❝ This is my favorite seat. ❞ (Thingol from Melian 💀) -✧- @sindarlin
His eyes glinted mischievously - which was a rare show of emotion saved chiefly for his wife - as Melian sat on his lap, legs framing his own. "You have your own throne in which you often comfortably sit as a Queen of all Doriath," he began in response. "Yet your throne of choice is that of the lap of your devoted husband and King? I daresay you have one most loyal to your rule."
Thingol's eyes strayed not from Melian as he slid his hands effortlessly underneath her mantle and onto her cool skin, up her sides and then down, along her thighs.
"You may have me as you will, my dearest," he said as he leaned forward to catch her lips in a light, teasing kiss. "How may I serve my treasured wife?" The longer he felt her underneath his touch, the tighter his leggings became.
