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He kept at it for a while longer, not enough to lick her clean, not with how wet she'd gotten and how much he'd come inside her, but plenty for him to taste, to swallow down and even leave some of those fluids lingering on his lips. As he pulled away, he licked them clean, prompt in doing as she asked, and he crawled up on the bed once more, his body a soft yet heavy weight as he slumped onto the mattress, feeling like a boneless mass almost.

Rolling from his side and onto his back, he scooted closer to her, putting an arm underneath her before she laid down next to him. He kissed her hand, her arm, whatever of her skin he could reach, urging her closer so that they could cuddle for a little while. "That was... hm, quite nice." He was teasing, of course. It had, in fact, been much, much better than just quite nice.

He lay down and she curled up next to him like the sated cat she was. Her knee was over his leg, her head tucked up on his shoulder as she did the same as he did; kissing bits of skin and smoothing her arm over his chest to better tuck herself close. She let out a very contented sigh, nuzzling against his hair and smelling that mingled scent, knowing she was never going to be able to sleep in her room again without thinking of him.

A short laugh at the understatement, her next kiss carrying a nip along with it. "Nice my butt. That was amazing. But I'm kind of picking up on the fact that I should get used to it since you're just incredibly good at everything you do. Especially sex. I'm starting to think you have some dwarf magic or something that just makes it better."

"Better not get used to it," he hummed with a small chuckle, not minding that light nip in the least. If anything, his breath caught at the light shiver that spread through him in reaction to it. He curled is arm locked underneath her head and neck so that his fingers could lightly trace over the skin of her back, in small, soothing circles. "So that every time, it can be an amazingly pleasant and pleasurable surprise. For the both of us."

"I think I want to get used to you." It was quiet, but not too quietly said, her hand resting over his heart, fingers playing lightly over the lighter strands of hair there. She didn't mind admitting that much to him, since if the stains on her sheets were anything to go by, he didn't seem to mind her company -- or being interrupted at work for a sex break.

He looked at her, a little surprised but in all the good ways, a different sort of warmth spreading from the centre of his chest at her words. Smiling, he turned just so, enough to plant a soft but lingering kiss on her lips. "That is a whole other thing," he murmured, not really pulling away, his lips still touching hers even as he spoke. "And I should hope for the same. That we both get used to one another... Because that is something we both want."

Her hand lifted to the side of his face, stroking it as she tipped her head to kiss him back, tasting herself and him heavy on his lips. "I'd like it very much." The truth and nothing but the truth. She looked up into blue eyes and felt herself falling just that little bit more for him.

And to think, all she'd wanted was a hunting partner.

That was as much true to her as it was to him. He had only sought a hunting partner, a new friend, and instead found something else entirely, something much more than that. But then again, that made it all the better still, he thought, that there had been no plans or expectations, all the more pleasant a surprise, simply because neither of them saw it until after it had happened.

Even now, he had the feeling he was yet to see the full picture, so close he was standing to it that he only saw a small part. But he liked being engulfed in it as he was, so he did not once think to step back.

His fingers stroked her face, cupping her jaw as his thumb brushed over her cheek. He rested on his back again, head falling onto the bed lazily, a different sort of elation traveling through him right now. Softly, he added. "Now I really want to braid your hair."

Her head rested back on his shoulder and she smiled, hand coming back to over his heart on his chest. "Yeah? I suppose that would be okay..." Now who was teasing who? It wasn't quite the same as the grooming her family did, but playing with hair was close enough and the idea of him wanting to do it, that it held a meaning to him made it that much more of something she wanted.

"So, how many braids are we talking about? Is there any significance to the number or where you put them?" She wanted to know more about his customs, about what he liked, what he did, what made his heart beat faster and what meant something to him.

"Well, I was thinking about weaving them on your head..." he delivered that with a teasing grin, leaving to her imagination as to where else on her body she had enough hair to be braided. But joking aside, he continued on to answer her question more honestly, even if he didn't have much of a concrete answer to give.

"As many braids as we'd like, I suppose. I'm sure there are a few rare cases where specific styles and specific beads mean specific things, but I've never learnt them." Like in mourning, and most especially courtship - those were very unique braids, ones that let any dwarf know just what they meant, simply by looking at them. "But I think... I would like for us to have matching braids. So four, perhaps, like mine?"

"Matching braids, mm?" She tried to keep that giddy sort of pleasure out of her tone, and likely failed. It wasn't quite the same as something like a mating mark, but... it was something. Something that showed that the two of them were likely in close company. The truth of just how close that company was wasn't anyone's business -- unless they asked. "I think I'd like that."

