Unmoored – Chapter 11, "Outside Mirkwood", Extended Scene

Expanding the scene where Moira and Fili get busy in Chapter 11 of my fic Unmoored. Total smut. The beginning part won't make much sense if you haven't read Unmoored. This is the first time I've written a smut-fic so hopefully the rest is good. I'd love to get reviews so I know if I did the scene justice or not.

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When the Company had reached Mirkwood and turned Beorn's ponies loose, it was only and hour or so before dark. On Gandalf's advice (before he galloped off again doing whatever wizard business it is that wizards do), they decided that it would be safer to attempt to cross the forest during the daytime. So camp was made, much to relief of everyone. No one was looking forward to entering the Woodland Realm, but doubly so at night. Thorin assigned Fili first watch and Moira last watch, an obvious attempt to keep them apart. So when Bofur shook her awake, she automatically reached for her sword, thinking they were under attack.

"No, lass, nothing's wrong. Shh, don't wake Thorin."

"Wha?" Moira was still not quite awake. "Then why are you up? It's Fili's watch."

"Not anymore." Bofur grinned at her mischievously. "I took it for him."

Moira thought she was catching on. "And?"

"And Ori is taking the last watch for you. Kili has middle watch, so he won't tell." Bofur was grinning. Oh boy. Thorin has his work cut out for him.

Moira looked around the camp and saw that Fili was nowhere in sight. "Does that mean …." her question drifted off.

"Yup. He's back there," Bofur jerked his thumb over his shoulder, "a good distance away." At that he winked, and Moira cursed herself for not being able to control the blush that crept over her face. She was Viking, Godsdammit. Vikings shouldn't blush. She looked up at the sky, noting that the moon was quite high. It was already late.

"Sorry I took so long to wake you lass, but I had to make sure Thorin was asleep for this to work." She nodded mutely. The whole Company knew about the king-in-exile's insomnia.

"Bofur, why are you doing this? Defying Thorin?"

"I guess I've always been a romantic at heart, lass."

Oh sweet Gods of Asgard, this is a terrible, terrible idea.

"Bofur?"

"Yes, lass?"

"Do you think Fili and I really have a chance?" Moira's voice was soft. When she saw the confused look on the kindly Dwarf's face, she clarified. "With him being a prince, I mean." She didn't say more. Bofur was a miner from a lower-class Dwarven family who had joined the Company as much to seek his fortune as out of loyalty to Thorin. She knew he understood her concerns. He smiled softly and patted her shoulder.

"Like I said, I've always been a romantic. And I can see the way he looks at you, and the way you look at him. I'd have to be blind not to."

Moira nodded, and then, slowly, the rational part of her mind protesting, stood up and rolled her bedroll up. Facing down Azog had made everything so real, made her realize how close to death she was. Death may not be the end of her existence, but it would mean the end of being in Middle-Earth, and of any chance of ever being with Fili. After the escape on the eagles and still having to run, AGAIN, she had finally given in to what she wanted. To Fili. Now the whole Company knew. She should be more embarrassed about that, but somehow, she wasn't. Thorin was trying to keep them apart, and apparently the rest of the Company was conspiring to keep them together. Or, at least Bofur, Kili, and Ori.

Suddenly she was nervous. She looked down at herself. Her clothes were dirty and there was a tear was a on the left side of her tunic that she had not had time to repair yet. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, finding it was a tangled mess. Dammit, I should have kept cutting it. None of that had mattered last night, but last night hadn't been planned.

"Bofur, do I look okay?"

He chuckled. "You look ravishing, darling, and I'm sure Fili will agree."

She lifted her arms. "Do I smell?" She asked worriedly. Her clothes hadn't been washed in weeks. Then again, neither had any of the other members of the Company.

This is stupid. I already slept with him. Moira thought to herself, but she couldn't help it.

Bofur full out laughed now. "Yer fine, lassie. Yer beautiful, ya clothes are fine, you smell better than a rose, and he won't care about yer hair. Well, he might care about the hair, but I'm sure he'll brush and braid it for ya." He winked at her again. "Lass, go to him."

