Goodbye?
Featuring...who else?...
eomer_of_rohan of mespt and karl_urban of 
slashpuppets. Eomer's just been murdered. And yet it's NC-17. Go us! No, this doesn't exactly fit with what's currently going in plotwise. Is it a dream? Did it really happen? Dunno for sure, but Karl wasn't doing so well. This helped. :)
Eomer: *I sit down gingerly on the edge of the bed in this strange place. I'm not sure I'm really here. I'm not sure I'm even really ME. But I'm here anyway. In part, at least.*
Karl: *I fought going to sleep as long as I possibly could, to avoid the dreams that have been plaguing me since yesterday, since... I shift restlessly, sheets tangled around my legs, fighting phantom demons, battling to save you, even though I know it's too late*
Eomer: *I chew my lip, watching you thrash, wondering what you're dreaming about, wondering if it's me. I hesitate, not knowing if this will do any good, but then I stretch out beside you, trying to put my arm around you, trying to brush dark tangles from your forehead*
Karl: *unconsciously leaning into the whisper touch, dreams shifting, changing from madness to something soothing, almost calm... and I can swear I can almost smell your familiar scent -- woodsmoke and horse -- in the room. I blink bleary eyes, seeking the source*
Eomer: *I go cold when you gaze right through me -- I manage to drag my thumb over your cheek, urging you to focus.* I'm here, Karl. Right here. Come on. LOOK.
Karl: *there it is again...that same ghost touch...and, if I concentrate, I can make out words* I'm going crazy. *I state the words calmly, voice rough with sleep, but I hear it again...and if I squint just a bit...* who's here?
Eomer: *a light pressure against your mouth, a faint warmth in the breath you inhale* Who do you think?
Karl: *it's...no. no, I didn't. except, I did. and that was. I squint again, lifting my head to seek the source of the light kiss and can just make out...* eomer?
Eomer: I think so. I know that, at least. And who you are. And that you were calling.
Karl: calling? *okay, this is far too weird. except it's real. at least, it feels real. I struggle to sit up, yawning a bit to clear the cobwebs from my head...and you're still there. still wrapped around me, not quite as heavy as I remember, but here.*
Eomer: *I'm relieved to be able to actually feel you moving against me now, heavy and real...perhaps now you can feel ME, and hear me...see me...* I guess so. Because I came, didn't I? Though I don't know where from... *I frown, a heavy barrier keeping me from knowing what happened, though part of me is absently glad that I'm not breathing because that would hurt too much*
Karl: I don't care. *twisting to fully face you, fingers lightly trailing over your beloved features, still in shock over how real you feel, how warm. if this is a dream, I'm happy enough to have it*
Eomer: *resting my forehead against yours* You were having a nightmare.
Karl: you were dying and I couldn't save you. *the edges of the dream are fuzzy, but I still remember, in vivid clarity, the despair and desperation* it really happened, didn't it? *scooting closer, legs tangled with yours, wrapping tight arms around you. whatever you are, you smell and taste like him and it's enough for me*
Eomer: *I jerk slightly at your words -- I'm not sure, I don't know, but somehow I sense that to say otherwise would be a lie, and I don't lie* I...maybe... *nuzzling into the curve of your neck* You tell me.
Karl: there was blood. a lot of it. *struggling to put the vague dream visions into words while silmultaneously trying to crawl inside you and stay* I kept trying to get to you, but there was too much blood and I kept slipping on it. *softly* I felt it. felt our connection snap.
Eomer: I did too. *the words escape before I think about it, and when I do I again find that I can't remember but I know it's true* When... Oh gods. If that's true, then...how am I here?!
Karl: good question. *glancing up at you* and why me.
Eomer: I don't know. Does there have to be a reason? Maybe here is easier, because there is where...where...I don't know. I don't remember. I don't want to remember.
Karl: then don't remember. *fierce, low whisper, brushing my lips across yours in promise* stay here with me.
Eomer: I can't. *another simple answer without thought, just fact*
Karl: yeah... *sighs* what I thought you'd say. *I tighten my arms around you anyway in reflex*
Eomer: I'm sorry. *the apology is a mere breath across your collarbone, and the cold is starting to seep in -- with a sudden convulsive shudder I push under your blankets, seeking contact, warmth, the reassuring feel of your heartbeat* I'll stay as long as I can.
