When I woke up in the morning, I felt something on my lips, and when I opened my eyes I saw that Bilbo's lip still on mine. Apparently we slept kissing each other. He fell asleep first (as always), but I just couldn't separate ourselves.
I smiled.
It had been three days since I declared myself to the little hobbit in my arms and he told me my feelings were mutual. And since then we slept together and I always give him my coat.
We hadn't tell the company yet, but somehow they seemed to know, because they always found a way to let us alone.
I felt Bilbo moving in my arms and I quickly pulled my lips away from his. He squirmed a bit and made some noises that made me give a small chuckle.
He opened those big eyes and stared at me. I was willing to squeeze it when I saw the scene; My coat topping up above his mouth and his eyes (eyes that reminded me of deer) still showing some sleep. My sleepyhead.
- Good morning. - I said, kissing his forehead.
- 'morning. - He replied, his voice muffled by my coat. Although we are in the house of Beorn and there are blankets, Bilbo seemed to like being warmed by my coat.
- I think we should get up now. - I ran my hand through his hair.
He sighed and closed his eyes again.
I laughed and pressed his body on mine. Well, I guess we would have to spend the rest of the day in bed.
- I love you. - I whispered in his hair
- I love you too. - He whispered back already sleeping.