A desire too far

ERG;JEIGRGEOFWGIofkrfieorgh.!... " BADPENNY curling up into a ball and rocking herself to sleep,"

Distant fire light danced off their bodies as they embraced each other for the very first time as Soulmates.

He was intoxicating. Like hot cider on a cold day, he made her warm and dizzy all in the same second, he made her toes curl and her head spin, the earth swayed under her feet and the room titled.

Thorin pulled back suddenly, Lif gasped and realised that she hadn't breathed for some minutes, to entranced by his mouth to think of anything else but him. His heat left her; it was like being doused with ice, she needed him, his power, and his presence: Thorin smiled as she reached for him, her eyes shining with desperation.

His cheeks had a dark flush as he studied her face, pushing a dark lock of hair out of her eyes. "Lif," pressing his lips against her forehead, he whispered with quiet desperation; every instinct yelling at him to turn back, to flee from her embrace, but his body would not obey.

"Yes Thorin," Lif replied hoarsely, she was barely able to breathe, her heart raced like wild horses across the sky. He pulled back and studied her face, his eyes sparkling with a frightening blue intensity, his large calloused hands rising to cup her face, holding her firmly under his unwavering gaze.

"Lif, listen, I just need you to listen for a moment - " he began, his voice quivering slightly as he spoke.

"Thorin what's...?" Lif interrupted in confusion, anxiety curling in her chest. Thorin pressed his thumb over her lips, stopping her speech.

"I want you to want me; not because it is your duty to flatter me or your duty to your Prince or Lord, not even as a dwarf but as a man wants a women," his voice was low and earnest, but strong and filled with a determination at that could have flattened mountains. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear as he continued to speak. "Let me show you how much I desire you and how much I love you with every fibre of my soul."

Lif was bowled over by his words. No one had ever spoken like that, he was humble, dropping his guarded emotions that he hid behind, letting her see the real dwarf under the Prince's mask. He had let her into his inner most trust, now she must do the same. She licked her lips, trying to find the right words to express herself.

"I didn't save your life out of duty or honour nor did your bidding just because you are my prince. After all, that is just a title really, I did it because I love you, ya' Big Idiot," they weren't eloquent or beautiful like his were, but her words were true and simple, and sometimes the simplest things are the most beautiful of all.

Thorin growled low and husky at her words, wild flames of passion consuming his restraint as he claimed her lips once again, pressing his body against her until he could feel every last inch of her curves against him.

Lif's hands tangled in his hair, knitting her fist into his dark wavy locks as she pulled him harder against her lips. Shivers ran up her spine and her toes curled, every inch of her body crying out for his touch.

So masculine, so powerful, it was as if Aüle herself had blessed him with the grace and power of a timber wolf stalking its prey. He was the predator and she was ready to be devoured.

Heat scorched the Princes body as her hands ran up and down his arms and embracing the bunching tension of his muscles. He moaned deep and desperately as her clever fingers began to unlace the front of his tunic, her nails biting a little against the sensitive flesh of his collar bone.

All the control had fled him, it was as if his body was being consumed by fire, by passion, by hunger to embrace her and know every inch of her. His lips danced along her jaw, nibbling the sensitive flesh, before nuzzling the into the crook of her neck: inhaling her exquisite perfume that bewitched him, he felt her tense and her limbs quiver before she threw her head back and moaned his name, her voice thick with pleasure.

He pulled back and regarded her face; it was flushed pink like it had been in battle, her lips were wet and parted slightly and her eyes sparkled with an intensity that challenged the very stars.

Lif reached for his belt: lust and anticipation building up until she felt it would crash over her. But Thorin caught her hands and held them, Lif winced as little as her bruised wrist smarted, his eyes down cast, he took a reluctant step away from her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to rush..." her mind was awash with chemicals and adrenaline, she didn't even know what words were coming out of her mouth, she flushed scarlet with embarrassment.

He turned her bruised wrist over in his hand and studied the cut on her palm: it was red but was beginning to heal. Then met her eyes, every emotion laid bare on his face; his brow crinkled slightly but his features still and tranquil, his warm blue eyes melting away all her doubts- she felt like they welcoming her home.

"I want to savour this," Thorin whispered gently, before pressing his lips to her brow and lacing his fingers with hers. Picking up a nearby candle stick, he led her out the room, closing the library door behind them, and they made their way across the hallway and into his bedroom. Once over the threshold, Thorin released her hand and moved forward to place the candle on the bedside table, in front of his mirror: casting long shadows across the large room.