Karl: I'll take as long as you can give me. *whispering the words across your jawline, needy hands racing over every familiar, beloved inch of your body*
Eomer: How long until sunrise? I think I can manage that much... *I close my eyes, savoring your touch, but jerk away as your hands run over my chest* Careful...
Karl: sorry. *mumbles, brushing lips over yours* does it still hurt? *I don't dare look down; I simply let my hands wander lower, across your stomach and hips*
Eomer: No...it's just...I remember, when you touch there. Don't want to remember. *I roll back, arm around your side pulling you with me, kissing you fiercely, sliding one leg down the outside of yours* Give me something else to take with me.
Karl: what'd you have in mind? *curling closer, nails scraping across your back as our lips meet again in a fierce kiss*
Eomer: *breathing the words into your mouth, one hand winding through your hair to hold you steady* Let me have you one last time.
Karl: *I don't bother to speak -- I let my kiss say yes for me, and wrap tight arms around you as our tongues duel together in a slick, sweet dance*
Eomer: *Good... My hands slide down your sides to push away the sheet twisted around your waist, tracing bare skin all the way until I cup your ass in both palms, fingers digging in to crush you close*
Karl: *I don't even bother to question why I'm giving myself so willingly to a ghost. I don't care. it's you, you're here, you feel so fucking real and your hands still remember exactly how to make my body burn for more*
Eomer: This could just be a dream. *now my voice is against your throat as I shift, rolling to push you down into the blankets, hands stroking up the outsides of your thighs*
Karl: I don't care. *long, drawn-out sigh, shifting restlessly beneath you, sliding a foot up your calf, hands buried in messy, tangled hair as I try to tug your mouth back up to mine*
Eomer: *I let you win that prize, shoving you into the pillows with a harsh sigh as my mouth claims yours, letting our bodies interlock in a heated shudder*
Karl: *the hell with this being a dream -- it's far too vivid and the way you taste is far too sharp. I can feel the welcome weight of your body pressing mine down, taste the need and desperation in your kiss, return it just as eagerly.* please...
Eomer: *It takes all I have to not simply slam into you right here, right now. I know you'd let me, but I still have some humanity left, and I won't do it. Luckily I know you too well -- a quick fumble at the bedside turns up what I need in your overnight bag* You had plans, �nm�dla min...?
Karl: harry...here last week... *shivering at the hot, possessive look in your eyes* what'd you call me? *it's not a phrase I ever remember you using before...and I never had to learn elven for the film*
Eomer: *I don't answer until I've earned a gasp from you, one slick hand stroking your cock in passing before working back, fingers teasing -- I love the way you look, my dark mirror, as I place each word with a hard kiss down your stomach* Arrogant...proud...beautiful.
Karl: *ragged gasp, hips arching off the mattress* you think... *one look from you silences further words. you truly do think I'm beautiful. and while it's not something I would normally be comfortable hearing, from you it feels right. loss once again threatens to overwhelm me and I ruthlessly tamp it down, comfort myself with running my fingers through your hair again, parting my legs for you in invitation.* more...
Eomer: *Your plea undoes me entirely -- I can't hold back a moment longer, hooking an arm under your knee and guiding myself into place with one shaking hand. I'm looking straight into your eyes when I fall forward into you, driving deep and true with a strangled cry, fingers digging into your hip*
Karl: *fuckyes... I force myself to keep my eyes open as you fill me, take me, claim me so completely that it shatters another hard kernel of grief buried deep. I tighten my legs around you, hips tilted up as you push me across the mattress with each ragged thrust. there's nothing practiced in this, nothing calculated. just raw need spilling from you to me and back again in an odd sort of feedback loop. no one else gives me this. no one else ever could. just you.*
Eomer: *any brief reluctance I had, any half-formed resolve to treat you tenderly in this our last night, is destroyed in the way you feel, the way you look, the way you buck and rise to meet me. No thinking, no remembering, no creeping bonechill of wherever your need brought me from -- just heat, your body and your blood and in your voice as I pull you close, crying out softly with each deep thrust, not wanting this to end but soon, soon...*
Karl: *I want so badly for this to last forever, to know only the bliss of your body pinning me in place, of your cock thrusting deep with each twist and counter-twist of hips and limbs. I swallow your moans with tangled kisses, tongues rubbing, lips melding, bound together by sweat and need... and love.*
Eomer: *There's something different about this, but it's masked in so many layers of "different" that at first it's hard to discern. As I slow down slightly, trying to drag this out, to savor every shift and shiver of your muscles as I take you, I become aware of...something...something in your kiss, the half-formed words behind them, the desperate way your hands move through my hair...and I remember something I don't mind remembering* You said...you've said, before... Do you? Still?
