Summary: Sometimes you don't need a prince or a king to save the day.
Trying not to growl, you wound through the crowd in the taproom. If one more of those disgusting scum grabbed your ass, you were going to break their hand and then their face. Damn the consequences. A night in a jail cell wouldn't be that bad. Not when you got the satisfaction of-
Loud cheers cut into your thoughts as you saw that the idiots had begun wrestling in the centre of the room. How had that even happened? Oh, yes. The owner was an idiot. A greedy idiot who didn't care about anything except the coins he got at the end of the night.
"Lass?"
You nearly stumbled at the voice and glanced at the source. "Need another round?" you asked as you came over to a table of three dwarves.
The younger two nodded, but the elder merely watched you.
"Give me a minute and you'll have it," you said before hurrying away. There was something about that one that set you on edge. It wasn't the same as the rest of the tavern's occupants, but you weren't sure you liked it any better.
Your spine stiffened when a hand landed on your ass and you spun to strike the male it belonged to. He howled and toppled over to the laughter of his companions. "Idiot," you muttered, stalking to the bar.
"You alright?"
You looked at the owner's daughter and didn't bother to try to smile. "I swear," you growled, "if one more of these drunken bastards grabs my ass, I'm going to cut his hands off."
She bit her lip to not laugh. "I don't think that would be good for business."
You cocked a brow at her. "I know you aren't complaining since if I did, we could close early."
She shrugged and looked out at the crowd.
Rolling your shoulders, you tried to ignore the dull ache in your back. This night felt like it was never going to end. All you wanted was to curl up and sleep away the rest of the evening. "I need another round for the corner table," you sighed.
"How can they even think?" she asked as she began filling the mugs.
"Probably used to the noise. Damn it," you growled when you saw someone wave their mug through the air. "You take that to them for me, alright? I have to go see what those idiots want."
You took off before she could answer. You knew she was supposed to stay at the bar but there was no helping it right now. "What is it?" you asked when you reached the table.
"Be a dear and get us some more," one slurred.
"Show me your coin first."
He leered at you. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
You just stared at him. "You've skipped payment before. No coin, no ale."
"Aw, I can pay you in other ways."
"I only want your coin. If you offer anything else, I will hurt you."
"You hurt me when you say no."
Your breath left you in a soft hiss. One day. One day you were going to kill one of these fools.
"Let go!"
You spun around at the cry and your stomach hit your feet when you saw the owner's daughter in the arms of a drunk. "Put her down!" you shouted.
The drunk looked over at you. "You keep quiet, you bitch. I don't want you tonight."
"You've never had me, you ass!" you snapped. "Now unhand her before I unhand you!"
He scoffed and turned back to her.
"Damn you," you whispered before whipping around. "Give us your mug, love. I'll get you your ale."
The drunks at the table all cheered and you snatch up one of the mugs.
You tried to hurry across the room, but people kept getting in the way. By the time you got close, you saw that one of the dwarves was standing and the other two were watching intently.
"Put her down."
"Listen here, you runt-" He didn't get any further as you smashed the mug into the back of his skull.
You watched in satisfaction as the drunk toppled to the ground, remnants of your mug in his hair and around his head. You wished you could have had the satisfaction of hitting him with your fists but this would do.
The blonde dwarf caught the girl as she stumbled and his low chuckle broke the room's silence. "No hope for it now."
The hush broke as everyone shouted and began to fight in earnest. You saw the young dwarves spring into action, but your focus was on your friend. She needed to get back to the bar before-
"Worry about yourself," a low voice snapped.
Your heard jerked around in time to see the older dwarf knocking a drunk over. "What?"
"She's taken care of, now watch yourself!"
You hazarded a glance at her and saw the blonde was leading her to the bar, the other covering their backs. "Well then," you murmured, spinning to face someone.
He dropped like a stone when your fist connected with his throat and then his face. The violence woke something savage in you and you looked for another opponent. The drunks were not of much sport, but you seemed to have no shortage of them. In fact, it seemed like every time you turned around there was a new one staggering in front of you.
It didn't matter to you. You finally had a chance to work out the frustration brewing inside you. And you wouldn't get in trouble for this, not that anyone would admit to losing to a woman. It was the perfect solution. Well, for you.
Before you released it, the fight was over.
You made a face. Your hands were aching, heart pounding and adrenaline soaring. You wanted more and there was nothing here.
"Are you always so vicious?"
You glanced at the speaker and saw that the elder dwarf was looking at you. "Never caught your name," you said, ignoring his question because there was no decent answer to it.
"Thorin."
Nodding, you looked around the room and saw nearly all of the patrons were lying on the floor. "You had better head upstairs. Before he tries to blame this on you."
Thorin lifted a brow. "We helped protect his daughter."
"He's odd," you said, shrugging.
He made a low noise before giving you a look and heading to the stairs.
You frowned after him. What was that for? Turning to the owner's daughter, you saw she was in the kitchen doorway.
"Fool," she muttered.
You saw her father stretched out on the floor, obviously on the wrong end of someone's fist. "No argument there," you snorted.
