Chapter 9: How Sweet It Is

Tauriel

After it was over, she found herself inexplicably wrought with emotion. It bubbled up inside of her, threatening to make her burst into tears, but she refused. That would just make her look crazy. Instead, she held Kili against her and swallowed the raw feelings as he hugged her back without question, holding her against his chest as their breathing returned to normal.

Somehow, they'd found each other. She'd wandered into a seedy bar with Sigrid and randomly bumped into a man that had turned her entire world upside down in just a matter of hours. And he was just what she needed. He'd had questions for her, but she didn't feel like he was questioning her or judging her like most people probably would have. Instead, he'd opened up to her, shared a bit about himself, and just let her talk while he'd listened. Her world was slowly crumbling down around her – she no longer had the freedoms of college after moving back home, and there it felt like the pressures of everything were closing down around her; her father, Legolas, her future…it was all so much do deal with and she'd sought out Kili as an escape.

He suddenly felt like the first breath of air after being held under water for too long.

Tauriel loosened her grip on his firm, sweat-slicked body and gulped in a breath of air in hopes she could still salvage some enjoyment from what had just happened instead over analyzing everything in her head.

Kili's head dropped onto her shoulder as he gave a heavy exhale. Tauriel stared up at the ceiling, still reeling from the second – no, third – climax of the evening. Her eyes went slightly hazy as she fought to remember each one. The night was quickly blurring into one, blissful, sexy haze that she never wanted to forget.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice muffled against her shoulder. She could only nod.

Lifting his head, Kili caught her gaze in the dim light. "You're gorgeous, but you're feckin' exquisite when you come," he chuckled softly, affectionately bumping his nose against hers. Her heart warmed at the affection he so easily gave to her after knowing her only a few hours. He seemed almost like a puppy – so ready to give her warmth and fondness at the faintest little look, not expecting anything else in return but a little attention.

"Thanks?"

Kili laughed again, pausing to groan as he softening body pulled from hers. The loss was instant; she felt like she was crazy, but she already missed him.

"I gotta clean up," he muttered, motioning downwards to the soiled condom. "Stay?"

She nodded. "I'll stay."

Seeming satisfied with her answer, Kili gave her a deep but short kiss on the mouth, groaning into it before pulling away. "Be right back."

Hopping up, he practically bounced from the rumpled bed and fished around on the floor for his underwear. Averting her eyes, she sat up in the rumpled bed and tried her best to rearrange the tangled mess of sheets before realizing they'd kicked the comforter entirely on the floor. Kili pulled his boxer briefs back on and gave her a sheepish grin as he gingerly picked it up and tossed it over the mattress into some semblance of order.

"We made a mess of it, didn't we?" he snorted. "Bathroom is right here, if ye need it," he said, flipping on a light. Tauriel turned her head and peeked past a dresser to a surprisingly modern looking master bathroom. Kili reached down into a basket of messily folded clothes and tossed her something. "Don't want ye to get cold. Put this on if you want. I keep the house pretty chilly at night."

Tauriel caught the hastily-folded t-shirt in her hands as Kili did what could only be described as a strut out of the bedroom. Some clanging could be heard in the kitchen, but she ignored it and simply leaned back on the pillows, burrowing into the blankets. The air conditioning was thoroughly cranked, giving the room a cool breeze every few minutes and her skin had broken out in goosebumps. A small smile crept onto her lips when she realized she wouldn't be depending on her own warmth that night; Kili would soon return and she would be sharing the bed with him. A tiny thrill shot up her spine at the thought of spending an entire night wound together beneath his covers, away from the rest of the world. She'd have to return to her own world soon enough, but tonight, she would take what she could get.

Holding up the shirt, she was able to make out the outline of a motorcycle and the worlds 'Dirty Dozen'. Is that the name of their club, she wondered? Kili's name was printed on the sleeve, and across the back was the name Oakenshield emblazoned in worn, white letters. It had a few holes in it but was obviously well-worn and loved. She slipped it on and welcomed the way it instantly warmed her and surrounded her with the scent she'd come to associate with Kili – it was a masculine scent that was a tad spicy with notes of sandalwood and dryer sheets.

He rides a loud motorcycle, belongs to a club, and has more tattoos than I've ever seen, but he uses dryer sheets to make his clothes soft. Tauriel just shook her head.

