Bilbo is being very hormonal! And it's killing me... he won't cooperate because he is such a chick! *flips table* And to think I was going to make sequel...! *flips best friend's table* I suddenly wish Dis' wedding would hurry up! :(

Anyways, More Dis... More Thilbo... More Fili and Kili... More Love... :)


The next morning, Bilbo woke up to Thorin's back. He smiled, happy that Thorin had stayed the entire night, and stretched out his muscles. He honestly hadn't slept that good in years. Smiling, he snugly wrapped his arms around Thorin and buried his face in the man's thick black hair. Bilbo felt Thorin wake up and cover his arm with his hairy one.

"Good morning," Thorin said, his voice gruff from sleep.

"Good morning," Bilbo answered. He sighed happily then felt Thorin begin to pull his arm. He squeaked in surprise as Thorin pulled him over his body and to the front of him. Bilbo looked up and saw a mischievous grin on Thorin's face. "What?"

"Nothing," Thorin said, smiling. "I wanted to see you."

Bilbo huffed. "You could have turned around." He stroked Thorin's thick locks to the side of his face while the man hummed in approval. Bilbo laughed lightly at Thorin's lovestruck expression.

"What?" Thorin asked, his eyes dark with passion.

The younger man smiled widely. "Nothing, I just wanted to see you," he said, repeating Thorin's early words.

Thorin growled playfully and nipped Bilbo's nose in mock anger. Bilbo laughed and trailed his fingers down Thorin's neck. He touched the bruised bite mark on his throat and smiled at his handiwork.

"You have several of those too," Thorin said as he gently kissed each of Bilbo's purple bites.

Bilbo smiled and dipped his head to catch Thorin's lips for a languid kiss. Both men moaned as the kiss slowly deepened. Suddenly, Bilbo pulled back.

"What is it?" Thorin asked and focused his eyes intently on the man in front of him.

"What time is it?" Bilbo asked hurriedly. He scrambled halfway over Thorin and landed with his chest on the bed while the other half of him was hanging over Thorin's body. He squinted at the clock which was still a good distance away. He couldn't see the time. Slowly, he inched forward, turning Thorin over in the process.

"Bilbo?"

He ignored him and inched toward the clock. He made it and took one look at it before an exasperated 'ugh!' left his mouth. He buried his face in the pillow before him and dangled his arm over the edge of the bed.

"Bilbo?" Thorin tried again.

"Mhmpf," Bilbo answered.

"What is it?"

The younger man only grumbled and rolled off Thorin. He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed before getting up and heading to his closet. He flung the doors open and searched for a decent shirt that would look professional... and cover his love-bites. Snatching a nice green shirt, that unfortunately was a small v-neck, Bilbo grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser and dashed into the bathroom.

Shaking his head at Bilbo's sudden movements, Thorin leaned over and glanced at the clock. He grumbled.

Nine-thirty.

No wonder Bilbo had gotten out of bed in a hurry. Thorin rolled over and sat up. It was too early to go to work. All he wanted to do was lay in bed with Bilbo. But, he had several meetings to hold and Bilbo was to have his second day at work. He knew there was no way both he and Bilbo could stay much longer. He, himself, had his first meeting at ten-thirty. He looked towards the bathroom door where Bilbo had disappeared and heard the water start to run. He sighed and trudged to the door.

"Bilbo," he called as he knocked on the door.

"Huh?" came the reply.

"I am going back to my place to shower and change," Thorin said. "I will be back to pick you up. Is that alright?"

"Yeah," Bilbo answered.

Thorin smiled. "Alright, I will be back by ten-fifteen."

"Okay."

He walked back over to the bed and put on his wrinkled suit over the white tee he had worn to bed and shoved his feet in his shoes. Squinting at the winter sunlight as he walked out the front door, Thorin lazily trudged to his car where he drove for his house.


Crunch.

Thorin looked down at his foot and saw that he had just stepped on a very large shard of glass. He groaned and stepped over the broken pieces. He would have to pick up the glass later that night along with several more broken frames, vases, whiskey bottles, and a few mirrors. He sighed as he walked through the disaster area that was his house. Opening his bedroom door, he cringed at the six smashed bottles on the floor; four out of those had made considerable dents in the walls of his room. He glanced at his bed where the sheets were halfway off it and touching the floor. Careful not to crush any more broken glass, Thorin picked his way to his drawer where he pulled an attractive blue dress shirt and a pair of boxers. He, then, stumbled a bit as he nearly smashed more pieces of broken bottles and made it into his bathroom where he quickly showered.

