Smutty out-take 2, carried on from Chapter 43 of Lose Yourself:

I peeked around the corner, relaxing immediately. Fili was in the hallway, holding a torch. It burned brightly and I scrunched my eyes up against the sting. He held his hand out to me, and I took it, feeling the rough warmth of him and sighing internally with happiness.

'Come,' he said, and led me down the passageway. My stomach octopus started to wriggle – we hadn't been alone, like alone alone, since that awesome night in Laketown, and now I had no idea where he was taking me but it had to be somewhere where it was just he and I in a locked and private room, as he said back in Mirkwood. He felt the same things, and wanted the same things I did, I know he did.

He looked sideways at me as we rounded a corner and headed up a flight of stone stairs, face glowing and partially shadowed by his hair, beads on his moustache braids glinting by the light of the fire he carried. And he smiled gently, leading me on. The lips, the dimples, the beard and the body encasing the soul that was kind and brave and loyal. In other words, as close to perfection as one could get.

I felt so lucky, and so happy. And nervous, and excited, and so, so nervous.

We wove through more passageways, and by now I was completely lost, but we hadn't gone far. He stopped outside a stone doorway, but if he didn't point it out I would not have seen it at all. And leaning heavily on it to push it open, he gestured for me to go inside.

The room was quite long, and mostly bare stone walls save for a large metal wash-tub, a table with food and a water skin on it, a large fireplace at the end with a merrily-crackling fire within that cast soft light throughout, and copious rugs and furs with a couple of pillows placed neatly on the floor in front of it.

Oh my god Mahal above.

Heat and desire pooled deep within my belly, and my heart burst into a gallop. I turned to see Fili pulling the door shut behind him, and stowing the torch on a bracket mounted next to it on the wall. He looked almost uncertain, but I had no idea why, because I am certain that this is where we need to be right now.

'There are nicer places, but I didn't want to be too far away from the Company.' He explained, now looking apologetic.

'DILLIGAF?' I said, walking up and standing in front of him, probably a bit too eager.

'Pardon?'

'It's, um, an acronym, from back home.' I smiled widely. 'Does it look like I give a fuck?'

'Mahal, Bonnie.' He said, rolling his eyes, before lunging for me, picking me up and holding me with one arm underneath my bottom. I gasped and then giggled, holding onto his neck as he strode quickly to the end of the room.

I felt bold. My fingers slid over his chest as he put me down, resting his arms at his sides. We stood for a moment, him letting me caress his torso. He didn't say anything; he just looked at me, eyes blazing.

'I've stopped bleeding.' I announced.

'It wouldn't have made any difference to me if you still were.' He replied, corners of his mouth turning up into a tiny little grin.

I let my mouth fall open. The sexual tension in the room was incredible – fiery and electric, and he was the only thing I could see or comprehend. He placed his hands on either side of my waist, and pulled me flush against him. My skin burned where he touched me, even though I still wore clothes, and his erection pressed into my belly.

I shivered, and my breathing quickened. 'See, Bonnie?' He said. 'I love you. I want you.'

'Ye-.' I tried to say yes, but he crashed his lips onto mine before I even got the word out. I gasped and rallied to keep up, but my emotions felt almost assaulted. He wound his hands into my hair and tugged gently. I moaned into his mouth, and he gently encouraged my lips open, stroking my tongue with his. I felt faint, the combination of him, his presence, the way he smelled – smoke, sweat and that intoxicating rosemary and mint Fili smell – overwhelmed me and I collapsed against him.

He didn't skip a beat, moving his hands and placing them securely around me. I pulled back just a fraction to get at the front of my shirt, but he let me go, grabbing a hold of my hands and holding them tight.

'No, I will do that.' He said, breathless.

Oh, my, god.

'We're going to wash, first.' He added, dropping my hands and walking over to the fire. I stood there, stunned, thinking washing was such a mundane thing to be doing at that point. But Fili was not to be swayed, and he smiled at me as he took a large iron pot off the fire and carried it over to the metal tub, before pouring the water from the pot into it. It can't have been heating for very long, because Fili tested it with a finger and straightened back up, seeming satisfied.

'Come here, please.' He said, holding out his hand. I took it and joined him, but he kneeled in front of me, and without taking his eyes off me, started undoing one of my bootlaces. He slid my boot and my sock off wordlessly, stroking the top of my bare foot before gently sitting it down and doing the same with my other foot. I don't know how he managed to make the act of taking shoes off so sensual, but he did, and it spoke of what was to come. My heartbeat pounded in my ears.

He stood up, and kicked his own boots off. My stomach was now just one hot, tingly rush of longing, heightened when he ran his hands over my collar and started unbuttoning my shirt. His hands skated down my arms as he pushed it off me, discarding it on the floor and reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. He dragged it from my shoulders, down my arms and let it fall.

I stared into his eyes as he touched me, gently caressing my bare breasts, nipples hard and puckered beneath his rough fingers. He stepped back, making quick work of his scarf and tunic, so there he stood, shirtless again, in front of me. And again, I couldn't keep my eyes on his face, tracing greedily down and noting the muscles, the broad shoulders, the smattering of hair on his chest and abdomen.

