Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit
The next few months went by slowly; Thorin would leave before Bilbo even woke up and get home late. He'd fall into bed exhausted and Bilbo would take off his shoes and shirt without waking him. Bilbo and Kili were running out of things to do by the time the deals were all done being made and even with the occasional trade off, Fili didn't have many things left to do that Bilbo hadn't done over the long time. When at last the papers were official and the deals were finalized, the mine was legally given to Thorin and he took his nephews, Bilbo, the rest of his closest family, and all the people who worked at the mine out for drinks. Bilbo didn't get a word in to Thorin between the clog of people who pushed and throbbed towards the man who was officially the richest person in the world. That night, when the four got back to the hotel, Kili, Fili, and their uncle were drunk and Bilbo had to give them occasional direction to their rooms. Thorin's hair was a mess and his nephews were no better. His clothes were askew and his breath smelled horrid. When Bilbo got him to their room, Bilbo had moved into Thorin's room after the first month, Thorin's hand landed on Bilbo's but. And it wasn't an accident. "Meeer Bllllbur." Thorin slurred.
"Get off me Thorin." Bilbo huffed and pushed Thorin's hand away. Advances like this would only be accepted by Bilbo when not made under the influence of alcohol.
"Srrrrrry." Thorin mumbled as he shuffled towards the bedroom. "I dint put attention ta youuu alllll night." Thorin said.
"That's right. You didn't." Bilbo said. "But it's okay. I've waited this long, one last night isn't going to break me." Bilbo was ore trying to reassure himself that the drunk man.
"Come tur beddd?" Thorin held his hand out to Bilbo who shook his head no.
"I'll take the couch tonight." Bilbo said.
"Looooove youuuu." Thorin called after he finally made it to the bedroom.
"Yeah." Bilbo muttered.