Karl: Always. *I cup a bristly cheek in one palm, need pulsing through me with each shift and glide. I don't even need to ask what you're talking about -- I already know. I've always been able to read you.* I love you. *I say the words as simply as I know how, some part of my soul still breaking at the fact that I didn't tell you enough while you were alive, that maybe you died thinking that I'd stopped just because we were no longer together*
Eomer: *And just like that, with the small clear click of a puzzle piece clicking into place, I know why I'm here. There was something incomplete about the way we parted. I'd felt abandoned, at the time. Like you'd pulled away before...what? I never understood. Now I know. I curl to touch my forehead to yours, briefly, golden hair falling around your face* And I love you. *And with that the dam breaks, my body arching up and back with a long deep keening gasp, completely here, completely real, and completely lost within you*
Karl: *I fight to keep my eyes open -- want to see everything reflected in yours -- but the raw emotion is too much for even me. my arms tighten, convulse, around you as I finally give in, succumb completely to you, lifting my head to yours to bury my moan in the back of your throat*
Eomer: *For a few long perfect moments all that exists is your body and mine -- breath and sweat and the creak of abused bedsprings, and the slow sleepy pull of total satisfaction. Nothing else exists. But then ice seems to sluice down my back -- I go terror-stiff and my eyes fly open, staring at something over your head where nothing could be, given the placement of the hotel wall. Nevertheless a moment later I'm down, pulling the blankets over us and shoving bodily into your arms, frantically, shaking so hard my teeth are rattling* I don't want to go yet. Don't let me go. Please...
Karl: alright. *I hold you as tight as I can, trying not to let the concern show in my voice as you do your best to crawl inside my skin. your body feels like ice for a moment, then warms up once more and the odd contrast has me more than a little worried. not now... I'm not ready yet. I bury my face in the crook of your neck and hold you as close as I can. if by sheer force of will I can keep you for just a bit longer, I will*
Eomer: *Once I'm completely within the circle of your arms, my head upon your chest so I can hear/feel your heartbeat, the cold abates. Mostly. It'll be back. It's not going to go away. I'm not going to get better. I don't get to go home.* I don't know where I'm going. *I didn't mean to say that aloud, murmured softly against your collarbone*
Karl: Hopefully someplace that doesn't have cold water. *the words are out before I can stop them -- an echo of our banter before you... yeah. before.*
Eomer: *I laugh softly* I don't mind that so much, actually. I haven't in a long time. *calming, safe here for now*
Karl: Hey. *twisting in your arms, propping my chin on your shoulder as I smile up at you* remember that first time...in dol amroth? you, me, the beach... *chuckles* ...god, you were incredible. still are, I mean, but... eh, ignore me. feeling nostalgic.
Eomer: *sleepily* Of course I do. Nothing stopping us from trying again. Just...give me a few minutes. And don't let me fall asleep. All right?
Karl: *softly, cupping your cheek* no sleeping. promise. *smiles* I think I can keep you awake.
Eomer: Promise? ...yes, of course you do. Thank you. *looping an arm around you, squeezing you hard* Nothing is ever certain. Not where I come from. Just...remember that.
Karl: I know. *leaning in to give you a sweet, soft kiss* that's the only thing making this bearable right now. that, y'know. you might be...
Eomer: *pulling you under the blanket* No "mights." Not here, not not. Just "is."
Karl: *snuggling close, hand resting warm on your stomach and drifting lower* what I love most about you. you always got it.
