The weeks turned into months and Thorin continued to stay, thoughts of leaving not yet crossing his mind. He would often time finish whatever extra tasks Lily asked of him and he would find her in the study going over the inn's profits and expenses; Lily had given the task of cleaning the dining hall to her cousin Sage for with spring blooming more people were staying in the inn.
That was where he had found her on one night in particular.

"Would you mind if I took your room for guests?" Lily asked him as she poured over the papers on the desk.
Thorin stared down at her, seeing from the many loose strands of hair that she had been there a while. "Where would I stay?" he asked, a small thought of her not wanting him any longer crossing his mind.
He waited until she looked up at him, seeing the startled confusion in her eyes. "I thought you would stay with me," she said quietly. He stared down at her in silence and she continued; "I mean you already do so I thought I could use your room. If I was wrong to assume then it is alright, you can keep your room; I am sorry for,"
"No," he said grabbing her hand to still their shuffling of papers, silencing her flustered speech. "I will if you ask." He wanted to hear her say it, he wanted to feel the way her words cut his heart as no other's had. He moved around the desk to stand before her, staring heatedly into her eyes as he settled on top of her. He could feel her breathing deepen as his had, see it in her eyes that she was filled with want as he was.

She took a breath when he pulled her dress up, running his hands along her smooth thighs; her heartbeat a rapid flutter in her neck felt beneath his tongue. Her body flushed beneath his hands as desire swam through her, pressing himself against her as he stiffened.

He brought his face level to hers, brushing his lips against hers without kissing her; her eyes dark and hooded just as he knew his were. "Stay with me," she said, her voice no more than a breath upon his lips. He felt the weight of those words, and even stronger the weight of his answer; there was no gentleness between them, only passion.

She hardly cared for removing his shirt and her fingers instead found the buckle of his pants as his tongue found hers in her mouth. He groaned when her hips sought out his, pressing fully against him. He pulled her dress up over her waist before hooking her legs over the armrests of the chairs, carelessly doing away with his trousers.

Over the few months he had been there he had taken her at least once a day and she learned how to stifle her sounds so they would not be found; however not even Thorin could stop his moans and cries as he moved, giving her a promise they both knew he would not keep. He felt the waves of her release tighten around him and he rode through them bringing her to another before he finally came. He laid against her, her legs still spread over the arms of the chair, feeling something he had not felt since he had come back; he was satisfied.

They continued on much the same over the next few weeks, Thorin refusing to let her travel to the next town over to trade by herself and so he would join her when she would go. Lily often stayed in the study well past the time she should have come to bed; Thorin realized she saw to many things for the inn during the day and only had time to look over the income when night fell. Many nights he went to the study to drag her to bed, knowing she would stay hours longer than she needed to. Other nights, the days before and after she would trade with the town closest, he would give her a moment of reprieve whether or not he found his own release – more often than not he would kneel before her chair and pull her dress over her hips and bury his head between her legs, forcing himself to lay in her bed and please himself. But there were other nights when he would come see her in the study to find her with her head on the desk asleep. It was on those nights he would take her in his arms and carry her to their room, laying with her wound in his arms as he too fell into slumber.

It was because of her late nights that Thorin began taking her in various places during the day when there was no one around; the kitchen, an empty room, the barn where the livestock was kept, the river when they washed the sheets, the wagon when they went to the next town, the field where they harvested; though he greatly enjoyed having her in her bed. "What are you doing to me woman?" he often asked her to which she would respond; "I could ask you the same."

He knew he was growing careless, that there weren't many people who would overlook what he was doing; knowing many would accuse him of rape even if they knew it wasn't. He also knew he could destroy her reputation in the town, casting her as a whore. She knew it too, though it mattered little to either one of them. The consequences did not stop them, not even when someone did find them out.