Kili soon returned, his hands full of two glasses and a bottle of water, Warg trailing behind him with his toe-nails clacking on the hardwood. The mutt gave Tauriel a glance and a tail wag before settling onto the rug at the foot of the bed.

"For you," he said, offering the bottle of water. Sitting up, she accepted it eagerly and wasted no time gulping half of it down. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until the water hit her tongue.

"You want some?" she offered.

Kili held the two glasses together with one hand while accepting the bottle and draining it without preamble. Even though they'd just shared something quite intimate, she was surprised how easily he accepted the bottle she'd just been drinking from. He's just so open and free, she thought. He didn't overanalyze anything or appear to take anything too seriously, and she found that she envied his state of mind a little. Kili carefully balanced the glasses before sliding back into the bed. He handed her one and she realized it was a small, smooth highball glass with a good portion of brown liquid in it. Sitting up, she turned the glass in her hand and examined it as Kili scooted his way into bed next to her, extending his arm to wrap around her shoulders.

"That's Connemara," he said, as if it explained everything. She glanced over her shoulder at him blankly, squinting at him.

"It's what?"

Kili tried and failed to bite back a laugh. "Whiskey. You just bedded an Irishman, the next step is to have the finest Irish whiskey there is to at least make yourself feel better," he joked in a self-deprecating way.

"I feel just fine, thank you very much," she laughed, shaking her head at him.

Kili's arm settled around her shoulders, his fingertips stroking her arm as he took a short sip of his own. He exhaled slowly, the sharp notes of smokiness hitting her nose within seconds. He chuckled, bumping his head with hers.

"Ye look good in that shirt. Maybe we'll make a biker chick out of you yet, Tauriel."

"I bet," she smirked, swirling the liquid in the glass.

"Ye don't have to drink it, I just thought I'd share it. I have to hide it from my brother and the rest of the family, but you I'd actually fancy sharing it with."

Tauriel smiled, taking a hesitant sip. She wasn't much of a drinker, but this seemed important to him so she'd indulge him, just like she had with the bike. The rich, smoky taste on her tongue was initially smooth, but sharpened slightly as she sipped. It tingled on top of her tongue as she tasted it, trying to determine the flavor. The liquid slid down her throat easily, warming as it went.

Exhaling, she tasted the smooth yet heady notes of honey and molasses mixed with the smokiness she'd smelled when he'd sipped it. It was strange, really – it felt as though she could feel it making its way down her throat and into her stomach, warming her from within just as Kili had. If anything, she appreciated the way it made her feel as it seemed to seep into her veins.

"I like it," she sighed, swirling it around in her glass again. It was clearly thick and heavy, the liquid briefly coating the sides before seeping downwards. Tilting her head on his arm, she offered him a drowsy smile. Kili sipped his own again, grinning.

"I hoped you would. Went back to Dublin last fall to visit my grams and managed to pick up two bottles of it. Taste better over there, if ye ask me. Finest they have, er at least that's my opinion. First bottle was gone in a month, but this one I've been rationing," he chuckled.

She frowned slightly, tilting the glass again.

"You didn't have to give me any. To be honest, this is the first time I've ever sipped whiskey neat."

Kili leaned over, clinking his glass with hers. "First Irishman, first Irish whiskey. I have to hand it to ye Tauriel, when you put your mind to stepping outside your comfort zone, you really do it up well."

"I do. Thank you for introducing me to each of them, really."

Kili snorted at her humor and nodded before taking another long sip of his glass. The room was quiet, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, she realized. The air conditioning kicked back on and Warg sighed from the floor, but they were otherwise quiet for a few minutes, just sipping their drinks and enjoying the peace. Kili's hand began to wander up her arm and over her shoulder before picking up a long, wavy strand of her hair. He twisted it between his fingers, gently tugging in a way that made her eyes drift closed in pleasure.

"This hair…" he mused, twisting another strand of it.

"It's too long, I know."

"No, it's gorgeous. I never understood how girls could grow it so long and make it look good. Mine is long but just looks like shite all the time."

"It's a gift, I guess," she sighed. She turned her head and looked at his unruly waves that were now sticking up in every direction. He blew a curl out of his eyes and chuckled.

"Every time I see my mum she gripes at me to cut mine, but I can't make myself do it. I'm too impatient to grow it any longer, like my uncle's, but I'm not brave enough to cut it off. I can't be lookin' too square."

