Relief flushes through me as a party starts around us. Wine and ale were brought out and we were all set up in the Master's house for the night. I spend the majority of the night sitting in a corner, staring into a goblet of wine, thinking about the way I just froze when Thorin introduced me to the Master and the entirety of Laketown. I knew things like that would happen as his future wife and I know he is going to become King of Erebor and I'm going to become Queen but still this fear built up inside me which caused me to freeze. A part of me wants Thorin and I to just live quiet lives, the way I had planned my life to be. Another part of me, the part that wants Thorin to have everything he wants, tells me to just grin and bare it all, for him. There is something seriously wrong with me! I think I'm the only girl in the universe who doesn't want to be a Queen.
"My love, are you okay?" I look up at Thorin surprised.
"Yes, I'm fine" I reply and take a drink "This is good wine"
Thorin frowns "You're lying to me"
My eyes widen "No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are" He replies with a smirk. He leans down to my level and stares into my eyes "I know you very well, Miss Halliwell. Do not think for a moment that you can lie to me"
I smile "Here we go with the Miss Halliwell bit again."
Thorin takes my goblet out of my hand and I reach for it again with a noise of protest. "Hey!"
He takes my hand in his gently "Come with me" he says quietly.
I smile and stand up with him "Where are we going?" I ask as he leads me throw the corridors.
"In here" He says and pushes a door open.
I walk into the bedroom and look around curiously then smirk "Well, well, Thorin Oakenshield. Are you propositioning me?"
Thorin closes the door with a chuckle "Yes, yes I am. Do you accept?"
I lean against the wall behind me and say "Anything for you, my King"
Thorin pulls me against him firmly and kisses me roughly. Oh, this is a new kind of kiss. I like it. His hands are already pulling at the ties on my vest. He pushes it off my shoulders and pulls away from my mouth briefly to pull my undershirt off. I coolness in the air makes me shiver.
"Are you cold, my love?" Thorin asks, his voice lower and rough.
I nod "Yeah"
Thorin smirks at me while cupping one on my breasts gently "I'll warm you up"
I let out a laugh and kiss him. I can't stop my hands from wandering down his chest to the hem of his shirt. I play with it as Thorin kisses down my jaw to my neck. I pull his belt off along with the jacket. He is forced to detach himself from my neck as I lift his shirt over his head. He throws away impatiently and his mouth moves down my chest to my breasts. My breath quickens with anticipation. My very core is awake with a desire I almost forgot Thorin could bring out in me. As his mouth presses surprisingly gently on the curve of my left breast I feel a shiver run through my entire frame. I feel him smirk against my skin and he lowers his head and kisses one breasts before taking the nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the sensation. Thorin detaches himself from my chest and lowers himself to his knees. Dear God he has got to stop doing that, it turns me on a little more than it should. He pulls the skirt off my hips and allows it to pool around my feet. I step out of it and kick it aside before kicking off my boots. Thorin runs his hands up my legs slowly then presses his lips into my inner thigh. My breathing is heavy as I stare down at the Dwarf with lust. Thorin's hands hooks his fingers in my underwear and pulls them off me painfully slow.
"Christ, Thorin stop doing that!" I gasp.
"What?" He asks innocently.
I glare down at him "Teasing me"
He chuckles and presses his finger into the little cluster of nerves between my legs. I gasp and my hips jerk violently. He moves his head forward to take place of his hand but I push him away.
"No, just do it, right now!" I tell him
Thorin laughs and pulls himself to his feet. I stare at his chest for a moment. Damn he's fine!
"As you wish, my Lady" He says.
He lifts me into his arms then walks over to the bed and drops me onto the soft mattress. Thorin stands in front of me and takes off the rest of his clothes. I watch him, mesmerized, oh yeah, this is worth anything aristocracy can throw at me. Thorin crawls between my legs and kisses me gently. He enters me with one hard thrust. I cry out and grip his shoulders. Christ! My body still needs to adapt to him. Thorin stops moving and looks at me with a little guilt.
"I'm fine, go!" I tell him breathlessly.
He nods and his movements are rougher and harder than they were last time. I lift my hips up to meet his instinctively as he pounds into me harder, losing all inhibition. I'm gasping loudly as he hits that spot inside me that sends waves of pleasure through my entire nervous system. His thrusts become erratic and he grabs my face and turns it to look at him.
"Look at me" He growls.
I keep my eyes trained on him. There is a fire in his eyes as he stares into mine. My eyes close instinctively as a powerful orgasm shoots through me. Thorin kisses me, consuming my scream and stills inside of me. He collapses on top of me, his breath hot in my ear.
I stroke his hair gently. "I love you, Thorin"
Thorin lifts himself onto his forearms and smiles at me gently "I love you too, Miss Halliwell"
I laugh a little "You gonna keep calling me that even after we're married?"
He chuckles and kisses me "No, you'll no longer be Miss Halliwell after we are married. You will be Queen Guinevere of Durin's folk"
I laugh nervously as he climbs off of me and pulls on his trousers "Yeah, Queen Guinevere, okay"
Thorin looks at me curiously "You sound hesitant"
I shake my head "Not hesitant, nervous… maybe even a little scared"
Thorin nods and lies next to me "You'll be a great Queen."
"I'm human" I say
He shrugs "yes, and?"
"Well, won't your people be a bit annoyed that their Queen is just some random human girl you picked up on the side of the road?" I ask
Thorin frowns "Is that what you have been worrying about?"
"Yeah, well that and what Andy said. I'm not Lady-like, I don't even know how to be Lady-like" I reply
Thorin laughs "Gwen, have you met a Dwarf woman?"
I shake my head "No"
"There is a reason why the race of men believe there are none and that is because they are very alike to the men. In attitude and appearance" He says
"Appearance?" I ask
"They have beards" He replies.
I bite my lip "Yet you're attracted to me?"
Thorin chuckles "I like my women hairless"
I giggle "Yeah well I like my men with body hair, that constitutes a real man to me"
Thorin laughs and kisses my forehead "Get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow"
I nod and slide under the covers. I sigh at the comfort. I miss beds. One upside to being a Queen is that I'm going to have an awesome bed.
