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Azof and the Farmer's Wife	By : kspence Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 9835 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The arm Azof had thrown around her waist during the night was now under the bedclothes, under Julienne’s nightdress, and was rubbing in warm, slow circles over her stomach. The Orc himself was pressed tight behind her. During the night he had climbed under the blankets and as he had at some point also removed his shirt, his upper body and arms were bare. He was radiating a great deal of body-heat and on a chilly morning it felt warm, and almost indecently comfortable to have him lying beside her.
“Thought you said you were going to behave yourself,” the farmer’s wife mumbled.
“That was last night,” Azof grumbled, “an’ I was out of sorts. Come on, Jules. Ain’t you feeling frisky yet?” Now he was carrying out a thorough, one-handed exploration of her breasts, breaking off from time to time to pinch a nipple, squeezing and rolling it languorously between his fingertips.
“That’s good, yeah? Used to like to do it to meself, sometimes, too.”
The Orc’s teeth nibbled along her shoulder, down to the angle of her neck. He seemed to have a definite affinity for this general area and licked, and nuzzled, and bit, his hot, damp, breath sending delightful shivers running down her spine.
“Didn’t you ever lie ‘ere, thinking about me an’ touching yourself up? ‘Cos it’s def’nitely what I’d’ve wanted to’ve done.”
“Maybe,” the farmer’s wife said. Of course she’d indulged in nothing of the sort.
Azof groaned. “Oh! I’d’ve loved to ‘ave been ‘ere an’ seen that. Go on Jules – show me what you done.”
Drowsily Julienne moved the Orc’s hand down her body, guiding his fingers to gently circle round and around the outside of her sex.
“Soft and – slow, like that?”
Julienne nodded briefly, biting her lips.
“You wanted it rougher the other day, though, didn’t c’her?” Azof whispered, in her ear. “I couldn’t believe it, when you come off just from me using me ‘and.”
Distractedly, Julienne muttered that that had been the other day, and now, things were different.
“Is that right?” the Orc seemed intrigued. “If you’re a bloke it’s more of what you’d call an all or nuffink experience.”
In its way it was arousing, but - if only he’d stop talking, now!
“Azof!” Keeping his hand in place with her own hand plus the pressure of her thighs, Julienne rolled onto her back, caught the back of Azof’s neck in the crook of her other arm, and pulled him down to kiss him on the mouth.
The Orc grunted in surprise. It took him a moment to respond and when he did, it was with far more enthusiasm than a polished technique. Their teeth clashed together and he had no idea what to do with his tongue. He fumbled, messily, with his lips.
Julienne didn’t care.   Gasping her arousal into Azof’s half-open mouth she moved herself against him, shifted his fingers to press either side of the point that created the most exquisite pressure –
“There? You want me there, yeah?”
Julienne moaned as the tension built, and built. She seized hold of the Orc’s hand, kept it in place with her own, trembling and shaking against him.
“Yeah? ” Azof flicked his thumbnail experimentally over the most sensitive area, then smoothed over and around it with the pad of his thumb; rubbed and flicked and kept rubbing and flicking until the tension that had been building peaked. As it finally broke, sending out a burst of sharply pleasurable sensation, the farmer’s wife gave an inarticulate cry.
If she’d opened her eyes she’d have seen the Orc staring, wide-eyed, at her. He made a soft sound of disbelief, low in his throat. “Jules!”
Afterwards, breathing heavily and wincing a bit, he carefully withdrew his hand, which looked cramped, noting wryly, that –
“You ‘ad a good, tight, grip on it.” Flushing, Julienne began to apologize.
“Nah. Nah,” he said, very earnestly, staring into her eyes . “I liked it.” He bussed her wetly on the cheek. “Seeing you like that - it was brilliant.”
They lay together for a time, quite contented. Then -
“Now, what’s for breakfast?”  Azof said.
“Bacon and eggs.” Julienne supposed he had earned himself a bite of breakfast, if nothing else. Even if it had been entirely too pleasurable, lazing in bed with him.
“I’ll gerrit. Fetch it to you,” Azof said. “Back in a jiff.” And it was no idle offer either; the Orc was out of bed with his shirt on and was already half-way through the door. “You’ll want yours cooked, yeah?”
“Yes, please. The frying pan’s on the –“
“On the kitchen windowsill. Yeah. I know.”
“You know your way around the kitchen?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that, but I can find me way round yours.” (Of course he could. After all those nights he’d spent, looking in.) “Dunno about proper cooking, but I’m up to frying a couple slices of bacon.”
The farmer’s wife had to allow that he was. The rashers were beautifully cut as thin, even slices from the belly-portion she’d smoked in the chimney (it came as no real surprise that the Orc’s knife-skills were top-notch) and he fried them to a perfect, delicate crispness. The eggs also passed muster and if the bread he’d toasted was a little scorched, then the fact of Azof having even attempted to cook for her – much less than him having delivered an eatable result – more than made up for that.
Feeling slightly stunned, Julienne had lain in bed, listening to the Orc clattering around her kitchen. At one point he’d gone outside, where she could hear him splitting kindling to stoke up the fire in the stove.
As she lay there, listening to him, Julienne tried to remember the last time someone had brought her breakfast in bed. Actually she couldn’t recall such a thing as ever happening, and later said as much to Azof.
He gave her an odd look.  “M’used to shifting for meself. Don’t need to ‘ave no-one runnin’ round after me.”
Except for up hill and down dale, those times he’d had her chasing him across the countryside, Julienne thought, but - probably wisely – didn’t comment.
