1. Nan Elmoth.

Voltaire said that it’s not enough to conquer: one must learn to seduce. Write a story or poem or create artwork where seduction plays a central role.

Desires

“You know you want to.”

“No, no I don’t, Erestor. Right now I want to sleep, that’s my great ambition.”

“Before you sleep. You know you like to before you sleep.”

“If that’s what you want to believe, go right ahead. But no, I am sleeping. You’re on your own with this.”

Soft kisses to Glorfindel’s shoulder, silken hair sliding teasingly across his arm. “Are you telling me you’re not even a teeny bit interested? It’s the perfect way to end a cosy winter’s evening.”

“Go away.”

A lock of silken hair traced the outline of his ear. “Please? Want it so badly. I’ll make it worth your while.”

Silence, then bedcovers were thrown back abruptly, letting in icy air as Glorfindel sat up.

Erestor grabbed the covers. “No, it’s cold!”

“Yes, it’s cold. And that’s why you’re keeping me out of my sleep – because you’re too damn delicate to put something warm on and go down to the kitchen yourself for a late night cup of chocolate.”

“And you’ll make it just the way I like it, won’t you? With cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon. Thank you, my hero. I knew you wouldn’t leave me to suffer for long.” Erestor’s voice was a satisfied purr.

Pulling on pants and shirt, looking for his warm cloak, the one with the fur lining, Glorfindel looked back over his shoulder at the tempter curled up warmly under hastily drawn up covers, black hair spreading out across the pillows. “Oh yes, I’ll make it just the way you like it. And then when you’ve finished the last drop, you’ll thank me – just the way I like it, too.”

An innocent smile accompanied a meaningful flick of lashes. “I might have an interesting use for the last few mouthfuls. If you’re curious, you’d better hurry along.”

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