Another particular motion of her hips and he let out a soft whine, mouth hanging open as he returned the licks and nips, kissing her at the same calm, slow pace as the movement of their bodies. "Riley..." Her name was all he managed to breathe out in response, sighing as he closed his eyes. More words ached to burst out of him, but he did not let them out, or rather - he could not, when every patch of his skin was jolted to life by her touch, every hint of coherence drained from him, little by little with every sway of their bodies as they met.
She liked his lips. She liked the way they pursed to meet hers and how they dragged over her skin. She liked the scent of his hair, the feel of it springy under her own lips as she kissed him. She liked the way his nose brushed over hers and how his brows drew together when he said her name like that. Her hands moved over him, touching shoulders, arms, his neck, sliding up to his face and then curving over those larger, rounder ears. They traced the shell of them, tickling behind them as she moved again, an undulating wave on his lap as she focused entirely on his pleasure now. "Fili," she whispered back, cupping his face in one hand and kissing him hungrily.
The pace was slow, keeping him just at a certain level of pleasure, enough to feel the warmth that coursed through him, and at the same time enjoy their closeness, exchange a few caresses, his hands sliding all across her skin as he returned every deep kiss or small peck, licking at her lips, nipping the soft and reddened flesh every so often. And for a good while, he enjoyed it just as it was, until he knew he wanted more, wanted to go to a whole other level, less sweet and more rushed, more primal, to feel her not warm around him, but scorching hot.
As a jolt shot down his spine and coiled at his groin, he moaned and rolled his hips more sharply, the motion making him bury all the way into her in a quick thrust. His breath stuttering, the rhythm increased just so, as one of his hands gripped her ass and urged her to move too. "Now... faster..."
His moans, his heavy breaths, the catch of it when he got aroused... it was pretty damn hot. She memorized it all, breathing his scent in deep and locking it away so that there wouldn't be anywhere he could go that she couldn't track him. But that request, no, demand, had her complying happily, knees digging in on either side of him for better traction as she went from the slow, grinding weave of before to a more abrupt rocking motion. Her hips moved quickly against his, feeling him hit deep inside her, rub over all those places that sent little fissions of arousal further into her.
But this was his moment. His pleasure, and she wanted nothing more than to watch him get it. "Come on, Fili. Come for me."
In a matter of seconds, they were moving at a much faster rhythm, with more of a purpose and end in mind, and yet it was different from other times, a little less frantic in a way. The pleasure that washed over him did so in softer, calmer waves, but all-encompassing, making it all the harder for him to breathe with each passing moment. He closed his eyes, choking on a gasp as he squeezed one of her breasts tightly, then moved his hand down to her side too, leaning back just so as his hips kept thrusting towards hers, his cock sliding into her faster and harder the closer he got, her added juices now making her even more slick as he so easily slipped past her open each time.
And finally, her words - all the incentive he needed to seek and tip over that edge. A few more sharp and deep thrusts and he cried out, eyes shut tightly as he tipped his head back, his hands curling firmly into her skin as he spilled the seed of his climax into her.
She couldn't get over how spectacular he looked like that. Ecstasy was a hell of a thing and he wore it well. She moved with him, body squeezing around his as he came, milking him, caressing him as much as she was able to, all while crooning and petting his face, cupping his cheeks and kissing that open mouth.
When he was done, she started to move them onto their sides, to give him a rest from his position and her wight (light though it might be to him), petting his hair and kissing all over his face as she did. "There. I'd say that was worth you coming over... pun somewhat intended."
His hips kept moving as she rode him through his climax, his pace a little more stuttered as his mind blanked for a moment, and everything turned to bright white. When he climbed back down from that high, his whole body released the tension in one single wave, his exhales deep and loud as he blinked his eyes back into focus.
Curling his arms around her, he kissed her briefly a few more times, letting her guide him to lie down on the bed, the motions making him slip out of her with a quiet choked sound. Her words spread a lazy grin on his face, his hand trailing up her side slowly, then cupping her jaw, fingers playing with strands of her own hair as well. "Can't say I mind this sort of coming over much at all..."
She giggled. Finding someone with the same sense of humor as her, especially in bed, wasn't always easy. That he seemed to come from a place where there was a lot of confusion on terms and... well, everything... it kind of made itfeel like it worked that much more. "I'm going to stop before I get carried away with puns, but yeah. I like you being here. I'm sure I'd like being wherever you are. I just... sort of really like being around you."
