A/N: I was kind of curious to see how this chapter would turn out, mostly because it's the first sex scene in the entire story (foreshadowing?). I wanted to sort of work up to it with a sentence here and there describing physical contact early on, but in this chapter they pretty much just dive in. Credit for inspiration in this particular chapter goes to the musical group Cute Is What We Aim For and their song "Navigate Me." Perfectly describes what these two would've had going through their heads. Enjoy the read:

Thorin led Rose down an endless maze of halls she had never visited in her entire stay at Erebor. They looked just like the ones that led to her old chambers (which had been cleared out that morning), so she musn't have missed out on too much. Except for one thing.
Her husband finally came to a stop in front of an oak door- of course, it would be oak- and turned to face her with an expectant smile.

"Are you ready to see your new bedroom?"

"Our new bedroom," she corrected playfully. Thorin smirked and opened the door, stand back for her to see. Rose leaned forward and poked her head through slowly, then lifted her skirts and took a gradual step forward. She had no idea how much the servants had been working that day until then. When they finished getting her ready, the handmaidens immediately set to deliver all of her belongings and organize the room to fit both husband and wife.

There were two large wardrobes, one for each of them, and a vanity table twice the size as the one from her old room, with similar figurines carved into the wood. There was a tall bookshelf full of maps and novels (Rose made a mental note to look into this more thoroughly later), and the largest bed she had ever seen- complete with a thick mattress, bed sheets, and dozens of pillows of various shapes and sizes. A giant curtain that could reach around the entire perimeter of the bed was drawn back, almost as an invitation. Rose's eyes fell on the object set in the middle of the pillows. A small bouquet of flowers varying in color and species lay on top of the clean sheets, tied together with a blue ribbon. She went to the side of the bed and gingerly took them in her hands.

"They're lovely," she said as she tried to reclaim her breath. Thorin's eyes grew soft as he tucked a curl behind her ears.
"When your other bouquet was destroyed, I took the liberty in putting together a new one."
Rose gasped, remembering the flowers that day when she snuck out to frolic in the fields. She turned to him with wide eyes beginning to tear.

"You...picked flowers for me?"

"Well..." he began, running a hand through his hair, "I had some help from a servant. Actually it was mostly the servant. But I did have the idea."

Rose let out a soft laugh as the tears began to swell and fall down her cheek. She slowly came forward and gave Thorin a hug filled with every ounce of affection and love she could convey for him. He held her for a few moments before gently guiding her head and brushing his lips against hers. His hands slid behind her chest and pulled her in closer. Gently tossing the flowers onto a nearby bench, Rose leaned away and took him by surprise as he felt her teeth grazing his ear. His head involuntarily tilted to the side and the fire in his heart burned with white-hot intensity.

Unbuttoning her dress would simply be too long for him to wait. Thorin ripped the back of it so quickly Rose gasped in surprise, but her hand slowly trailed up his neck and she continued nibbling on his ear, giving it an occasional lick. He pulled her sleeves down off of her arms, and the silvery-white fabric fell to the floor. Immediately he kicked off his boots and Rose pulled his trousers down with them, blushing as his thick member was more prominent against her stomach. He leaned her against one of the large poles of the bed and kissed the base of her neck fervently, feeling the outline of her corset with his fingertips.

Rose's eyes fluttered open to see her husband straighten and throw his vest and shirt in the pile of clothes, revealing his chiseled upper body. He continued his pleasurable assault on her neck as her hands roamed freely along his arms and back. Unable to suppress the urge, Rose let a moan escape her throat as Thorin sucked mercilessly on her soft skin.

"Thorin..."

His hands met at her lower back and began pulling at the ribbons fastening the bodice to herself. The ties gave way very quickly, and the prince ripped it off by her cleavage and lavished her breasts in kisses, his deep moan sounding almost like a growl. Rose's head leaned back against the post, her arms reaching up over her head and holding tight to the wood for support.

In an instant, Rose was lifted by her waist and set sideways on the bed as Thorin's mouth moved hungrily down her abdomen. He stopped just where the top of her panties fell and began moving back to her naval, then her breasts. Rose wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned even louder when she felt him hardening on top of her, securing her grip on his long dark hair. He slowly began to move his hips up and down with hers, pausing only to throw the sheets aside and conceal themselves within.