Coming back into the bedroom, Thorin, again, picked his way to his drawer and grasped a pair of deep navy pants. He slid into them, wary of the glass beneath his bare feet. Then, he reached for his closet handle and pushed the doors open to search for a matching jacket. Once satisfied that the one he found would suit him (no pun intended), he tossed it onto to the bed to only realize that might have caused a slight problem. Not focusing on that action at the moment, Thorin leaned as far as he could to his drawer from his position at the closet door and successfully pulled it open. He blindly dug around for a pair of socks and hurriedly grabbed some as he felt off balance. He stood straight again and leaned against the closet door as he pulled his socks on. Then, he reached for his shoes and turned them upside down as he shook them, checking to see if any glass had fallen inside. Once he was thoroughly convinced that nothing was in them, he put them on and turned his attention back to the closet where his next task was to find a decent tie. He ended up settling with a striped grey, black, and light blue tie. He quickly put it on and had a bit of trouble tying it. Grumbling, he left it undone, stepped over the glass, and shrugged into his jacket. Oh what fun getting ready for work had been. He glanced at the clock and almost bolted out of the house.

He only had five minutes to get to Bilbo's house.

As he drove to Bilbo's, Thorin began to feel uncomfortable and it was only when he was two blocks away from the younger man's house did he realize what was wrong.

He was not wearing an undershirt. The material of the dress shirt was making his skin clammy and moist with sweat. He groaned and grumbled as he put the car in park and went to Bilbo's door. Luckily, it opened before Thorin had time to knock.

Bilbo smiled when he saw Thorin. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," Thorin replied, all the discomfort from several seconds ago disappearing as he saw Bilbo. He felt his own breath hitch when he noticed how endearing the younger man looked in a v-neck... with an added scarf for protection against the 'coldness of the wintery days'. He let his eyes travel up and down Bilbo, taking in the dark jeans and nice shoes he wore. He glanced at Bilbo's chestnut hair and smiled when he saw the familiar curls of the man he fell in love with nearly two weeks ago.

"Your tie?"

Thorin looked down to see his untied tie swinging softly. "Oh," he began, "I... uh... was in a hurry and couldn't tie it proper-"

He stopped talking when Bilbo reached for the tie. Thorin watched as the younger man stood on his toes to fasten the tie on him. He chuckled as Bilbo was having slight trouble making sure the material was straight in the back of his suit. Slowly but gracefully, Thorin knelt down in front of him and Bilbo finished lacing the tie around his neck with a small smile.

"You didn't have to do that," he said shyly.

"I know," Thorin answered. "I wanted to." He stood and gently placed a loving hand on Bilbo's back as they walked to the car. Opening the car door like the complete gentleman he was, Bilbo couldn't resist in standing on his toes and pecking Thorin on the lips. As he pulled away, Thorin gave him a surprised look.

"Did you mind that?" Bilbo asked, nervously chewing his bottom lip. "I'm sorry I-"

Thorin silenced him with another kiss. When he pulled back, he stared into Bilbo's green eyes. "I do not mind it at all. Do not be sorry about our love."

Bilbo gasped when he realized Thorin took it that way. "No, it's not that I... I don't... No..." he stuttered. "Thorin, I'm definitely not sorry about us. I just... I was thinking about you and how you seem so... so..." Bilbo took a breath as he couldn't place his finger on the right word. "Dominant."

Thorin frowned slightly.

"I thought you'd want to be the one to start the kisses first," Bilbo said, sitting on the seat inside the car.

"Bilbo Baggins," Thorin said, slightly amused when he realized what the younger man was talking about. "I do not wish to be the dominant male in this relationship. I know you have some ability to be stronger than me as well." He smiled at Bilbo whose eyes lit up at his words.

He nodded. "Okay, I'm sorry for making a big deal out of it."

Thorin shook his head. "It is perfectly fine." He leaned into the car and placed a small kiss over Bilbo's lips. "We are taking this slow, remember?" he whispered in Bilbo's ear and gently placed a kiss on it when he felt the younger man nod. He pulled back and closed the car door. Opening his own door, he slid into the car and drove for Map and Key Law Firm.


And slow indeed it was.

Thorin had gotten caught up with work over the past two weeks and barely saw Bilbo once or twice in that time. Bilbo, also, had been overloaded with work of his own from Gloin. Both had fleeting glances of one another, whenever Thorin visited Map and Key Law Firm for business details and Bilbo had traveled in and out of the room, but never a full conversation. And every time Thorin got the chance to call, it had either been too early or too late in the day.

Bilbo, on the other hand, knew he shouldn't act this way, but he couldn't help but think that Thorin had forgotten about him. He started to feel lonely over the past two weeks, so much that he spent Friday night at Bofur's. Unfortunately, he couldn't get hardly any sleep since his mind was preoccupied with Thorin, and he was able to fall asleep twenty minutes before Bofur woke him up.

"Bilbo," Bofur's cheery voice said as he appeared in the guest bedroom doorway.

"What?" Bilbo grumbled, pulling the covers over his face.

