Disclaimer: The Hobbit and its characters are not mine. I just like to play with them.
Hey! Another really late update! Uhm first things first! Warning: There is sex. Like. I didn't detail it like I could have and made this ten pages long. But there is sex. Kili does get to get it on.
With Kili
In Gondor
The drive to pick up Riviera- as her name turned out to be- had been quiet, no traffic, no annoying pedestrians, nothing. The roads were almost completely clear of anything and anyone. I love Wednesday evenings. Nobody is out and about, there are people in cubicles at their work and studying late for a mid term in the morning, nobody out driving on the streets. A perfect night for a date- of sorts that is. It turns out that she is Elrond's granddaughter, which is a bit of a surprise to me, because I'm rather friendly with both of his sons, and they never mentioned any wives or girlfriends to me at all, let alone having any kids. She didn't even really look like them anyway, she was much too rough looking for her to be an Elf.
As promised I picked her up at around six, the top down on my car and music playing loud enough for her to hear from her bedroom window. It's a little bit of an eighties movie cliche` but hey, those guys all ended up getting the girl in the end. For the drive to the bar I'm taking her to, let's just say she isn't one for small talk. She hardly opened her mouth the entire time, except when I opened her door to let her in and she thanked me. She's so polite. So calm. It makes me a little uncomfortable to be around her, honestly. But I'll change that, a few drinks here, a little sweet talk there and boom she'll be laying on me like we're a couple of rabbits.
I turn the car into the parking lot of one of my favorite bars, The White Apple Lounge, and park nearest the door I can, not wanting to walk too far just to get a drink. I may be well versed in Mixed Martial Arts but that doesn't mean I can't be lazy on my off days.
I dash around quickly to Riv's side of the car and pull open the door like the secret gentleman I am. Again, just because I'm a punk doesn't mean I can't be chivalrous, guys who aren't drive me insane. It might have been mostly because my mother ground it into our heads that we should always be kind to women, otherwise we would get an earful. And trust me, an earful from my mother is not anything to be taken with a grain of salt,
"I thought we were going to get coffee." She raises an incredulous eyebrow at me in that very elvish way she does things and crosses her arms,
"We were, but I thought this would be more fun." I shrug and open the front door for her, muffled music coming out of the door, "Come on, you'll like it." You'll like it, I'll like it. Everyone will walk away happy.
She rolls her eyes at me again and steps inside, a little less enthused by the choice of venue for our first date. Inside the air is a little stale tasting, filled with the sting of alcohol and the soothing warmth of cigarettes. The only reason I like this bar so much is because it is a smoking bar, meaning you can smoke inside if you want to. Not many people do, but throughout the day it piles up and the smell gets caught between the first door and the outside door.
As she goes through the second door I can see her physically cringe at the stench of the room. It's better than most clubs, it doesn't smell like puke, the only really unpleasant smell is the smell of people sweating on the dancefloor. But I'm allowed into the VIP area, with one or two people of my choosing, so it is far, far, far away from any of that nasty stink and quiet enough to where two people can talk at a volume that doesn't blow out their throats.
I grab her arm, gently and start to pull her toward the red velvet rope but I'm cut off by her tearing her arm from my hand. I guess it would have been a little more polite to come from in front of her.
Riv whips her head around to see me and instantly relaxes, obviously having thought that I was someone else. I tap her arm again and nod toward the lounge section and she responds with a nod and a wary look around her,
"Evening, Kili." The bouncer, a big, burly man from somewhere in the Scandinavian area by the name of Beorn gives me a gruff greeting accompanied by a curt nod and a mark on his clipboard,
"Evening Beorn." I take the hand he offers me and give a good shake, as was his customary greeting. He isn't too fond of silly greetings, like brofives or brofists or hugging or anything. Except when I was younger and he was in charge of half my training. He would always hug me when he greeted me. Until I reached about twenty three, then it was all serious, handshakes and nods. No words, no frivolous interaction at all. He does still ruffle my hair from time to time though, "I hope the city has been kind to you."
