Author's Note:

Ack! I meant to have this combine with the next chapter but it ended up just kind of developing into the beast below and yeah... so, yeah... Basically, it's just me giving into my want for more Bagginshield while also bringing out more of Thorin's soft side. As a side note: Isn't it funny how when you write, the chapter seems longer than it really is?

I was grinning like a cat about to get a bowl of cream as I thought of what Thorin and I were about to do. I felt like a tween about to slip off behind my Dad's back to go and snog with the son of the butcher shop again. Except, of course, that this was no butcher's son; this was Thorin Oakenshield and he was something so much more removed from anything in the Shire.

First thing was first though, I had to leave the table.

I had to get Thorin's hand out from underneath my skirts and away from the fact that he was still stimulating me with those brilliant fingers of his. I had to get up even though I wanted nothing more than to just sit there and lean into that hand as he stroked and fondled, all too eager just to stay and continue this little game.

I coughed into my fist, setting my fork down and reaching back to make a show of cracking my back and looking satisfied by the dinner I ate. Food still remained but for once, I knew that Thorin would not nag at me to finish what was still present. Just as easily as I felt Thorin's hand creep up my skirt, I felt him pull back from me in a hurried motion, quick to snap back into his lap so that he would not be caught red handed when I got up.

As I rose from the table, Fili and Kili interrupted their animated conversation to see what I do doing. Their eyes stared at my face, wondering what was up because never before had I willingly left food on my plate. I wanted to let them know what was going on, wanted them to realize that I would be with Thorin should they want to get me for anything. I glanced at Thorin and then their faces, giving them a quick thumbs up. A gleeful smirk was all it took for the brothers to figure out what was happening and to respond in kind, a smile spread upon their cheeks and Fili giving me the thumbs up to go.

"Just a bit too stuffed for the moment. Too much lembas, I think!"

I rubbed my belly gratefully, rocking back on the heels of my feet, before I excused myself politely and quickly made my way back to the hallway where our company was sequestered away to.

My heart was racing in my chest, mad beats felt easily through the skin and then some. I was nervous and giddy with the anticipation of the moment when Thorin would round the corner and come walking towards me. I wanted to pace just to calm myself. I wanted to run down the hallway when I saw him and leap into his arms just to feel that power easily carrying me. My palms felt clammy even as I tried to relax myself, tried desperately to not seem like a nervous pure lass just about to lie with someone for the first time.

No, I would not run into arms that could so easily lift me and keep me close. I would stay composed, I would wait here at the door.

It was a few minutes later, my back against the hard wood of the door, when I felt my limits tested. My eyes saw the bit of movement first, a quick flash out of the corner of my eye, before I turned and saw how casually Thorin strolled down the hallway. He looked as if the hallway were his and everything residing inside something for him to command. A King, indeed, I mused.

When our eyes met, I saw his pace slow, his casual stroll of nonchalance now a predatory guide of feet that honed in on his target. His eyes focused on mine, watching my body as I leaned back into the hard surface behind me, already starting to lose my breath from the intensity that Thorin's gaze directed at me. How I wanted him. How I desired him. It felt unreal.

I watched as he slowly stalked towards me, coming closer and closer until he was before me and trapping me with a forearm against the door. Only a hair's breadth away from me, body pressed up against mine, I felt his heat through my many layers of clothing. Already he was hard underneath his jacket and heavy trousers, already I could feel it against my hip as he gave a short aborted rut before he stopped himself. He would not have it this way.

"Am I allowed to kiss you?"

He asked, his voice trailing down like fingers down my front, forcing a shudder to run through me even pressed so close to his front. His eyes watched me as I surrendered to his voice, a quick nod given as permission.

His kiss was gorgeous.

His lips were light against my own, descending on me slowly and with great care, sucking them into a small nip of a kiss before hovering just out of reach. His breath against my cheeks, unable to stop staring at those lips that I wanted to kiss me again already. I sighed into the second kiss, much like the first with a tentative connection of lips, my hands finding the lapels of his jacket and clutching onto the heavy fabric.

