Kissing Master Baggins was unlike anything Thorin had experienced before. It was a tender sensation but it was fierce at the same time. Master Baggins' skin was soft and exposed against Thorin's beard but Master Baggins didn't hesitate in trusting his lips against Thorin's with fiery determination.
Thorin was so consumed with the sensation that he failed to notice when they ended up lying down on the soft grass Master Baggins gathered earlier.
He noticed that they are lying side by side only when Master Baggins took away his lips from Thorin's. For a moment, Thorin thought that was that and he would be fine if it was so. A dwarf-like Thorin knew to take the bitter with the sweet and be thankful for the smallest of wonders life would present before him. Those wonders were few and far in between but they made life bearable.
The long kiss Master Baggins gave him could last for years to come but Master Baggins didn't look as he was content. He wasn't calm in any sense of the word. More so, he seemed as he would be burnt from within by the flames that were consuming his soul.
That reminded Thorin of Smaug and Master Baggins task.
This wasn't about Thorin getting something of life, something beautiful. This was about Master Baggins getting at least a part of his dream before he faces off with a sleeping dragon.
Still, Thorin knew better than most, how pride could defeat you and how shame can shape you.
That's why he went to get the cover. The darkness was the best tool of intimacy and the warmth had to be preserved too.
Thorin then covered Master Baggins to give him a sense of chastity and started to expose himself. He considered that it was only fair that he doesn't hide the magnitude of his disposition to the small Hobbit. That way he could decide for himself was his dream feasible or will it remain in the realm of fantasy where all fantastical things mortal creatures desired were obtained.
Without a word Master Baggins opened the cover inviting Thorin in.
Thorin had to admit that he wasn't dissatisfied with that outcome but when he lied down he discovered that Master Baggins was still fully dressed. That didn't seem as fair to Thorin to be set against the friction of his clothes.
After short consideration, Thorin decided that it would be best to free Master Baggins from his clothes without further questions. It seemed that an angry Hobbit who always had a reprimand or a remark lost his voice for the time being.
As Thorin removed his coat, Master Baggins recovered some of his bearings and started to cooperate with the task of removal of layers of fabric.
It was most satisfying when the skin emerged and Thorin could feel under his fingers the warmth of his skin, rapidness of his heartbeat and shallowness of his breath. Thorin embraced him near to his chest and it was as Master Baggins melted into him.
For a moment all was good with the world.