"Why? Are you planning to replace me for a superior specimen already?" Said in tone of joke, of course, as he arched an eyebrow at her. "But no, I truly meant it when I said most of us can be a bit fat. There are some that are more muscled, like me or even more so, but the blond hair is a rarer thing. Brown or black hair is more common among dwarves, although red hair is a rarity, even more so than blond - truly valued among our kin."
"I like you blonde. And just like you are." She passed over another sandwich, making another for herself and sliding in some of the fried chicken. Mix and match time. "Are you a family type? Clans and such. Or more on your own?"
Copying her there, he added some of the fried chicken onto his own sandwich, taking a small and quick bite from it this time. "Family is very important to dwarves, yes. And we live in enclosed settlements within mountains, dwarven kingdoms. No dwarf really ever is on his own. Not that I know of, at least." For all he knew, there may be one or another living their lives all alone, somewhere in Middle Earth, but he didn't think it very likely.
"And you've got your brother here, right? So you're not alone." Because if that was important to him and his well being? That was kind of important to her too. After the initial need to cram food in her mouth, she managed to slow down, take her time, enjoy the actual flavors of it -- and through it all, she watched him. Seeing what he liked. What he didn't. Making little notes about him.
Well, at this point it looked like he liked pretty much everything. He was easy to please when it came to food, but also everything she had prepared was delicious, so of course he ate with clear pleasure.
"It is true, I'm not," he nodded, lowering his sandwich in-between bites, and swallowing before he smiled at her. "And not just because of Kíli."
"Good," she gave him a grin, lopsided because of a full cheek. But the worst of her hunger was appeased and now she was shifting on the bed, sliding a foot under the tray to rest against his leg, toes tickling at him and with the most innocent of looks on her face. "I'd hate to think of you being all lonely somewhere..."
He didn't even manage to get through half that sandwich when she slid her foot underneath the tray, but at least he didn't choke on the bite he had in his mouth. Straightening up at the first touch, he swallowed down that food first, then set down the sandwich as he slipped a hand under the tray too, fingers trailing up from her foot. "Then you best make sure to remedy that... whenever it happens."
"Consider it my most important mission." Her foot moved further up his leg, eyes lighting as his hand touched her leg. "You know, if you've, ah, sated the bigger part of that gargantuan hunger of yours, I'm just going to put the tray down on the ground. And then I'm going to get back to... making you not feel so lonely."
"Will you?" He all but murmured, the food all but forgotten for now. His fingers trailed farther up, almost reaching her knee, then sliding back down to her foot. And now that his other hand was free, it slipped under the tray as well, joining the first. "That seems like a very good idea to me. Excellent, even."
There was something a little satisfying about food being secondary to her (or him), and she had a wide smile as she moved to grab the tray, turning so that her lower half stayed on the bed, legs curling over his lap, upper body twisted so she could lower the tray to the floor. "I do occasionally have a good one. Like ones that involve climbing in your lap and making sure you still taste better than the chicken."
He moved as she did, but only to shift onto his knees, and sitting back on his heels. His hands trailed as far up her legs as he could while she moved, leaning down briefly to plant a soft kiss to the skin just above her knee. Once the tray was set on the floor and out of the way, as well as the bottle of water he'd been drinking from, he started tugging her closer, helping her back onto the bed. "You should make that one happen, then. Just so you are sure."
Turning back towards him was easy, especially when he was being so helpful. She got up on her knees, hands coming up to slide into his hair before tipping his face up for a kiss. The kiss, of course, was a distraction as she moved to make him sit back on his knees so she could straddle his lap. "Always good to be sure." Her voice was soft against his lips, hands combing through his hair as she nipped at him, licked at lips and past them in to tangle her tongue with his. "Mm... even better."
He sat back on his heels all too promptly, barely needing any coaxing at all when she moved closer to him, and he pulled her even closer still as she parted her legs to his sides and straddled him. He grinned and chuckled a bit into the kiss, closing his eyes and tipping his head to deepen that contact for a moment, reluctant to pull away even as they stopped to talk. "Well, I don't know if it beats chocolate, but..."
Teasing her there, of course. There was no amount of chocolate in all the worlds that would make him even think about not kissing her.
Her nails moved up to scratch lightly through his beard under his chin to tip it up more, dropping small kisses along his lips and purring softly. "Oh, it definitely beats chocolate." She sat lightly, not wanting to put too much weight on him, though she had a feeling if he knew that, he'd try to take it all because dwarves were pretty solid. Everywhere. Just... men made from rock and skin and she couldn't stop touching him, that craving need coming back and replacing the other hunger she'd sated.
She did not put much weight at all on him, in fact she was light as a feather, so far as he was concerned, at least in this form. He could have easily carried her sitting on one of his shoulders, and perhaps if she knew that then she would stop trying not to rest all her weight on him.