I heard felt a rumble of vibration in his chest, a sensation of bliss running up my thighs, before he was cupping my jaw and angling me up so that he could deepen our kiss. Thorin kissed so intimately, so eager to possess but entirely too much in control just to allow himself over to senseless passion.

"Inside. Now."

He growled out, a rush of his voice sending shivers down my arm before I fumbled for the door handle and opened it. I was frozen though, unable to move for want to not leave the warmth of his body, the shadow of his protective hold. His eyes were still on mine, reading me so thoroughly, I felt myself grow wet just from the lust and want that he shown me.

"Inside."

He repeated in a firm voice, a hint of a smile on his lips that made me snap out of my thoughts and nod in understanding. I took a much needed step back from his imposing figure, mesmerized by how he followed me inside the room in a languid way and then looked at me again so that I knew that I needed to take another step back. He couldn't very well just bowl me over in a rush to get by. I found myself giggling with the mental image of him trying to get by me through a doorway, only succeeding in losing that Kingly composure and little else. That moment of humor was all I needed to turn around and walk into the room that I had grown sort of accustomed to seeing, though aside from that one night I had never actually spent the night there again.

I didn't startle when I felt Thorin's hand on my lower back, kneading into the muscle there with a firm thumb, a scratchy press of lips on my shoulder that I wished desperately was bare.

"Bed."

I did not need to be told twice.

I eagerly crossed the room, heart heavy with excitement, and eager all the same.

He did not say that he wanted it that way but I knew what I wanted, and so as I crossed the room, I pulled button after button free, leaving a trail of clothing behind me for him to follow. By the time I was in front of his bed, I was only in my under shift and bloomers, the air cool against exposed skin now shining with a light glisten of sweat. I was eager. I was wanting. Oh, how I wanted.

I stood at the side of his bed, linens of the finest of quality pressing against the front of my legs. Thorin had not moved at all from where he stood at the door after having closed it; he was patiently waiting, patiently watching. I did not turn to face him, knew I did not need to in order to get my message across. I turned my head to the side and locked eyes with Thorin Oakenshield and grinned at him. A silent command of my own.

Come.

He followed the trail of clothing, each step bringing him closer to me, and each step finding an article of his own clothing joining one of my own. As I followed his approach, I felt my arousal grow heavy and needy, soaking the inside of my thighs. I yearned for that hidden body underneath all those layers.

When Thorin joined me at the side of his bed, he was just as covered and exposed as I was. His eyes radiated his need, stripping his emotional state bare before me, only to be recovered and kept at bay by the fact that he still wore his pants, boots and navy blue tunic. It would be his only protection just as mine would be. His hands touched me so firmly, palms sliding across hips and pulling me back so that he could rock his erection against my lower back. His lips found mine again, another kiss that ended with a hint of his tongue running along lips all too eager to surrender to him.

"Up."

I did not follow the command that slipped down my sides, shaky with how arousal betrayed him by leaving him without the firm tone of a command. Instead, I watched as he started to unravel from behind my shoulder, following the line of my body when I bent over the edge of the bed; my lower body never leaving the line of his and rubbing delicious friction against the bulge in his pants. I looked back at him and saw his eyes darkened with lust, his nostrils suck in a great breath.

He could not speak.

He did not need to.

I felt his hands as they trailed up the back of my thighs, blunt nails barely felt through the cotton fabric of my bloomers, before he squeezed the soft, plump flesh of my lower cheeks.

"Do you mean to entice me?"

My breath hitched as his voice rippled down my back like a trail of fingers, his heavy weight becoming apparent as he leaned over and covered my back with his front.

"I may have wanted that."

I replied playfully, a teasing grin on my lips as I felt his fingers at the laces of my bloomers, deftly pulling free the knots until they pooled down at my feet in a silent huff of fabric.

"Very well, I'll choose to indulge such behavior."

If the aim of Thorin were to indulge, he certainly knew how to do so. His voice was a treat to me, sliding across my body possessively while his fingers delved into the wet heat of my sex. I groaned under such ministrations, content to go lax in his strong hands that brought me to the brink of climax quickly but did not so easily let me tumble without some sort of denial.