She wasn't sure if she could manage to say anything, so she just nodded. She belted her sword around her waist (just in case), and carried her bedroll under her arm. She left her pack in camp, and trudged into the blackness beyond, heading in the direction Bofur had indicated. After she had gone a good distance, the light of the camp fire retreating behind her, she began to regret not taking a torch with her. The moon was full, thankfully, and Mani's light gave her enough illumination to know where to put her feet without tripping. She glanced up at the moon's face and sent up a silent prayer of thanks. She came to some scrubby bushes (there were no trees this close to the cursed forest that were not a part of Mirkwood), and walked carefully past them. They wanted privacy, but not to be too close to that accursed forest. She found a little clearing, surrounded on three sides by scraggly shrub-like bushes almost as tall as her. Several of them were Fili's height.

Fili. Fili was in the middle of the clearing, where he had set up his bedroll and some extra blankets – where did he get extra blankets? – next to an unusually large rock, which he had set a few candles on top of to burn. He didn't see her at first, giving Moira a moment to admire him. The moonlight made his golden hair gleam a creamy color, like warm butter. Gods she loved his beautiful hair. He was fussing over the bedding right now, trying to fluff the blankets up and make them soft enough, she assumed. The action remind Moira of Bilbo, and the thought caused a laugh to raise in her throat. The noise caught his attention, and he turned to look at her, his unbelievable blue eyes lighting up at seeing her.

"Hi." was all she could say.

He grinned at her, a smile wider and brighter than usual, an expression of pure joy at seeing her there. "Good evening, fair maiden."

Moira was at war with herself. The rational part of her was yelling at her for her foolishness, the part that was still Viking told her to throw him down and take him right there, the part that feared being hurt again wanted to bolt and run far, far, away, and the girlish part, the part that Fili awakened in her so easily, that made her feel young and almost carefree again, was just afraid of disappointing him. The internal battle led to her just standing there awkwardly, bedroll tucked under her arm, chewing her lip in nervousness.

Fili noticed, and he made his way over to her slowly. Moira didn't bolt, like she would have once. He took her free hand gently in his and raised it to his lips, his sparkling blue eyes never leaving hers. "Thank you for coming," He murmured earnestly, just before placing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. Oh, Odin help me, I want this. I want him.

She didn't fight him when he stretched upwards to kiss her, long and slow, his tongue darting between her lips teasingly and then retreating. She made up her mind and kissed him back, bending over a little to make it easier, and dropping the bedroll to fling both of her arms around his neck as she did so. He chuckled into her mouth at that, continuing to kiss her.

When he finally pulled away, she was breathless. His eyes were dancing, and she smiled down at him. "I needed that." She whispered.

"You'll get far more tonight," he promised her, bending down to pick up her bedroll for her. Placing his hand on her elbow, he guided her to the makeshift bed he had made behind a large rock. They wanted privacy, but not to be too close to that accursed forest. He opened her bedroll and laid it down on top of the other blankets he had brought. There were a few candles burning on the top of the rock that would serve as their headboard tonight, but with the full moon the clearing was more than illuminated anyway. Moira unbuckled her belt, dropping the sword beside their camp bed, and took off her leather boots.

Before she could change her mind, she sat down on the bed and pulled Fili along with her. She drew him into another searing kiss, and moved to lay down, but was surprised when he pulled away, shaking his head. Still holding her hand, he was grinning wickedly as he placed his back against the rock and pulled her into his lap, her legs flung across him in a position reminiscent of riding side-saddle.

"Last night was far too fast," He murmured into her ear, biting her earlobe. "Tonight, I want to go slow," he moved his mouth to the spot below her ear, kissing there gently, "savor every moment." He nipped her neck suddenly, drawing a yelp from Moira and making her squirm in his lap. He chuckled, the rumbling sound making a heat spread between her legs. He kissed her again, one large hand on the small of her back, the other caressing her legs through her leggings, running up and down slowly. His lips worked on hers, his short beard scratching her face wonderfully, while his hands left trails of fire all over her body. Moira was grasping Fili's neck as she kissed him back passionately, holding his full lips to hers as their tongues battled for dominance.

Eventually Fili's hands went to her gray tunic. She lifted her arms to help him, and he slipped it off of her easily, leaving her in the form-fitting green bodice she wore beneath. The laces at the front were already partially undone, revealing some of the cleavage beneath, and his eyes took it all in greedily. He started to kiss his way down her neck, nipping, licking, and sucking as he went. Everything he did to her ripped moans from her lips and caused her to squirm in his lap, rubbing her ass against his growing hardness. His lips were so warm, putting off that signature dwarven heat; his beard scratched and prickled her over-sensitive flesh deliciously; those magnificent braided mustache braids tickling and the cool beads cooling her skin. When he finally got to the laces of her bodice, he planted a kiss between her cleavage, tongue darting out to lick the spot, and then veered back up. When Moira mewled in disappointment, he just chuckled again and continued with his torturous journey.

