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"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.

Hot, but not too hot, she stepped into the spray, pulling him with her. "You keep that up and we're never going to eat." Her hands moved to his shoulders, turning so they were both able to feel the water as it hit between them. She let her eyes flick down, taking him in as he was and arching a brow at him. "I am pretty fond of the view of you wet."

"What? Who, me? I wasn't doing anything." But his smile and tone were a little too innocent, showing just how much he knew exactly what she was talking about. He waited as she stepped underneath the spray, following along promptly, then closing his eyes as for a moment the water rained down on him.

He opened them again when she spoke, smiling a little, his gaze then traveling down her figure as well. His hands settled near her knees again, a gentle touch, unable to help himself. "Well, I am very fond of the view of you wet."

"You're a filthy liar. I guess it's good we're in the shower." She grinned, hands just enjoying touching him, spreading water over him, watching the droplets bead and trickle down.

His return compliment had her smiling, a softer one than the wide grins of before. "Thank you." And then she had to go ruin it. "Lucky for you I'm pretty much always wet the second I see you."

"So that I'm a clean liar now?" His chuckle was muffled by the running shower, as his hands trailed up and down her sides, spreading the water across her warm skin. Not really meaning to tease her now, just wanting to help clean the sweat and whatever other stains she had on her.

Her last remark hardly ruined anything for him, if anything it only amused him, and he laughed in response. The smile that lingered was a teasing one, though, as he arched an eyebrow suggestively at her. "I can't say I mind that in the least. And you look even better when we are talking about that sort of wet."

"Yes," she said, leaning in and licking his lip. "A clean, tasty liar."

Her hands moved between her legs to get off the worst of their leavings, feeling the slick of her wet and the thicker texture of his before they washed away. "You look impossible to deny when you're standing there about to tear your pants open with no hands. It's an impressive trick."

He hummed and closed his eyes, pressing his lips just so as she leaned down, in a brief kiss. Then he grinned again, another laugh leaving him as she answered. "Why, thank you. Perhaps next time I will be successful and actually rip them by the seams."

"I'd actually like to see that happen." Which meant that she'd probably be making a concerted effort to get him aroused and keep him that way whenever he had his pants on.

Good luck with that, Fili.

Oh, that sounded vaguely ominous there, especially with the way she looked at him. And yet, he could not help being amused at the mental image, though he didn't think that ripping his trousers apart through the power of his arousal alone could ever happen. Unless he happened to wear particularly tight and flimsy trousers...

"That was not an invitation for you to test it," he stared flatly for a moment, as his hands ran down her inner thighs as well, washing them clean. Or that was his purpose, at least.

Fili in skinny jeans. 'Nuff said.

"Sure sounded like one to me." She grinned, her hands moving over his as their fluids were washed away and she was clean. For the most part. Which just left him, and she moved to slide her hand over his shaft, slow and careful and teasing in making sure it was equally clean.

He'd need them tailored especially. Too short, but too stocky.

Luckily the two rounds did leave him sufficiently spent that her touch didn't have him reacting quite as he would have in another situation. He did sigh pleasantly at the touch, nuzzling between her breasts for a moment, then planting a small kiss as he finished cleaning down her thighs, then cupped his hand over her sex to clean her there as well. He tried not to tease much then, at least, simply wanting to use the water to wash off all the remnants of their earlier activities and nothing more.

She might be willing to dish out the funds for that, because dayum, Fili.

Funny how both could have hands on the other's genitals and actually just be cleaning and not driving crazy. Though, it was still pleasant, washing or not, and when he was clean to her satisfaction, she leaned down and cupped his face in her hands, tipping it up so she could kiss him. "Now, how about I feed you since you've been so good at working up my appetite?"

Good luck convincing him to squeeze himself into a pair of those, though.

He continued to clean her for a while longer, finally drawing his hand away just as she cupped his face, his hands settling on her hips for a moment. Returning the kiss, he smiled as she broke the contact, and with a nod he made to step out of the shower, trusting that she would turn off the water herself. "Please. All this talk of chicken has left me very hungry."

She'd offer him incentive.

"You? I'm the one that did all the work." Okay, that was just to tease, but she did turn the water off, not really looking as she did because hey, naked dwarf. It was a very pleasant sight. Enough so that she gave that adorable dwarf ass a smack as she stepped out, reaching for a towel to dab herself dry with.

... curses.

He laughed at the remark first, then yelped when she smacked his rear, covering it with a hand as he turned around. "Oh, ten minutes ago I supposedly had magical dwarven sex abilities, now you did all the work?" He teased, waiting for her to finish drying herself off, then he stole the towel from her. Yes, she could just stand there naked.

She would. In fact, she'd leave the room after giving him a quick kiss, calling back as she strode around her apartment comfortably nude. "No reason both can't apply. Magic doesn't take a lot out of you physically, after all. Or so I've heard." She went into the kitchen and started pulling out what she wanted; setting up the pan with oil, turning on the oven to bake the chicken she wanted for the salad. She could do two at once and this was all part of trying to impress him. To show him she was a good provider. That he'd never be hungry. The deeper meaning was that he and their children would never be hungry, but that wasn't quite what she was going for here. The psychology of it was something she was aware of, but even knowing she wasn't actively trying to tie him down as a mate, she couldn't help the way she wanted to go through the motions. He was hers. Even if just for now, he was, and she wanted to show him it wasn't a bad choice.

