A/N: A prompt from an anonymous Guest! It is so CUTE! :)
A/N#2: This one is an emotional compensation for the previous one. As I said before, it contains all the classic elements of Thowren (Thorin+Wren, thank you, RagdollPrincess, for the lovely abbreviation! :D)
There is Thea pushing Wren to explore the world of carnal matters, Wren's swooning for the first time in life, she always tends to think she is cold and non-libidinous, they are once again on different pages when it comes to where they are standing in terms of her not being Khazad, marriage and children, and of course, there is an unrealistically glorious shag! Plus Wren's collarbones, Thorin's chest, and Wren grabbing handfuls of his majestic waves. He has a long nose, she is snarky! :)
That time Thorin tipped his personal sailboat over on a trip to Laketown while barge captain Wren had to fish him out and revive him from the cold water and near-drowning experience.
"Is the Dwarf dead?" Thea's tone is nonchalant.
"That's what I love about you, my friend. You are a sensitive soul," Wren growls and her hands lie on the Dwarf's chest, she is pressing, keeping the steady rhythm. Then her fingers pinch his long nose, and she presses her lips to his.
"Oh look, Wren, your first kiss, and in such romantic circumstances!" Thea giggles, but then adds, "Unless he conks out of course."
Wren is pressing and counting again. She throws a disapproving look at her friend, and Thea shrugs, "What? Common, love, I'm worried no less, but you are the one who has several years of healer's apprenticeship behind your back. I'm no help here."
Wren's eyes are glued to the pale face of the Dwarf she fished out of the Lake.
"Common," she snarls through gritted teeth and presses her mouth to his again. His lips are cold, and her heart is pounding in her chest painfully.
A violent shudder shakes his body, and he starts coughing. She rolls him on his side, he coughs out about half the Lake, and then starts waving his arms and thrashing. One of his fists meets her cheekbone, she yelps and scampers away from him. Thea rushes to her, Wren's hand is pressed to the side of her face. She looks at the palm, there is blood from broken skin.
He is coughing and gagging on the ground, trying to lift him enormous wide body on his arms.
"Maiar, Wren, are you alright?" Thea turns to the Dwarf. "Sod it, mister! Is that your gratitude for saving your lousy Dwarven life?! Next time one of you mountain Dwellers is sinking in the Lake like a sledgehammer, you can save your own hairy arse yourself!"
"It's alright," Wren's voice is small, eyes giant and hands shaking, "It wasn't his fault."
The Dwarf is mumbling in Khuzdul.
"Damn me if it wasn't! With fists like anvils, he should watch them better!" Thea is giving him an evaluating look. Wren can swear Thea is considering kicking him in his defenseless stomach.
"I'm sorry..." He rasps and finally manages to slightly rise. He shifts and plops on his backside. His blue eyes meet Wren's, and she blinks frantically. "How bad is it?"
"How bad is it?!" Thea roars and steps towards him. She is a threatening presence, two heads taller than him and Wren, and in some enticing areas as wide as the Dwarf on the ground. "She is bleeding, you swinish backside of a Haradrim donkey!" Wren suddenly snorts a small laughter. Both her friend and the Dwarf look at her in astonishment.
"Sorry," she furiously blushes, "I just imagined a half pig, half donkey." Thea bursts in laughter first, the Dwarf joins a bit later. When he is laughing, there are small wrinkles in the corners of his remarkable blue eyes, his white teeth are a stark contrast to the black beard, and Wren chokes on her laughter, her cheeks burning even more.
He tries to get up, wobbly on his feet, and Thea helps him. She is looming over him, and he squares his shoulders. Water is dripping from his soaked garments, and both girls realise it is an ostentatious velvet attire, in royal blue, and Thea gulps.
He gives them both a low ceremonial bow, "Thorin, son of Thrain at your service." They both gasp in shock. Thea steps back from him and hurriedly curtseys. Wren tries to get up from the boulder she was sitting on, but he gestures her to stay seated.
