A/N: And the glorious King Under the Mountain is back :D
Utopia, noun
often capitalized: a place of ideal perfection especially in laws, government, and social conditions
Twelve weeks after the birth of Unna, Erebor
He falls back on the bed, his body glistening from sweat, his breathing spasmodic, and he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Mahal, woman, what is it with you today? You are insatiable!" You are laughing, rolling over him and settling on his chest. His palms lie on your back, and he rubs it up and down. "I have missed you, my lord. And as I cannot attend to my patients now, caring for your daughter, I have all this time to think of and anticipate your return." You press your cheek to his chest, "I tend to make plans..." He snorts, "And then try to fulfill all of them in one night." "I feel very inspired with you, my lord." He pulls you to his lips. "I have missed you too, kurdu…" He smiles into your eyes, an open loving smile, "And I do enjoy your fervour. Please, do not change." You put your head back on his chest and start drawing patterns on his chest.
"Are you not jealous when I am away, zundush?" The question seemingly comes from nowhere. But you smirk, you know that it is a ploy for him to inquire if he has any reasons for jealousy himself. When confronted he realizes that he is being absurd, but he has a habit of being suspicious. "No, my lord, I trust you completely." He hums, and you peek. He looks slightly peevish, and you hide a smile. He obviously was trying to trick you into the discussion so that he could investigate.
"I put a spell on you, my lord, the first night we spent together, so now I know of every time a woman touches you." Your tone is grave and since he cannot see you face, he does not know that you are biting into your bottom lip to suppress laughter bursting out of you. He jerks and pushes you up so he can look into your eyes. "Is it true?" There is no guilt in his eyes, just pure shock, and you cannot help it anymore. You roar with laughter and fall into the sheets. He is staring at you with a befuddled expression, and it only adds to your merriment.
"Are you jesting, kurdu? Is there a spell on me or not?" You are panting, trying to catch your breath, your stomach actually hurting from the frolics, and you wipe tears from your eyes. And then you straddle him and press your palms into his chest. You look him into eyes and ask, "Does it matter though, my lord? It is not like you have anything to hide. You do not desire any other women but me." He ponders it shortly and then smiles, a wide white toothed grin, "Indeed I do not." You nod and shift your pelvis on him. He chuckles. "Honestly, woman, it is dangerous to leave you alone. But since you are already there..."