Together, we played that game, the same as the one done during our first night together in Rivendell. He indulged me only when I relented, he consumed only when I couldn't stop fighting. Thorin was patient and would not allow himself to fall.

"Up."

A sharp hint of touch on my back, I obeyed his voice without thought, realizing only when I stared at him that he was proud of how much I unraveled underneath his fingers. I watched him come not straight to the bed but instead, go to where his pack lie near the side of the desk where he could be found from time to time writing. I was curious, wanting to know what he was searching for in his possessions, surprised to see him pull out a tiny rectangular box that was small and well cared for. Easily it fit between the length of his two hands.

When he came back over to the bed, he said nothing at all of what he grabbed from his pack, only setting down the box on the bed nearby and crawling over to me to cover me again with his body. My thoughts about the box were stolen away by kisses, by the need to feel his lips against mine that did not feel the need for a delving tongue to properly express how deeply he wanted me.

His hands were pushing me up, pulling me backwards by gentle insistence that I instantly knew to scramble up the bed until I felt the mountain of pillows behind us. As I shifted comfortably into place, his body between my thighs, I felt the scratch of his beard against my sensitive skin, a kiss sucked into a collarbone, a hint of teeth on my neck. He grabbed me in his firm hands, strength coiled ready for action and in the next moment, I was gasping and having to readjust with not only Thorin Oakenshield in between my thighs but also underneath me.

I was on top.

I had never been on top before.

I tensed with the reality that I was in unfamiliar territory and made to be the lead.

Thorin instantly saw it and firmly gripped my hips, "Relax."

I relaxed, a flutter of breath escaping my mouth when his voice rolled over me.

"Breathe deeply."

I sucked in a breath of air, slowly breathing it back out.

"Just let yourself feel me."

Thorin's voice traced patterns of affection down my arms, his body underneath me hard with muscle hidden by the layers he still wore. He asked me to feel him. I wanted to feel the texture of his roughened clothes against my skin without the interruption of my own clothes.

"Can I take off my shift?"

I asked, voice shaky as he rocked his hardness into me from below, easing his hands so that I would roll into it and push down to create a friction we both could enjoy.

"Slowly."

There was not much to the under shift that I wore underneath my clothes, being little more than one piece of chemise and a ribbon but I untied the soft thin string of fabric slowly, letting it fall against my chest. I met Thorin's eyes, glazed over with lust and darkened with need. Pupils blown wide. Again he rocked up; again, I rolled down, gasping when a hiss of his own breath came to my ears.

Slowly, I watched him as he watched me, my arms pulling the ends of my shift over my stomach, out from my shoulders, and finally away from my head. Thorin below me was breathing heavily, his lips parted so that he could suck in air. A groan captured by my mouth when I stole a kiss from him, relishing the feel of the rough cotton rubbing against my skin in such a tantalizing way.

With my body bare before him and on top of him, Thorin had all the control one would not expect from someone who was on the bottom of such a position. I had been in his place before with Fili and felt not a hint of the control that he commanded from below me. I was on top, able to move him as I pleased and yet, I was helpless above him. Thorin leaned up to capture my lips again, breathing in the scent of my neck when he pulled away.

His hand was gripping my wrist. My hand was clutching the edge of a pillow high behind us.

"Feel me."

He breathed into my ear, sensation ghosting over my spine so that I was helpless against the shudder that ran through my body. He breathed deeply, rocking up into the joint of my legs. I felt the insistent press of his hard cock still confined in pants, the heat of his hips allowing to be trapped by my thighs. I gasped when the rough texture of his tunic teased my perked nipples, breasts brushing against the fabric when he breathed in too deeply and I caved into his body. The firm grip on my wrist, a roughened thumb stroking along the thin skin of my wrist. I moaned, gasping his name.

"Tell me what you want."

His physical fingers trailed a leisure line up my spine, making me tremble in pleasure because of how the sensation behind his voice followed his exact pace. Fingers tracing over ghost fingers.

