AN: I do not own any of the characters or places in the hobbit, they belong to Professor Tolkien and he would kill me for how I have corrupted them.
My brain is evil and I wish it didn't do this to me, so apologies you will have to deal with the output of it.
Thief.
Dwalin got a thrill every time he caught sight of the mass of auburn hair. The thrill had nothing to do with the chase he would be involved in within seconds of him spotting that hair. No the thrill had to do with the fight and amazing sex at the end of the chase. Yes you read that right, Dwalin son of Fundin and Captain of the Royal Guard of Durin-father was sleeping with the most wanted criminal both sides of the Misty Mountains. Not just sleeping with, but bonded to and that was definitely a story for another time. Safe to say their encounters in the professional field were passionate and bloody, with fists being thrown, names being called and clothes being, literally, ripped off. The smile he always wore when the thief managed to escape again confused the rest of his guards and there were times he would try to hide it the same way he hid the claw marks on his back and teeth marks on his chest, but all he had to do was remember that hair spilling from its braids and it would flood back. There were even days when he would be humming as he remembered the thief crying out in ecstasy as he wound his hands into that auburn mass and tugged. Moments during training when he would be distracted by the ghost-pleasure-pain of brushing against the marks littering his skin. The emotions were different the days he would return home and find the thief curled up under the covers of his bed in just his skin, then they made love. Gentle touches and the sweet press of lips on lips, the brush of skin on skin. The ability to loose themselves in the other, the whispered conversations and admition of love. Yes Dwalin got a thrill every time he caught sight of Nori's hair.
AN: Anyone notice the rhyme?
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