

"Fine. If you fall, you'll fall on your head. Maybe knock some sense into you, you deranged creation," he grumbled. "Come on, Kira. Come down. Please. You're making me nervous."

A solid fruit flew past him and thumped onto the grass at his feet, making him start in surprise. He looked up, and her head appeared between the leaves.

"Well?" she demanded.

A wry look was the only answer.

"Fine, I'm coming down," she sighed, and carefully began her descent.

Below her, Thranduil watched every move with bated breath, terrified that she'd slip and fall. She didn't, making her way down low enough that he could reach up and lift her to the grass.

"See? Easy-peasy-poo," she said triumphantly. "And this-" she stooped to swipe the fruit from the grass and hold it up for his inspection. "-will taste absolutely amazing. I've had this before, and it's delicious."

"Hardly worth breaking your neck for," he told her.

She snorted as they headed back towards the camp. "You stress too much. If you're like this in everyday life, I'm surprised your hair isn't grey. I'm surprised you have any hair at all."

"I do not stress," he replied. "Everything within my working life is completely organised and within my control. It's wild women who insist on climbing snow-covered trees that make me stress."

"Ah, but without that you'd be bored," she laughed.

"I have to admit, I have never had the time to be bored, ever. My time has been consumed entirely either by my son, or my work. Sometimes both." He stuffed his hands into his pockets as they walked through the forest. "That has left hardly any time to consider the possibility of being bored."

"Lucky you," she replied. She stepped carefully over a boulder covered in a light sprinkling of snow, and he automatically freed a hand to hold her elbow. "I have lots of hobbies though, so I suppose I'm not too bad in that aspect. I like to keep busy."