Eomer: *I close my eyes, following your hand by touch alone, letting all else fall away for now* And I still do. Whatever "it" is...
eomer_of_rohan of mespt and karl_urban of slashpuppets. Eomer's just been murdered. And yet it's NC-17. Go us! No, this doesn't exactly fit with what's currently going in plotwise. Is it a dream? Did it really happen? Dunno for sure, but Karl wasn't doing so well. This helped. :)Eomer: *I sit down gingerly on the edge of the bed in this strange place. I'm not sure I'm really here. I'm not sure I'm even really ME. But I'm here anyway. In part, at least.*
Karl: *I fought going to sleep as long as I possibly could, to avoid the dreams that have been plaguing me since yesterday, since... I shift restlessly, sheets tangled around my legs, fighting phantom demons, battling to save you, even though I know it's too late*
Eomer: *I chew my lip, watching you thrash, wondering what you're dreaming about, wondering if it's me. I hesitate, not knowing if this will do any good, but then I stretch out beside you, trying to put my arm around you, trying to brush dark tangles from your forehead*
Karl: *unconsciously leaning into the whisper touch, dreams shifting, changing from madness to something soothing, almost calm... and I can swear I can almost smell your familiar scent -- woodsmoke and horse -- in the room. I blink bleary eyes, seeking the source*
Eomer: *I go cold when you gaze right through me -- I manage to drag my thumb over your cheek, urging you to focus.* I'm here, Karl. Right here. Come on. LOOK.
Karl: *there it is again...that same ghost touch...and, if I concentrate, I can make out words* I'm going crazy. *I state the words calmly, voice rough with sleep, but I hear it again...and if I squint just a bit...* who's here?
Eomer: *a light pressure against your mouth, a faint warmth in the breath you inhale* Who do you think?
Karl: *it's...no. no, I didn't. except, I did. and that was. I squint again, lifting my head to seek the source of the light kiss and can just make out...* eomer?
Eomer: I think so. I know that, at least. And who you are. And that you were calling.
Karl: calling? *okay, this is far too weird. except it's real. at least, it feels real. I struggle to sit up, yawning a bit to clear the cobwebs from my head...and you're still there. still wrapped around me, not quite as heavy as I remember, but here.*
Eomer: *I'm relieved to be able to actually feel you moving against me now, heavy and real...perhaps now you can feel ME, and hear me...see me...* I guess so. Because I came, didn't I? Though I don't know where from... *I frown, a heavy barrier keeping me from knowing what happened, though part of me is absently glad that I'm not breathing because that would hurt too much*
Karl: I don't care. *twisting to fully face you, fingers lightly trailing over your beloved features, still in shock over how real you feel, how warm. if this is a dream, I'm happy enough to have it*
Eomer: *resting my forehead against yours* You were having a nightmare.
Karl: you were dying and I couldn't save you. *the edges of the dream are fuzzy, but I still remember, in vivid clarity, the despair and desperation* it really happened, didn't it? *scooting closer, legs tangled with yours, wrapping tight arms around you. whatever you are, you smell and taste like him and it's enough for me*
Eomer: *I jerk slightly at your words -- I'm not sure, I don't know, but somehow I sense that to say otherwise would be a lie, and I don't lie* I...maybe... *nuzzling into the curve of your neck* You tell me.
Karl: there was blood. a lot of it. *struggling to put the vague dream visions into words while silmultaneously trying to crawl inside you and stay* I kept trying to get to you, but there was too much blood and I kept slipping on it. *softly* I felt it. felt our connection snap.
Eomer: I did too. *the words escape before I think about it, and when I do I again find that I can't remember but I know it's true* When... Oh gods. If that's true, then...how am I here?!
Karl: good question. *glancing up at you* and why me.
Eomer: I don't know. Does there have to be a reason? Maybe here is easier, because there is where...where...I don't know. I don't remember. I don't want to remember.
Karl: then don't remember. *fierce, low whisper, brushing my lips across yours in promise* stay here with me.
Eomer: I can't. *another simple answer without thought, just fact*
Karl: yeah... *sighs* what I thought you'd say. *I tighten my arms around you anyway in reflex*
Eomer: I'm sorry. *the apology is a mere breath across your collarbone, and the cold is starting to seep in -- with a sudden convulsive shudder I push under your blankets, seeking contact, warmth, the reassuring feel of your heartbeat* I'll stay as long as I can.