"It is almost noon," Bofur replied.

"Your point?"

Bofur let out a breathy laugh. "I told you, I have to return to Dale to finish my four hundredth carving so I can get my raise." He laughed as Bilbo mumbled and grumbled. "I'm not leaving yet, but... have you tried calling him?"

"Calling who?" Bilbo asked.

"Thorin," Bofur answered. "Come one, Bilbo. You've been talking nonstop about him."

Bilbo sat up.

"Just call him," Bofur nearly pleaded. "I'm leaving in an hour and you live across town. Aule knows how you got here in one piece." He started to turn to leave but glanced back at Bilbo. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind picking you up."

The other man grumbled and made a face as Bofur grinned cheerfully. He reached for his phone and dialed Thorin's number. In the middle of the second ring, Thorin picked up.

"Bilbo?" Thorin's deep voice sound surprised.

"Hey," Bilbo answered, twirling his hair nervously. "Um... can you... pick me up?"

"Yeah," Thorin said, sounding confused. "Where are you?"

"At a friend's house," he said. He heard a peculiar sound on the other side of the receiver; like a deep growl. "Thorin?"

"I... I will be there," Thorin answered gruffly and Bilbo was taken aback at his tone. "Where is it?"

Bilbo gave him the address and Thorin said he'd be there shortly. Only having little time to get ready, Bilbo pondered it he had enough time to shower since he brought an extra pair of clothes along. In the end, he showered, got dressed, and made it out the door as Thorin's car pulled up. He waved goodbye to Bofur and opened the passenger door. He took a brief minute to study Thorin's casual clothing as he got in the car, a beautiful navy tee and faded jeans that hugged his muscular thighs, and most of his hair, save for several braids, was tied in a neat pony tail. He looked so professional though Bilbo figured the man had the day off.

"Hey," he said casually, sliding onto the seat.

Thorin forced his mouth to form a tight smile. His hands, meanwhile, grasped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. He glanced at Bilbo, making sure the younger man was ready before he began driving.

"Are you alright?" Bilbo asked, noticing Thorin's knuckles were turning white. "Thorin?"

The older man's jaw clenched tightly.

"Thorin?" Bilbo asked again.

He nodded and focused on the road ahead of him.

Bilbo decide not to press the matter. Instead he focused on the trees out the window. In time, he became very uncomfortable with the angry silence between them. Cautiously, he turned to look at Thorin who jaw was still clenched painfully so. "Thorin?" Bilbo tried again. "Have I done something to upset you?"

Thorin didn't respond; he kept his eyes on the road.

Bilbo thought long and hard about Thorin's sudden behavior. They hadn't seen each other in two weeks, but Bilbo saw no reason to act this way. After a long while, Bilbo gasped loudly.

"What?" Thorin asked, glancing at Bilbo for the first time since he had started driving. The smile that was plastered on Bilbo's face scared Thorin a little bit. "What is it?"

Bilbo snickered and pointed a slim finger at Thorin. "You're jealous."

Thorin looked at him in disbelief. "What?!"

The younger man nodded. "Yes." He began laughing and Thorin sighed heavily, knowing he'd been caught. "Ever since I told you I was at a friend's house, you've been upset. Oh, Thorin!"

Thorin pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant. He parked in a slot, turned off the car, and looked at Bilbo with a mildly confused expression on his face.

Before he knew it, Bilbo had unbuckled his seat belt and was hugging Thorin as he leaned over the middle section between the two seats. Thorin stiffened slightly, at the unexpected contact, before Bilbo buried his face in his neck and wrapped his skinny arms around Thorin's brood shoulders. Still confused, Thorin, nevertheless, wrapped his strong arms around Bilbo's waist and pulled the man closer.

"Oh, Thorin," Bilbo's muffled voice said. "Thorin Oakenshield!" Bilbo kissed Thorin's neck and squeezed him tight. "I love you so much."

Now Thorin was really confused. He had just been upset because he thought Bilbo was cheating on him but now, he wasn't so sure if they were on the same page. "Bilbo?" he asked, trying to pull away but Bilbo wouldn't let him. "Bil-"

Bilbo kissed him soundly on the lips, silencing his words. Thorin was lost in thought as he melted into the sudden kiss. He felt Bilbo's hands on either side of his face. He gasped a bit as Bilbo's tongue assaulted his own. Whatever Bilbo was happy about, Thorin wished he could do it more often. With one final hot kiss, Bilbo pulled back and stared into Thorin's beautiful sapphire eyes.

"I love you, Thorin," Bilbo said before he sat back down on his seat. He smiled when Thorin began to stutter and sputter. "Thorin," he said and Thorin stopped trying to form nonsense words. "You have nothing to worry about," he began, leaning over towards Thorin again and cupping the older man's face. "Bofur knows I love you very much. He wouldn't dare to come between us."

