Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit
Upon their arrival, they were taken swiftly to the hotel they'd be staying at. Kili and Fili were in one car being driven by a thin wiry man while Thorin and Bilbo were being driven by a big burly man. "I apologize." Thorin said.
"What?" Bilbo was caught off guard.
"I am sorry for insulting you. You have been nothing but good to my nephews and I." he bowed his head.
"I accept your apology." Bilbo said graciously.
"Might we reschedule our dinner?" Thorin asked as the car pulled to a stop.
"Because the first one went so well?" Bilbo teased lightly but Thorin seemed to be horribly shamed by the comment. "Yes." Bilbo righted his apparent wrong. "We can certainly reschedule our dinner." Bilbo smiled warmly as they got out of the car, joining the brothers who were waiting for them in the lobby.
"Did you two kiss?" Kili practically squealed in amusement.
"You two look positively shamed." Fili agreed.
"I will shame you two in a minute." Thorin growled as he stalked over to the man behind the desk. "Our room keys." Thorin demanded, his glare moving from his mischievous nephews to the man behind the desk. He seemed to shrink under Thorin's eyes but began tapping away on the computer. After a moment, he presented them each with a key and the four set off for their rooms.
"We will be staying here a while." Fili whispered to Bilbo.
"But I didn't pack a bag." Bilbo was rightfully upset.
"We'll buy you anything you require." Thorin said over his shoulder.
"How long will we be staying?" Bilbo asked.
"A month?" Fili offered speculatively.
"Two?" Kili questioned.
"Six." Thorin answered.
"Six?!" Bilbo gasped.
"We'll take Bilbo back to his flat tomorrow to pack some things." Kili said.
"Yes, but for now, we are starving." Fili said.
"Well you two can order something to the room. Bilbo and I are going out for dinner." Thorin said.
"Actually, I was thinking along a different line for our date." Bilbo smiled up at the three sets of eyes on him.
"Date?" Fili and Kili purred in unison.
"Well then I shall leave the planning to you." Thorin flushed under his nephew's prying eyes.
"Thank you." Bilbo blushed and looked at his feet, embarrassed. When they got to their rooms they spent an hour or so settling in and, in Bilbo's case, making plans and buying clothes. When the time for the date came, Bilbo went to Thorin's room only to find Fili and Kili waiting outside the door. Their eyes fell on him and there were twin horrified gasps.
"What are you wearing?" They hissed.
"Pajamas." Bilbo frowned at them as he pushed by and into the room. Thorin walked over to welcome his guest but when his eyes fell on him he froze. Bilbo laughed softly at the frozen and impeccably dressed Thorin. "You appear to be overdressed." Bilbo giggled.
"And…ah…you appear to be-" Thorin coughed awkwardly. "-underdressed to say the least." Thorin said, at last overcoming his fright and turning around. "I shall go change." He said before taking his leave. During his absence, Bilbo answered the door and received the food he'd ordered. Thorin returned in pajamas of his own. His eyes landed on the food and le looked at Bilbo questioningly.
"Going out for a fancy dinner may be what you're used to but nothing will beat a calm night in." Bilbo smiled as he sat on the couch before the T.V. The room, rather more along the lines of an apartment, was the most expensive and highest quality room in the most expensive and highest quality hotel. This meant the food was the highest quality and the T.V. had every channel imaginable. So they settled down on the couch with good food and argued lightheartedly about what to watch. After a few hours, Thorin fell asleep, his head falling into Bilbo's lap. Bilbo smiled down at Thorin's sleeping face; his usual scowl gone, leaving only blank innocence. He carefully kissed the side of Thorin's stubbled cheek and his eyes fluttered open for a moment, landing on Bilbo's face with a kind of unmasked love. He looked at Bilbo like a cherished friend, and more, through Thorin's eyes, he saw someone he trusted, someone he loved, someone he needed. For once, Thorin's feelings were not masked by the glare or scowl he usually wore.
"Go back to sleep." Bilbo murmured as his hand began lacing through his soft black hair. It had been, for once, let out of its pony tail, his pajamas earning their own hairstyle.
"Mkay." Thorin mumbled as he cuddled down into Bilbo's lap with a sleepy huff.