From under the blankets his hands slowly trailed down her waist and began pulling her lace underwear to her ankles and off her legs. Thorin held the thin cloth between his teeth and smirked at the sight of his blushing wife laying underneath him. He then removed his own boxers and, tossing both garments aside, carefully positioned himself in between Rose's legs. Before he made any other movement, he whispered softly in her ear: "I love you."

Then, giving her no time to think, he thrust himself deep inside her and a wave of pleasure crashed over them both.

Rose lay fast asleep in her husband's arms. It wasn't but a half hour ago that they finished their wedding night's activities, and Thorin could see traces of the new day already beginning. The halls outside began to be lit as dwarves woke in those early hours to start the second day of celebration- for the ancient dwarvish customs demanded seven days be set aside for celebrating a new marriage.

Thorin kissed his wife's head tenderly just above the gold and silver circlet, her hair littered with what jewels were still intact from the night before. Rose sighed in her sleep and began to stir at his touch before finding a comfortable spot on his neck and her breathing slowed back down.

When Rose had begun to get sleepy, Thorin had drawn the curtains shut to envelop them in darkness and make it easier for her to doze off. He hummed in her ear softly and traced invisible patterns on the middle of her back. The soft thudding of her heart could be faintly heard and she lay with her breasts pressed to Thorin's chest snugly. The prince rest his head in the pillows and fell asleep with his wife tucked securely in his arms.

Rose awoke in an empty bed. At first the memories of the night before took a moment to catch up with her. She turned on her back and stretched, yawning and sighing as her hands went to her hair. Feeling the gems scattered about in her messy curls started to jog her memory, making her face turn a soft shade of red as she remembered what had taken place just hours ago. Biting her lip to contain a squeal of excitement, she pulled the covers to her chest and sat up. A faucet turned in the other room and running water could be heard from within.

Not two seconds later, the bed curtains were drawn open.
Smiling down at her was Thorin, who took the liberty of donning his boxers once more before getting out of bed. He sat by her with an odd grin on his face.

"Good morning, Lady Oakenshield" he said, sounding amused. Rose smiled sweetly in reply. Her hand slid up his neck, gently pulling him in for a kiss. It was firm but sweet, and she could feel his hands wrap around her and lift her from the sheets even before their lips broke contact.
"I have already drawn the bath." His eyes slowly trailed the length of her naked body appreciatively. A playful smile spread across his lips once more.

"And I see you're already prepared." He got the satisfaction of watching his bride's cheeks flush red as he chuckled and carried her into their private bathroom.

The large tub (or pool, more accurately put) was set in the ground, and so deep that the water went up to Thorin's chest even when he stood. It was deep blue in color, topped with quite a large mound of bubbles. Rose squealed as her husband jumped straight into the bath with her still in his arms, not caring to take off his undergarment. Her head fell below the surface before she emerged, every gem now floating in the soapy water and her circlet the only remaining hair accessory left.

She gasped, wiping her long hair out of her face. Thorin slowly emerged from the bottom, whipping his hair over his shoulders with a shake of his head. Rose playfully splashed water at him for not giving her warning as he stood dripping and brushing off the suds, only to be met with a splash in return. They continued this for a few more minutes before finally Thorin couldn't stand it anymore and seized her waist playfully. His lips moved down her neck with soft kisses.

An idea struck Rose. Letting out a tiny gasp at her clever idea and gently pulling away from him with a coy smile, she swam to the nearest mound of bubbles and turned away so he couldn't see. She reappeared moments later, the bottom half of her face now covered in frothy bubbles which pointed down at her chin. Trying her best not to erupt into giggles, she swam back over to Thorin.

"We match!"

Thorin's laugh was very deep and hearty. "I never thought I'd see my wife with a beard."

"It's much more comfortable than the one I came here with," she replied, gathering more suds to add to her collection. "It's a shame I can't braid it." After deciding her beard was long and full enough, she came to her husband's side once more.

"How do I look?" she asked playfully.

"Like Gandalf the Grey if he were a dwarf woman," Thorin laughed. A loud knock sounded at the door.

"Uncle Thorin, Aunt Prim- the second day of celebrations have started hours ago! How much longer will you be?"
Before Thorin could raise his voice, Rose had beat him to it.

"Just as soon as I trim my beard!" she called.

The other room grew silent, and Rose could tell they were registering the female voice that had answered them. She hid her face in Thorin's neck and the two burst into a fit of laughter.