He'd been here long enough to learn a few words and expressions that he had been unfamiliar with before coming here, so a lot of what she said didn't slip entirely past him, not anymore. She'd still have plenty of new things to teach him, much like she did already today, but in others it was nice to be able to understand one another without him constantly asking what this or that meant.
"And I like being with you as well," he nodded, pressing his lips to the strand of her hair he was holding between his fingers, then tipping his head and leaning close to kiss her softly. "I like you very much, Riley. And the more often you are wherever I am, the happier I will be for it."
"Pretty poetry from a pretty mouth," she said, though she was smiling, lifting a hand to outline said pretty mouth. "I like the sound of that, though. Getting to be around you. I think I'd like to do it more."
Yep. Those were called 'feelings' and she was just dripping them everywhere.
"Hardly. That is nothing." Though he was a little too spent right now to offer more than that, really. But he meant each word, and if it made her smile, then he considered it successful.
And her following words, it was clear in the look on his face that he liked them all too much. He felt his insides warmer for wholly different reasons now, and he brushed his nose against hers in a tender gesture, shifting just a little closer to her. "Then... you should do it more. As often as you'd like."
Moving close to him was as easy as breathing, her body finding a way to fit in against his, leg sliding through his to hook him closer. "I think I will. I'll have to come stop by your house sometime. And your forge. I'd like to see the whole smithing process."
She felt dopey. Like... teenage first puppy love dopey. She wanted to giggle and stay up all night talking about stupid things and not stop touching him.
God, her brothers would be pulling her tail so hard over this...
For what is worth, Fíli would be more than alright with staying up all night talking about nothing and touching one another. His own insides felt light and fluttery just looking at her, his heart a bird in his ribcage.
The back of his fingers stroked along her cheek as he kept running them slowly through her hair, and at her words his smile stretched just so, his tone carrying a bit of amusement. "Oh, I'll show you just how I strike that anvil with my hammer. I will have sparks flying just for you."
So, he could not help himself teasing a little there. It wasn't the most blatant metaphor he could have gone with either, so it wasn't that terrible of him. Just a little bit.
Okay, that did make her giggle, her head ducking down against his as she gave him a teasing poke. "If you're striking the anvil with your hammer, I might get jealous. And worry about damaging it. Your hammer that is." Horrible metaphor, Fili, but so perfectly him. "And maybe I can meet your brother, too."
He'd talked about him, but Riley still wanted to meet him. See if it was just Fili that was the way he was or if that extended to all dwarves in general. She was thinking that the pull between them was just between the two of them, but... hey. Who knows? Maybe dwarves and shifters were like... chocolate and strawberries.
He loved hearing her laugh, that giggle of hers more than enough to make him smile lopsidedly and let out a chuckle of his own, even before she answered. Brushing along her hair near her temple and around her ear, he rested his palm on the side of her head, tipping his head to kiss her nose, cheek, then on the lips. "Don't worry. You are the only forge this hammer will be working on," he murmured with arched eyebrows, and a pointed glance down between their bodies.
Nodding then, he went on. "Oh, I'm certain he will love to meet you. He has been pestering me since I got home with those braids you weaved into my hair, trying to find out who is this new mystery special someone in my life."
"Yeah? Well... I guess it's good this forge has become a one-hammer type deal." She might have come into the city with an eye to meet new people, try new people, play the field and all that, but she also hadn't intended to meet someone quite like him. The thought of curling up with someone else in bed like this just seemed... wrong. So, Fili it was. And she wasn't the slightest bit disappointed about that.
Another laugh, her hand going to the loose hairs of his mustache, giving them a gentle tweak. "Oh, he noticed, did he? And that makes me a special someone? I'm not really finding a downside to this. Guess he's lucky I didn't try to bead my name into or something. 'Riley was here'."
Words that delighted him to no end, and that much was clear on his face. In true, it was not in his nature to seek out more than one partner, certainly not at the same time, though he knew by now that was natural for many of the people here. And having met someone special for him, then he felt like it even less so.
That she felt the same way left him brimming with joy and happiness, a feeling he found a little too difficult to put to words. But he would try, in any case.
"Well, you are a very special someone to me. I would not have let you braid my hair otherwise - even if you are not skilled enough to braid words onto it."