There was no fire lit in the hearth but it didn't matter, heat radiated from Thorin's skin like a furnace. Lif shuddered at the thought of running her hands over the glorious bounty of tanned flesh, tasting it, smelling the smoky maple and sweet cider- it was enough to make her beg for mercy. But none came.

Thorin stood watching her. His gemlike eyes running up and down her lush body, he stood by the side of the bed and slowly, sinfully, unlaced his belt letting it fall to the floor. Lif fell back against the closed wooden door; her knees buckling slightly as he pulled his blue tunic over his head, exposing the rippling muscles and arms underneath.

Every inch of his torso was strong, tight and powerful, dark chest hair gleaming in the candle light as he advanced on her. He pressed his lower body against hers, so that she could feel his hardened manhood against her stomach. His lips were centimetres from her, his breath blowing wispy hair about her face. She licked her lips and swallowed as the Prince leaned tentatively close, running his tongue over the outer shell of her ear as he locked the door behind her.

"I want to take my time loving you," his deep voice whispered in her ear, sending shivers squirming in her belly and loins, throwing her over the edge.

She threw herself forward, kissing him forcefully and deeply, while her hands roamed over his chiselled chest and back. His body felt better than it looked. Nothing could compare to the heat of his skin; the coarse bounty of hairs covering his biceps or how he moaned her name against her lips.

Her legs gave way as a wave of pleasure hit her, but Thorin caught her and lifting her into his arms, gripping her thighs as with his strong fingers. They moaned in unison as Lif pressed her core against his hardness, using the rise and fall of their kiss to give rhythm to her grinding[N1] . Thorin's knees caught on the side of the bed and both laughed as they tumbled down onto the mattress.

Lif nibbled at Thorin's collar bone but shuddered as he rubbed himself shamelessly against her, she'd never hated being clothed so much in her life. She sat up and began unlacing her bodice, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with her knot.

"Here, let me." Thorin whispered as he kissed her knuckles and moved them away from the string. He made short work of it and watched, transfixed as Lif tugged her dress over her head, exposing her nakedness for the first time. She was pale and strong; her breasts round mountain peaks, her nipples flushed pink like her lips. Thorin had imaged her like this many times, but he had never done her the justice she deserved.

His hands had a mind of their own as they slid up her sides, cupping her shoulder blades and her hip in his hands, and drawing her into her chest. He just needed to feel her skin against his, the coolness of her touch, the sensation of her naked body pressing against his.

She sat up suddenly and gazed down at him, lust burning in her eyes. "My love, we have all the time in the world," she stated as she began to comb her fingers through his hair.

Thorin watched entranced as she methodically unravelled his braids, being careful to set all his clasps aside, so that he could re-braid his hair when they were done. Lif leaned forward a little to study intricate silver clasp held plait behind his ear. But shuddered violently when Thorin took the opportunity to take her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her hardened peak: and lowered his hand, seeking the hot wetness of her thighs.

Lif threw pack her head in pleasure, knotting her hands into Thorin's hair and cradled his head, as his hand parted her sex and sank deep within her. She could barely move, barely think, as he sent another wave of pleasure through her body with the unrelenting movement of his skilful fingers pushing and harder. Tension built and fire raged within her, desperate for release, Lif placed her hand onto of Thorin's fingers and guided his rhythm.

She could feel his own eagerness, pressing against the leather of his breeches. It took every ounce of will power she had but she pulled away from his touch and sank back to the floor, kneeling between his knees. He sat up with confusion and watched in shocked awe as she unlaced his boots and the slid her hands seductively up his calves and then his thighs. Lif smiled as Thorin's eyes dilated as she slowly unlaced his breeches, releasing his erection: Pulling down the garment clear of his legs so that he was as naked as she.

She gasped a little and bit her lip when she saw the size of him, proud and tall, his shaft was every bit as muscled as his torso.

She ran her tongue over her palm, wetting it, and then reached down to massage his throbbing member with slow, seductive flicks of the wrist. He was hot and sticky as his body got ready to welcome her. Thorin hissed and biting his lips viscously, heat sheared him and his muscles tensed wildly.

He couldn't take it anymore, the temptation; the pleasure was all too great for him. An animalistic growl erupted deep within his chest, as he grabbed her wrists and flung her beside him on the bed, pinning her underneath him.

Lif welcomed him, her legs parting to accept his warm body to her, her ankles instinctively locking around his waist.

Thorin felt her shudder and moan as he cupped her bottom and brushed his shaft tantalisingly against her wetness. Her hair was splayed out beneath her and her arms extended over her head, he watched cautiously as she struggled to maintain her control.

