Chapter 7: Pillow Talk
Tauriel
Kili crawled his way up her body looking almost as pleased and satisfied with himself as she felt. It was amazing what a few orgasms would do to erase so much of the self-consciousness she'd felt not but a few minutes ago. A little laugh slipped out before she could think to stop it. Kili joined, chuckling before he leaned down, cupped her jaw, and gave her a deep, probing kiss. His tongue met hers, stroking in a sensual way that wasn't at all unlike what he'd just been doing to her sex not seconds ago. Oh my god, she thought, He's kissing me after kissing me…there. I can taste myself….she kissed him back slowly, unsure what to think.
Kili pulled away, his dark eyes searching hers in the dim light as he sensed her trepidation. "What?"
Shaking her head, she licked her lips and tried not to blush. "I…I was surprised you kissed me, that's all. I can…taste myself on you."
"Erotic, isn't it?" he laughed. He seemed to think better of it, for he looked like a kicked puppy suddenly. "I mean…you don't mind, do ye?"
"No, I just…that's a first."
Kili frowned. "A guy hasn't kissed ye after letting ye cum on his tongue?" he asked in a joking manner. Tauriel looked away, shaking her head.
"No," she said softly. A slightly awkward silence settled over the room as she once again realized how painfully vanilla the sex she'd had in the past apparently was. Even the little things Kili did, like boldly making her watch him go down on her and kissing her to boldly just moments ago made her realize he had no reservations about sex. For what felt like the millionth time that day, she wished she could be the same way about it. He'd obviously had his share of practice. Not that she could blame the other women who'd been in his bed. She was pretty sure Kili would be playing the main character in any sex-related fantasy she would be having from now on with his wild, dark hair, his muscled, tattooed body, and glinting dark eyes that were both equally brooding and playful. And the determination he'd shown between her legs had paid off – she didn't think she'd ever come that hard in her entire sexual experience. She glanced over at him, unsure of what to do next.
He was leaning against the headboard beside her, his chest still rising and falling from his efforts. His eyes met hers and he gave her a smile that made her legs want to clench and her insides turn to molten lava. Rising up, she sat on her knees and reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs and started pulling them down. Reaching out, he stilled her hand, stopping her.
"You in a rush?" he chuckled.
"N-no, I just thought you'd…."
"I bout came in my drawers a few minutes ago," he guffawed. "I'm okay. Just relax for a second and enjoy. 'fraid if we did it now it'd last about, oh, fifteen seconds. We're not in a hurry, unless you want me to take you home tonight? I figured we'd just crash here…" he leaned further back on the pillows where she'd been, stretching out behind her like a satisfied cat.
"That's fine," she said quickly, shaking her head. A few pieces of her loosened hair fell in her eyes before Kili reached over, picking up a strand of her long hair and twisting it around his finger. The strands were curling from the humidity in the summer air and rather disheveled from earlier. Slowly, he caught her gaze and tucked the loose piece behind her ear.
"Do you want me to take you home?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. His dark eyes searched hers. "I would, if that's what you wanted."
Tauriel shook her head. "Home isn't the best place right now, but I want to stay here with you if that's quite alright," she said quietly.
He nodded. "I get that. I know we just met but…do you want to talk about it?"
Tauriel bristled, licking her lips. Where did she start? That her father loved her, but that love had warped over the years since her mother died into an obsessive need to control her every move? To never trust her to grow up, or make her own decisions about what to wear, who to date, or what to do with her life? She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a civil relationship with her father, much less a conversation. It seemed like all they did was snipe at each other quietly in public and scream at each other at home. She'd gone her entire life having to behave and do what everyone expected of her and she simply felt like she'd finally just snapped. It was like she'd had more than she could take and it had driven her to be completely reckless. Granted, it wasn't a decision she particularly regretted at the moment, but who knew how she'd feel about it in the morning? No, she decided quickly, she would never regret her night with Kili.
"I told you I fought with my dad earlier, right?"
He nodded, shifting over on the pillows to gently pull her back against him. Even though she barely knew him, it was easier than she would have thought to relax back into his arms and lean on his chest. He played with her hair as she spoke, twisting the long strands in his fingers, just listening.
"Well…I graduated from college last month and he's practically planned everything out for me. What I should do with my life, where I should live, and who I should marry."
"Marry?"
She nodded. "He wants me to end up with a family friend. A guy I had a crush on for years but never paid me any attention."
"He sounds daft if you ask me. How did he not notice you?"
