You sat in bed, reading a book, and waiting for your king to show his face. On the surface, you looked calm and cool. On the inside however, you were fuming. How could that giant buffoon forget?! It's not that hard! Your mind screamed.

You knew that he was busy; he was king after all and you did you best not be cross at him. But just one day. ONE DAY was all you asked of him and he forgot. You knew you were behaving like a child, but you couldn't care less. HE FORGOT and never forgets ANYTHING.

"That ass can hold a grudge for Mahal knows how long, but he forgets the one damn day I wanted him to remember," you muttered to yourself. Your hands gripped the edges of your book tighter, making your knuckles turn white. "Just wait, Thorin. I'm going to get you. And when I do, you're going to pay." You looked towards a vase of colorful flowers on your nightstand, a small smile etched itself on your face. Fili and Kili didn't forget, you mused. They're sweet boys, unlike their uncle. Their grumpy, thick-skulled, buffoon of an uncle.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the door creak open, but you didn't bother to look. Only when Thorin let out a tired sight did you look up. All the anger you had towards him washed away as you saw him let out a huge yawn and the dark bags under his eyes. You set your book down and started to climb out of bed to go to him, only to have him hold up his hand and keep you in your spot.

"Thorin?"

"It's nothing, love," he said, yawning once more. "Just another long day." He kicked off his boots and shed his clothes until he was down to a thin tunic and trousers. You scooted over and he crawled into bed, laying his head on your lap. You began to run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp; he practically purred at your touch and you smiled at your love. He began to doze off until the radiant flowers caught his eye and he sat up. "Where are those from, my sweetling?"

"Oh, those are from Fili and Kili. Such sweet boys." He hummed a response and lay back down on your lap, nudging your hand for you to continue his petting.

"For what may I ask?"

"Well, it's my birthday, Thorin," you stated plainly. You squeaked as he shot up and looked at you in horror.

"It can't be your birthday! Your birthday isn't until…" he trailed off and began counting on his fingers. He froze mid-count and looked at you again. "My love. I'm so sorry!"

"No, Thorin. Don't worry about it. I-"

"No! This is important! You are important! This is unforgivable!" He stood up and began to pace throughout the room. "Mahal! How are you not killing me right now?"

"I thought about it, Thorin, believe me." He stopped in his tracks and sat down next to you, continuing to beg for your forgiveness. "Thorin, I don't want to make a big fuss over it. I admit I was all ready to yell and scream at you when you came in but then I saw how tired you were." You looked into his eyes and you smiled at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek and trying to reassure him. "Its fine, Thorin."

He suddenly brought his lips to yours, making you squeak in surprise. You then eased into the kiss, closing your eyes and enjoying the touch of your king. He pulled away all too soon but started to leave small kisses all over your face, his beard brushing on your skin and making you giggle.

"I'll make it up to you, my sweet," he promised, still kissing your face. "I swear I will."

"Mmm…well, considering the gorgeous flowers your nephews gifted me, you have a pretty tall order to fill." His kissing ceased for just a second before nibbling on your neck and tickling your sides. You shrieked in laughter as he continued his playful torture. "Thorin! Thorin! Stop! Mahal have mercy!" You collapsed on the bed as soon as he stopped, your lungs ached and tears were streaming down your face. You glared at him and made a face, making him smirk at you. "You're so mean…," you pouted as he lifted your limp body up, cradling you.

"I love you," he said, placing a kiss on your temple. You continued to pout and began to trace your finger on his chest.

"Well, you're such a mean husband that I don't think I believe you," you whined playfully, smirking up at your king. He quirked an eyebrow, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Oh? You doubt my love for you, darling?" You attempted to shrug your shoulders nonchalantly when Thorin suddenly threw you from his lap and onto the bed, pouncing on top of you. You shrieked and giggled as he ravaged your neck with kisses. "Shall I prove my love for you then, my sweetling?"

"Mmm..if you think you can." He gave you a devilish grin and placed a hot kiss upon your mouth. You moaned into the kiss and he quickly bunched up your nightdress to your hips, stroking your sex through your underclothes. He pressed one of his fingers to your clit and you jerked your hips forward, feeling his erection press against your thigh. You broke the passionate kiss and smirked at him. "Excited so quickly aren't we, Thorin?"

"Shut your mouth, woman," he growled, making you chuckle at him.

"Make me, then," you teased. He raised his eyebrows and a sneaky grin spread on his face, accepting your challenge.

