The cold from the rain was gone.
Heat was everywhere in the blankets pressed against flushed skin; the pillow was fluffy against my head and my hair framed my cheeks like a whisper. I breathed deeply of the foreign scent on my pillow, a smell like metal and a musk that made me want to bury my nose deeper into the softness.
Serenity and ease of limb covered me completely, my fingers finding it difficult to twist into the sheets.
I breathed out deeply into the dark room, a shadow of breath upon my skin that tingled pleasantly when it trailed along my stomach. Roughened fingers running along a leg. A deep baritone voice undulating as it whispered against soft skin and a scratch of roughened stubble planting wet kisses along the line of my neck.
I couldn't open my eyes to see, but my body wanted to know who was in my bed.
My breath hitched when thick fingers slid along my stomach, teasing at soft skin...
A weight curling up behind me, a broad chest strong and hard. Burning like a furnace. Underneath the soft fabric of my night shift, callused fingertips grazed flesh, tortuously slow as they glide along the smooth underside of my breast and dipped down to the valley in between.
I squirmed in muscle corded arms, delighting when a soft groan was pulled from behind me. A grip cupping my rear before a strong hand pulled up on the back of my knee. Wetness gathered as I groaned, leaning back and breathing deeply of the hair that smelled of metal and the wild. My legs were being spread, cool air washing over hot moist desire as I wiggled.
A roughened hand stopped me,splayed flat on my belly to keep me in place.
Lips trailed kisses down my stomach, wet and causing goosebumps when a low chuckle stopped at the soft growth of hair between my legs.
Roughened heavy fingers traced my inner thigh, dipping low and pressing into wet lips.
I was shaking and shuddering with such teasing ministrations. Sweaty from the press of so much heat around me; hot with how much my desire dripped from my spread thighs.
Curled hair beneath my fingers, pushing pulling wanting and both denying what would give me the most pleasure.
I wanted.
The heat around me was so overwhelming; sweat trickled along my neck only to be licked up by the press of a hot tongue.
I needed.
An engulfing sensation as a mouth pressed into slicked desire and a moan silenced with a connection of lips. A callused thumb against my jaw.
A roughened heavy hand holding me still.
I moaned, heavy with need and begged for release.
A cock starting to press against the ring of muscle and dip inside to my very center...
"SHIT!"
I gasped as I fell tumbling from my saddle, crashing to the muddy ground with a hard splat that had me looking out in shock. What the fuck was that?!
I looked around, mortified even as I realized that Fili and Kili were both laughing into the saddle of their ponies, hunched over and clutching at their reins. I looked around in a shock, unable to figure out just what had happened!
My mind was in such a whirl that I didn't even even notice when Ori came up beside me, gently helping me up from the disgusting mud with a kind grip. "Are you alright?"
I was thankful that when I landed I was still pretty boneless; nothing except for my pride hurt too badly as I checked over myself to make sure that everything was in working order. My body still felt warm, my cheeks heated with more than just embarrassment. Ori's kind expression just waited for me to answer and I nodded slowly before trying to wipe myself off as best I could.
"What happened?" I asked the dwarf before he could walk away back to his own pony. He looked at me confused for a moment before glancing at Fili and Kili, "You fell off your pony."
"Obviously, but how?"
"We didn't even know you were sleepin'... Fili 'n Kili were talking to you and then-" Ori motioned with his hands from the horse to the ground and I nodded blearily in response.
"Trouble back there?"
Thorin's voice came like a caress along my arm from amidst the rain. Ori and I both looked to our stony leader and we both shook our heads, not wanting to cause a scene or anything. Thorin's hard gaze just passed from Ori to me before he nodded and turned his pony back around. "Move along, then."
As Ori scrambled back to his own pony, I saw Fili and Kili walk up to me, their hoods heavy with rain and looking entirely too pleased with themselves for something I had no clue about. The sudden thought that I said anything in my sleep instantly horrified me, the blush reddening on my cheeks even as they came to my side and patted me on the shoulder.
As they assured me that every dwarf from time to time would fall asleep and then fall off their ponies and that it was a perfectly natural occurrence, I tried to piece together what even happened on my end. Falling asleep while riding was not something that concerned me but to have such a dream was another matter altogether!
I was far from the age of a tween and to just have such a dream... I don't even think the sensations that I felt were even normal from one bed partner! The realization that I had a dream where I bedded multiple partners was almost enough to make me blush redder. Hobbits my age didn't have such wild dreams!
It wasn't like I was the hobbit lass the circle of wives gossiped about either! I was no Azaelia Bolger, who gloomily stared at married couples, her eyes heavy with unfilled desires! I was not unfulfilled in bodily desires, no not at all! I would have everyone know that before this adventure I was perfectly fine in the bedroom department; I was rather brilliantly skilled when it came to the application of fingers in solo performance!
Completely unaware of my internal monologue and just how improper it was, Fili and Kili rambled on about how they saw me fall and how I landed and oh, the look on my face. I should have seen it, they said, laughing hard again.
"Yeah yeah, I get it."
I grumbled, watching as Fili steadied Myrtle by her muzzle straps and waited for Kili to help me onto the tall pony. Kili's eyes positively gleamed at me as he cupped his hands and waited for me to step up into the saddle. The look instantly made me hold myself up straighter for I knew I recognized that glint in his eye! I was not so young a Hobbit that I hadn't recognized such a look in the eyes of my Took cousins, the sight of mischief brewing under the surface.
I huffed in annoyance for what Fili and Kili were planning for me (or for the part they probably played in my tumble) but as I went to get back into my saddle, I faltered a little when Kili lifted me up too quickly. Off balanced, I reached out for the nearest thing that seemed to be stable and found my fingers full of dark hair and a head pulled tight to my chest.
I didn't want to look down. I just wanted to get back onto my pony and curl up somewhere and die of mortification.
I didn't want to look down at all.
I relaxed almost the instant I smelled it, the rush of metal and wild and wet that I remembered so vividly from my dream. Kili was horridly still beneath me, held in place by my hands that still held tightly to his wet brunette locks. I felt my flush renew, heat exploding across my chest as I breathed in the intoxicating scent before I remembered myself and leaned away, releasing Kili's hair and setting my hands on his shoulders.
I looked down and saw the glint in his eye, the grin on his face and the red that painted across his own cheeks. "I did not-!" I protested but Kili was already thrusting me up, practically throwing me into the saddle so that I had to grab onto the saddle's horn so as not to fall again.
"Nope, of course not!"
He was gone from Myrtle's side within the moment, leaving only a confused Fili to look back and forth between the two of us before he too returned to his pony.
Soon enough we caught up with the company again and the brothers and I went back to talking about everything and nothing at all. They mostly spoke of their escapades when they were even younger and more wild than my Took cousins and I told them stories of Lobelia Sackville-Baggins.
As I listened to them tell me a story of how they were caught stealing bread from one of the bakeries, I found myself thinking about the earlier incident where I tumbled. The dream still made me flush at how vivid it had been but what Ori said wasn't lost on me. He hadn't known that I was sleeping because Fili and Kili were talking to me that entire time...
If I had been noticeably sleeping, how could they have been talking to me? Unless they were talking to me despite the fact that I was sleeping... but why would they want to do such a thing?