"Are you ready for me?" Thorin softly whispered in Heloise's ear. He had already undressed completely, anxious to be free of his many regal layers. She was still lying where he left her, not moving, still wearing her dress.
"My Queen, are you awake? My love?" Thorin sighed and lay back on the bed next to his One. With loving eyes, he watched her sleeping soundly, her eyes moving rapidly under her lids as in a deep dream, but as he perused her body, he noticed her hands were clenched in tight fists. Concerned, he soothingly stroked her hair in an effort to rouse her.
"Heloise? Wake up, my Queen." He rolled her tightly into his arms and buried his face in her hair. The scent of her, and having her against him was nearly enough to satisfy him. Nearly. It didn't seem fitting that they should have waited all this time and then not consummate their marriage on their wedding night; especially, when their hungers for each other were so strong. Still, as she lingered in her deep slumber he thought that perhaps she was exhausted by the day and deserved a good night's rest.
Thorin decided to try a different tact. He carefully pulled her skirts up to mid-thigh. Then, he rose from the bed and went to the table filled with oils and tinctures. He had wanted to massage her, to touch her on every part of her body, to tease and pleasure her. If she was this tired, at least he could relax her further with a gentle rub. He removed the crystal stopper from the one labeled "rosehips" and poured a generous amount into his large hand. Rubbing his hands together to warm the oil, he ran his oiled hands from her thighs, over her knees, and down to her ankles.
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