"I want to cut all mine off. Just something right at my shoulders, easy to take care of and easy to maintain."

He tilted his head. "You're sure?"

"More than anything."

"You should do it," he sighed, still running his fingers through her hair. "You're one of those girls that would look good with it any which way. Why don't you do it?"

"My dad," she muttered sullenly. "He'd have a conniption if I cut it off. He thinks ladies should keep their hair long, me included. I try not to get too upset with him…he can't help it. My mother, she….she had long, red hair. She always kept it so shiny and pretty and perfectly curled. When I was little, she used to let me brush it," she smiled, a memory from long ago clouding her vision.

She could remember the way she would sit behind her mother on her parents' bed, running the silver brush through her long waves. Swallowing back her hurt, she realized he'd paused his ministrations, a lock of hair still dangling in his fingertips. He met her gaze and offered her a kind smile.

"How long has she been gone?" His question lingered in the air for a moment. Tauriel held her breath. It had been years ago but still the pain of losing her forever still ached like it was just yesterday. She supposed that was why so much of her life had been spent with her nose in a book, or another world as far as she was concerned. If she never stopped reading, never paused, she wouldn't have to be still enough to remember her pain. In a book, her heart could temporarily forget the anguish of living her life without her mother by her side.

"How did you know?" she asked slowly. She hadn't told him her mother was gone.

How did he know? Kili's eyes held hers in the dim light, a sad smile forming on his lips. He licked them before taking another long drink of his whiskey.

"Let's just say I can recognize the way the light leaves someone's eyes when they talk about a parent who left them too soon." "You too?" He nodded. "Our da was killed when I was just a kid. Fili remembers him more, but I….don't….sometimes," he said slowly, the hurt lacing his words. "I'm jealous of him to be honest. When he talks about him or tells me I make a face he used to make. I wish I'd known him well enough to know what kind of faces he used to make. I'll never know though."

Tauriel knew from experience that there was nothing she could say to him that would ease his pain, so she opted instead for, "I'm sorry."

"Me too. That kinda hurt….never goes away, you know? It just has this way of…lingering with you," he sighed. "It's with you everywhere you go, always there beneath the surface….But that was years ago. Fili and I got on well enough with my uncle around and all his club mates. Mom threw herself into working two jobs to keep us afloat and I guess that's why my mum was alright with me and Fili hanging out with our uncle and his club. He kept us out of trouble…well…for the most part. My juvie record wasn't exactly pristine, but…."

"You hung out with them as kids?"

"Yeh!" he laughed, his face suddenly jovial again. His arm tightened around her shoulders and she felt his feet wiggle against hers beneath the sheets. The warmth radiating from him made her want to stay there for much longer than one night.

"My da was a biker, his da was a biker back in Ireland, and my mother obviously came from a biker family, what with a brother like Thorin. It worked out alright though. That man practically raised us. He'd pick us up from school and take us to the shop and we'd watch Balin and Dwalin work on these old, classic, just tricked out bikes," he chuckled, shaking his head at the memory.

"I think I've spent more time in that old shop than I did in my house. I loved it though. Used to do my homework while I watched the guys who worked there do whatever they did; custom paint jobs, working on chrome, rebuilding engines…it wasn't all bad," he added with a lilting tone.

"That actually sounds kinda….amazing. You must have learned a lot."

"I did."

"So why don't you work as a mechanic?"

Kili barked out a laugh. "Did you just see all my tattoos and leather and automatically assume I was a mechanic 'er somethin'?" he chuckled. "You know, business men can have tattoos and long hair and wear leathers on the weekends, Tauriel."

She snorted and covered her eyes.

"I'm sorry. But you don't look like….like…."

"Eh, eh, I git what yer sayin'," he chuckled. Tauriel turned over onto her side, reaching over to lightly trace the dark lines of tattoo ink on his chest. She wondered for the second time that night what each of them meant, but reminded herself that a tattoo could be an artful, outside display of an internal, private turmoil. It didn't feel like information she should pry from him.

"I didn't mean to assume," she said quietly, her voice serious."I didn't mean it in a bad way. The only people I see my dad around wear suits and have boring jobs and all look the same. They seem like they loathe what they do and each one is more replicable than the next and they all seem to know it," she trailed off. "If you think differently of me I would understand. Are you upset that I thought that of you when we first met? Earlier?"

Kili turned his head that was propped up against the bedframe, glancing down at her in the dim red light.