Karl: I'll take as long as you can give me. *whispering the words across your jawline, needy hands racing over every familiar, beloved inch of your body*
Eomer: How long until sunrise? I think I can manage that much... *I close my eyes, savoring your touch, but jerk away as your hands run over my chest* Careful...
Karl: sorry. *mumbles, brushing lips over yours* does it still hurt? *I don't dare look down; I simply let my hands wander lower, across your stomach and hips*
Eomer: No...it's just...I remember, when you touch there. Don't want to remember. *I roll back, arm around your side pulling you with me, kissing you fiercely, sliding one leg down the outside of yours* Give me something else to take with me.
Karl: what'd you have in mind? *curling closer, nails scraping across your back as our lips meet again in a fierce kiss*
Eomer: *breathing the words into your mouth, one hand winding through your hair to hold you steady* Let me have you one last time.
Karl: *I don't bother to speak -- I let my kiss say yes for me, and wrap tight arms around you as our tongues duel together in a slick, sweet dance*
Eomer: *Good... My hands slide down your sides to push away the sheet twisted around your waist, tracing bare skin all the way until I cup your ass in both palms, fingers digging in to crush you close*
Karl: *I don't even bother to question why I'm giving myself so willingly to a ghost. I don't care. it's you, you're here, you feel so fucking real and your hands still remember exactly how to make my body burn for more*
Eomer: This could just be a dream. *now my voice is against your throat as I shift, rolling to push you down into the blankets, hands stroking up the outsides of your thighs*
Karl: I don't care. *long, drawn-out sigh, shifting restlessly beneath you, sliding a foot up your calf, hands buried in messy, tangled hair as I try to tug your mouth back up to mine*
Eomer: *I let you win that prize, shoving you into the pillows with a harsh sigh as my mouth claims yours, letting our bodies interlock in a heated shudder*
Karl: *the hell with this being a dream -- it's far too vivid and the way you taste is far too sharp. I can feel the welcome weight of your body pressing mine down, taste the need and desperation in your kiss, return it just as eagerly.* please...
Eomer: *It takes all I have to not simply slam into you right here, right now. I know you'd let me, but I still have some humanity left, and I won't do it. Luckily I know you too well -- a quick fumble at the bedside turns up what I need in your overnight bag* You had plans, �nm�dla min...?
Karl: harry...here last week... *shivering at the hot, possessive look in your eyes* what'd you call me? *it's not a phrase I ever remember you using before...and I never had to learn elven for the film*
Eomer: *I don't answer until I've earned a gasp from you, one slick hand stroking your cock in passing before working back, fingers teasing -- I love the way you look, my dark mirror, as I place each word with a hard kiss down your stomach* Arrogant...proud...beautiful.
Karl: *ragged gasp, hips arching off the mattress* you think... *one look from you silences further words. you truly do think I'm beautiful. and while it's not something I would normally be comfortable hearing, from you it feels right. loss once again threatens to overwhelm me and I ruthlessly tamp it down, comfort myself with running my fingers through your hair again, parting my legs for you in invitation.* more...
Eomer: *Your plea undoes me entirely -- I can't hold back a moment longer, hooking an arm under your knee and guiding myself into place with one shaking hand. I'm looking straight into your eyes when I fall forward into you, driving deep and true with a strangled cry, fingers digging into your hip*
Karl: *fuckyes... I force myself to keep my eyes open as you fill me, take me, claim me so completely that it shatters another hard kernel of grief buried deep. I tighten my legs around you, hips tilted up as you push me across the mattress with each ragged thrust. there's nothing practiced in this, nothing calculated. just raw need spilling from you to me and back again in an odd sort of feedback loop. no one else gives me this. no one else ever could. just you.*
Eomer: *any brief reluctance I had, any half-formed resolve to treat you tenderly in this our last night, is destroyed in the way you feel, the way you look, the way you buck and rise to meet me. No thinking, no remembering, no creeping bonechill of wherever your need brought me from -- just heat, your body and your blood and in your voice as I pull you close, crying out softly with each deep thrust, not wanting this to end but soon, soon...*
Karl: *I want so badly for this to last forever, to know only the bliss of your body pinning me in place, of your cock thrusting deep with each twist and counter-twist of hips and limbs. I swallow your moans with tangled kisses, tongues rubbing, lips melding, bound together by sweat and need... and love.*
Eomer: *There's something different about this, but it's masked in so many layers of "different" that at first it's hard to discern. As I slow down slightly, trying to drag this out, to savor every shift and shiver of your muscles as I take you, I become aware of...something...something in your kiss, the half-formed words behind them, the desperate way your hands move through my hair...and I remember something I don't mind remembering* You said...you've said, before... Do you? Still?