It was too much.
How did he know my body so well?

"I want to pleasure you."

I moaned, biting into the strong line of his neck even as I ground against the bulge in his trousers. Beneath me, Thorin's eyes darkened even further, his face contorted with a desire that I had not known before. He licked his lips before I felt him release my wrist and move to sit up.

My eyes followed the movement of his arm, reaching out for the box on the bed, and reacting when I felt his hand gently pressure me to move back from him. I did so awkwardly, kneeling down between his legs. My breath caught as I devoured the sight of him undoing his trousers, pulling free a leaking cock that was ready and eager for whatever I had in mind.

"Have you ever done such a thing before?"

His voice was calm as he asked, only wanting to know how much he would need to instruct if I were truly set on doing such a thing. I shook my head with the negative for I had never pleasured a man with my mouth before, but I was more than willing to try if Thorin were willing to teach. Thorin nodded quickly, not seeming to mind my lack of experience in this area, and unlatched the cover of the box and pulled out something that I was not familiar with at all. I stared at the object, its look like a glove made of a shear material. At the base, a simple ribbon. He caught my confused stare, looking at me quizzically, "Have you never seen such a thing before?"

I shook my head, confusion rendering me silent.

Thorin gently smiled at me before he adjusted himself for comfort and started to sheathe his cock with the device. My eyes widened in surprise, not even thinking for a moment that it could have been used in such a way.

"What is it?"

My voice was hardly even a whisper, my desire still just boiling under the surface.

"It is mainly used in the villages of men; its use being that of the prevention of pregnancy. Do the halflings not bother with such things?"

I shook my head, knowing that if such a thing came to the Shire, many of the lasses there would probably never want to ever stop using them. Some had as many as seven children because of such a device not being present.

"You are worried about such things?"

I asked him, curious to know more about him and also if he made a habit of lying with other women.

Thorin correctly guessed my meaning behind such a question and stroked my cheek with the back of his knuckles, "The villages are not always the cleanest of places. Many times I have heard tales of the discomforts men suffered," He leaned forward to kiss my forehead in a gesture I knew by now that all the Durin's used to comfort me rather than allow me to fret and worry, "It is wise to always be cautious."

He softly smiled at me and directed his gaze downward, quickly tying off the ends of the device and spreading his legs further so that I could come closer.

"Take it as slow as you'd like. Do not feel the need to rush."

A soothing press of fingers along my spine, his eyes watching me as I gained the courage necessary to dip my head down between his legs.

"Start by licking."

That same smoothing sensation. I started to lick, grimacing a little at the taste before I slowly got used to it. Thorin's hand came down to squeeze a little at the base of his cock, a soft groan coming from above me. "That's it. Lick the head," He hissed in pleasure from the slide of my tongue against the head of his leaking cock, "Tease a little, that's right. Good girl."

His voice shuddered down my body; I grew bolder, licking down the shaft of his heavy cock, enjoying the grunts and sharp puffs of sound that Thorin made above me out of sight.

"Use your hand too, yes, that's it. It feels better when stimulation is along the entire length."

I was firm in my strokes, becoming more brave and sucking on the head, tracing the contours of his sheathed cock with my tongue, licking the underside of the head. A sharp hiss of breath from Thorin and he was starting to fidget.

"Suck me."

I took Thorin into my mouth, flinching back in surprise when his hips bucked up. I saw his hand grip into the sheets, the other wrap itself into the curls of my hair. "Suck, yes, that's good. Hollow out your cheeks."

I followed his instruction, sucking on him as far as I could, careful not to take it too far from what I was comfortable with. I chanced a look up at Thorin, a wave of arousal ripping through my body when I did so. His eyes were staring at me, blown so wide with lust that I felt myself lose whatever control I might have had. I sucked him in deeper, my tongue sliding along his length as I pulled out. My fingers stroking him. His face looked ruin, so utterly uncontrolled that it was intoxicating. I did not care anymore for my own pleasure, my own release. I wanted to bring Thorin his. I wanted to be the cause of it.

