Kili & Katniss : Taming the Fire

"Beautiful.." Kili breathed as he watched the dark haired girl intently. He was falling, fast. The girl looked over to him. Had she heard? "What's beautiful?" She had.

Kili, now flustered and unsure, stuttered "You-'re technique! It's wonderful, I've never seen anything to match it's lovliness, Miss Katniss."

She sighed and lowered her bow. With a small toss of her head, her bangs fell away from her face, letting him soak in her features. She started toward him. When she was but inches away from his face, her eyes locked on his, testing him. He studied her every move to it's fullest, trying to decide what he was going to do next.

"Were you really talking about my technique, Kili?"

He decided that her expression was a flirtatious one and mustered up quite a bit of blind courage.

"No, no I wasn't.."

Kili tested her by placing his hand in the curve of her side, and my, was it nice. Smooth. Toned.

When she didn't object, he took her by the waist and shut her wild eyes with nervous but tender kisses. Her lips felt soft as butter pressed against his. It almost drove him mad.

Katniss invited his tongue into her waiting mouth. He obliged with curiosity. She let the dwarf's tongue explore, occasionally letting hers dance with it. They broke apart, unwillingly, to fill their lungs.

Minutes turned into seconds. They couldn't get one another undressed fast enough. Kili fumbled with the clasp of her bra while she untied his makeshift belt and wrestled with his pants. With all the heat building up inside her spread to him like wild fire. He was beginning to get impatient. When he was fed up with trying to remove it casually, he ripped the bra from her body. Her exposed nipples hardened. Kili took in the sight of his new lover in all her glory. Her curves were perfect. Her breasts were enough for a handfull, which was all he needed, and she seemed to like it when he touched them. Katniss slipped a careful hand into Kili's pants, and wrapped her fingers around his hardening manhood, stroking it gently. He bit down on her neck just hard enough to leave a mark. She let a small moan past her lips as his mouth left her neck and found it's way to her left breast, teasing it. He laid her down, and aimed for more of her sweet whimpers by trailing kisses down her soft skin until he reached her panty-line, which he removed with his teeth.

"Mmh.. Kili..." She moaned, her eyes fluttering with pleasure. His gaze met hers, and he smirked. "Stop teasing.. just do it.. please... I Ahh-" He kissed her entrance and ran a single finger around it before sliding his tongue inside and brushing her inner walls. She tasted nice. Sweet. Desperate. In this moment, she belonged to him. Her fire was at his will.