"He was…older. By the time I got to college, well…he noticed me. But I wasn't interested. Now that I'm of 'marrying age', my father puts it, he thinks I need to settle down and get married to him."
"Sooo…would your father be rather upset to find you here?" he asked, lightly grazing his fingertip down her arm.
She shivered and laughed. "Yes, he would be quite angry with me. Not that I care. He came to the place I work the other day and completely humiliated me by basically telling me it was a dead end job. Then when I got home after my shift we got into a huge fight about where my life is going and just….how I'm utterly failing him as a daughter."
"I know he's yer dad and all, but what a prick! He must think he's someone pretty important to go 'round tellin' people their work is shit."
"I agree. I love the bookshop. It's just this….escape. I worked there all through school and now I'm almost full time. I organize books and make tea for people and in my spare time, I can read anything I want. I get first crack at all the new books we get in. I guess I just watched him go to work every day and come home so….tired looking. He looked emotionally drained from the work he did and I didn't want to feel like that. My job gives me peace and I'm passionate about it."
"I say if you can find something you love to do day in and day out and not hate it when it's over, you've got a good thing goin'. Do you love it?"
"I do. I don't want to quit," she said slowly, "And I don't want to marry Legolas."
"Legolas? You were upset that a guy named Leg-o-lass wouldn't pay attention to ye?" he mocked, dragging out the syllables to his name.
"Whatever you say, Kili," she laughed, poking his side.
He snorted, pretending to be hurt. "It's short for Killian, if ye must know, but point taken," he grumbled. "So that's why a girl like you came to a seedy place the Prancing Pony. You really did want to get even with daddy. Let me guess – you saw how it worked out for yer girl Sigrid and you wanted to give it a go. And now here you are, in a biker's bed," he chuckled. "You don't do anything halfway, do ye? Picking a biker ye barely know for yer first one night stand. Did you think that was a good place to start?"
She turned to look at him. "How do you know I haven't done this before? I mean…hooking up?"
He narrowed his eyes at her and gave her a look that clearly told her he didn't buy it.
"Fine," she sighed, facing forward again. "I'm horrible at this," she covered her eyes with her hand and groaned. "I'm so sorry. I feel…like an idiot. I've only ever slept with boyfriends, and those boyfriends were all three guys I'd known before dating. Things were just….very…."
"Boring?" he asked, his fingers gripping her hip suggestively.
She giggled. "Maybe. I'm obvious, I get it. Lack of planning and preparation on my part I guess you could say. You're just….different. Nothing wrong with it, I think….I think I needed it," she softened, looking over at him. Kili stared back at her, his dark eyes wide and waiting. "These last few years have been stifling. I haven't felt like myself lately, just…like I'm drifting. Being here, with you….I feel like I'm coming alive again. So thank you."
With that, she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. Kili responded, his free hand coming up to cup her cheek and open her jaw to him. His tongue lazily tasted hers, gently caressing it as he had done to her sex. She clenched her legs and moaned against his lips. His gaze had darkened slightly as he pulled away and looked at her.
"As fun as it would be to continue this, you should know I don't expect anything from you Tauriel. You needed an escape, and….I get that."
She frowned, turning in his arms to lean up on her elbow, her eyes searching his face. He looked back at her with an innocent stare that was almost boyish in a way, as if he was daring her to call his bluff. But he wasn't – bluffing, that is. She could see it in the dark depths of his gentle gaze. He was kind, this man.
"I'm sorry about all this."
"About what?"
"Me. Dragging you here. Not having a real clue why or knowing what I'm doing. Did you expect me to be….different? Less inhibited?"
Kili guffawed suddenly, making her jump. "Tauriel, I thought I was out for a pint with my friends tonight and that was it. Then you bumped into me and turned my world upside down with your smile and that hair an'…." He paused, looking over at her. "I wasn't expectin' nothin' from ye, honest. Girls like you don't normally give guys like me a second look, or…or the time'o day!" he sighed, his smile fading slightly. "I learned years ago not to let that sort of stuff bother me. Their loss. But I wasn't expectin anything from ya, Tauriel. I swear it. I mean, I wasn't about to turn it down if you were offering it, but….like I said; most girls like you wouldn't give me another look. If I'm bein' honest, no warm-blooded straight man would turn a girl like yer'self down," he said, poking her side playfully. Tauriel laughed and turned on the pillows to look at him. Kili stared back at her with wide, unassuming eyes.
"I sort of thought the same of you. That you might not even talk to me. Especially after I insulted your bother by basically insinuating he was a gigolo."
"Water under the bridge. I really didn't know what to expect, but that didn't bother me."