She kissed him softly, something sweet and her attempt to show him that what she was feeling for him was more than just sexual passion and a good time in the sheets. She liked him, and her kind didn't always rely on words to show that. Body language was as much a thing for shifters as scent and words were. His affections showed in more than just the pretty words he made that had her toes curling. It showed in the smile he wore and the way he touched her and made her feel close to him. So she shared that back.
"Keep this up and I'm going to start telling everyone I have a boyfriend and can't come out to play."
Each feeling she conveyed in that kiss, he responded by kissing back, his lips soft and warm, present against hers. He sighed a little as they parted, eyes closing as he let his forehead rest against hers. And it was a good thing that she enjoyed his touches, because he could not help himself from doing just that, whenever he got that chance. Just like now, his free hand continuing to trail along the skin of her neck and shoulder, brushing down her side and back, moving back up to play with her hair again.
"Boyfriend?" He knit his eyebrows in confusion, figuring that the word meant something other than what it sounded like to him. It would be a little silly, if she were calling him a friend who was a boy - especially since he was not a boy. "What is that?"
"Right, right. Terminology. In my time and world it's like... sort of the first stage in a relationship. Boyfriends and girlfriends. I guess you'd think of it as... courting? Though, I'm not really sure what the terminology would be or if there's something for it for you. Significant other. Partner. But we certainly like slapping labels on things and early relationships have that dynamic to them." What did dwarves call their lady friends?
"Oh..." He nodded. "I see. We have no such terms, I don't think. If anything, we would refer to it as a betrothal, if the courtship proved to be successful, and took the next step. Or I would simply call you... my beloved."
It sounded a little silly to him, in true, that word she used. But knowing what it meant, he could not help but like that she thought to call him that, and rather a lot too. Smiling, he continued in a softer tone. "So, if I am your boyfriend, are you my... girlfriend?"
"Beloved, huh? I kind of like that. Betrothal for us is an engagement and that would make the people in it fiances. Then married and man and wife. Or... wife and wife or husband and husband. Which ever way someone's rock rolled." The picture of non-judgmentalism here.
God, she liked that smile. And that tone. It felt private -- not that they weren't alone and naked in bed or anything, but it felt like he was just... solely focused on her. There was a flutter in her stomach at that, and she bit her lip, nodding. "Mm, I am. If... you're good with that."
"Aye, that is the same for us." Well, not wife with wife or husband with husband, at least not officially. But such couples were very much a reality among the dwarves as well, most especially the latter.
His smile grew a little wider at that, warmer too, and he kissed her again, slow and softly. "I am... very good with that." Elated, even. He kissed her again, a quicker peck, as he cupped her face gently as his lips brushed lightly over hers. "My girlfriend, and beloved."
He teased her with her own phrases just like she did him and it was good. Damn good. Her response to him was elation in the form of a purr rumbling through her body, vibrating against him where she was touching him, her hand sliding up into his hair as she returned that kiss.
Of course, then her mouth had to just forget to check in with her brain... "My mate," she sighed, nipping at his lips, hand moving down his chest to rest over his heart. A moment of eyes widening as she realized what she'd said, but...
Shit. It felt right. And she wasn't going to argue semantics. He was hers and she was his. It was as simple as that.
Now, that he did not need to be told what it meant, and her being a shifter only made him surer of what she meant when she said it. It was clear that the word had come unbidden, what with how her eyes widened in surprise right after, but... he liked hearing it all the more for it.
It was not a thought, but a sentiment. Something true and natural, something that came solely from the heart. And though it was not a term he had ever thought to use before, he knew that she would, and he wanted her to just as much as she did.
Inhaling audibly, he brushed his lips against her, nuzzling their noses together as he nodded, then breathed out. "Yes."
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As a jolt shot down his spine and coiled at his groin, he moaned and rolled his hips more sharply, the motion making him bury all the way into her in a quick thrust. His breath stuttering, the rhythm increased just so, as one of his hands gripped her ass and urged her to move too. "Now... faster..."
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But this was his moment. His pleasure, and she wanted nothing more than to watch him get it. "Come on, Fili. Come for me."
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And finally, her words - all the incentive he needed to seek and tip over that edge. A few more sharp and deep thrusts and he cried out, eyes shut tightly as he tipped his head back, his hands curling firmly into her skin as he spilled the seed of his climax into her.