His hands were holding her around the waist now, and Moira had noticed his breath hitch when she squirmed. If he was gonna torture her, she would do the same to him. When he got up to her collarbone and ran his tongue along it, she gasped and buried her hands in his golden hair, pulling slightly as she squirmed a little harder than she had to. He growled, and bit down again, sucking hard this time, wanting to mark her as his. "F-Fili," The moan that came from her was so wanton, so full of need, that Fili couldn't help but groan in response. He claimed her lips again, hungrily this time, insistently. Her lips parted instantly for him, and he eagerly took the invitation, slipping his tongue inside to explore her mouth. As her tongue met his, her hands left his hair and slid down his neck to slide under his coat. She wanted to touch his skin, but was frustrated to find layer after layer of clothes.

"Fili," she pleaded, tugging at his fur coat, "too many layers!"

He laughed at her, a throaty chuckle. "My, my, somebody's eager!"

She glared at him. "You've been teasing me for months, what do you expect?"

"You could've given in sooner."

She glared for a moment, before resorting to pleading. "Please, Fili. I need to see you."
He chuckled again. "When you put it like that, how can I refuse?" He easily picked her up, both hands holding either side of her buttocks for a moment as he moved her to be the one with her back against the rock. Rolling onto his knees, he hovered over her for a moment, placing another kiss on her mouth, nibbling her lower lip for a moment, before he drew back. A small pile of weapons started to grow next to the bed, since they were stashed everywhere in his clothing. Moira looked at the pile in amusement. She thought she counted five daggers, plus the two throwing axes from his boots, and he was still pulling them out! Plus his twin swords, with lay on the side of their makeshift bed.

"Do you really need so many weapons? You're a one-Dwarf walking arsenal." He chuckled, seemingly pleased by that statement.

"You know, if I hadn't already slept with you, I might think you were over-compensating for something."

He slapped her leg with one of his fingerless leather gloves, frowning a mock-frown at her and trying to look serious, but his eyes were sparkling. Still on his knees, his smoldering blue eyes on hers, he started to strip, tortuously slow. The large fur coat was first thing to go. Under that was his large tunic, which needed to cover the chain-mail and wool shirt under it. Finally, a thin white linen undershirt was removed, and he crouched in front of her bare chested, one hand on his belt buckle. Moira couldn't help the moan the came from her as her eyes raked over his form. He was glorious. His startling blue eyes never left hers, and they were darkening with lust. His golden locks were tousled, his braids somewhat messy, surrounding his strong jaw like a halo. His mustache braids swayed slightly as his full lips curved into an incredibly sexy smirk at her moan, watching her eyes rake over his bare chest. He was stockily built, wide and well-muscled. They tensed and rippled under his skin with his every movement. His muscled chest was dusted with curly blonde chest hair, and a trail of golden fur led from his navel to his trousers, where the large bulge betrayed how turned on he was. When her eyes darted back up to his face, his smirk widened, and he lifted one eyebrow at her, clearly saying, Like what you see? Oh, she did. She really did.

"Praise Mahal," Moira breathed, one of her hands having unconsciously gone to her bodice, playing with the laces. "He really did make you Dwarves superior in every way."

He preened at the praise.

"Are you posing?"

"You're the one who moaned just from me taking off my shirt."

She didn't have a response for that, so she just snapped, "Get over here."

He complied, dropping to all fours and crawling up her body with feline grace, his eyes burning into hers, every inch the predator. Oh, Gods help me, he knows EXACTLY what he is doing to me. He slid all the way up her body to hover above her for a moment, his blonde hair falling over his bare shoulders and tickling her face, before capturing her lips with his. The kiss was hard, desperate, passionate, burning her with his heat as his tongue clashed against hers. Moira wrapped her arms around him as Fili placed one of his knees between her legs, and she gladly opened for him. With a groan he settled himself between her still-clothed thighs, his large hands going to gently knead her breasts through her bodice. Moira moaned, arcing herself into his hands, as he gently rubbed circles through the cloth. He pinched one of the nipples, making her gasp.

