
[ Tauriel ran her hands against the silk sheets she laid on in wait. Garbed in only a tunic, leggings and a belt cinched around her waist, the she elf almost reconsidered this; unsure of what to expect. Should she undress now, or later? Her tunic never bothered her anyway…. Groaning, unable to make up her mind, Tauriel ran a hand through mahogany curls. ]
She decided in the instant when he settled on her, that she actually, very much so, liked it. He smelt like… Dog and...
He followed her lead – it was something he found himself doing more than not around her, and he hadn’t really decided...