"Please Thorin, I need you," her tone was hoarse and half whispered, her chest rising rapidly as she panted, drawing her breast to his attention more. Without warning Thorin used his superior strength, lifting her into his arms and placed her on his lap, entwining their bodies in a tight embrace. They both shuddered and gasped as she slid on his shaft, Lif clung to him like a raft in a storm as his fullness consumed her and Thorin clang back her welcoming heat sending him reeling.

"My love, you are so wet," he moaned into her hair and Lif began to rise and fall, her speed languid at first then growing in power and speed. They moved as one. Perfect and synchronised.

Sweat coated their skin and sweet juices of love made their movements' slick and fluid. Their lips worked seamlessly, like partners in a dance, their tongues moved rhythmically, teasing as much pleasure as they could.

Thorin braced his hand on her lower back, supporting her as she continued to impale herself on him, heaving herself up and down. The tension coiled within them until it was too much for their bodies to bare.

Lif's threw her head back and cried Thorin's name to the heavens, not caring if anyone heard, dragging her nails down his back, scoring his tanned skin with deep angry welts. While Thorin dug his fingertips into her flesh and held her tight against chest, stars dancing in front of his eyes making his head spin.

They came together, reaching blinding ecstasy then both collapsing to the bed, their bodies still joined: panting in sated satisfaction and pleasure. Lif nestled into Thorin chest and he encircled her with his arms, dragging his soft blanket over them, protecting them from the chill of the air. Thorin glanced down at Lif as she mumbled sleepily into his chest.

"Hmm?" He asked, brushing some wispy flicks of brunette hair out of her eyes to look at her.

"Why do you have to be so wonderful?" she whispered almost mournfully as she eyelids fluttered and then closed, her breaths were deep and even, contented in a dreamless sleep.

Thorin gazed at her; she was in his arms, safe and sound like he wanted her to be. But he knew it would not last, this peaceful contentment would not last, but he refused to think of it now: not after the joy he had just experienced. He drew her closer and nestled her head under his chin, inhaling her almondy scent, he closed his eyes and drew off into a peaceful sleep. **

Light streamed through his balcony window bathing the bed in a warming glow. The sheets were tangled about his naked waist and his blanket kicked to the bottom of the bed. He shielded his eyes against the morning sunshine, grunting in annoyance: the only time he forgot to draw the bed curtains closed was the only time he slept properly.

Swinging himself over the edge of the bed, he yawned and stretched, rubbing his tired eyes as he padded naked over to the window meaning to pull the blinds closed, so that they blocked out a little of the morning sun.

But he froze as he reached for the curtain. It was already midmorning; the sun was high in the sky casting short shadows over the mountainside.

"Damn Malal!"He cursed, he was late, the party from the Iron Mountains arrived today and his Grandfather would expect him to welcome them. He spun on his heel and started to search for his clothes but halted in his tracks. Lif shifted and rolled over, still deep in sleep, her naked body only partially covered by the bed sheet.

The events of the previous night flashed into his mind and he both cursed and smiled: how could he forget. Sighing deeply, he sat on the edge of the bed, and gently ran his fingers up her spine, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight on her skin and how arched her back a little into his touch.

She moaned and rolled onto her side looking at him, her bare chest and waist calling to him like heavenly music. Thorin bowed his head and kissed his way up her side, laying a last gentle kiss against her flushed lips.

"Good morning," he whispered gently as her eyes flickered open and she smiled at him.

"A girl could get used to this," she smirked as propped herself up on her elbow, her sleepy eyes roamed over Thorin's naked form, the sunlight shone of every tanned muscle making him look burnished bronze, the dark hairs of his body contrasting with his skin like coal in a fire.

"I know I won't," Thorin grinned brazenly as he kissed her again, pressing her down back against the pillows and his hands roaming through her hair: all worries and problems forgotten in a matter of seconds.

Until there was a gentle knock at the door. Lif cursed and tried to pin Thorin to the bed but he wriggled away from her grip and sshhed her with a frantic wave of his hand, while he pulled the bed curtains closed. Picking up his breeches that lay disguarded on the floor, Thorin went to open the door.

One of Frerin's attendants was at the door, holding a scroll in his hand, fighting hard to keep his face impassive as he saw Thorin's odd appearance.

"Your brother sends his regards and left this for you this morning before he set out," the messenger stated simply and handing the scroll over. Thorin silently took the scroll and read it.

"What an idiot!" he let out a hushed whisper, not knowing if he was furious or thankful to his brother.

"My Lord?" the messenger asked waiting for instruction. Thorin looked up and crumpled the scroll in his fist.