"Want something to drink?"

And he would follow after her happily, discarding the towel and not really thinking about putting on clothes as he padded over to the kitchen, and watched as she moved around with ease. She wouldn't need to do much to impress him, mind. He knew how to operate most of the appliances in a kitchen now, but still she was far more skilled and accustomed to it all than he was, and he could tell. As for whatever meaning there was to it, he did not think much of it, and were he to know, he would promptly tell her that she did not have to. She did not have to show him that she could take care of him, or provide for him; she did not need to do anything as if to prove herself, to show him that he had made a good choice - he knew he had.

Although he would also argue that in the matters of the heart, there was no such thing as a choice to begin with.

"Just some water right now, thank you," he smiled, leaning against the edge of a chair. "Do you need help?"

In the matters of the heart, she'd agree with him. Their little tryst had come out of the blue for her and the intensity with which she was drawn to them was like some kind of adrenaline rush. But sometimes that's just what it was like for her kind. Some went from partner to partner, settling with the one they found themselves most compatible with and both parties were generally happy with that. With those sorts of pairings, straying outside was common, but it was also not really looked down on like humans seemed to. Then there were the other ones. The soul matches. The ones that swept both parties up and even a clan feud couldn't tear them apart. Not that she speculated about it, but if she did, she might think this was closer to the latter, if not exactly so.

She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, bringing it over to him and petting his hair back, draping it over his back, cupping his face again, his beard tickling her palms as she gave him another kiss, sighing. "Mm, not at all. Make yourself comfortable. I think I've got some rolls I can heat up if you'd like that as well. They'll go good with the salad." Food. Food was something she knew her way around. Most shifters did. It seemed dwarves were just as fond, and a small smile played around her lips as she hummed to herself, getting the breading for the fried chicken prepared, lighter on spices than one would normally find, but with a heightened palate, heavy wasn't needed. He seemed to have a better sense of smell than a human, so she hoped he'd be okay with lighter as well.

Riley was a happy kitty in the kitchen and it showed.

Dwarves were no strangers to such casual connections, especially when often times their dams did not seek to marry, and Fíli himself had had his fair share of rolls in the hay. But nothing like this, no; he could tell the difference, could taste it in each kiss they shared, in the smallest of touches just the same. And for now, he was content not giving it too much thought, simply enjoying the moments they had with one another thoroughly, much like he was doing right now.

He smiled at yet another kiss, his hands resting briefly over hers when she cupped his bearded cheeks. He didn't know exactly what a roll was, if maybe it was something he knew only by another name, but his empty stomach seemed to think it sounded good, growling softly at the mention of it. "That sounds very nice. But you can do whatever you like, I'm sure I will love anything you make me."

It seemed they were in the same situation; both familiar with more casual occasions of intimacy, but both aware that there was something... different. Still, now was the time for food, not introspection. She'd have plenty of time to go over the particulars of this when she didn't have a hungry dwarf in her kitchen. A baking sheet when in the oven, laden with chicken. Not long after that, she started to slowly lay pieces in the heated oil, the hissing and sizzling loud as soon as meat touched liquid. While the meat cooked, she set about preparing the mixings for the salad, finding the rolls and setting them on another sheet so she could pop them in the oven closer to food time.

And through it all, she hummed, occasionally shooting him a look and smiling. "What about dwarven cuisine? Tell me about some staples in that?"

Dwarven curiosity was very much a thing, so after a moment of letting her cook, he finally stepped closer, still making sure he kept out of her way. His eyebrows knit together at the thick layer of oil in the pan, then he visibly startled when it sizzled at the addition of the chicken. It seemed quite hot, and vaguely Fíli thought that it wouldn't be too pleasant if even a small drop of that landed on bare skin.

He kept silent as she went on to take care of the salad, though, clearly curious about the entire process she went through there, at the question then looking at her. "Well... Mostly we do meat dishes. But we do have mashed potatoes in goat milk, for instance. We also have a dish made with goat guts. And desserts, of course, layered cakes and biscuits... But I think my favourite is the roasted boar my mother used to make. She would use plenty of spices, herbs that I haven't found here. She also did this chicken stew when I was younger, for..." He trailed off, then just smiled. "I remember it was very good, though I can't remember what was in it."

She didn't mind him moving closer at all, moving around him and laying light little touches here or there with her arm or hip as she brushed by. Yes, the oil was not something that she'd want landing on naked dwarf skin, so stay away, Fili.

But she listened to his explanation, nodding at the mashed potatoes, having done similar recipes herself. She wondered idly how he'd take to scalloped potatoes, putting that on a list of things to make for him later, along with shepherd's pie and lasagna. Big, hearty dishes that could be shared with large groups. Maybe she'd bring something over for him, his brother, and the other one he shared his home with. She made a pleased hum at the sound of roast boar, remembering a few she'd had herself. "Mm, maybe we'll have to see if we can't go hunt down some boar. I wouldn't mind that at all."

She paused a little when he trailed off, a brow lifting in curiosity. "For what? When you got sick? I think that's a sort of universal mom-thing. Chicken soup or stew is pretty much a go-to for moms with sick kids."

Flipping the chicken over in the pan, she felt the sizzle and burn as a few pops of oil landed on her stomach and side, ignoring it for the most part beyond a flinch, then going to line a plate with paper towel. "What's your favorite dessert? Here or home?"

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