"Please, I owe you my life, and I just shed your blood, don't make me even more embarrassed." He is still unstable on his feet, but he steps to her and carefully takes her hand off her cheekbones. His eyes are attentive and way too close for her comfort. Her lashes flutter, and she can't even look at him from painful shyness. He is studying her cheekbone and then his remarkable eyes shift at her freckled nose. She momentarily laments her abominable looks, but then scolds herself. He is a Dwarf and apparently none other than the King Under the Mountain. Had she been even as enticing as Thea, he wouldn't have spared her a glance.
"My ladies, allow me to invite you to my house to express my gratitude for my saving." Thea claps in excitement. Wren wants to go home. The shocking half formed urges that his build, and nose, and lips, and shoulders, and hands, and eyes, and all the rest of him, each part separately, and especially put together seem to waken in her are making her uncomfortable. She tries to argue but gives in under the double pressure.
They are invited to a feast, after which they are shown around Erebor, Wren is half conscious from all the stimuli by the end of it. Then they are given ostentatious gifts, no one is listening to Wren's protests. In the evening they are placed into two adjoint luxurious rooms, and Wren curls in a small ball on a wide bed with luscious bedding. She suddenly snorts thinking that Thea is probably uncomfortable in hers, since everything in Erebor is perfect for Wren's lacking height. She tries to chase away the thought that the King would be the perfect height for her too, but it's too late. She is tossing and turning in a strange lustful haze, for the first time in her life, and considers banging her head to the headboard.
She comes down for breakfast pale and with purple shadows under her eyes, consoling herself with the thought that she is sufficiently unattractive in general, so not much would tarnish his opinion of her. At breakfast the King expresses concern for her health, and she chokes on her coffee. He suggests she stays for a few days to prevent falling ill, and she wants to run with a loud scream. She wonders how much more of this torture she can survive when she catches Thea's mischievous eyes over the rim of her cup. Headbanging becomes an even more attractive pastime.
The tour continues, and at some point Wren pleads repose. She is escorted back into her room, and she falls in the bed. She buries her burning face into a pillow and whines. A few hours later there is a knock at her door, and she drags herself to open it. He is standing in the doorframe, slightly smiling, with a tray of food in his hands. She notes to herself that she was an idiot when she thought it couldn't have gotten worse, here is the proof that it always can.
He comes in and places the tray on a table. She has a long list of things to mumble, such as that kings are not supposed to wait on simple barge captains, that he has expressed sufficient gratitude by now, and that she might throw up from nerves from just being in the same room with him, when he swiftly grabs the back of her head and catches her mouth in a mind blowing kiss. He obviously knows what he is doing, she doesn't. Her arms are flailing like banners at the wind, until they finally wrap around his neck. After a few minutes she is left breathless and dizzy.
"Was that your first kiss, honourable captain?" His voice is soft, and he leans in again, this time kissing her under her ear. She tries to squish down a happy whimpering sound that wants to erupt out of her, but she fails.
"The second one. The first one was me trying to get water out of your lungs." He chuckles into her skin, and her knees give in. He catches her under her arms, and proceeds to create some sort of magic all over her jaw and neck and then collarbones. She is shaking and clenching his tunic. It might be the only thing keeping her upright, but she is also afraid he'll stop.
"You are amazing..."
"No I am not, but please go on," she can never keep her snarkiness under control and is worried for a second. He seems to like it though, because a soft laughter rumbles in his chest, and he cuts her down under her knees, picks her up and sits on the nearest chair. After arranging her on his lap he opens his mouth to say something, but she might have developed an addiction by then. She lunges ahead and pressed her lips to his. Last night she eventually had to release her tension, thrice, and his hair played an important part in her mental exercises. She grabs handfuls of it and moans into his mouth. He is cupping the back of her head, and his second hand lies on her chest. She makes an appreciative noise and swiftly shifts, straddling him. He tears his mouth from hers and stared at her in a surprised amusement.
"Your friends told me you are a spinster and a know-it-all."
"Don't talk, you'll talk, I'll get nervous and will start questioning this," she pulls his head to her lips again, and he guffaws.
"How am I supposed to woo you if I'm not talking?"
"You are doing great as it is."
She wakes up in his arms, her nose buried in his chest.
"What time is it?"
"It's after sunset some time," his voice is soft, and he rolls over her. She looks at his face in the dark and grins widely to him.
