A/N: Re: killing off Wren in the previous chapter. I didn't kill her for the sake of Robin. I was bedraggled by the visit to my parents, and it just happened. Robin came out of the mist later. I thought with Wren gone I would write a fic that glorifies her, everyone remembering and missing her, discussing her, but then my heart broke, and I couldn't go on. It's not just me being attached to Wren. Which is as obvious as it gets. I think it's about what they are for each other. Wren and consequently different versions of her were created to be perfect for each new version of Thorin and thus there is no Thorin without Wren in my writing. I do not claim other Thorins. But in my stories Wren and Thorin/John are each other's salvation. And thus this John is so lost and pained... I just can't do it to him... It's not about her being gone, it's about him never being complete without her again. There is void there, and the way I see it Robin could never fill it. As RagdollPrincess said, he would simply steamroll her. Our grumpy is quite a piece of work. Wren is just very good at handling him. But Robin will stay with us. In a hobbit form, she is even more adorable! ;)

"Picked Me Up" by Okou

The disgusting beeping jerks you out of the soft and fuzzy bliss of sleep. Bugger, that's the phone.

J.: Are you asleep? Sorry if I woke you up, sweet. I just miss you so much :(

Oh, poor sod, he must be so lonely there. You yawn. John got held back at home, you are already at the lodge. Your tradition, every year to come back to the resort where you met. You nuzzle the pillow and chuckle. You were drunk, and then he tumbled off a slope. Very heroically, protecting other skiers from injuries, given, but still… A very popular story at dinner tables.

W.: I am not anymore. Miss you too. How is Bilbo?

That's your dog, he got some sort of stomach bug. John had to take him to a vet.

J.: He is fine. Already begging for a biscuit. Refused him decisively. Dea will pick him up tomorrow before my plane.

W.: No biscuits. I still half suspect it was food poisoning. I bet he mooched something from Mr Balinson. Are you in bed already?

J.: Yes, and it is cold. I miss you.

Hm, someone is persistent… Is he hinting on something? That would be new.

W.: Do you now?

J.: I miss all of you but at the moment I really miss your body.

Yep, he is. That would be definitely new. Given you did have to spend some time separated before and you did chat about being randy those times, but he is very much more straightforward than before. Nice.

W.: What exactly do you miss?

J.: I miss your taste.

Wow, that is so hot! Blimey, the guy is not wasting any time, is he? Or did you read too much into it?

J.: And how quickly you get wet for me.

Nope, you were not reading too much into it. You are suddenly hot and push the blankets off your shoulders. The lodge is always cold, you even brought some additional quilts. You are not cold anymore for certain.

W.: I do. I want you almost all the time.

J.: I love pushing my hand into your knickers and finding you hot and wet already.

God, you are actually doing it! Alrighty, time to raise the stakes.

W.: I love it when you push your fingers into me this way. Move my knickers aside and stick two fingers into me.

J.: Which hole are we talking about?

All deities almighty, the guy is randy! And so much more open and assertive in the texts! Wow! Hot, definitely hot!

W.: Which one would you like to start with?

J. Both. Spread you on the bed and play with you. Mouth and hands. Everything goes.

You shift on the bed uncomfortably. That will need to be addressed manually at some point but so far you are too interested in what he will say next.

W.: And?..

J.: Suck at your clit. Stick my tongue into you. I love how your body jerks when I do that.

Mother of god, is there any filter between his thoughts and his texts? You push your hand into your PJ trousers.

W.: And then?...

He is quiet for a few seconds. You assume his hand is busy.

J.: Then I would flip you over and kiss your bum. I love it. It's so perky and round. And then you would sit and spread your legs. I want to kneel in front of you near the couch.

That is oddly specific. Funny that he included your furniture. But he is right, the couch is the perfect height. As it has been tested repeatedly through years.

W.: Then I would put my legs on your shoulders.

He is quiet again.

J.: Sorry dropped my phone. You know how much I love it when you do it. Your lips get squished and you clench me so tight. Your lips are puffy and pink…

W.: Oh fuck. It is so hot. I am so wet right now.

Your hand has started moving already.

J.: Oh Wrennie, I miss you so much. Are you touching yourself?

W.: You bet. I am imagining these are your fingers.

J.: I wouldn't be using my fingers on you love. Can I have a picture?

Oh my fucking god. You haven't even thought of it. Honestly people who have been married for five years should not be enjoying sexting so much. It's just obscene. You wiggle out of your PJs and start twisting trying to find a good angle. You know he likes that area, but seriously you doubt you can take a nice photo of that… You know your good angles when it comes to your face, but the lady parts… Is there even a good angle? The camera in your mobile clicks, and you peer. Hm, it's actually cute… All pink and flower like… Well, there is no way back. You hit "Send."

J.: God Wrennie I really need to fuck you right now.

Oh god. Never in all these years have you heard him swear. More so, calling what happens between you two thusly. Though let's face it, it is exactly what it is sometimes. He is very diverse in bed. Sexy beast…

W.: Touch yourself John, think about me. Imagine me sucking on you right now. I love it so much.

J.: I know. You do look like you enjoy it. And you are drenched when you are doing it.

You bet. You can actually come like that. You are very proud of yourself.

W.: Imagine me cupping up your balls and massaging them the way you like. The skin there is different and I love licking them.

J.: You are

J.: Sorry hit send too fast. I meant you are very good at it. You are amazing. Your BJs should be glorified in some monument or something.

You momentarily imagine a bronze monument of you kneeling in front of him and giggle. Silly goose!

W.: We wouldn't want other people to see me like that. Would we John?

J.: No of course not. But I love watching you in the mirror when you are sucking me off.

What?! There is indeed a large mirror in the bedroom, but you haven't given it much thought before. Bugger, it makes sense. He indeed can see your bum propped up in the air when he is lying down and you are… Hm, well, you know…

W.: Perv. Are you staring at my bum when I am performing fellatio on you?

J.: And your lips. They are open and wet. And all I want at that moment is push you on the bed and shag your brains out.

W.: You do that sometimes. Funny I would expect you to want to prolong it.

J.: I do enjoy it immensely. Especially that one thing you do when you take me very deep and then massage me with your throat. My tip hits your throat wall and it feels so good.

You are close and probably should slow down.

W.: How close are you John?

J.: Send me a picture of your tits and I'll probably be done. I miss them.

Yep, Mr. Thorington is all for equality. Butt and boobs receive equal amount of love. You rise on your knees and lift your top. Only the undersides of your breasts seen, you click the camera. He will get a nice view of your curls, your stomach and the undersides that he likes so much. The stomach is popular too. You have a tattoo of his name on your side, intertwined with oaken branches.

J.: You are so beautiful Wrennie.

W.: Thank you darling. What are you thinking about at the moment?

J. It is a bit too dirty. I should keep it to myself.

Backing off now, are we John? And what you talked about before wasn't dirty?!

W.: Are you thinking about jerking off on my stomach love?

He is quiet again, and you are almost certain why. You move your fingers quicker, think about his strong hands and blue eyes, and come with a loud moan. You are panting and after a few moments your phone beeps again.

J.: That did it. I had to address the geyser in our bedroom :)

Barmy muppet! You like him so much that it's embarrassing at times.

W.: I am glad I could help. Can I go back to sleep now?

J.: Yes, and I will see you tomorrow. I love you so much, sweet.

W.: And I you. See you tomorrow. Now you need to rise to the standard you set up today.

J.: I bought us a present for the anniversary. It's remote controlled and can go either way. I'll handle the new standards. Will you?

Oh poop!