"Gods, Fili," she moaned into his mouth. Moira was holding Fili to her, her hands running along all the strong, defined muscled of his back, coming back around to the front to caress his abdomen and chest. When Fili's mouth left hers to suck on her neck again, she trembled and clutched to his large biceps for dear life, gasping his name. All of his weight was on top of her, and from his position between her legs he ground himself into her core. Moira could feel his arousal and writhed against it desperately, wishing that their pants had already been removed. But Fili seemed to have his own ideas. He slowly kissed, licked, sucked and nipped his way downwards again, tortuously slow. His golden blonde hair trailed after him, tickling the flushed flesh he had just spent so much time torturing into over-sensitivity.

When Fili had reached her bodice, he smirked up at her, the expression alone causing heat to pool in her core, before grasping one of the laces in his teeth and jerking his head to the side savagely, ripping the laces free. The fleshy globes of her breasts spilled free from their confines, and Fili wasted no time in lavishing them with attention. He alternated between the barest butterfly kisses and tiny flicks of his pink tongue, to savagely attacking with lips and tongue and teeth, so that just as her body became used to one type of touch, he changed it up.

Moira gripped the blankets beneath her as Fili descended on her breasts, sucking, nipping, kissing one, while his other hand rolled the opposite nipple between his thumb and index fingers. The little peaks were already hard, and the callouses on his fingers from decades of training with and handling swords only stoked her flame higher. Through lidded eyes Moira watched Fili devour her, moaning and gasping. She wasn't sure when her hands had moved from her blankets to his hair, but they were fisted in his glorious mane now.

"Fili, I want to touch you!" She managed to gasp out somehow. She pulled him back up to her by his hair, and he greedily claimed her lips, almost roughly. Her hands left his hair to caress his face, his neck, running down the glorious curves of his muscled chest, around to his back to grip his shoulders. He was practically burning with heat. If he'd been human, he would have been dying of a deadly fever, surely.

He propped himself up on one elbow as he continued to kiss her. His other large, warm hand slipped downwards to caress between her legs, and even with her leggings still between them, she bucked. He chuckled lowly, undoing the laces one-handed expertly, slipping inside her smallclothes with zero effort. His kiss slowed to a lazy pace as he teased her, stroking the small nest of dark curls that graced her public bone before sliding one thick digit down the crook where her leg met her torso, and then back up again, so close to her heat, but refusing to touch her where she wanted it until she begged.

"Fili, please," she gasped into his mouth, far sooner than he had expected. He grinned triumphantly and moved his hand to where she was craving his touch. She rose to meet him, and when his fingers skimmed her folds, they both shuddered simultaneously.

"Mahal, you're soaking," he groaned into her neck. He wet his fingers with her juices, and lazily, slowly, he circled his thumb around her nub, savoring the feeling of her arcing her body against his. He teasingly slid his fingers up and down her folds again, relishing every gasp and moan that fell from her lips. He slipped a thick finger inside her, leaning to kiss her neck as he slowly pumped the finger in and out of her. He added another finger, bending them slightly to search for that little bundle of nerves within her. Moira gasped and shuddered, feeling herself stretch around him. The heat within her was building to unbearable levels. Fili added a third finger, his thumb caressing her clit as he slid in and out of her core. He continued to kiss and nibble all along her neck as he did so, and his long hair trailing along Moira's body as he moved tickled in a deliciously arousing way. He kissed his way downward, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking as his fingers continued to fuck her. To his delight she started to moan his name, and the moans became louder and her eyes were squeezed shut now as the waves of pleasure built to a crescendo.

"That's it, lass," Fili whispered hoarsely when he started to feel her walls contract around him around him as speed up the pace, "Come for me, love." The lust in his voice was the final straw, and something within Moira swelled and snapped, the waves of pleasure taking her as Fili continued to thrust his thick digits in and out of her as her body shuddered and heaved, his burning blue eyes taking in every detail of her face as her orgasm took her, her cheeks flushed, eyes closed, lids fluttering, lips parted and swollen from kissing, moans of ecstasy ripping from those dark pink lips. While she was still riding the little after-shocks of pleasure, her brain hazy, he lent down to take her lips in a passionate kiss.

When he pulled away she was still breathless. Her eyes were open now, the dark chocolate orbs gazing up at him, looking dazed. She gulped, as if trying to learn how to breath again. "That was amazing," she smiled up at him. Neither of us is even completely naked yet ...

"I hope you're not too tired yet." he nipped at her neck. "I have so much more planned for tonight."