Thorin nodded, a red shade of embarrassment covering his face.

Bilbo laughed and kissed his nose. "I find you very attractive when you're jealous. It shows me that you will always protect me."

Thorin smiled at Bilbo's statement, knowing it was true. He kissed the younger man fiercely on the mouth. Bilbo moaned into his mouth which caused Thorin to become slightly aroused. He was about to pull Bilbo awkwardly onto his lap when there was a tap on the window. Thorin broke away from Bilbo and turned to see his nephews gagging and holding their stomachs. Sighing, he sent Bilbo an apologetic look at got out of the car. Bilbo sat back on the seat and watched how Thorin's muscles moved beneath his charming navy tee. A lovesick sigh passed his lips as he smiled to himself about his and Thorin's relationship. Thorin, in the meantime, glared angrily at his nephews.

"What?" he snarled, folding his arms over his chest.

"You really shouldn't assault anyone in a car... in public," Kili said and immediately regretted it.

Thorin swiftly raised his arm as if to knock Kili squarely in the jaw when he heard a shrill female voice yell his name. From inside the car, Bilbo heard Dis' voice and saw her approach Thorin and her sons. Never had he seen, nor expected, Thorin to move as fast as he did when he saw Dis. He flung the car door open and quickly sat down, closing and locking the doors. Bilbo glanced at him only to see pure fear in his eyes.

"Thorin?"

He shook his head and cringed when Dis knocked on the window.

"Thorin Oakenshield!" Dis exclaimed. "Open this door, now! Or I will break this window..." She knocked on the window harder than before. "And you know I will."

Thorin sighed and opened the door. He wasn't even all the way out of the car when Dis grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the car. Bilbo found himself getting out of the car as well and coming to Thorin's side. The older man's eyes kept darting between Bilbo and his sister.

"Don't you ever hit by boys again!" she threatened in a low, menacing voice.

"I did not even-"

Bilbo and Fili stepped between them; unfortunately, Fili got the whack intended for Thorin while Bilbo was yanked to the side of the action by his boyfriend. Fili grumbled and rubbed his face, glaring at his mother who looked just as flustered as he did. Kili hesitantly stepped forward to inspect the damage to his brother's face. Thorin scowled at Bilbo who shrunk back, lowered his head, and retreated to the car. Thorin sighed gruffly and cleared his throat. His sister and nephews looked at him.

"Might we continue this somewhere else?" he suggested.

"And where do you suppose that would be?" Fili asked angrily as he poked his face to see if it still hurt.

"My house..." Thorin said, unsure if they understood him. "... Now,"

Dis nodded slowly and informed Thorin she had wedding details to discuss with him. He made sure she didn't see him roll his eyes. He watched as she ushered her boys back to their car, then he slid into his own. As he did, he heard a tearful huff next to him. He glanced to see Bilbo wiped away the tear stains on his cheeks. He sighed and began to drive towards his house.

"Where are we going?" Bilbo asked, ignoring the growl in his stomach and his drooping eyes.

"My house," Thorin answered. "Dis and I need to settle something, and I figured my house would be the very place for that, in private."

Bilbo nodded though Thorin wasn't glancing at him every few seconds; he was focusing his attention on the road ahead of him. Bilbo had just diverted his eyes to the traffic passing by when Thorin began speaking, his tone stern.

"I... never want you to come to my aide... again," he said.

The younger man nodded, swallowing against the painful lump in his throat that had returned. "I'm sorry," he said in small voice.

Thorin sighed. "It is not that I mind," he said. "Because I do not," he added quickly. "It is just..." He took a deep breath and glanced at Bilbo for a mere second. "My sister is very... unpredictable. And I would not want you to get hurt if you were to put yourself between me and her. I meant what I said when I said I feel very sorry for the man she is going to marry."

Bilbo smiled a little but returned his attention to the passing cars outside the window.

"Bilbo?" Thorin called, shifting his eyes back and forth for several moments before Bilbo faced him, his head flush against the headrest. Thorin offered a friendly smile but Bilbo stared blankly at him. Again, Thorin clenched his jaw and concentrated on the road for a while before glancing at Bilbo again.

The younger man hadn't moved though his eyes had closed. Thorin longed to reach out and stroke his hairless face but instead, he kept his eyes on the road.


Thorin parked the car in the driveway of his house and looked over at Bilbo; he was asleep. Getting out of the driver's side of the car, Thorin quietly opened the passenger's door. He leaned over Bilbo and unbuckled the younger man's seat belt. As carefully as he could, Thorin lifted the younger man into his arms and carried him (bridal style) into the house. He had fumbled with several door knobs but managed to get to his bedroom in one piece. He gently laid Bilbo on his large bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. He bent and kissed the younger man's forehead before he retreated to the living room where Dis and her sons had just arrived.