"Are we continuing?" She sounds very eager, but she doesn't care. It's a safe day, and she has just gotten the taste of intimacy with an experienced lover. It's fun, and she wants more. He is kissing her neck.
"We need to talk first," his actions certainly do not concur with his actions, since his lips are already on her stomach. She giggles from the beard scratching her skin.
"Can it wait?"
"No," he is drawing some patterns on her skin with the tip of his nose. "What if you are with child already?" She lifts her head and stares at him.
"I am not. It's safe today. And you are a Dwarf! Is such child even possible? And again, have you only considered it now?" He nips the skin and then licks the bite.
"No, but I thought you might have forgotten about this possibility."
She scampers from his arms and rolled on the edge of the bed. He is on his stomach, his torso supported on his elbows, he is gorgeous, and he is giving her a merry look from under a lifted brow.
"Did you try to make a baby?" It sounds as if she is talking about a loaf of bread. He laughs, his shoulders are shaking, and he drops his head. She is momentarily distracted by the view of his wavy locks. They felt amazing when brushing her nape while his hips were thrusting into her from behind. She wills herself to concentrate.
"Not particularly, but I kept it in mind," he smiles, the white teeth are sparkling in the dim moonlight, and she wonders if he is slightly not right in the head.
"What?... Why?... Are you?..." She has nothing. He is chuckling and not helping her to gather her thoughts. She pulls the blanket to her chest and is staring at him. "Are you mad?"
"No," he grabs her ankles and pulls her to him. Then he proceeds to kiss her inner thighs, and she starts panting. "I am proposing." This time she can't even form the one word exclamatory questions.
"Muh?!... Whuh?!..."
He slightly bites at her hip and guffaws, "So there is after all a way to hinder your eloquence, Wren from Enedwaith. Good to know."
"But you are a king!" It's not much, but at least it's coherent. He dismisses it with a wave of his hand, his lips busy way too close to her center for her comfort and her sanity.
"You don't know me!"
He lifts his face, makes a "nah" sound and smirks to her. He seems to be waiting for an answer. She can't think of any.
"But… but… we can't build a marriage on this!" She vaguely gestures around his face pretty much between her legs, and he licks her thigh.
"Of course we can, but we might as well as add respect and friendship into the mix." That sobers her up. She pushes away from him and rolls off the bed, deftly pulling one of the covers off and wrapping into it.
"No."
"No?" He lifts a brow again, but she suddenly realises she is adamant.
"No, I can't marry a man unless I love him. And he loves me." He sits up, in all his naked glory, and she shifts her eyes somewhere above his shoulder. Everything about him flusters her, she needs to stay focused.
"Do you not love me? You lay with me, I'm your first." He sounds rather mocking, and she pouts.
"Surely as a Khazad you do not necessarily require feeling for..." She funnily points at the rumpled bed and blushes remembering what has transpired in it.
"I don't. But something tells me you do. You seem entirely too honourable and uptight to give your body to a man you do not love."
"I don't know you!" She is whining, and he beckons her with a finger. She wants to snarl back, but it's him. She makes a small step ahead, but she is still out of his reach.
He shift at the edge of the bed and grabs the corner of the sheet she wrapped herself into. He pulls, she stumbles, and here she is, right between his wide set legs. He starts gently rubbing her buttocks under the sheets, and she feels like purring and curling into him.
"I like you, Wren from Enedwaith, you are funny, snarky and very brave when you let yourself," he is kissing her stomach now, and she doesn't notice when the sheet disappears. "You will be a good wife to me and a good mother for my children if any are to come." In her drunk mind she remembers that she is no Dwarf, and she opens her mouth to remind him of that, but his thick finger dips into her, and she raspily moans.
"I am a king and I make my own decisions. I did everything I had to for my people, and now I want something for myself," his tone is soft but decisive, and he is rubbing her inner walls knowing perfectly well what brings most pleasure. She has dropped her head back, and her hands are pressed into his shoulders to keep her upright.
"I want you for myself, Wren, and I'll have you."
She climaxes and sags into his stretched arms. He puts her on his lap and tenderly wraps his arms around her. She is mewling in rapture surrounded by his warmth and breathes out, "Yes, Thorin, you have me."