"No…" he said slowly. "I'm comfortable in my skin. Took me forever to get there, but I'm fine with it now. If people want to look and judge then…I won't stop them. But you…" he reached over, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. "You gave me a second look when most wouldn't have. If ye never been around that sort of people before, you're sure to be on the cautious side. We're probably not the friendliest lookin' sort at first, but once you get to know us, we're not all bad. Little rough round the edges. Don't worry on it, Tauriel."

"How could I not give you a second look?" she asked, her fingers still tracing the lines on his chest.

Her fingers drifted closer to the center, where the dark chest hair grew thicker. It wouldn't have occurred to her that she would find so much of it on a man sexy – she'd always associated it with older men and hadn't thought she'd find it so intriguing. But she did. From what she'd seen of his body, Kili was an alluring mix of black tattoos, muscle, and masculine hair. She was fairly certain someone like Legolas likely waxed or shaved every inch of hair he didn't find a hundred percent necessary. She smirked at the thought and continued letting her fingertips wander of the wide expanse of his chest. He watched her eyes scan over his body and said nothing before pulling her so that practically every naked inch of her was touching him beneath the sheet.

"Aye, you did. And you must have liked what you saw, am I right?"

She bit back a snort. "Cocky."

He gave her a look that said 'clearly' and just grinned like a cat that'd caught the canary. The hand on the arm that was wrapped around her squeezed her rear affectionately after downing the rest of his whiskey. Tauriel took another sip of her own and watched him watch her.

"Tell me a story," he smiled, stretching slightly. "So what does a girl who's fresh out of college want to be when she grows up?"

"It beats me," she lamented, swirling the last of the brown liquid in her glass.

"You seem like a dog that's been swat with the newspaper and pushed into the corner. You should be acting like ye got the world at yer fingertips. You're that concerned with what your father thinks? Shame on you. No offense, but this guy sounds like a right bastard."

"He's not….well…maybe he is. I can't say. He's my father though, so I shouldn't speak like that…forget that he drives me to do it half the time," she shook her head. "I don't feel like I have many options though, you're right."

Kili licked his lips and placed his empty glass on the nightstand, offering to take hers.

"Let me ask you this: if you had no father, no responsibilities, nothin'….what would you do?"

She thought a moment before answering. "I wouldn't quit my work at the bookshop, that's for sure. I'd….work there. I'd get someplace to live…someplace cheap, but not in a dangerous area, but…nothing too fancy. I'd pack up my clothes and have nothing but my bed and a few chairs and my mom's old record player. I'd get a few houseplants to try to keep alive, I'd have nothing but wine and semi-nice cheeses in my fridge, and I'd just….enjoy," she finally finished, ending with a laugh. Her words sounded cheap and idiotic, like some little girl with an idyllic idea of what living on one's own was like, but he'd asked her and she felt like if she was going to be honest with anyone….shockingly, in that moment it would be him.

"That doesn't sound half bad. If I bring you even more wine and maybe some of my favorite records would you let me come over?" he teased, his eyes glinting playfully. Tauriel bit her lip as she found herself secretly hoping that meant he wanted to see her again after tonight. Did she dare hope? Or was her spur of the moment tryst with this wild, handsome, and sweet biker to be a one night thing? Kili held her gaze with his dark eyes, but she didn't mind. Normally she'd look away from so much eye contact, excusing herself and opting to look anywhere but at him, but there was something about the crystalline eyes that held her gaze and didn't make her ashamed of doing so.

"It didn't take much for you to come up with that scene in your head. You've thought about it before," he murmured softly. Her cheeks grew slightly warm.

"You joke a lot, but you're very astute." Kili picked up her hand in his and held them palm to palm. Hers was small and pale and soft against his large, calloused, thick fingers. Fingers that had brought her more than a little pleasure just minutes ago. A shudder rolled through her at the memory and Kili didn't miss it. He shot her a knowing look and smiled slyly in response. "I've been called worse. But yes, I notice things. Stop changing the subject back to me. Why don't you do it?"

"I still could. I just have to work up the courage." "You mean like you did tonight? When you asked me to take you home?" "Much like that, yes."

"I think you could do it. You're a brave girl with big plans. Don't let that get away. I want to see you in your apartment with your wine and old records," he said slowly, his eyes holding hers. He paused moment, visibly mulling the words he was about to say before he said them. "Do….you think you'd let me come visit you? Would you want to…."