His chin tipped up as prompted, grinning softly at her words as he returned each lazy kiss. Letting his hands roam over her skin, up her back and down her sides, up again to follow the curve of her shoulders, he nodded. "You're right. Much, much sweeter."
Kissing him with another quiet purr, one of her hands snuck down between them, searching for his cock and teasing fingers lightly over it when she found it. She was in no rush, but she at least wanted to start him on the path to play time. "If this is my reward for distracting you from work, I'm gonna do it a lot more often."
He let out a soft gasp at the gentle touch, his cock still far from hard but he knew it would not take much too long, not when they were this close and she touched him like this. His hands trailed down her back again, fingertips tracing right between her ass cheeks, grazing lightly over the space between her legs before his palms continued on along her thighs. "Well, sometimes I do need to get some work done. So best not make too recurrent a habit out of it."
But once a week, maybe? That he would not mind much at all, to be honest.
She certainly hoped he didn't think that they should limit their entire time of getting together to once per week. If she only got him that infrequently, she'd likely burst. Or wind up leaving dirty messages to him everywhere.
"Maybe you'll have some slow work weeks up ahead."
No, of course not - but he would hope that most of their meetings would not involve cutting his workday too short. Not that work was horribly busy, but still. Either way, that was not something he was thinking about right now.
"Most weeks are, in this place," he murmured, shifting his hips slightly towards her touch, wanting more of it. "Perhaps some days I will be the one to contact you, instead. And you can always... wait for me in my bed, as a surprise."
"I think I like that," she said, that admission starting future events rolling that Fili was going to laugh about later.
But for now, her hand went from teasing him to taking a firmer hold of him, stroking along his length and kissing along to his ear. A nip at the lobe, then she kissed it afterward. "I like the idea of you calling me all hot and bothered."
He let out a strained sigh as she wrapped her fingers around his girth, his hands tugging her closer as he shifted his hips minutely again, towards the stroking of her hand. "I must be careful when I do, though," he murmured, tipping his head to kiss along her neck, and over her collarbone. "Or as you said... you could come just hearing my voice."
She shivered at the tickle of his mustache and beard over her neck, his mouth a warm press as she kept her pace steady, slow, building him up. Her other arm wrapped around his shoulders, teeth dragging over whatever part of him she could reach as she thought about doing exactly what he said. "God, yes. You should do that. Then do it again. And again. And then come find me and show me how much better your hands and mouth are. And this," she sighed, sliding the foreskin up over the head of his cock and turning it slightly to play with the nerves there.
With each stroke he got a little harder, his cock growing as it swelled up in her hand, filling her palm and fingers more fully. He let out a mewl as she played with the foreskin, warmth spreading through his insides and quickening the pace of his heart. His mouth continued on its trail, down to the centre of her chest, kissing around one of her breasts before he brushed his lips over her nipple. "Maker," he moaned quietly, his mouth parting so he could taste the sensitive nub, lapping over it thoroughly. "I can show you that now. Unless-- you wish me to just talk you there."
"Show me. I have the real thing and I want as much of it as I can until I have to make do with that voice of yours as the only thing to tide me over." His mouth was sin, hot and wet as it closed over her nipple, his tongue sending sparks through her as she squeezed her thighs around his legs. Her hand didn't stop playing over him, teasing just the foreskin now that she'd gotten that sort of reaction from him. Pulling it up over the top, then down, then little twists and pulls, working it around the head of him.
"Then I promise... I will do my best," he sighed audibly, eyes fluttering closed as she teased the sensitive head of his cock. "To give you as much and as often as you want to." Her fingers worked the skin expertly, and each ministration sent little jolts across his skin, his hairs standing on end as arousal grew stronger and hotter. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking a little harder, his teeth lightly dragging over the nub. One of his hands curled around her thigh so that he could brush a finger along her slit from beneath, just barely managing to feel the warm flesh that he was so quickly growing used to.
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"It is true, I'm not," he nodded, lowering his sandwich in-between bites, and swallowing before he smiled at her. "And not just because of Kíli."
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Teasing her there, of course. There was no amount of chocolate in all the worlds that would make him even think about not kissing her.
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His chin tipped up as prompted, grinning softly at her words as he returned each lazy kiss. Letting his hands roam over her skin, up her back and down her sides, up again to follow the curve of her shoulders, he nodded. "You're right. Much, much sweeter."
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But once a week, maybe? That he would not mind much at all, to be honest.
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"Maybe you'll have some slow work weeks up ahead."
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"Most weeks are, in this place," he murmured, shifting his hips slightly towards her touch, wanting more of it. "Perhaps some days I will be the one to contact you, instead. And you can always... wait for me in my bed, as a surprise."
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But for now, her hand went from teasing him to taking a firmer hold of him, stroking along his length and kissing along to his ear. A nip at the lobe, then she kissed it afterward. "I like the idea of you calling me all hot and bothered."
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