I sucked him gladly, a moan escaping from my mouth stretched wide around his cock, a sensation that had him moaning above me. All around us, sensations were dancing. Thorin's hard length twitching in my warm mouth, the feel of him in my hand, the sensation of his voice ghosting all around me, desperate to possess and touch.

I watched him unravel above me, his face so controlled before slowly coming undone with each suck, with each tug, with each lick. I had an urge. He hadn't mentioned it in his instruction but I adjusted my arm so that I could palm the heavy sack, my eyes locking onto his face when I saw how it made him shudder and tremble.

Now I saw that he was beneath me, the control finally shifted. Above and beneath me all at once.

He cursed in some guttural language, his fingers gripping into the soft curls of my hair before his hips stuttered and I sucked one last time. He pulled away from me then, his hand stroking with expert efficiency as he came into the device, his release being brought along by me and stroked out by his own fist.

Thorin's face made my throat dry the moment he came. Ruined and flushed, all solemnity and need to hide emotions completely abandoned by the force of his release. I was so irretrievably lost while in his presence.

He was slow to come down, body twitching and shuddering from his exertion until finally he breathed out harshly, leaning back into the pile of pillows and looking at me as if I were something new and strange. He smiled, not believing anything he was seeing, and chuckled.

"Give me a moment."

I nodded, contented by the sight he made as he removed the device and cleaned himself in a familiar way. I did not worry about my own climax. Watching Thorin had been enough to quench any desire. I looked around the room, noticing for the first time that the light from the sun was low in the sky, bathing the room in a dark orange glow.

How the time flied when one did such activities. I sighed, knowing that I would have to get back to my room so that the brothers and I could do as we planned earlier.

"What's wrong?"

Thorin's voice was calm again, coming back to sit on the bed and look me over, wanting to see what was wrong, if anything. He also looked at me because he knew I hadn't found my own release and he did not want to seem inconsiderate. He saw my eyes, my body language, and relaxed into the pillows. When he held out his arms for me to crawl into, I gladly did so, burying my face into the crook of his shoulder and neck, breathing in the scent that was Thorin Oakenshield.

"Nothing, just have plans with the brothers tonight, is all."

Thorin nodded without missing a beat. No hesitation, no flinch of his fingers, no hint of jealousy. He just nodded and stroked along the back of my neck with thick fingers, gentleness hiding that they could were also made for battle.

I felt myself grow bold.

"You can join us, if you'd like?"

Thorin's eyes opened and found mine, scanning the depths for what the question meant and what exactly I wished to get out of it. It was exactly as I stated though; I wanted him to come over and join us for my other lesson, another way to share in the affection that I was growing into with the line of Durin.

He chuckled, "I'm not so young as that anymore. Feel free to go without me this time."

This time. This time.

The words repeated themselves in my head, a grin coming to my features too quickly for me to hide. This time. There would be a chance that I could ask Thorin again in the future, another moment where he would be wanting to join in the brothers and I. It rose questions and desires in me. I wanted him now. I wanted to respect his wish. I wanted to show him that I understood. I wanted to whine to get him to come over anyway, even if just as a spectator. I wanted. I wanted.

"Relax."

Thorin breathed into my ear, the soothing press of his voice down my back and making me relax into his arms. I smiled at how well he knew my body, how interested he was to even learn it in the first place. I was excited for the prospect of what was to come between the brothers and I, excited even for the idea of dinner coming up shortly.

For now though, I was content just to relax in Thorin's arms.

For those who are curious, the condom that Thorin used is very real and very much interesting.

Condoms were used as early as Ancient Rome, mostly made out of a linen. For the purposes of this story, I went with the 18th century condom made of sheep's intestine. They were usually expensive to make, reusable (though you really shouldn't have done so) and yeah, pretty awesome in appearance. They basically tied onto the base of the penis with a tiny pink ribbon and were tan in color.

They were effective in preventing pregnancy but not the passing of STD's. Thorin basically uses it around Middle-Earth because he doesn't want any illegitimate children and he doesn't want to get any strange critters. He's heard way too many stories about things that make men itch from unclean women.