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Their first time happened in Fíli's car when he brought her home after a date.
Like so many other things in their relationship, it wasn't planned.
They had been seeing each other for almost two months then, and although they had already tried different things (only last week, she had even allowed him to go down on her for the very first time and to her surprise she had liked it more than she would have thought), they had never gone all the way. That was about to change on Sigrid's eighteenth birthday.
After having spent the afternoon with Sigrid's family, chatting over coffee and cake with her father and her siblings about unimportant things, Fíli invited her to a fancy restaurant for dinner, just the two of them.
Sigrid felt misplaced in her new but cheap sundress, made from light blue polyester with a pale yellow floral print and a knitted cardigan when taking a glimpse at the other women in that establishment, all of them looking like supermodels or trophy wives of some sort, smartly dressed and perfectly styled, none of them being such a plain Jane like her with almost no make-up on and her dark blond curls in a simple fishtail braid.
Fíli, however, acted as if he belonged there, looking especially handsome in his well-fitted summer suit made from ecru linen and a light blue shirt of the same material (and for a moment she thought how funny it was that they had dressed in similar colours), his blond curls pulled into a ponytail, except from the two braids he wore every day, framing his face.
Sigrid had asked him once if they had some special meaning and Fíli had explained that they actually did because after his accident, Kíli had not only had to learn how to speak and walk again, but also to train his fine motor skills, and his physiotherapist had come up with the brilliant idea that Kíli could do so by braiding his brothers long hair. Of course, his first attempts had looked messy and crooked but over time he had perfected those skills so that he now braided Fíli's hair every day and it had become some kind of bonding ritual between the brothers.
Sigrid thought that this was rather cute.
While following the young waiter who was leading them to their table, Sigrid could feel the stares of the other people, immediately being reminded of her school days when the other kids had picked on her because her family couldn't afford brand-named clothes and she had to wear hand-knitted sweaters and homemade dresses. Although they had been the cause for her being ridiculed by the others, Sigrid still kept them. They had been made by her mother and Sigrid cherished them for that reason alone.
"Sigrid?" Fíli's voice brought her back to the present.
Apparently they had arrived at their table. Fíli set the chair in place for her before sitting down himself and the waiter first lit the candle, then he handed out the menus to them. Fíli ordered a bottle of water and bottle of wine.
When Sigrid looked at the prices she couldn't believe her eyes. Why would people spend so much money on food, no matter how good it was?
"I think I'll have the steak with a baked potato and some lamb's lettuce," he declared, closing the menu and looking expectantly at her. "What about you, Sig?"
She sighed. Of course, she wouldn't have to pay for her meal - Fíli had made that clear - yet she didn't want to order anything too expensive because she didn't want to appear as if she was taking advantage of his offer.
"Well, I think I'll have the mixed salad with fried chicken breast," she finally decided, closing the menu as well.
Fíli raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I mean, you can order anything from the menu, so why don't you choose something fancy?" he asked.
"I-I'm not that hungry," she lied, avoiding his eyes.
Fíli sighed. "Sigrid, we've already talked about this. You don't have to be modest when I'm buying you dinner," he explained and Sigrid could feel her cheeks growing red, especially when he added, "I like spending money on you."
Nobody - except from her family - had ever been nice to her without wanting something in return, so she had difficulties to accept his generosity, always having the thought in the back of mind that he might expect some kind of repayment. Since she was poor, the only payment she could offer was her body and she didn't want to have that kind of relationship with him.
And it wasn't as if Fíli expected something like that from her.
After finding out how young she really was, he had promised her to never initiate anything sexual unless she was ready for it. So far he had kept his promise, always asking permission before kissing or touching her, asking if she liked it that way and if she was alright. Sigrid knew that he was a very considerate first boyfriend and lover.
So Sigrid smiled because he liked to see her smile. "I know Fíli. But you have to understand that I don't like to accept charity."
As soon as the words had left her mouth, she knew that she had involuntarily insulted him. It was visible in the set of his jaw, in the expression of his eyes. Sometimes it scared her how good she was at reading him (and he at reading her) after the short time they had been together.
"This isn't charity, Sigrid. I'm doing something nice for my girlfriend. I thought you knew that. Inviting you to dinner is the same as giving you a small gift in order to express my appreciation of you. But maybe you consider them as charity as well," he said acidly.
Oh yes, the gifts.
Every time they met, he would give her something. A book she had told him about, the hair conditioner she had wanted to buy for a very long time but couldn't really afford, her favourite chocolates.
"Fíli, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I know that you only want to be nice. Let's just forget about this stupid conversation and enjoy the evening," she suggested, placing her hand over his, slightly stroking the back of his hand with her thumb.
It had the desired effect on him. Sigrid could see how his breath hitched, then he swallowed hard, before smiling at her, sporting his dimples.
"It's okay. I should have known better than to pout. Kíli is the one whom pouting suits, not me," he joked and they both chuckled.
When the waiter returned with their water and wine, they ordered their food. Although Sigrid normally didn't drink any alcohol, not even when her father permitted it on special occasions like Christmas, New Year's Eve or birthdays, she decided to give the wine Fíli had ordered a chance, if only because it was a Rosé and the colour reminded her of her little sister. To her surprise it tasted wonderful, sweet and fresh, and the only comparison that came to her mind was that it tasted like a perfect summer's day, like her birthdays used to be when their mother was still with them and her mother was excelling herself in order to make it a memorable event.
But those days were long gone and if Sigrid had learned one thing in her life, it was that dwelling on the past wasn't good for anyone.
When their food arrived, Sigrid noticed how hungry she really was; maybe she should have ordered more than just a salad. However, after taking the first bite, she moaned involuntarily: This was the best salad she had ever eaten. And even the chicken tasted more like chicken if that made any sense.