She glanced at you. "Now what?"
You studied her for a moment before going behind the bar. Pulling out a small healer's pack, you said, "Go check on your heroes. I'll arrange for this mess to be cleaned up."
"Are you sure?"
You almost gave her a push. "Get going, hun."
Watching her go, you nearly chuckled. You knew what was going to happen and knew her father would not approve. But you didn't care. You knew what she wanted and you weren't about to stop her.
"Too bad you're an idiot," she muttered to her father's prone form. Turning to the room, you sighed at the mess. You looked at some of the men still standing. "Feel like earning some coin?" she called to them.
They all looked over in interest.
"Toss this lot into the street. Coin for every one you get out."
You tried not to smirk as they hopped to. Nothing motivated men faster than money. You watched as they none too gently hauled the drunken lot out of the tavern, some banged against the floor and door. Counting as they worked, you found your mind wandering back to the fight and the dwarf.
What had been with that final look? And where had he been in the fight? Nearby obviously, but…. Wait had he been the one tossing you the drunks? Why would he do that?
Digging out coins to pay the men, you locked the door behind them and stared at the stairs. Well, perhaps you should go and speak with Thorin. Answers about this would be nice.
You nodded to yourself and hurried to them. There was no harm in asking was there? Biting your lip, you tried not to snicker when you heard the moans coming from the room you'd sent your friend to. Ignoring them, you knocked on the door across the hall. You waited almost impatiently for it to open and you weren't prepared when it did.
A hand clamped down on the front of your shirt, hauling you into the room. The door slammed shut and you were pressed against it. "Thorin!" you gasped.
Blue eyes stared hard at you. "You're late."
You frowned. "Late?" you echoed. "I didn't realise I was expected."
Something sparked in his gaze. "Then why come?"
Well, for answers, but now you wanted something else. "I don't remember," you murmured.
He snorted. "I doubt that."
"Does it matter?"
"Not if you're staying."
"Then it doesn't matter," you said almost cheekily.
Thorin growled and jerked you frowned. His mouth met yours in a bruising kiss, the touch hard and demanding.
Your hands fisted in his tunic as he pressed you back to the door. He was throwing off heat like a forge and it made you want to touch his skin. You wanted to make him burn from your touch, wanted to feel him shudder in desire.
As his tongue plundered your mouth, you trailed one hand down his chest. His hips bucked forward as you cupped his erection through his pants. The low growl that left him as your fingers curled around him made you shiver. He shifted in your grip, seeking some kind of friction from you.
When he pulled away, you saw his eyes had darkened, lust making them hazy. He was panting softly and you could feel him tensing in anticipation of what was to come.
You gave him a little push and sank to your knees when he took a step back. He growled again when you tugged on his pants, pushing them down his thick thighs, dragging the material over his cock. Licking your lips, you let your breath fan him as your eyes flicked up to his. He was watching you intently, hunger all over his face.
Your hands slowly slid up his legs, nails scraping his skin and making his muscles tense and jump. When you reached his hips, you slid them up further and followed the solid lines of his abdomen. You could see frustration starting to eat at him as you avoided his cock, letting only your breath touch him.
A low hiss left him as your hands moved down, nails dragging over sensitive skin. It became a sharp curse when one hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Your lips twitched into a smile when you saw his hands curl into fists as you gave him a single pump.
You could feel him straining to get more from you, his entire body tense. Still holding his gaze, you leaned forward and closed your lips around the head of him.
"Mahal, yes," he groaned, his head falling back.
You sucked on him, tongue working over the sensitive tip. It didn't surprise you when his hips moved forward, sliding him deeper into your mouth. You let him move slowly, sucking and licking at all of him you could reach. Your hand was still sliding along him, fingers alternating between a loose and tight hold on him that had him shuddering.
Moans were spilling from his lips as he thrust into your mouth. It made your lips twitch around him and a soft chuckle left you. He shuddered at the noise and his hands gripped your hair. He surprised you when he pulled you away from him instead of pushing himself deeper.
"Thorin?" you asked, frowning.
"You're going to make me come," he growled.
"Already?" you teased.
His gaze found you again. "You didn't help with the fight."
You lifted a brow, hand still trailing along him.
"I can't imagine you know how arousing it was to watch you fight."
You scoffed before protesting as he tugged you to your feet and pulled your hand away from him.
"I wanted you downstairs," he growled, gaze moving over you. "I didn't care about witnesses. I wanted inside you."
His words made your heart pound and your body ache with want. You shivered as he gathered your skirt up around your hips, his fingers rough on your skin.
"Hold this."
You grasped your skirt before making a soft noise as he fell to his knees before you. Biting your lip, you shifted your feet apart as he pushed lightly on your thighs. A shuddering moan left you when his hands slid up, his thumbs brushing over slick folds. You trembled as he parted you and bit down on your lip when his tongue trailed over you.
His low growl made your knees shake and you heard him move closer to you. When his tongue moved on your clit, you cried out, hands tightening on your skirt as you leaned back against the door to keep your balance.