"As kind as she'll ever be." He gives another grunt and closes the rope behind us. I chuckle and pat his back, walking Riv to a table near the bar, pulling the chair out for her,
"So, darling,what'll you have tonight?" I rest a hand on her shoulder, brushing my thumb against it gently. She looks at me with a charming grin and glances at the bar,
"I'll just have some wine." Classy. I pat her shoulder and walk to the bar, asking the tender for the requested drink and my own favored apple martini,
"Your glass of red wine." I set down the glass in front of her and walk around, sitting across from her with my martini balancing in my fingers, "I think you'll find it to your liking." I lean on my arm and watch her as she swirls the blood red grape drink around in the glass. She eyes the beverage curiously and keeps her eyes on the glass as I watch her, sipping at the green liquid in my own glass, "So, uh, what kind of movies do you like?" She takes a sip of her wine and looks at me, over the lip of the glass,
"Action, adventure. You?" So she likes the wild things. She could be a fun one,
"Horror, fantasy. Whatever happens to be in the theatre at the time, really." I place my martini on the table with a soft clink and stare at her as she glances around the bar, obviously a little uncomfortable with the situation, "Elrohir never told me he had a kid." My voice raises a little bit, as the music gets louder. She nods and looks around at the people in the lounge and leans in a little closer,
"I'm not technically his. He adopted me under the request of a distant relative of mine." she swirls the wine in her glass and stares distantly at the glistening, red liquid. I nod, of course he would want to keep something like that under wraps. He was always so goody two shoes and for the world to see that he has what looks like an illegitimate child it would absolutely ruin him and his perfect reputation,
"He doesn't talk about you very much." He lean a little back from her, watching her almost cold stare as it travels from her wine to different places in the room, "So, you don't know your parents at all?" I may be delving a little deep for a first date, but this is really a curious matter. She shakes her head and sips at her wine again. I can already see a faint blush painting her cheeks a charming rouge. I guess she's not much of a drinker,
"No. They died when I was just a baby." She turned her gaze to me, fixing her icy eyes on mine, "What about you?" Her eyes warmed some, softening with mild concern,
"My mother and my uncle raised me." I spin the glass on its flat end against the table, listening for the faint sound of it scraping against the hardwood. It has always been a bit of a sensitive when speaking of my father. I had never known him but if what Fili tells me is true he was a great man, having been the sharpshooter that preceded me in the crow's nest. the rifle I use now used to be his rifle, it's always been my prize possession, ever since my mother gave it to me for my first job. I clench my jaw a little bit and paint on a charming smile, "So, do you have any favorite books?"
She nods again and takes another sip of the wine, dropping the level in her glass ever lower,
"There's a series, The Wheel of Time. I like that one in particular." Her voice is a little bit muddled but I can still understand her. I smile at her intoxication. She is a such a lightweight,
"Yeah. That's a good one." I run my finger along the lip of my martini glass and dip it down into the green liquid, licking it from the appendage in the most provocative way I can think of, "May I interest you in more wine?" I motion to her empty glass with a sly grin tugging the corner of my lip. My own glass is only half empty and as a dwarf my alcohol is quite high, a little more so than a hobbit would have.
She gives me a sort of quick nod, pushing her glass toward me in that polite manner that elves and men do things,
"But only just a little bit." Her voice is rushed from her lips and she leans heavily on the table. I nod and take her glass, sauntering to the bar. That feeling of having people watch you- you know the one- it's a lot more comfortable when its a really hot woman staring at your ass,
"Your wine, darling."This is when I start sprinkling in the sweet talk and pet names, starting to butter her up. She takes a drink of the alcohol and swirls the glass between her fingers, like she had before, staring at the sloshing liquid intently. I sip my martini again, starting to feel a little bit of a buzz in the back of my neck, "What do you say we head somewhere a little more private." I reach out and put my hand on her's, my fingers tracing over the back of her palm gently, "We can get to know each other a little better." My voice drops in volume again and I stare into her lovely blue eyes. It's something Mr. Balin taught me when I was in highschool about when speaking to another person how you should hold eye contact with them when you want to get a point across,
"Okay." She leans in close to me as well, licking her lips playfully, "But I have a secret to tell you." Her words are very precise in how they escape her lips now, like she's focusing more on speaking correctly than composing herself,
"And what is this lovely little secret you have for me?" I push both of our drinks to the side of the table to get even closer to her. She straightens up a bit and giggles, covering her mouth coyly with her hand,
"I've never… You know." She shrugs sheepishly and I cock my head to the side, a smile growing on my face. She doesn't mean what I think she means, does she?
"I don't think I do." I squint my eyes at her, wanting to squeeze her meaning out her. she snorts out a laugh and covers her face with her hands, how adorable,
"You knooow." She glances around with that big, dopey grin on her face and leans even closer to me so her lips are grazing my ear, "I'm a virgin." Her voice is a delicate whisper in my ear and when she pulls back from me she raises her eyebrows and bites her lips together in a playful smile.
I didn't think she actually meant it. But that look on her face says something different,
"Really?" I sit back in my chair and she nods a little bit drunkenly. I bite my lip and take her hand, pulling her up so she's standing, "You should let me change that." She staggers a little bit as I pull her closer to me, whispering into her ear, "Let me make this the night of your life." On the "L" I flick my tongue out to meet her ear, eliciting a soft giggle from her. she steps away from me slightly and staggers a little bit,
"I don't know." She's still holding my hand so it's not exactly her denying me, "Will you be nice?" She smiles shyly and I pull her closer to me, walking out of the bar and into the parking lot where the sun is well beyond set,
"I will be the nicest you'll ever have." I bite her ear, gently and slink my arm over her shoulder, "I promise." I spin her so shes leaning against the car, with a surprisingly graceful move, and place my lips on hers, softly.
At first I can feel her stiffening in my arms but soon her's are finding their way onto my shoulders and her hands are slipping into my hair. I work my lips into her bubblegum mouth and my hand starts to slide down her back, tracing over her lean, muscular muscles until it gets to her hip where I let it rest, rubbing my thumb against the bone. She lets out a soft whimper and her arms tighten themselves around my neck. I chuckle and my hand slips into her back pocket.