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When he was done, she started to move them onto their sides, to give him a rest from his position and her wight (light though it might be to him), petting his hair and kissing all over his face as she did. "There. I'd say that was worth you coming over... pun somewhat intended."
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Curling his arms around her, he kissed her briefly a few more times, letting her guide him to lie down on the bed, the motions making him slip out of her with a quiet choked sound. Her words spread a lazy grin on his face, his hand trailing up her side slowly, then cupping her jaw, fingers playing with strands of her own hair as well. "Can't say I mind this sort of coming over much at all..."
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"And I like being with you as well," he nodded, pressing his lips to the strand of her hair he was holding between his fingers, then tipping his head and leaning close to kiss her softly. "I like you very much, Riley. And the more often you are wherever I am, the happier I will be for it."
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Yep. Those were called 'feelings' and she was just dripping them everywhere.
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And her following words, it was clear in the look on his face that he liked them all too much. He felt his insides warmer for wholly different reasons now, and he brushed his nose against hers in a tender gesture, shifting just a little closer to her. "Then... you should do it more. As often as you'd like."
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She felt dopey. Like... teenage first puppy love dopey. She wanted to giggle and stay up all night talking about stupid things and not stop touching him.
God, her brothers would be pulling her tail so hard over this...
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The back of his fingers stroked along her cheek as he kept running them slowly through her hair, and at her words his smile stretched just so, his tone carrying a bit of amusement. "Oh, I'll show you just how I strike that anvil with my hammer. I will have sparks flying just for you."
So, he could not help himself teasing a little there. It wasn't the most blatant metaphor he could have gone with either, so it wasn't that terrible of him. Just a little bit.
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He'd talked about him, but Riley still wanted to meet him. See if it was just Fili that was the way he was or if that extended to all dwarves in general. She was thinking that the pull between them was just between the two of them, but... hey. Who knows? Maybe dwarves and shifters were like... chocolate and strawberries.
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Nodding then, he went on. "Oh, I'm certain he will love to meet you. He has been pestering me since I got home with those braids you weaved into my hair, trying to find out who is this new mystery special someone in my life."
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Another laugh, her hand going to the loose hairs of his mustache, giving them a gentle tweak. "Oh, he noticed, did he? And that makes me a special someone? I'm not really finding a downside to this. Guess he's lucky I didn't try to bead my name into or something. 'Riley was here'."
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That she felt the same way left him brimming with joy and happiness, a feeling he found a little too difficult to put to words. But he would try, in any case.
"Well, you are a very special someone to me. I would not have let you braid my hair otherwise - even if you are not skilled enough to braid words onto it."
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"Keep this up and I'm going to start telling everyone I have a boyfriend and can't come out to play."
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"Boyfriend?" He knit his eyebrows in confusion, figuring that the word meant something other than what it sounded like to him. It would be a little silly, if she were calling him a friend who was a boy - especially since he was not a boy. "What is that?"
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It sounded a little silly to him, in true, that word she used. But knowing what it meant, he could not help but like that she thought to call him that, and rather a lot too. Smiling, he continued in a softer tone. "So, if I am your boyfriend, are you my... girlfriend?"
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God, she liked that smile. And that tone. It felt private -- not that they weren't alone and naked in bed or anything, but it felt like he was just... solely focused on her. There was a flutter in her stomach at that, and she bit her lip, nodding. "Mm, I am. If... you're good with that."
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His smile grew a little wider at that, warmer too, and he kissed her again, slow and softly. "I am... very good with that." Elated, even. He kissed her again, a quicker peck, as he cupped her face gently as his lips brushed lightly over hers. "My girlfriend, and beloved."
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Of course, then her mouth had to just forget to check in with her brain... "My mate," she sighed, nipping at his lips, hand moving down his chest to rest over his heart. A moment of eyes widening as she realized what she'd said, but...
Shit. It felt right. And she wasn't going to argue semantics. He was hers and she was his. It was as simple as that.
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It was not a thought, but a sentiment. Something true and natural, something that came solely from the heart. And though it was not a term he had ever thought to use before, he knew that she would, and he wanted her to just as much as she did.
Inhaling audibly, he brushed his lips against her, nuzzling their noses together as he nodded, then breathed out. "Yes."
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