Fili moved to me once more, undoing my trousers and pushing them and my underwear down and away, letting his hands roam around to my bottom and leaning against me, squeezing gently that sensitive area between ass cheeks and thigh. I let out a quick breath and rested my lips on his shoulder, kissing him softly, but keeping my hands at my sides because I knew that's what he wanted. And without moving his stance, he loosened his trousers and let them fall.

There we stood, naked. He pulled me gently into the tub, and we stood mid-calf deep in it, more than enough room for both of us. The hot water felt so good, and he wet a cloth before standing in front of me, close to me but not quite touching, and squeezed the water onto me as he washed me. The water trickled down my breasts, and my whole body broke out in goosebumps.

I stood there, trembling more with desire and less to do with the cold, as he made quick work of washing himself, clearly getting impatient. He let the cloth fall back into the tub and took my hand to help me out. And we speedily dried ourselves on some dry cloth, laughing together at just how ruled we were by lust and the excitement of the moment, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me in front of the fire.

His body was warm, and the fire was warm. He dipped his head to kiss me once more, rough hands pressed gently into my back. I held his face, trailing my fingers through his beard.

'I love you, Fili, my king,' I whispered breathlessly to him in between kisses.

His cock was rock hard, again pressed up against me, and I pressed my body into his. He gently manoeuvred himself so that his cock slipped between my thighs, easily due to my arousal. He sighed as I squeezed him, and I turned my head to kiss his neck, trailing kisses down his chest. He wound his hands into my hair as I bit one nipple and gently sucked on the other, and I set myself down on my knees.

He looked at me, tall and heady and wanting, and I looked at him, not breaking eye contact as I took him into my mouth, running the tip of his cock across the roof of my mouth as I pushed my lips further down his shaft, and flicked my tongue along the underside. He gasped and pulled on my hair as I slid my lips up and down again, sucking gently and working the rest of his shaft with my hand.

Oh my Mahal, he tasted good. My other hand roamed down his legs, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch. I knew he wasn't far off when he started groaning, body twitching and involuntarily thrusting, fucking my mouth. He pulled me back off him and I looked up at him. He was panting, pink in the face with pupils so wide his eyes looked black.

'Bonnie, I want to come inside you.' He whispered, voice throaty and gravelly.

I squeezed my legs together, clit throbbing, almost feeling faint with need. I closed my eyes, and he picked me up, hands beneath my bottom, and I wrapped my legs around him. Again he carried me, placing me gently down on the furs with my head on a pillow, and I quivered beneath him as he traced my body with his fingers, gently kissing down my body, my skin like fire beneath his touch and the prickly scratch of his beard.

He pushed my legs apart and shifted himself further down, and I felt him there for the first time. He slid his tongue over my swollen labia, and I moaned uncontrollably as he flicked it over my clitoris, circling gently. The beads on his moustache braids rested against my skin where my inner thighs joined the rest of my body, adding to the sensations he was giving me. I pressed my pelvis into him, scrabbling my hands for purchase against the furs I lay on.

I wasn't going to last much longer, and I squirmed beneath him. 'Fili, put your fingers in me,' I begged. He slipped two fingers into my pussy, stroking, and I came hard, contracting around him, waves of pleasure rolling and raging intensely throughout my body. I groaned loudly, eyes closed, ears ringing. I barely registered him removing his fingers and kissing his way back up my abdomen, beard and moustache damp from my excitement.

I still couldn't open my eyes, the aftershocks from my orgasm still racking me. He latched on to my neck, pulling at my skin with his teeth, and wound one of his hands into my hair. He thrust into me as he pulled my neck back, and I cried out; the delicious stretch and fullness of him, the warm weight of him, almost more than I could bear as he began fucking me.

As he moved in and out, slowly, pushing hard against me, his pubic bone ground against my still-swollen clit. My orgasm seemed to linger, sending delicious bursts of pleasure through me. He was panting – it wouldn't be long. His hair fell across my shoulders, and I pushed it back, threading my fingers into it and pulling hard. He arched his neck back and pushed himself up onto his hands, groaning loudly.

And I lay back and watched him, my lover, my Fili, the sharp curves of his biceps holding himself up, his skin starting to shine with sweat. His eyes were firmly on my breasts, watching them jiggle with every movement of his own body. He shifted his gaze to my eyes, and with a few soft, carnal grunts, came deep inside me.

My whole body felt like jelly, but I was so content. We lay there together for a good long time with his cock still buried in me, his head lying on the pillow next to mine, our arms and legs entwined together, as close to being one as we could get. I gently stroked his back with my fingernails and fiddled with his braids, and he sighed and closed his eyes.

Worth the wait.

Well, here it is, guys, the second smutty instalment in the Fili/Bonnie saga. Credit to the following songs for the inspiration:
Peking Duk - Take Me Over
Kevin Bloody Wilson - DILLIGAF.

Hope you all enjoyed. Please review!