(A sequel to "Absolution")
The flickering candlelight caught rumpled silk linens and tangled pale limbs, setting both aglow against drifts of tousled ebony hair.
“Well?”
An elegant eyebrow arched over grey eyes that sparkled with amusement. “Well what?”
Elladan twirled a raven-dark strand around one finger, studiously avoiding his brother’s gaze. “Did...would...” The halting words broke on a sigh, his cheeks flushing. “Will you force me to say it, then?”
Elrohir grinned outright. “Surely others have sung your praises, tôren.”
“None who mattered so.”
Elrohir’s expression softened, and he brushed his mouth over Elladan’s kiss-swollen lips. “Then you did, and I would, ‘Dan. Always.”