Fíli seemed to be pleased that she liked the food. "See? I told you that they whip up pretty decent meals here!" he commented smugly which prompted her to roll her eyes.
"Fíli! You could show more respect towards the amazing person who prepared this wonderful dinner!" she scolded him.
Fíli grinned at her. "Oh, I do so on a regular basis. Bombur, the owner and maître de cuisine, and Sookie, his wife and sous-chef, are good friends with my mother and uncle," he confessed.
Shaking her head, Sigrid couldn't help but grin back.
After the main course, Fíli insisted on ordering dessert and while he had some petits fours frais, Sigrid went for a crème brûlée because she had heard so much about it (it happened to be Tauriel's favourite dessert and despite Sigrid's initial reservations towards the red-haired woman, they had become good friends). Sigrid had to admit that the dessert was good, though not overwhelming.
Slightly giddy from the wine (except from the one glass Fíli had had, Sigrid had drunken the major part of the bottle's contents), she clung to Fíli's arm when they left the restaurant, no longer being ashamed of her cheap dress and hand-knitted, dark-blue cardigan (she had made it herself last autumn while watching her favourite series on TV) because a gorgeous man was in love with her and she with him.
After getting into Fíli's car, she turned on the radio, searching for a song she might like, finding none. Frustrated she leant back in the passenger seat.
"You know, I can put one of my CDs into the audio system if you don't mind," he offered.
Sigrid shrugged. "I don't mind. It can't be any worse than the crap they are broadcasting at the moment," she replied, knowing full well that Fíli preferred classic rock and metal (like her father, that was how she recognized most of the songs he listened to) whereas she usually favoured whatever was on the charts.
But then, he surprised her with a compilation of rock ballads, starting with a cover version (all of the songs he listened to were cover versions, for whatever reason) of "A Whiter Shade of Pale", followed by "Summer Wine", "Stairway to Heaven" and "Nothing Else Matters". When they were driving through the rural area that separated her small hometown from the big city where Fíli lived and where they just had dinner, she heard the first sounds of "Soldier of Fortune" and something in her melted. When the singer sang "Come lay with me and love me" she made a decision.
"Fíli, I don't want to go home right now," she confessed, biting her lower lip while watching him out of the corner of her eye.
Fíli briefly glanced at her before focussing his attention back on the road. "So what do you suggest? What shall we do?" he asked.
Feeling bold, Sigrid cleared her throat before saying, "There is this parking lot which the kids in my town call lovers' lane..."
She could see that Fíli briefly tensed before asking, "Are you sure?"
Her own, rather breathless answer was "Yes."
After that, she pointed out where he had to turn left, leaving the country road in order to reach the parking lot. Theirs was the only car there.
She barely gave him time to turn off the engine before she was upon him, kissing him wildly, her hands roaming over his still clothed body, stealing beneath the garments, freeing him of them.
Of course, he responded eagerly to her advances, helping her to get rid of the flimsy dress and plain white bra, just as she had helped him to shed his jacket and was busy opening the buttons on his shirt, brushing it off his shoulders while straddling his lap.
Finally, she could feel his skin with the coarse body hair beneath her fingertips, panting as his mouth locked onto one of her nipples while she opened his belt and trousers, freeing his impressive member from its confinement, massaging it the way she knew he liked.
"Sigrid!" he moaned into her ear, gripping her backside tightly to the point of bruising before burying his face in the crook of her neck and she knew that it would happen then and there.
"Please, Fíli, I need to feel you... inside of me!" she finally admitted which caused him to hold her at arms' length so that he could look into her eyes.
"Are you... are you sure?" he asked and she nodded.
"Yes, of course, I'm sure. I want to be with you completely, I want you to be my first!" she declared and for a moment he just looked into her eyes before crashing his lips to hers.
They didn't speak after that, too preoccupied with feeling and touching and tasting.
At some point, he leant over and opened the glove department on the passenger side in order to take out a package of condoms and for a moment she considered asking him why he kept his condoms there but decided against it. She didn't want to ruin the moment.
And then he ripped open the foil, rolling the condom onto his engorged member and it hit her that now was the moment when she would lose her virginity.
Her sudden panic must have been visible on her face because he hesitated, studying her for a moment. "Sigrid, are you sure?" he wanted to know again, yet there was only one correct answer to this and she whispered, "Yes."
Fíli looked straight into her eyes as he helped her getting rid of her knickers and spreading her folds while positioning himself at her entrance.
And then he slid inside.
It hurt at first, more than she thought it would, but Fíli was patient, waiting until she signalled to him that it was okay to move. And then, slowly but surly the pain subsided, being replaced by pleasure. However, she didn't reach her peak until he started massaging her clit in time with his thrusts and then she threw her head back, crying out his name as the best orgasm she ever had hit her. As she was convulsing around him, he followed her over the edge, her name on his lips.
Afterward, Sigrid didn't know how long it took them to come down from their high, clinging to each other, caressing, kissing.
"Are you alright?" Fíli finally asked after their breathing had slowed down and Sigrid noticed how coarse her throat was. "Yes. And you?" she wanted to know in turn.
Fíli smiled fondly at her. "Never been better, my Sigrid."
Then he lifted her hips from his lap so that he could pull out of her before getting rid of the condom.
For a brief moment, Sigrid considered getting dressed but decided that she was too sleepy for that. Their recent activities had really worn her out and she could do with a nap.
Looking into Fíli's happy but equally exhausted face, she knew that he felt the same.
And against all odds, they dozed off while cuddling in a very uncomfortable position in the driver's seat.