I'm actually not entirely displeased with this one... I don't believe that there can be too many, but please ignore any slight grammar/spelling errors that you find. It's late, but this bothered me until it was written. Written for a friend on dA, who requested cuddling, harps, and smut. I chickened out on writing actual smut.
Enjoy.

Bilbo Baggins was quite comfortable. The firelight flickered warmly a few feet away from the enticingly soft chair that the two lay curled up in, and Thorin Oakenshield's arm was draped over his side. The arm secured the Hobbit to his lover's chest, and the large hand rested on the bare shoulder, stroking lightly. Bilbo was entirely sure that Thorin wasn't sleeping, but the moment seemed too perfect to ruin, and he was loathe to do so. He snuffled and snuggled further into the soft furs.

Growing drowsy, Bilbo reluctantly blinked himself to complete awareness once more. He didn't want to fall asleep- not yet, anyway- when there was a question still lingering at the back of his mind. He'd likely forget it if he slept.

"Thorin?"

"Mmn?" The dwarf's voice was heavy and muffled by sleep, eye lids still covering the shockingly blue eyes. Bilbo ghosted a kiss over his neck, attention caught for a moment by the exposed skin. At the chuckle that rumbled deep in Thorin's chest, though, he remembered himself.

"Why haven't I heard you play your harp? I'm told that you're quite skilled." It was true. Thorin had been courting his Hobbit for well over three months now, and Bilbo hadn't even seen the instrument.

He was suprised when Thorin rolled over and pulled the Hobbit on top of him. He cracked an endearing yawn before saying, "You, my dear Hobbit, ARE my harp."

Bilbo's eyes narrowed in momentary confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I can elicit even better sounds from you." He pulled the Hobbit's face to his, locking their lips. A happy moan fell from the smaller as tongues came into play.

Thorin broke away. "Do you see what I mean?" Bilbo blushed cherry-red and moved to capture the dwarf-king's lips once more, but was halted as a vertical finger was placed softly over his mouth- a silent 'shhhh'. Bilbo saw the unspoken promise. "Tonight," it said.

That night, it wasn't long before music from Thorin's harp echoed throughout the room.