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“Come to bed, meldë,” Elemmírë murmured, pressing kisses to Findis’ neck, her hair draping down over her face.
Findis lifted aside the curtain of white-gold locks, peering closer at her papers. “Mm, I’m busy, Mírë,” she said. Ever since the Darkening, she’d been busy, pulled back into politics against her wishes. But it was important, she knew it was important, if she let her duties slide she knew…she knew that…
But oh, it was so hard to think with her wife’s hands on her shoulders, her hot mouth on her ear.
“The Noldor will not suffer for your taking a night off, dearest,” Elemmírë purred. “But I will, if you do not.”
Findis sighed, putting down her quill. It was hard to put up a fight when she would so much rather be spending the evening with her wife.
“Very well, you win,” she conceded, and yelped in surprise as Elemmírë lifted her out of the chair and into her arms, kissing her firmly on the lips as she carried her to bed.