"Oh, we better not be done!" she laughed, her hands going to his belt and unbuckling it, drawing it out and tossing it aside. Fili made quick work of her leggings, tugging the pants and smallclothes down her legs as she lifted her hips to help him, and they were added to the growing pile of clothes, so that now she was completely naked before him. He took a moment to admire her. The night before had been hurried, since it had been in Beorn's house. With 12 other sleeping Dwarves, a Hobbit, and wizard nearby that they had been fearful of waking, neither of them had fully disrobed their first time together. But this time, they would fully see each other, and take their time. Fili ran a hand down her taut belly, taking in every inch of her with his eyes, his fingers running down the tight muscle of her thighs as she shivered at his touch. Mahal, she's perfect.

Moira sat up to kiss Fili as her hands went to cup his length from outside his leather trousers. He groaned into her mouth and bucked into her hand as she rubbed him. She smiled. It was nice to know she could affect him as much as he did her. She pulled his lower lip into her mouth as she kissed him, sucking it playfully, as both hands went to the laces of his trousers. She pulled the laces out, and his manhood sprang free. She looked down and her eyes widened a little. Even though she had already slept with him, and knew he was quite large, she was surprised to actually see the size of him, his girth much wider than average. Fili chuckled at her expression, and she shivered. Gods, just his voice turns me on so much! She wrapped her hand around his manhood, looking into his smoldering eyes, and began to pump him, wanting to give him the same pleasure he had just given her. His blue eyes glazed. She licked her lips, watching his face. Fuck, he's hot. She delighted in the feeling of him jerking into her palm, his hips bucking against her, his body begging for more. She picked up the tempo, but just as his breathing was starting to get ragged, he pulled away from her.

"No, not yet," Fili was struggling to get his breathing under control. Moira just looked at him, confused, afraid she had done something wrong. He must have seen it in her eyes, because he answered her question without her needing to ask it.

"I want to finish inside you, not in your hand," He leaned in to kiss her again and she eagerly met his questing lips. "And I've yet to taste you, lass," he purred. A soft moan escaped her as she realized what he wanted to do to her, and Fili growled in response. He took the lead, pushing her insistently back to the blankets, smiling down mischievously. Once again he went so slowly Moira thought she'd go mad from anticipation. He kissed and licked and caressed his way down her body, his hair trailing after him. Moira knew it couldn't really have been that long, but it felt like hours before he finally reached the apex of her thighs. By the time he did, she was panting, her entire body quivering, aching for him. Fili loved it, seeing her completely in his power like this. He blew on her sex, causing a gasp to fall from her lips and her hips to jerk upwards. He placed a strong hand on her hip, pinning her down easily. A whine was ripped from Moira's throat. She was desperate for contact.

"Fili, please!"

He chuckled lowly, his sapphire eyes smoldering. "Patience, love, patience,"

Moira propped herself up on her elbows to gaze down at him. Still keeping her hips pinned with one hand, he smirked wickedly at her, before lowing his mouth to her core and sweeping his tongue up her swollen folds, lapping at the evidence of her arousal. Moira didn't recognize the mewling sound that came from her throat as Fili licked her, but she did feel his grin against her sex, his eyes never leaving hers. Fili's talented tongue came up to swirl around her clit, before sweeping back down her folds again. Moira was seeing stars, not aware of anything in the world but Fili's hands and mouth on her body. When she didn't think she could take any more teasing, Fili finally closed his luscious full lips around her nubbin, sucking hard, running his teeth gently over the bundle of nerves, while his hand ran up and down his cock.

Moira's hands were soon buried in his hair again, tugging gently as Fili pleasured her, and himself, and it was driving him close to the edge. Fili released the hand that had been pining her hip down, so that he could slip two fingers inside her core, as he sucked at her clit, listening to her breathy moans, while still pumping himself. He crooked his fingers again as he slowly pumped them in and out of her, in time with the strokes on his manhood, as his tongue swirled her clit, slashing across the sensitive bud, then around it.

"Y-yes, oh F-Fili, that's it," she moaned, breathlessly. He felt her body shuddering and redoubled his efforts. Moira was in ecstasy. Fili really knew what he was doing. Every touch of his fingers, lips, and tongue just drove her heat higher, and reduced her body to a quivering, moaning mess. Those beautiful, magnificent mustache braids were only heightening the experience in a way she had not thought possible. With his face buried in her sex, his beard pleasantly scratching the sensitive flesh of her thighs, the braids just added to the sensations, tickling where her legs met her body, the metal beads cooling her heated skin. When he started to hum, the vibration was the last straw, and she finally came undone, screaming his name this time, her hands tightening in his hair almost painfully as her body bucked against his fingers and mouth. Not that he minded.