Karl: Always. *I cup a bristly cheek in one palm, need pulsing through me with each shift and glide. I don't even need to ask what you're talking about -- I already know. I've always been able to read you.* I love you. *I say the words as simply as I know how, some part of my soul still breaking at the fact that I didn't tell you enough while you were alive, that maybe you died thinking that I'd stopped just because we were no longer together*
Eomer: *And just like that, with the small clear click of a puzzle piece clicking into place, I know why I'm here. There was something incomplete about the way we parted. I'd felt abandoned, at the time. Like you'd pulled away before...what? I never understood. Now I know. I curl to touch my forehead to yours, briefly, golden hair falling around your face* And I love you. *And with that the dam breaks, my body arching up and back with a long deep keening gasp, completely here, completely real, and completely lost within you*
Karl: *I fight to keep my eyes open -- want to see everything reflected in yours -- but the raw emotion is too much for even me. my arms tighten, convulse, around you as I finally give in, succumb completely to you, lifting my head to yours to bury my moan in the back of your throat*
Eomer: *For a few long perfect moments all that exists is your body and mine -- breath and sweat and the creak of abused bedsprings, and the slow sleepy pull of total satisfaction. Nothing else exists. But then ice seems to sluice down my back -- I go terror-stiff and my eyes fly open, staring at something over your head where nothing could be, given the placement of the hotel wall. Nevertheless a moment later I'm down, pulling the blankets over us and shoving bodily into your arms, frantically, shaking so hard my teeth are rattling* I don't want to go yet. Don't let me go. Please...
Karl: alright. *I hold you as tight as I can, trying not to let the concern show in my voice as you do your best to crawl inside my skin. your body feels like ice for a moment, then warms up once more and the odd contrast has me more than a little worried. not now... I'm not ready yet. I bury my face in the crook of your neck and hold you as close as I can. if by sheer force of will I can keep you for just a bit longer, I will*
Eomer: *Once I'm completely within the circle of your arms, my head upon your chest so I can hear/feel your heartbeat, the cold abates. Mostly. It'll be back. It's not going to go away. I'm not going to get better. I don't get to go home.* I don't know where I'm going. *I didn't mean to say that aloud, murmured softly against your collarbone*
Karl: Hopefully someplace that doesn't have cold water. *the words are out before I can stop them -- an echo of our banter before you... yeah. before.*
Eomer: *I laugh softly* I don't mind that so much, actually. I haven't in a long time. *calming, safe here for now*
Karl: Hey. *twisting in your arms, propping my chin on your shoulder as I smile up at you* remember that first time...in dol amroth? you, me, the beach... *chuckles* ...god, you were incredible. still are, I mean, but... eh, ignore me. feeling nostalgic.
Eomer: *sleepily* Of course I do. Nothing stopping us from trying again. Just...give me a few minutes. And don't let me fall asleep. All right?
Karl: *softly, cupping your cheek* no sleeping. promise. *smiles* I think I can keep you awake.
Eomer: Promise? ...yes, of course you do. Thank you. *looping an arm around you, squeezing you hard* Nothing is ever certain. Not where I come from. Just...remember that.
Karl: I know. *leaning in to give you a sweet, soft kiss* that's the only thing making this bearable right now. that, y'know. you might be...
Eomer: *pulling you under the blanket* No "mights." Not here, not not. Just "is."
Karl: *snuggling close, hand resting warm on your stomach and drifting lower* what I love most about you. you always got it.
Eomer: *I close my eyes, following your hand by touch alone, letting all else fall away for now* And I still do. Whatever "it" is...