I didn't even get a chance to grab her before her elbow connected with my right cheekbone, sending a shockwave of severe pain radiating through my face. I gasp and take a step back, cupping my cheek in pain. I know it's been a few days since Thorin hit me but it still hurts. I curse under my breath and bring my hand down from my cheek, and sure enough the skin split and there's blood on my palm,
"Wow, you really are that innocent." I chuckle and wipe some of the blood from my cheek. When I glance back up at her she gives me a look of mild concern on her face, "Don't worry yourself too much, I'm fine." My tone is a little bit more biting and sarcastic than I would normally mean it to be,
"I- I'm sorry. I just- I've never done this before." She speaks quietly and seems flustered, a more brilliant rouge displaying itself on her cheeks. I nod and slip close to her again, taking her hand in mine,
"You've got to trust me." She nods, squeezing my hand back and pulling me into her again, nearly crashing her lips into mine.
I wrap my arms around her waist and her shoulders, holding her close to me as I work my lips into her's, a fire burning in my chest and other places, wanting to get closer to her. I can feel her heart hammering against her ribs and take a moment to slip my tongue across her lower lip, being as polite as I can in asking to taste more of her.
She lets out a soft squeak and her lips part, her tongue coming to meet mine and dance in a playful duel. My hand slips from her waist down into her back pocket and I can feel her tense but she stops herself from hitting me and instead kisses me harder, placing a hand on the back of my head, her fingers interlacing in my hair and tugging at it softly. I chuckle into the kiss and hold her tighter, squeezing that hot piece of ass under my hand.
I pull away from her and lick my lips, moving my hand back to her waist so I can see her better. She really is beautiful. Like an opal pulled from the base of an old volcano. So beautiful when seen in the right light and even when in the dark she still shines like the sun. She smiles shyly and looks away from me, her blush taking up her entire face as she did.
I give a quick nod toward the car and she walks around, getting into the passenger's side and I into the driver's. Don't worry I don't have enough alcohol in me for there to be any inebriation.
The drive to the hotel I like to take my lovely ladies to is filled with lusty, drunken glances and hands on legs, squeezing and teasing their way over the muscle.
The run from the car to my room was a mad dash as I checked in and her hands were all over me, her teeth nipping at my neck lustily. The run to the room from the lobby was fun, me trying to keep myself together as Riviera with her beautiful ass jogging ahead of me. God I would love to have a piece of that in my mouth right now. My heart starts to thump against my chest and I lick my lips, hungrily.
We come to the door of the suite I use and Riv stops ahead of me, leaning against the door with a lusty haze covering her eyes. I clench my jaw and crash my lips into hers, a hunger overtaking me like I have never known.
Without taking my lips from hers I reach down and grab her legs, lifting her so she can wrap them around my waist and dig her fingers into my scalp, pulling at my hair hungrily. I move my lips from her mouth to her jaw then her chest, biting and sucking as I go along, the pain from her strike being masked by the adrenaline and endorphins so now it's down to a dull throbbing.
I fumble around with my hands and open the door, stumbling inside clumsily, nearly dropping Riv on the carpeted floor.
I place her on the desk next to the bed and unzip her hoodie with a quick motion and push it off of her shoulder, baring her lovely, milky skin to my lips and teeth.
Piece by piece I relieved her of her clothes, leaving her on the bed in nothing but her bra and underwear which- might I say- looking stunning on her. While I myself have been stripped bare of anything, save for my boxers. I stand at the end of the bed and stare at her in the dim light of the lamp behind me. I take in every inch of her beautiful body as I can before I tackle myself onto her and attack her with bites and kisses while grinding my hips into her.
It's only a matter of time before we're both naked, sweating into each other with moans and gasps escaping through the closed window and the walls to awaken any others that might dwell around us and we're fully embodying the term "beast with two backs". It might be possible that we're going a little rough for her first time, but if she doesn't experience it like this she won't be able to say if she likes it or not.
Let me tell you, this girl is a shouter and a biter, her teeth are like razors digging into my shoulders and her voice is like a siren singing sweetly to me from the sea.
After some time I find myself laying next to her, my body almost to the point of shaking from being so fatigued and my breath coming short and shallow. that had to have been the best fuck I've had since high school. A smile spreads itself across my face and I cuddle up against her. Her heart is beating even faster than when I had kissed her at the bar, if that's possible.
I wrap my arm over her shoulders and her head rests on my chest, her breath coming just as raggedly as my own. I nuzzle my nose into her hair and stay there, in sweet silence until I feel her fall asleep against me.
Her sleeping form is even more beautiful than her waking self. Even if she is drooling on me. It's kind of cute really. Her breath is soft and warm as it escapes her lips onto my chest. I lean my head back on the pillow and let out a quiet sigh, letting my hand rest on Riv's shoulder. I just ruined a beautiful flower.
Oops.