"See you again?" she prodded, finishing his sentence. He looked away and nodded.

"Yeah," he exhaled sharply. There was a nervous, anticipatory lustful feeling that was hanging in the room all the sudden. Tauriel grinned to herself.

"Yes. I would like that."

"Really?"

"Really. You could bring some of that nice whiskey too, that would be…fun," she giggled, picturing the scene they'd described. Kili bit his lip and gave a surprised little laugh, as if he hadn't been expecting her to say that she wanted to see him again. He looked genuinely surprised for the first time since she'd met him.

"Well that's….pretty fuckin' great," he chuckled, winding their fingers together again. "It's a date then."

She met his eyes again and nodded. "It's a date." The needy, lustful feeling returned again, making her thighs clench as she watched him watch her. Kili's eyes strayed down to her lips, lingering there as he chewed his lip. Tauriel could only hope she knew where this was headed. She knew what she wanted to happen, but wasn't sure how to ask. She'd never been particularly smooth or bold when it came to initiating sex, often waiting for her partner to make the first move. Her skin seemed to prickle under his gaze as he began to shift them.

"You paint a pretty picture," Kili rolled onto his side, shifting their bodies so that he was spooned up against her back.

"I do?"

"You do," he hummed, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of her ear. His stubble tickled and scraped and made goosebumps pop up on her skin. "Nice whiskey and some records. Mix those two together, I'm not a half bad dancer," he mumbled against the skin of her neck.

The hand on her hip dipped forward, cupping her sex in a way that was both demanding and gentle. His teeth scraped against the back of her neck and another shudder rolled down her spine as her limbs began to tingle. "I think that sounds…wonderful," she managed to squeak.

"Hmmmm," he hummed in agreement, "As good as you look in my shirt, I think it should come off. I want to feel you," he said, his voice suddenly low. His breath was warm against her ear and neck, and she could only nod quickly before pulling his shirt up over her head and discarding it beside the bed. The startling effect his raspy voice in her ear was throwing her off as much as his hand that was roaming up and down her side. He seemed to skirt over the areas she wanted him most, teasing her with every movement. It was maddening yet made her not the slightest bit irritated.

Her teeth worried her lower lip until she thought it might bleed as Kili shifted around behind her. Kili kicked out of his underwear and wasted no time pulling their naked bodies together again as he held her against his chest. The warmth of all that bare, manly skin against every inch of her back made her gasp in surprise and delight.

She could feel the dark hairs of his chest hair tickling her softly and she knew for certain that she would think differently of men with a bit of fur from now on. Kili was one hundred percent man – the tattoos, the hair, the calloused hands, the solid muscles, even his smell reminded her of something simply masculine and it did wonders to her libido. Once again, he had her body so strung up and riled she felt like she would burst.

Kili didn't make her wait. While she leaned her head against one of his arms, he let his free one dart beneath the covers and disappear before burying his nose in her neck. She didn't pay it a bit of thought until it grasped her bare hip and pulled her tighter against him. Kili was placing open mouthed kisses on her shoulder, moving his stubbled chin and wandering lips between her shoulder blades, eliciting a wonderful tingly feeling up and down her spine.

His free hand continued exploring her beneath the sheet – lightly pulling at her nipples, caressing her stomach, gripping her hips and soon she felt him hard and hot behind her. His member was pressing against her buttock as if asking for permission as its owner pulled her leg up and out of the way. The thick fingers she'd been admiring minutes ago dipped between her legs and began rubbing in familiar circles around her already aching center.

"I'd ask if it's crazy that I want you again so soon, but I already know what you'd say."

"Normally I'd say yes it's crazy but…. but…I think my body would betray me in that statement," she gasped, her breath hitching as he dipped a finger into her opening.

His touch was just the right mixture of bliss and friction. It only took seconds before she felt the familiar build of something delightful blossoming inside of her.

"I think you'd be right." Leaning backwards, he separated them long enough to grab another condom from the nightstand. She didn't have to look over her shoulder to know he'd ripped it open again with his teeth and quickly slid it on. Her breath shook with anticipation as he resumed his place and slid up behind her on his side, lifting her leg and entering her from behind in one languid movement. A ragged breath swept out of her and then back in before a high, breathy moan slipped from her lips as he began to move.