There may have had an ulterior motive behind the serving of breakfast in bed however, as afterwards he climbed right back in with her.
Julienne shook her head, regretfully. “I can’t stay here with you all day, Azof,” she told him. “There’s things I have to do.”
He gave a truculent rumble. “Wot things.”
“Well – the chickens need letting out, for one.”
“Done it,” Azof sounded pleased with himself. “An’ I filled the water bucket in the field with them sheep. An’ fed the cat. ”
The farmer’s wife wondered at what point he’d become so familiar with her list of morning tasks.
“Few times I was ‘ere you maybe didn’t see me,” he explained. “When that farm-lad come round. Thought you mightn’t want to let on I’d been ‘anging about.”
Giving in for once to an impulse of pure indolence, Julienne relaxed back against him. He’d already seen to the most pressing chores, so it couldn’t hurt to linger a little longer, surely? The Orc’s arms wrapped round her immediately and he grumbled out one of his deep-voiced grunts of satisfaction, holding her tight, clutching her close.
In due course and predictably enough, his hands began wandering, once again.   For a while Azof occupied himself in playing with the ends of the ribbon at the neck of Julienne’s nightgown. The long row of buttons closing it at the front were next, and kneeling beside her in the bed - working clumsily at first - he began unfastening them one by one. Smoothing the fabric carefully back as he exposed more and more of her, he began mouthing and licking a warm trail down the centre of Julienne’s body.
It was difficult for Julienne not to feel self-conscious, under such close and intense scrutiny, but she tried to keep in mind that her form had been pleasing enough to Azof when he was looking through the window at her, before. When he stopped, just around the level of her waist she had only time for a flash of doubt; her figure was still trim enough, certainly, but the skin there was not in the best condition, being in places loosened, and scored with rows of faint, silvery striations -
“What’s all this?” Azof exclaimed, seemingly not so much disgusted, as concerned. “Never seen nuffing like this before. Was someone trying to – hurt you, or somethink?”
Julienne explained that such markings were sometimes left at the end of a woman’s pregnancy.
“You’ve ‘ad kids?” the Orc seemed surprised. “Ain’t seen any of yours round ‘ere - or down the village, neither. Where’re they to, then?”
“Oh, they’re gone,” the farmer’s wife said.
Azof drew himself up abruptly. Crouching beside her he narrowed his eyes. “So they was killed,” he said slowly, “in the War?”
“No! They’ve gone – gone away, that’s all. First chance I got I sent them far as I could from here. One’s apprenticed with my sister’s husband. The other’s on a trading boat, out at sea. They’re doing well. They write when they can. I get letters, sometimes.”
The Orc nodded understandingly. “But you didn’t want to ‘ave them round you?”
“’Of course I did! What I didn’t want was them staying in this forsaken place to be farmers who marry their own cousins!”
“Huh!” Azof relaxed again, pulled her back against his chest; waited a moment and then, almost casually, stuck his hand back down the front of her dress.
They drew apart much later.
“Gotta go,” Azof told her, regretfully. “Better show me face at some point or them lot’ll get their knickers in a right twist.”
“You’re needing to check in?” Julienne said. “Up on that - mountain?”
“Nah. There’s somethink else I gotta see about. But,” he went on hopefully, “it’s not far an’ I won’t be long. What d’you think about me maybe coming back ‘ere, after?”
As much as she insisted to herself that she was completely indifferent to Azof, as well as his various comings and goings, Julienne couldn’t deny her pleasure at the prospect of seeing him again so soon. She had to bite the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from out-and-out beaming back at him.
“All right, Azof,” she said, mildly. “That might be nice.”
He was back just after dark.
Julienne was swept off her feet, literally, as the Orc rushed in to greet her. He picked her up against his chest and carried her over to the kitchen table, not breaking their embrace as he set her down on the edge of it. With a low moan of relief, he began kissing her, clumsily.
“Oh, Jules, I’ve missed you,” he muttered, against her neck.
And he’d only been gone for the afternoon!
“Well?” Azof said. “Felt loads longer than that, didn’t it?”
He delivered more kisses, onto the sides of Julienne’s face, along her jaw, and then hesitantly, her mouth. “Did you not miss me, even a little bit?”
Julienne took her time before answering, pulling him back and deepening the kiss in a way that made Azof catch his breath and groan.   “Might’ve done,” she said, “I suppose.”
Azof clasped her tightly. “All I could think about was being wiv’ you, in bed again.”
The farmer’s wife tried to quell a delightful, if not completely ladylike shiver of anticipation as she thought about what was likely to go on after she and the Orc returned to bed. As before, when in Azof’s company, all at once Julienne found that she was felt very aware of herself, of her feminine portions, and all the sensuous, bodily desires that had been for so long overlooked.
The sudden feeling of exposure was too much, and feeling overwhelmed, she had to turn away. A retreat to mundane, if more familiar, wifely ground helped her regain a little of her composure.
“There’s – dinner, if you want it,” she said.
If the Orc was wrong-footed by her abrupt change of subject, it lasted only for a moment.   Cocking his head he said -
“You’ve made dinner? For me?”
“If you don’t fancy it, it’s only broth. Vegetables, mostly.”
“No – no, I’ll ‘ave it,” he said quickly, grinning. “Better keep me strength up, eh?” He came and stood very close again, nuzzling, butting his nose, his lips, against Julienne’s cheeks. Looking into her eyes, he added very seriously - “and then bed, eh?”
The farmer’s wife blushed. “If you like.”

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