Alyssae didn't let go of his eyes while she lowered her dress until her waist. She saw his cheeks turn red when she loosened her brassiere, which caused a warm feeling in her stomach.

"Don't be so shy," she whispered when she noticed he didn't dare to move his glance.

She bowed forward and kissed his lips, but he really seemed to be disconcerted.

"I - are you sure you want this?" he asked. "Don't do this because you feel guilty.'

Alyssae touched his cheek tenderly. "Of course I want this, Thorin Oakenshield." She moved her lips to his ear and whispered: "To whom else would I want to give myself?"

She had always intended to give herself to the one she would marry, but that wouldn't be Thorin. She wanted to share this moment with him. She wanted to become intimate with him, before they would lose each other. She never wanted to forget the short time they had. And thanks to Thranduil's curse, there was no risk.

It didn't escape her attention that Thorin didn't dare to do much, which surprised her. She took his hands, spread his fingers and placed them upon her breasts. His hands felt rough against her soft skin, but he acted so gently it softened her heart. Slowly his fingers glided across her skin and followed the curving.

A nervous feeling grew inside her chest and she sighed softly. Uncertain, Thorin looked up when his thumbs touched her nipples and she brought her mouth to his. She closed her eyes while she placed small kisses on his lips and became even more aware of the hands that explored her upper body. Slowly he seemed to become more confident. His kisses became more passionate and now and then he squeezed his fingers a little. Alyssae flipped his dark hair over his shoulder and kissed the side of his neck, just beneath his ear. She felt her lips gave rise to a quiver and she followed the line of his jaw. Her hands found an opening underneath his attire and he let go of her to pull out his upper garment.

Her hands stroked his chest and her hand rested upon the right half of it, so she could feel his heartbeat.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered between two kisses. He let go of her breast and moved his hand to her hair.

Alyssae only smiled and took him towards the floor because her back started to hurt. She folded her arms around his body and held him tight, so that their naked upper bodies shared their warmth. It was something so simple, yet it caused twinkles all over her body.

"I don't know if I can move on without you, Alyssae."

His words sounded helpless and she pulled back her face to look into his blue eyes.
"I will visit you. Don't let our goodbye burden your mind before that time has come."
She stroked his cheek and kept looking in his eyes. She noticed he still didn't dare to surrender himself.

"Where are you afraid of?"

He looked down. "I am afraid I do something you don't want."

Alyssae chuckled. "You have never cared about that."

A dash of a smile appeared around his lips, but he kept staring at the ground.

"I don't know what I should do," he mumbled almost inaudible.

Alyssae lifted his chin. "You should do whatever you want. If something is unpleasant, I will surely tell you." She tapped his nose playfully. "This behavior is new to me."

Thorin looked away. "I have hurt you enough, huh?"

Alyssae sighed softly and touched carefully one of his many wounds.

"That pain disappeared with the first kiss you gave me."

He kept silent and brought his lips to her neck. Butterflies raced inside her and now and then her shoulder moved spastic because his lips tickled, making Thorin grin. Her fingers brushed through his dark curls, while his face lowered and he carefully explored her bosom with his lips.

An enjoying sigh left her mouth when his warm tongue touched her nipple. Goose bumps appeared on her arms while he placed his lips around it and sucked softly. Alyssae felt how the muscles of her pelvis contracted, while a mighty feeling made her belly glow. Her tingling finger tips glided across his swollen dorsal muscles. She planted a kiss upon his hair when he caressed her other breast, while his hands moved across her belly.

"You know damn well what to do," she whispered hoarse, looking down at his closed eyes and lips that hid her nipple.