The slide of his body in and out of hers from this new angle became a fluid movement, slow and steady against her. Kili buried his face in the crook of her neck, moving his free arm beneath her and around to cup one of her breasts. His fingertips gently pulled and pinched her nipples, causing a euphoric tingling to shoot straight down to her center and fuel the fire that was her building orgasm. His gasp of hot breath against her shoulder between his wet, lingering kisses was even more fuel.

"Tauriel," he gasped against her skin. "Shit, how did you find me?"

His question was clearly rhetorical, but it still made her eyes crack open in the dim light. She didn't know the answer, but she was glad she had it happened anyway. He didn't give her any more time to ponder. His fingers gripped her leg, holding it in place as he slid into again and again. They dug into her flesh almost painfully, but she didn't care. Maybe she'd even have marks from him tomorrow, but that didn't seem to matter either. It would just be another reminder of their night together and that was fine with her.

She moaned against his arm and almost wished she could face him to look into his eyes as their bodies climbed, but this new position he had her in was too blissful to even suggest moving. He was still spooned up behind her on their sides as they kept moving together on the bed. The sheet had fallen down around their knees and Kili kicked it away to give him better access. The moment his wandering free hand made its way to the place they were joined, he put it to good use and made quick work of getting her to come again.

The burst of pleasure ripping through her body surprised her – it had been a slow, steady build until he'd touched her there again. She felt a sigh of euphoria burst from her chest, louder than anything she'd ever dared utter in bed before but she so didn't care. It just felt so utterly fucking good to let go like that. If she would have known how delightful it was to let go like that, she would have marched into the Prancing Pony and dragged Kili out of it eons ago. Every nerve in her body was tingling with her release as he relentlessly and wonderfully slid into her again and again, milking her climax for their shared pleasure.

While his movements helped her draw hers out, Kili was clearly using it to chase his own. He came only a few thrusts later, his hips hammering against her behind with one final thrust. Groaning against her shoulder, he bit lightly where it curved and released a shuddering breath. His breath was hot against her back but oh goodness, did it feel good. They both lay there heaving for a few moments, their bodies still joined. Her limbs felt weightless.

Tauriel wiped her hand across her forehead and realized she was actually sweating in the chilly room. Kili's body burned behind her, but she didn't care. She felt like she didn't have a care in the world after that and that she'd never be sad again. Turning, she glanced at him over her shoulder and could only smile when he gave her a sheepish grin. Still chuckling, they pulled apart with a gasp and lay there staring up at the ceiling. His chuckle broke the silence.

"That was….intense," he finally said, turning his head to look at her. She shrugged.

"I'm not complaining." Leaning up, he rolled over and kissed her quickly before bouncing up out of the bed and into the nearby bathroom. He was only gone a moment before he returned, slipping back into the bed and pulling her close.

"So, I know I'm this big, bad ass biker with tattoos and whatnot, but would ye promise not to rat me out to my friends if I asked you if we could cuddle close for a bit?" She raised an eyebrow before she could make her face neutral.

"You…want to cuddle?"

"Maybe." Kili gave her another rakish grin before pulling her closer against his side, settling down beneath the comforter he'd pulled back up from the side edge of the bed.

"That's…fine."

"I been alone awhile. It's nice to have company." Tauriel put her head down on his chest, her ear over his heart and the blank ink that covered it. It was strange, really – she'd expected someone like him who was hard and muscled and covered in manly hair and tattoos to not be the best person to lounge on after sex and well, cuddle.

Once again, Kili surprised her. They settled easily against each other, arms and limbs intertwining beneath the blankets and melting together like they'd done it a million times. It only took a few moments before her eyelids began to droop and the countless orgasms she'd managed to have that night to catch up to her and lull her to sleep. The last thing she remembered was Kili's hand on her arm, stroking lightly.

"I'm glad you came to the Prancing Pony tonight."

"I am too," she mumbled sleepily before drifting off.


Thank you for reading! I am still loving writing this fun little fic - I love all of your comments! I'm glad that people like to read the fluff and smut I can churn out ; )

Any Fili/Sigrid fans out there?I thought about writing a little oneshot about how they met. Anyone interested in reading that? I've been reading a lot of that pairing lately and I'm rather fond of them as well.

This has been a fun challenge to write - it's ended up longer than I'd anticipated (surprise surprise) but oh well. It's fun so I'm going to keep writing. Thank you for reading and please let me know if you enjoyed it! : )