"Got to my Father, give him my apologies and say I am not well enough to leave my room. I do not need healers; it's just a bad headache. Tell him not to worry," Thorin put finality in his tone. The messenger nodded and bowed then left. Thorin grinned as the messenger left, shutting the door behind him and making the lock secure he returned to bed.

Pulling the bed curtains open, he found Lif reclining naked on the pillows, her eyes burning like scorched limestone. If he didn't hold the letter in his hand, he would have made love to her all morning.

"Anything important?" she asked anxious that he would be called away. Thorin laid next to her and handed her the wrinkled letter, watching her expression as she read it. Her brow crinkled slightly with confusion and she looked back at him.

"I'm not sure I understand," her green eyes searched him face; Thorin kissed her shoulder and took the letter from her, letting her settle her head against his chest as he read.

"My dear big brother,

I fear you will be angry with me. You may have heard a rumour already but there may have been an altercation at one of my functions the other night. Your little Liffy attacked Niro! Not saying he didn't bring it on himself but I cannot ignore her actions Thorin. I had to exile her, Niro is the Captain of the Royal Guard, and I couldn't ignore the slight.

It is widely known that she left the mountain late last night in a hurry; many saw her leave, I myself left early the next morning.

You're Brother, Frerin

P.S. hope you slept well." Thorin finished reading and looked down Lif who looked confused.

"Well what do you make of that?" He asked stroking a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. Lif sat up and looked at him.

"But I'm not exiled, I only punched him, he deserved it," her voice was passionate as she spoke, justifying her actions.

"You punched Niro? Ha! But no, that is not the point, though it is amusing. Frerin has spread the rumour that you were exiled and left the Mountain. I can keep you safe; keep you secret from my father, from my grandfather. Don't you see, this way I don't have to worry about my Father's retribution if he thinks you've already left," Thorin's voice was alive, full of hope and longing for the simplicity of his plan.

Lif sat up, crossed legged in the middle of the bed, studying her hands. "I understand you want to keep me secret. I know you didn't intend this to happen between us, if people could control how they felt about one another the world would be a far similar place but I don't want to be locked in a cupboard or hidden away never to see the light of day." She stared at him intensely, draping the bed sheet around her, although Thorin could still see her naked body through the thin material.

"I want to be able to live, Thorin. I am not a toy to be played with every now and then," she searched his face with her eyes, determined not blink as he stared back at her. Thorin sighed and dragged a hand through his tousled black hair; he took her hands in his and studied to the scar on her palm, running his thumb over it as he did: a sick feeling settled in his stomach.

"I'll make a deal with you, If I find a way to keep you safe and for you to be free, you'll smile for me," Thorin cast his worried eyes at her, the gentleness of her leaving her almost breathless.

"You promise?" she asked earnestly trying to keep the grin from her lips. Thorin leaned his face towards her and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I'll certainly try my best," he whispered smiling when she allowed herself to smile. Lif cupped his jaw and drew him into a deep kiss, running her hand over his bare shoulders and knotting her hand into his hair.

"Do you think this was Frerin's plan all along?" Lif asked suddenly, pulling back and staring at Thorin. The Prince thought for a moment then shrugged.

"Knowing my brother…Yes, you know I think it was, " he replied musingly, pulling Lif against him so her head laid against his bare chest, stoking his fingers against the tips of her hair the touched the small of her back.

"Remind me to send him a thank you note," Lif said snuggling into his chest, and then pulled out of his arms, laying a hand over his heart.

"Don't you have to go meet your Father?" she asked suddenly worried she had made him late. Thorin smiled lazily, lifting her wrist and placing his lips to her palm.

"I am in bed with headache," Thorin stated, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Lif cocked her eyebrow and put her hands on her hips, a cheeky smirk curling on her lips.

"Is that so? Well I best be going then..." she chuckled and started off the bed, but Thorin caught her waist and pulled her back down to the mattress, pinning her under him: his hair draping around them like dark curtains.

"You are not going anywhere and that's an order..."he growled huskily before kissing her deeply.

And so they spent most of the day in bed, enjoying each other's company and each other's body, they made love and slept and held each other, loving each moment that passed between them. Thorin didn't want it to end. He would have happily died in Lif's arms that day, as they both hid from the world outside the bed curtains.

It was dusk when Thorin woke; he stretched and yawned, then extracted himself from the tangle of blankets: being careful not to wake Lif was still asleep. Splashing water on his face and neck, he donned fresh clothes, penned a quick note which he left on Lif's pillow and shut the door behind him.

He had plans to make and time was racing against him.

I hope that was okay. Its my very first full out sex scene, really hope it turned out okay.

As always let me know what you're thinking through reviews. And to all who take the time I will reward with PM's. :{D BADPENNY OUT!