Moira was panting from the force of her orgasm, watching him with her beautiful brown eyes lidded and dazed. It pleased Fili immensely to know he had been the one to do that to her. As she rode the after-shocks, Fili planted butterfly kisses on the taut muscle of her stomach. Her fingers finally loosened in his hair, dropping to his chin, and drawing him gently up to her face. When she started to lick herself off of his beard, Fili thought he'd explode right there. "Mahal," he groaned, and she giggled.

He kissed her then, slipping his tongue between her parted lips to plunder her mouth, letting her fully taste herself as he positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock to her sopping wet folds, pulling back from the kiss to watch her face as he slowly dragged his manhood along her core. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, staring down into her pleasure-drugged face.

"You, Fili, I want you." She arched into him, trying to draw him to her, but Fili held her down again, rubbing the head of his weeping cock against her clit and watching her shudder. Mahal, he wanted to take her. But not just yet. He wanted to hear her say it first. He wanted her to beg for him.

"Say it." he ground out. "More specific."

"Take me, Fili. I want you to fuck me!"

"Beg." His voice was commanding, and it made Moira even wetter.

Under any other circumstances, she might have been too proud, but right now, she didn't hesitate. "Please, Fili, please, please fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"At your service," He growled, and he sheathed himself inside her heat in one smooth motion. He didn't give her any time to adjust, grabbing her hips and starting a punishing pace right away, fucking her hard and fast, just as she had asked. After months of teasing and hours of foreplay, she was more than ready. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking them and pressing one of her heels into the small of his back, encouraging him to fuck her harder. Her hands were clutching his shoulders desperately, clinging to him with everything she had.

"Mahal, you are so tight," he gasped, throwing his head back.

"Fili, yes, Gods, Fili, fuck me," she murmured as he slid steadily in and out of her. Fili moved one of his hands to her apex, the place where they were joined, stroking her clit in time with his thrusts. In almost no time at all, Fili could feel her body start to tense around him, and her words changed to breathy, strangled-sounding moans. He bent to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, running his teeth along the pert peak, as he continued to thrust deep inside her. When her orgasm overtook her, it was all Fili could do not to topple over that cliff with her. He moved back up to kiss her, and she bit his neck instead, which proved his undoing. Fili had meant to hold on longer, but with her walls clamping around his manhood, and now her teeth and tongue along his pulse, he couldn't take it any longer. He slammed into her, holding her hips still as he roared his release, and shuddering, collapsed on top of her, his head buried in the crook of her neck. She stroked his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, and Fili could swear he could hear the smirk in her voice. Well, he supposed she had earned it. That was when Fili realized that although she was fully unclothed, he was still wearing his trousers.

They lay like that for some time, his softened manhood still inside her, her fingers running through his hair as he nuzzled her neck. Neither of them spoke in anything other than contented sighs. At some point, he realized she seemed to be having trouble breathing from his heavy weight on top of her. He (somewhat regretfully) slipped out of her, kissing her collarbone as he did so, and settled beside her, taking a moment to finally kick off his pants entirely. Moira immediately snuggled into his side when he lay down, and Fili wrapped his strong arm around her. He was grateful, actually. A part of him had been afraid that as soon as she had taken her pleasure, her fear of love would return and she would run back to camp. He was glad she wanted to still be near him, even after he had satisfied her so thoroughly.

Moira peppered soft kisses across his chest in a slow, lazy way. The sensation, along with her cooler-than-a-Dwarf's body temperature pressed against him, started to relight the fire of his forge, although if she had only lain with human males, Fili was certain she believed the night to be over. When Moira kissed him again, her mouth was gentle, but his desire rising again had him responding hungrily, his hand sweeping down her back, stroking her skin, to finally squeeze her pert buttock. Fili pressed her to him, and when she felt his hardness, she gasped in surprise. "Fili, are you … ? Already?" Oh, Mahal, how he loved that little gasp, and the look of awe that suddenly dawned on her face. He grinned wolfishly, and captured her lips again. It was time to teach his little human Ranger just what Dwarven stamina meant.

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