His first comment, however, had her thinking about where she could add a few extra braids, not the only one with hair elsewhere... It had her smirking, head tucking against his chest to hide it.

It was closer to it, certainly, though Fíli saw it more as a show to one another, rather to anyone else. Even if others would likely notice, and might just take their guesses as to what those braids meant, that was a meaning for them and them alone.

Her little smirk had him arching an eyebrow, and with a lopsided smile of his own, he asked. "What is so amusing, might I ask?"

"You. You're utterly adorable. And..." She trailed off, head tucking closer as she tried not to laugh. Now his groin braids had beads, only these ones chimed and she was picturing the look others would give him if his crotch jingled when he walked. There was a giggle.

"Oh, so you're laughing at me, then?" He could not help but laugh as well, even if he didn't know what they were laughing at. Simply hearing the giggles coming from her made him do the same himself, amused and endeared at her, rather than at whatever she found so amusing.

"Maybe a little." She lifted her head, smiling widely as she lifted up and gave him a quick kiss, then settled back down. "But in a good way, I promise."

She moved to settle in against him, her stomach picking that moment to rumble loudly. "Seems I might have to make something to munch on sooner than later."

"Hmm. Then I suppose I will forgive you for it." His tone joking, of course, because there wasn't anything for him to forgive.

He chuckled softly at the rumbling sound, and promptly his stomach did the same, as if agreeing with hers, though that sound was a little softer. "In a moment, we will. Go and prepare ourselves something to... ah, munch on."

"If I could just live off sex, I think I'd be fine. But... chicken, Fili. Tasty, tasty chicken." She made a happy sounding sigh, arm sliding around his side to let her give him a squeeze. "I got some ambrosia type thingy from the deli that tastes like sin. We can have that for dessert."

"If I could just live off sex... I would still want food. Food and drink, plenty of it," he said with an amused tone. Eating was a pleasure as well, after all, not just something he did because he needed it to live. Tipping his head to the side, he looked at her again. "What is ambrosia? Or... the deli, for that matter?"

"Mm, good dwarf. Smart dwarf." Yet another thing they had in common. She angled her head up to see him better as they talked. "Ambrosia? It's a dessert that's kind of like a fruit salad, but this one's different. It's like... raspberry marshmallow fluff mousse with fruit. Which... probably isn't very helpful, but trust me. You'll like it. And the deli's a part of the grocery store. It's the counter you go get your meats and cheeses from, but they sometimes have mixed salads, desserts, and other tasties there too."

He knitted his eyebrows together as she described the dish, because that was a lot of strange and previously unfamiliar words put together. In the end he at least had a slight notion of what it was, so he nodded. Even if he couldn't picture it properly, there was nothing like giving it a try. "Then I should like that very much. After that chicken that you mentioned."

"Lots of chicken? Do you have a preference for deep fried or chicken salad? Or should I do both. I'm happy with both." Things Riley was passionate about; food, hunting, family... and apparently sex with dwarves.

Well, he was more than happy to provide in what he could, clearly. "Deep fried sounds delicious, although I have never had it before. I don't like salad much, though, I must say. But if it has chicken in it..." He shrugged. The mix did sound better than just eating plain salad.

"You've never had deep-- oh, that's it. Deep fried coming up. And chicken salad. Which isn't really a salad. I have no idea why they call half the things salads that they do, other than maybe because it's a bunch of things in a bowl." She moved to push herself up, crawling over to kiss him enthusiastically before moving to get off the bed. "I'm just going to grab a quick shower and, ah... clean up a little first." Because yes, there was still the smear of their mixed fluids between her thighs and more might make its way out as she stood. "You're welcome to join me."

He chuckled a bit at her enthusiasm, though he was admittedly even more looking forward to trying those dishes now, with a reaction like that. His eyes followed her as she stood up, admiring all the curves he had touched, all the spots he had kissed, and alike all the places where she was a dirty mess after what they'd done.

And that offer - how could he resist? So of course he shifted on the bed too, hopping off of it and chasing after her towards the bathroom. "Well, since you insist...!"

Chasing. That was a thing with shifters and letting herself get caught spoke volumes about her wants and desires with him. But she only let him keep her for a moment before turning to get the water started, nice and hot so she could make food without worrying about getting anything... untowards in it. And the bonus of a wet, naked Fili was... well, a bonus.

He only put his arms around her briefly, kissing the skin on her side, then let her go, waiting as she turned on the tap. She knew better than he did how to work it, so he waited instead, brushing a hand down her inner thigh and towards her knee as he stepped closer to test the temperature of the water as well.

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