A/N: Many thanks to those who've expressed interest in these drabbles. It means a lot. Here's the second one.
Disclaimer: The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings are copyrighted to and belong to J. R. R. Tolkien. I'm just playing in his sandbox and receive no financial gain from this.
"If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it to a bed."
Tauriel's cheeks lit up. King Thranduil hadn't been misleading in his subtle but unrelenting persuasions and neither had she, but the exciting possibility of more to that smouldering look; that glint of all-consuming hunger in the sovereign's eyes?
If you keep looking at me like that, she wanted to say but lacked the tongue mobility, we won't make it to a bed.
No, she would straddle him here and now, using her daggers as instigators if it meant he couldn't escape her grasp.
"You're trembling," he murmured, a smile crossing those tempting lips.
Tauriel couldn't lie. "Yes... I am."