He leaned down and kissed you, gently pushing his tongue into your mouth. You mewled at his touch and he slowly inched down your underclothes, parting your sex with his thick fingers. His fingers toyed with you as he kissed you, drawing circles around your clit and occasionally dipping a finger into you. You squirmed and clenched his hair in your hands as you felt yourself grow wet and he smiled into the kiss. He broke the kiss and you panted for air, still squirming and moaning for his touch. A shudder went through you as he brought his finger, wet with your arousal, up to his mouth and slowly licked it, never taking his eyes off of you.

"Mmm…so sweet," he murmured. You whimpered and closed your eyes as he made his way down your body and gently pried your legs open for his viewing pleasure. Your body was extremely sensitive, so it was no surprise to Thorin that you were now dripping for him.

You gazed at him and waited. Waited from him to make a move or do anything. You let out a shuddering sigh as he licked his lips and gripped your thighs tightly. You threw your head back and clenched the sheets around you as he lowered his face and his tongue lapped at your wet slit. You wailed and writhed as he ate at you, keeping you firmly pinned to the bed with his strong arms. He savored every last drop of you; long laps with his tongue greedily licked at you and periodically dipped into your hot core.

You screamed and bucked your hips when he began to suck on your clit. He held your hips firmly in his hands as he kept going. He wanted all of you, every last sweet drop. A broken sob left you as your orgasm left you. You kept rolling your hips into his face, riding out every last second of your pleasure. You practically collapsed as he rose from your thighs and kissed your hip gently. Your head swam and you felt Thorin's hands lift your legs and throw them around his hips. A lewd moan left you when his hard member slowly rubbed against your sex. He leaned over you and began to kiss and lick your neck.

"Ready, love?" You looked up at him and nodded weakly.

"Always for you, my sweet," you whispered. He beamed at you and kissed you.

He slid into you and the both of you groaned; you were so hot around him and he filled you so perfectly. So perfect for each other. He began to rock his hips into you; small mewls and purrs leaving your lips. But it wasn't enough for you. You knew the raw passion that Thorin Oakenshield possessed and you wanted it; all of it. You wanted to scream for him and you would beg him for it.

"Th-Thorin…"

"Yes, love?" he groaned, still rocking his hips painfully slow. You could've sworn a small smirk danced on his lips and you'd be right. He knew exactly what you wanted and he'd give it to you. But only if you begged him first.

"Harder, Thorin…please…I-I need it…" He only went a bit faster, but it still wasn't enough. You whined at him and this time you definitely saw him smirk at you.

"Those aren't the words that I want to hear, sweetling," he purred, almost slowing to a stop completely, "What do you say?" You shuddered at his deep, dark voice, breathing hard and practically shaking for a release. He gave one hard thrust into you and you screamed loudly before he growled at you. "What do you say?"

"I need you, Thorin! Take me! I need you! Please!" Your screamed echoed through your chambers and he finally drove his hips into you, giving you exactly what you wanted. You threw your arms around his neck as he kept thrusting into you and you let out a small squeak when he flipped the both of you, having you straddle him.

"If you want me, then ride me," he said. Your body shook and your muscles clenched around him, making him hiss. "For Mahal's sake, woman. MOVE," he demanded. You obliged all too willingly and you lifted your hips, only to crash down on him again. Loud, wanton moans of pleasure left you as you kept riding him and you let out broken screams when he bucked his hips forward and his large palm sharply slapped your backside, squeezing and groping you. "That's it…that's right. Keep going! Please your king!" His demands aroused you to no end and you rolled your hips on him, a string of lewd curses emitting from his lips.

You closed your eyes, savoring the pleasure he was giving you. Every second that passed by, you grew hotter and you trembled even more. Thorin gazed up at you, taking in every obscene moan and shock of pleasure that ran over your features.

"Look at me, woman," he ordered. You slowly looked down at him and dark eyes stared back at you intensely. You leaned forward and kissed him hard, his hips still thrusting up into you. One hard thrust from him did it for you and you broke the kiss, screaming your pleasure into the night. You shuddered and tightened around him, squeezing him mercilessly. You slumped forward and collapsed onto his broad chest, him still thrusting to fins his own release. It came after a few more short, hard thrusts and he groaned into your ear, earning a small whimper from you.

Barely able to keep your eyes open, you peered at your king's face and saw him looking back at you, his breathing hard. He reached out and gently stroked your cheek with his fingers and you purred softly at his touch. He rose up and kissed you sweetly on the temple, wrapping his arms around your limp body.

"I love you, my sweet birthday girl." You giggled at his words and you gave him a small, quick peck on the lips.

"And I love you, my King."

As you drifted to sleep, cuddled up to Thorin, you decided that spending your birthday night in the arms of your king was the best thing you could ever have gotten.