Chapter 4

Bilbo stood in the kitchen, silently cursing meddling dwarves. After he had been interrupted by Bofur, Bilbo had completely lost all bravery he had felt before and he was reduced to a blushing, stuttering wreck whenever he had eye contact with the brooding Thorin. The evening had passed by in a blur, he was dimly aware of trying to make sure as few items as possible were broken by the rowdy (and now slightly drunk) dwarves. They had all turned in now, sleeping on Bilbo's floor, and he had retreated to the kitchen for some solitude and to brew up some of his extra special spiced drinking chocolate.

As Bilbo leaned over the pan and stirred, breathing in the comforting smell, he heard a small noise behind him and whipped his head around. Standing in the doorway, in nothing but his undergarments, was none other than Thorin Oakenshield.

"I couldn't sleep, master hobbit, so I decided to follow this delicious smell. What are you making?" Thorin looked curiously at the pan, and walked closer. Bilbo gulped, that voice did things to him that he'd rather not focus on at the moment.

"It's drinking chocolate, Thorin. Would you like some?" Bilbo asked, hoping Thorin would say yes. If there was one thing he knew how to make well, it was drinking chocolate.

"Ok, Bilbo, I will try some. It certainly smells good." Thorin was standing right next to Bilbo now, and he breathed in deeply through his nose, revelling in the smell. Bilbo tore his eyes away from the sight so he could test a tiny bit of chocolate on the end of his spoon. It was hot, but not too hot to drink. Grabbing an extra mug, Bilbo carefully took the pan off the heat and poured out two generous helpings of chocolate. As a final touch he swirled some thick cream on top and lightly dusted it with cocoa powder. He handed one mug to Thorin and watched nervously as the dwarf gave the drink an intense stare.

Cautiously, Thorin raised the drink to his lips and took a large gulp. He closed his eyes and savoured the taste, a look of pure delight gracing his face as he swallowed the sweet concoction. Thorin opened his eyes and looked sharply at Bilbo, the look in his eyes making Bilbo go weak at the knees. Carefully, he darted out his tongue and licked a bit of whipped cream from his mug, closing his eyes in pleasure again as the taste burst on his tongue.

Thorin opened his eyes again, setting his mug aside and slowly edging closer to Bilbo. Bilbo gulped, and put his own untouched mug down. He had been much too engrossed in watching the dwarf to actually drink any himself. Slowly, giving Bilbo plenty of time to pull away, Thorin reached his hand up and snaked it behind Bilbo's head, lightly stroking through his curls. Bilbo instinctively closed his eyes, and the next thing he knew, Thorin was gently pressing his lips against his own.

Gasping slightly, Bilbo quickly got over the surprise and leant forwards, pressing more firmly into the kiss and revelling in the feeling of Thorin's hot breath ghosting over his face, and the strong arms that had now wrapped around his waist to pull him into a firm but comforting embrace. Bilbo's own arms wrapped around Thorin in turn, and he smiled slightly against Thorin's lips at the feeling of delight at the simple pleasure of a hug. Thorin pulled back slightly at this, and gazed directly into Bilbo's eyes with a soft smile. Those eyes were even more breathtaking at this proximity, and Bilbo felt such an intense wave of sudden affection for this dwarf that he barely knew, that it stunned him. He rested his head on Thorin's chest as he got his breath back, feeling the soft furs tickle his cheek, the beat of Thorin's heart soothing him in ways he couldn't put his finger on.

After a quiet moment, he felt Thorin's arms tighten slightly as he squeezed the hobbit almost tenderly, then a warm hand pulled Bilbo's chin up until he was looking Thorin in the face again. The smile on Thorin's face sent butterflies racing in Bilbo's stomach again, and he leaned closer to the dwarf, this time initiating the kiss himself.

Closing his eyes, Bilbo leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Thorin's. This kiss was much more intense than the last, and he felt Thorin respond eagerly. The desire that Bilbo was sure he had seen building up in the dwarf was making itself known, and he moaned huskily as the dwarf seductively licked Bilbo's bottom lip. He opened his mouth to give the dwarf access, and couldn't help but let out another moan as he felt Thorin's hot tongue sliding silkily across his own. Thorin tasted of chocolate and spices, and cream, and something else that he couldn't put his finger on. It was uniquely Thorin, and it tasted better than any chocolate ever could.

Bilbo lost himself in this assault on his senses, overwhelmed by the taste and feel of Thorin all around him. He lost track of time, their kisses alternating between passionate, gentle, and just plain sexy, feeling desire building in the pit of his stomach and a certain hardness forming in his groin. Thorin pressed his thigh against Bilbo and growled huskily into his ear as he felt the unmistakable state he had got Bilbo into. They looked at each other with lust clouded eyes, and Bilbo fought to get the next sentence out.

"Would you like to join me in my bedroom?"