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"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?"

"Yes, and then make a roast out of it," he hummed pleasantly just thinking about it, even if he knew it would never be like his mother's dish. But he could surely find other seasonings for it, ones just as tasty, and come up with a whole new way to cook that meat on his own. "I'll be the one to cook it for you then. I am no cook, to be honest, but I will do my best to show a little of the dwarven flavour."

Not that kind of flavour, Riley, don't think dirty things.

He was quiet for a moment as she spoke after, waiting for her to finish, though in true it was mainly him dealing with his own hesitation about this topic. But finally he shook his head and spoke up. "No. Dwarves don't really get sick-- only injured, if anything. She made it for my father, is what I meant. It was his favourite dish."

The mention of dessert had him brightening up though, and without pause to think, he answered. "Chocolate. Anything with chocolate. I'm quite fond of brownies right now."

She had to actually fight back a giggle at that, pleased more than she should be at the idea of him cooking her something. She managed to keep it to a smile, nodding at him in agreement. "I'd like that. I'd like it a lot."

... Too late.

There was a hesitance in the way he spoke and when he mentioned his father and the look on his face, she thought maybe that wasn't such a happy subject after all. Or it had been, but circumstances had taken one or the other away, and that was no good. "Chalk up another thing we have in common. The not getting sick thing. But we did do stupid things, like break legs or ribs or... well. We were kind of dumb kids." She chuckled at the memory of some of the more risky things her and her brothers had done in the name of adventure.

The way he perked up was noticeable, and the mention of chocolate had her laughing. "Chocolate? Really? Can't say I'm surprised you have a sweet tooth. And brownies are delicious. So's fudge. Hot fudge on ice cream. Chocolate truffles. Mm, chocolate cheesecake? Ugh, now my mouth is watering. I know there's a bakery somewhere nearby. I smell it on my runs. Maybe I'll have to go find some brownies or... ooh. Nanaimo bars. No, wait. Stop distracting me with chocolate."

She pulled out the two pieces of fried chicken, setting them on the plate and adding two more. There were six pieces in the oven at the moment for the salad and she planned to make six fried pieces. She knew her own appetite was large and from what she'd seen of Fili's and the way they'd all but devoured the deer and rabbits... well. It wasn't just her.

"Oh, yes. Kíli and I are all too familiar with the concept of running about getting into trouble. In fact," he started, then lifted his arm to show the scar going along his side, just below his armpit. "This was one of my brother's arrows. And..." he dropped his arm, then pointed to the large scar going up his right arm. "This was one of his swords. Of course, most of our ventures didn't have such violent outcomes, but..."

She could get a pretty good notion of how dwarves didn't mind playing a little rough. Even if Kíli had bawled his eyes out both times, thinking he'd killed his brother.

Her little ramble amused him greatly, and at the last words he outright laughed."Me? I only mentioned it! You were the one going on such a passionate speech." And he hadn't understood half of what she said, but all of it still sounded delicious. "I take it you have chocolate in your world?"

New chicken set in to sizzle, she came over to look at the scars he pointed out, tracing her fingers over them and appeasing her curiosity over how he'd gotten them. "Dwarves and shifters would get along fine. We're a pretty rough and tumble batch, especially when we're scrapping with fur." Claws and teeth, Fili.

She snorted at the accusation, teasing though it was. "I take it by that you don't? God, yes, we have chocolate. We're a pretty indulgent world." Her fingers found a strand of hair, curling it and playing with it as she spoke to him. "Chocolate comes in all forms. Solid, like in bars or chips. Melted, like fudge. Liquid, like syrup. In fact--" She turned and went over to a cupboard, opening it and lifting up on her toes to reach it, pulling the dark plastic bottle down and waggling it at him. "This. It's great in milk for chocolate milk or over ice cream or... just out of the bottle, but don't tell my mom I do that because she hates it."

"Oh yes, I've no difficulty imagining," he huffed, thinking back to only a while ago, when she had been digging her nails hard into his skin. "And true, we dwarves are quite sturdy, but we still don't heal as quick or easily as you do."

Which is to say, were he to get in the middle of something like that, he could very well leave with a few cuts and bruises that would last to tell the tale for a while.

"We don't, no." Chocolate and coffee, two big novelties for him. Well, and champagne. And ice cream. Can't forget the mozzarella sticks either. Basically, just... a lot of things. Curiosity peaked, he walked over to where she was, very much resisting the urge to touch up her thighs and over her ass when she stretched like that, and when she showed him the bottle, he reached to take it, uncapping it and sniffing a bit. "Rest assured... Should I ever meet your mother, I will not breathe a word of it." Smiling, he tipped his head back and squirted a generous amount of the chocolate into his mouth.

"Which is why I'll treat you like the delicate flower you are." She barely managed to keep a straight face with that.

He was free to touch her as he pleased, but he already knew that. When he took the bottle, she thought it would be to look at it, but then it was upended and a stream went into his mouth and she laughed. Seemed her dwarf was a bit of a glutton. Perfect. She took the bottle back, holding it up over his head. "Hey. This is for... well, eating. If you want some, you have to have it on something."

Of course, that something could very well just be her thigh or hip, but she'd leave it to him to figure out.

"Please... don't. I can handle plenty of rough, believe me." He ended that with a teasing wink, right before lifting that bottle. But then it was being taken away from him all too soon, and he let out a noise of complaint, close to a whine, through his mouthful of chocolate topping. But at least he swallowed before trying to talk, thankfully - or that would have been quite a disgraceful and unflattering mess.

"Oh, so it's fine when you do it, but not me?" He pointed out, but rather than complain further, he chose to focus on her last words instead, smile sharpening as a hand trailed up the back of her leg, and he looked down all too intently. "Well, I do have quite a few ideas in mind right now."

Arousal flared quickly, Riley biting her lip as she looked down at him. "Keep them in mind until after we eat. I'm not burning our food because I'm too distracted by licking chocolate off your--. Off you." That whine was distracting, but so was the idea of Fili covered in chocolate.

She hmphed, moving back to the cupboard to put it up on the high shelf. "But... if you liked it, I'll make sure to pick up more next time I go shopping. Maybe extra whipped cream as well?" She moved to quickly turn the chicken over, then gave him her full attention again.

"Of course," he murmured, feeling his insides warmer as his mind promptly finished her thought-- or what it was before she cut it short. "Ought to keep something sweet for dessert, after all."

Dropping a quick and light kiss to her back, he dropped his hand, pulling away before he got aroused again himself. Not likely, true. But still. "Whipped cream. That's the white thing, yes? Is it nice too?"

"Oh, honey." She laughed, shaking her head. Going over to the fridge, she debated between the can or the tub. Yes, she had both. Don't judge her. Pulling out the can, she gave it a shake. "If it's for something like a big dinner with pumpkin pie or something, I like to make it from scratch, but... this stuff's not so bad. Scratch is better because you can flavor it with vanilla or cinnamon or whatever you want, but for a quick fix... Open your mouth and tip your head back."

She popped the top off, finger on the nozzle as she beckoned him closer.

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