Tauriel covered her hand with her eyes for a moment before waving it in the air as she spoke. "I don't know what I was thinking, honestly. I…I'm sorry if you expected something else, I just…" she trailed off, already feeling more asinine than she had a few moments ago. He'd gone down on her (and done a damn good job of it) and neither one of them had known what to expect. She'd never been that open and free and loud, apparently, with someone she'd just met, and he obviously had no qualms about much of anything. His blaze attitude about this whole hookup thing made her entirely too frustrated herself that she couldn't simply let go and be the same way. Sigrid obviously had, and it had done her nothing but good.
He took the hand she was waving in the air and brought it to his lips, kissing is softly. "Firstly, stop yer apologizing for not being as experienced. Nothin' wrong with bein' a selective sort. I never had any problem with choosy girls – was a blow to my ego when I didn't make the cut and get an invite to their beds, but that's a lesson every lad has to learn I guess. So yer selective – so what? Makes the few blokes who do make it into bed with you feel honored," he grinned, kissing her hand again. "But there wouldn't be anything wrong with ye if ye did do this all the time. Guys do it – I grew up with that culture. People weren't shy about sex and who was 'avin it with who. Where I come from, nothin' wrong with a girl who knows what she wants and takes it. It might be from a few different guys, or a lot of different guys. But there's nothin' wrong with ye either way, Tauriel. Ye got nothin' to be sorry for. In case ye haven't noticed, I tend to just roll with the punches."
Her heart swelled slightly at his words. He was kind. He'd given her at least three outs so far and made her feel not so much like a fool for what she'd done that night. No, she didn't feel foolish, she realized. She was a little embarrassed but she still felt…sexy. Desirable. So far just a few hours with Kili had changed the way she saw herself. There had been no hesitation in his eyes as he'd dove between her legs and doing everything he could to bring her to climax all over his tongue. Just the thought of it made her feel an internal lust bloom within her that she didn't know existed.
"I could use a little of that in my life."
He watched her for a moment, a slow smile creeping onto his features. He squeezed her hand in his. "Sex, or rollin' with the punches?"
She snorted. "Both, I guess. But it looks like I've sort of ruined that particular opportunity tonight."
Kili pulled on her hand until she looked at him. "What makes you say that?"
"I just thought that…well, that all my talking would have ruined this. How could you want me now that I've told you all that? I unloaded on you, Kili. None of that was even remotely sexy. Do most women come to your bedroom and…and complain about their fathers and talk about all of their problems?"
Kili rolled over to face her better, his fingertips brushing against her lips. "Enough o' that. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I can chatter on about anything to anyone who will listen. Other than callin me dumbarse, the only thing my uncle says most to me is, "Christ, shut up Kili!' he chuckled. "I can talk a fair bit myself is what I'm sayin'. And I had nothin against listen to you talk about your life. But you didn't spoil anything for me, Tauriel. We can do whatever you want to do. If you want to just talk, we can talk. If you want me to take you home, then I'll hop on my bike and I'll take you home. If you want to stay here with me and…well, not talk, then I can do that too."
"Really?" she asked, her heart starting to pound. She most certainly didn't want to go home, and she didn't want to waste any more time in this sweet, gorgeous looking man's bed just talking.
He smirked and playfully bit his lip, nodding at her. "I'm good to go with about a thirty second notice, just an FYI," he chuckled kissing her hand again. "And if you kiss me and maybe take your hair down from that ponytail, I could probably go all night," he replied, his tone suddenly serious. Tauriel watched his gaze go from playful and sweet to dark and practically ravenous. She looked at him skeptically, but there was no question or flicker of doubt on his dark features. Holding his gaze, she rolled onto her side and turned towards him to cup his cheek. Kili's darkening eyes and sinfully perfect mouth was the last thing she saw before pressing her mouth to his in a deep, searing kiss. His tongue met hers and they mingled together so slowly and sensually she thought the lust within her would cause her to burst if she didn't act on it soon. She broke away and gave him the words in case there was a flicker of doubt in his mind what she wanted.
"I want to stay."
I wanted to give these two a chance to talk a bit before Tauriel just went all the way with him. While I think her adrenaline and curiosity (and sex drive) can take her so far, I think realistically she would pause and almost talk herself out of it. When I originally outlined this story they didn't actually go all the way on the first night together, but now that we are at this point in the story I think it would feel wrong for them to actually not go through with it. Thoughts?
Thank you for reading - so glad with the feedback from that last chapter! I tried to make it hot ; )
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