Disclaimer: The Hobbit and its characters are not mine. I just like to play with them.

Fill 'em up time! I never liked writing filler stuff... It's weird and awkward

With Kili and Riviera

I open my eyes to streams of late morning sunlight peaking through the dusty old curtains. A soft groan escapes my lips and as I stretch my arms above my head and my feet toward the end of the bed. I can feel a soft, warm breath weaving its way over my skin and a heavy head resting against my chest. Outside the sounds of early morning traffic and bustle are drifting through the thin glass of the hotel room window and as they reach my ears they seem to be amplified by the nagging ache in the back of my head.

I lift myself up onto my elbows and let the girl's head slide down my body. What was her name again? Rhiannon? Risa? Wait, I know her name, it's Riv! Right, Riviera. Elrohir's not-daughter. I chuckle to myself and slide out from under her, letting her head drop softly on the bed. I wince as I watch her drop and let out a soft sigh when I see she doesn't wake. A heavy sleeper, I guess.

I find my way through the sparsely lit room to the drawer where I kept a trusty, old Polaroid camera. On my way back to the bed I open the curtains and let the warm sunlight shine onto Riv's sleeping form. She looked so perfect, with the bedsheets pulled halfway up her body and her curly, dark hair partially covering her face. Such a lovely little thing was she.

I lean on my knee on the bed and snap a photo of her, the resulting positive coming out of the slot beneath the lense. As I shake out the photo I walk from the bed to the desk where my jeans happened to be tossed and slip the lovely picture into my back pocket. I've got a special place for those.

I slip back into bed with Riv and wrap my arms around her naked form, my lips pressing gently into her neck, hoping to coax her into waking up. She lets a soft grumble escape her lips and a forced sigh of resign as the hangover starts to kick in,

"Good morning, darling." My voice is soft and warm as I greet her, trailing kisses from her neck onto her shoulders,

"What time is it?" Her voice is sleepy and soft, coming quietly from her barely open lips. I glance at the clock by the bed,

"Ten thirty." My voice is a low mumble as I trail my kisses along her skin. She stretches again and lets out another soft sigh, shifting around so she is facing me. Her makeup is smudged almost off her face and her lovely raven locks are a jumbled mess atop her head. Yet somehow, she's still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her, nuzzling her nose into my neck,

"Whatever happened to coffee?" I chuckle softly and wiggle my way under the sheets with her. Her warmth had become infectious and soaked into the sheets, creating a pool of heat where they had been touching her.

I cuddle closer to Riviera, feeling her shiver against my cool touch and take in what little warmth I can from her small frame. I sigh into her body and kiss her ear,

"I can take you out with me today." Under normal circumstances I wouldn't take the girl out with me after a night of horse play but something about her is telling me that she deserves better than a tap and go relationship.

I can feel her smile into my shoulder as I squeeze her closer and roll onto my back, holding her on top of me,

"You know, I thought you'd like to know that you are the most fun I've had in years." I chuckle and kiss her lips again. She lets a soft smile spread over her lips and kisses me back playfully,

"Oh yeah?" She straddles her legs over my hips and sits back against my legs, pushing the sheets off her shoulders. God, even just seeing her like that is enough to drive anyone mad with lust.

I rest my hands on her hips and rub my thumbs over the bones that stick out there. What a lovely body indeed,

"Mhm. And I would love to take you out again, maybe to get some actual coffee." I muse as she rests a hand on my chest, her delicate fingers playing over my muscles there,

"I think I'd like that." Her voice is soft and childish as she stares at me, her big, blue eyes gazing lustily at me.

Her lips found their way gingerly along my chest until her teeth found my neck, her pearly whites pinching and biting my skin softly, "But maybe in a little while." I chuckle as she places her hands on either side of my waist and leans over me, her messy, dark curls tickling my chest.

God this girl has a sex drive to rival Gods' of days past. I swallow hard as she trails her lips down my body, stopping to kiss the bruises that still shone on my body from a few days ago. Yeah, Thorin doesn't just hit my face, he kicks- hard.

She feels like heaven as she lick and kisses at my skin. Before she gets the chance to reach that very special destination of her's I tap my fingers under her chin and slip my other hand under her arm, trying to pull her back to my face,

"Now, now, You wouldn't want to get anymore sore for getting coffee, would you?" I smile, the barest hint of mirth in my voice as I stare at those big, innocent blue eyes of her's. God what a catch she is,

"I'm not sore." Riv's face distorts itself into a playful pout and her head cocks a little to the left. God what a puppy,

"Oh yeah?" She gives me a little nod and rests her head on my chest, looping her finger into my hair and twirling it gently, "Then get up and walk to the bathroom." I make a motion toward the door by the entrance and raise my eyebrow challengingly.

She huffed iritantly and slid sideways off the bed, her feet hardly making a noise on the carpeted floor. As soon as she straightens though I see the pained expression on her face, no matter how much she tries she can't hide that. Her steps are slow and her legs are bowing more than they should with each movement,

"I told you. Now come back here, I'm cold." I stretch my arms toward her, a mean smirk on my face. she scoffs at me and grabs my shirt on the chair next to her, throwing it at me, "I was kidding, Riv, come on. It was a joke." But she doesn't listen to me, instead she storms into the bathroom, locking the door behind herself.

I chuckle and go to the door, leaning against the doorframe,

"You wouldn't happen to be showering would you?" The sound of the shower door sliding open and the water running is enough to convince me. I nod silently and lay back down on the bed, grabbing the phone and ordering a little bit of room service before I take my lovely little catch out for a drink of something a little less intoxicating.