Panting whimpers left you as he teasingly toyed with you. He would circle around the sensitive spot, never touching before briefly flicking it over your clit. Or his mouth would move lower and his wicked tongue dipping inside you for a mere second before leaving. Your chin tipped down to look at him and you saw the wicked spark in his eyes.
Narrowing your gaze at him, your hands moved from your skirt to his hair and you gave him a tug. He didn't resist you and you shuddered as he sucked on you. Your toes curled in your boots as he kept doing that and pleasure started bursting under your skin.
A short gasp left you when he suddenly slid a finger inside you. Your muscles clutched at him as he began thrusting it quickly, winding you even tighter. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he curled his to rub at a sensitive spot inside you. Panting for air, you moaned as a second finger joined the first. It stretched you, but it felt far too good for you to even think about telling him to stop.
Squeezing your eyes shut, your fingers tightened on his hair. Your legs were quivering as he kept working you, pleasure scorching through your veins with every touch. You wordlessly protested when his mouth let you suddenly.
"You're wet and tight around me," he growled, his voice husky.
"I want you," you groaned.
"Soon."
"Now," you corrected.
He cocked a brow at you, arrogance written all over his face. "Soon," he repeated.
Your eyes narrowed at him and your hands fell to his shoulders. Giving him a harsh push, you bit your lip to keep from protesting as his fingers slipped out of you. You watched as he toppled back on the floor, glittering eyes watching you.
You licked your lips as he lifted his hand to his mouth. A low noise left you as his tongue swiped over his fingers to lick them clean. Your breath caught as you saw his other hand slowly stroked along his cock. Forcing yourself to move, you walked over to him, planting your feet on either side of his hips.
"Come here," he rumbled, his gaze hot.
You weren't sure if you knelt willingly or your legs gave out, but you found yourself straddling him. Shivering as his hand and cock brushed against you, you moaned softly as he pressed against your entrance.
"Take me."
Your hips dropped and you stifled a cry as he filled you. His hiss filled the room and his hands gripped your hips tightly. You stayed still, savouring the feel of him inside you. When his hips shifted under you, your muscles tightened around him.
"Mahal," he bit out. "So damn tight!"
Head tipping back, you let him slowly thrust inside you, moving shallowly.
You weren't surprised when he lifted you slightly, making his thrusts longer. Your hands came to rest on his abdomen and you pushed yourself up. When only the head of him was inside you, you paused and looked down at him.
His gaze was hooded and hazy as he watched you. His colour was high and he was panting softly. Black brows drew together when you still didn't move. "Don't tease," he growled.
"Or what?" you murmured.
Something dark filled his gaze. "Do not push me," he said shortly.
You briefly considered doing just that, but you wanted an orgasm now. Maybe you'd try later because you wanted him again. Dropping your hips, moans left both of you as he sank deep. You braced yourself on your knees better and began moving on him. He jostled you slightly as he thrust up, but it didn't take long before you both found your rhythm together.
Your fingers curled into his tunic as you rode him. Pleasure was lancing through you, making your muscles feel weak. But you kept moving, wanting more. His hands were spanning your waist under your dress, holding you tightly as you moved on him. But his thumbs were gently rubbing against your stomach, the rough pads making you shiver and want them somewhere else.
Thorin made a low noise when you grinded against him. His hips lifted to push him a little deeper, his grip tightening. You saw his jaw clench before he hissed out a breath as you moved again. "I want to feel you come," he said lowly.
You stared at him at the bold statement. A cry left you when one hand moved to rub at your clit. "Thorin!"
He chuckled deeply and didn't pull away.
Biting your lip, you tried to hold onto some semblance of sanity as he kept thrusting into you. Your muscles were trembling and you were gasping for air. You weren't going to last. You couldn't.
You thought you heard him laugh darkly as you cried out harshly. Your hips jerked on him as you lost control, muscles clenching around him. He kept thrusting into you, keeping his rhythm while you lost yours. When you felt like you couldn't take anymore, his hand fisted in the front of your dress and pulled you down to him.
He kissed you deeply, thrusting hard into you still. You moaned against him, not sure you could handle much more.
"Thorin," you murmured against his lips.
He groaned deeply, one arm wrapping around your hips as he started to lose his pace. It wasn't long before a harsh noise left him and he clutched you close.
You slumped on him, feeling his heart pounding against you. His hand was still clutching at you and his breath was stirring your hair. Gradually you felt him relax completely under you and a deep sigh left him.
Pushing yourself up, you met his gaze and knew you probably looked as sated as he did. "I hope you're not done," you murmured.
His lips twitched. "No," he murmured. "I'm far from done with you."
"Good," you purred, leaning down to kiss him. Because you weren't leaving until you saw how far you could push him.
A/N: And part two done! Writing this was interesting but I'm not sure if I'd want to do it again. Was a slight pain keeping the beginnings in line, but nothing too bad. Now I'm updating a little early because I was gone all weekend and my patterns are screwed up, but I'm going to try to update At Your Service once a week. Sundays are what I'm aiming for right now and hopefully I'll stick to it. I just wanted to get this one out because it's paired up with the last one. But yes! Tavern brawl done and on to the next!