Summary: He thinks he can last and you're going to put his control to the test.

Studying your reflection in the mirror, you twisted and turned, trying to see every angle. It was impossible but you didn't stop. You felt like something was wrong, but you couldn't see all of yourself and couldn't find it.

You huffed shortly and planted your hands on your hips as you stood before the mirror. The colour of the dress flattered you, the tailor assuring you that it highlighted both your eyes and hair. The cut clung to you more than a little daringly, but it was an outfit for private occasions so that didn't matter. Yet it didn't feel perfect and that was what you wanted it to be.

Maybe you needed a second opinion. Of course, there was only one person whom you could get it from and you weren't sure you wanted to ask. The dress was supposed to be a surprise which it wouldn't be if you walked in to ask him about it. But what else could you do?

Throwing your hands up, you knew you had no choice. You crossed the room, heading toward the door to his study. It was partially open, but before you could knock you heard voices.

"You practically live in this room, Fee. I barely see you outside of it anymore."

"I have work to do, Kíli. The mountain isn't going to run itself."

"And you aren't the king," Kíli stressed. "But you act like you are."

You heard Fíli sigh. "Brother, don't start this. Not again."

"Thorin is King Under the Mountain, but you run the mountain for him."

"I'm only helping and learning, as an heir should."

"There's a difference between helping and doing, Fíli, and you aren't seeing it."

You shifted just enough so you could peak through the open door. Fíli was standing with his back to you, staring out the window at the land below the mountain. But you could see the tension in his shoulders, a clear sign this conversation was not one he wanted to have. You couldn't see his brother, but you could only imagine the look on his face.

Kíli had already spoken to you a few times about how much Fíli was doing for their uncle. The younger brother still adored Thorin, but he didn't like the stress his brother was under. He wanted Thorin to shoulder more responsibility and let Fíli breathe. You did what you could to distract Fíli, but there was only so much you could do when he really was running the mountain in his uncle's stead.

"-says you barely come to bed at night."

You nearly growled as you started listening again as Kíli drug you into it.

"Did she?" Fíli said mildly. "Odd that she'd say it to you and not me."

"Would you have listened to her if she had?"

"Damn it, Kíli," you muttered. "Shut up."

"I bet you spend less time with her than you do me."

"I see both of you."

"Not often." Your soft words echoed Kíli's louder ones. If you wanted to be honest with yourself, you knew the real reason you had had the dress made. You wanted more of his attention and were sure that this would get it for you.

Fíli blew out a harsh breath. "Would you rather see the mountain fall? After everything we did to get it back?"

"Of course not. It's just unfair that this is happening to you."

"Life is rarely fair to the line of Durin, Brother."

Silence fell between then and you tried to control your breathing so as not to let them know you were here. Neither of them would probably care if they found out you were listening, but it was more the principle of the matter. You shouldn't be eavesdropping on your lover and his brother. Kíli finally sighed and you heard heavy footsteps going toward the other door.

"All I'm asking is that you try," he said quietly. "None of us like seeing you like this."

Fíli didn't say anything as his brother left the room but his shoulders slumped as the door closed.

Your heart ached for him. He shouldn't have to shoulder all of these responsibilities, but you knew him well enough to know he wasn't going to give them up. You loved him dearly but his stubbornness made you want to shake him. Couldn't he see what this was doing to him? Surely he could but he was either ignoring it or thinking that he could make it better on his own.

"I know you're there."

Starting at his comment, you frowned at him but didn't speak. Had he just...? Surely not.

"Come in here. Please."

You gave up. Pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, you closed it so you could lean back against it. "How?" you asked curiously.

He didn't turn to face you, gaze still lost in the surrounding area. "I can always feel it when you're looking at me."

Did he now? Interesting, but it explained why he caught you staring so often.

"Is it true?"

"I need a little more than that, Fíli," you murmured. "I love you, but I can't read your mind."

"I'm not sure about that. You have an uncanny habit of knowing exactly what I want, sometimes before I even do."

"And you still haven't told me what you're asking."

"Do you think I don't spend enough time with you?"

You wondered how you were supposed to answer that. Honestly, obviously, but there was no room for being overly blunt. "I understand how important Erebor is to you," you said slowly, "and I know you do a lot to keep the kingdom going. Because of that, your time is limited. You spend some with me, some with your family and some you take for yourself."

"And you still haven't answered what I'm asking."

"I think you spend as much time with me as you can. Is it as much as I want? No. Not even close."

He chuckled and finally began to turn. "Because you want me to spend all day-" Fíli broke off as he saw you, his jaw dropping.

You tried not to crow in delight at his reaction. It was perfect. Exactly what you had wanted! "I would like it if I could have you all day, but I know it won't happen. However," you added, pushing away from the door, "I'm getting quite good at figuring out how to distract you."

"What in the name of Durin are you wearing?" he rasped.

You gave him a small spin, your skirt flaring around you. "Do you like it? I had it made special for you."

"You can't wear that in public," he said huskily.

"No?" you murmured, looking down at it. "No, you're right. Something's wrong with it so I shouldn't wear it in public."

"That isn't what I meant and you know it. And the only thing wrong with it is that it isn't on the floor."

Your stomach tightened. Well, the dress had certainly done its job. But then again, it clung to your every curve and was more sheer than solid. It gave tantalizing glimpses of skin through wispy fabric while shadowing others and teasing with the thought of what was hidden.

Fíli took a step toward you, his eyes growing bright with lust. "Are you wearing it to distract me?"

"Is it working?" you breathed.

A growling groan left him as he stopped in front of you. "What do you think?" His arms wrapped around you and pulled you into him.

Your hands slid to his back as he kissed you, moving up to fist in the material over his shoulder blades. Purring softly as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you basked in the desire he was stirring in you. You could feel his erection straining against your belly through both of your clothes and it made your lips twitch.

"Don't laugh at me," he rumbled against you.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

He growled and you felt the dress tighten on you as he gripped it.

"Don't you dare rip my dress, Fíli," you said shortly.

"I want it off of you."

Yes, you knew that, but you wanted to punish him a little. You knew why he spent so much time away from you, but you didn't like it. "Let's make a bet," you murmured.

A brow cocked curiously. "The stakes?" he asked, his hands sliding down to your ass to slowly knead at you.

"If you can keep your hands to yourself, then you can rip the dress. If you can't, I get you for a day."

"Not really even, love," Fíli pointed out.

"Even if I ask the tailor to make more and you can rip off each and every one?"

He shuddered. "Aye, that's a little more even," he growled.

Your lips quirked up and you gave him a push to get away from him. "Sit down," you said, pointing at a wide chair across the room.

Eying you warily, he went to it and sat. "I think there needs to be a time limit for how long I have to keep my hands to myself."

"Don't think you can?"

"Five minutes."

"Fifteen," you countered.

"Ten."

"Fine," you agreed. "How will we time it?"

"There's a set of hourglasses in the top left drawer of my desk. The mid-sized one is ten minutes."

You walked over to it, very aware of his gaze following you. Finding the hourglass, you turned to him and smiled.

"You don't think I can do this."

"No, I don't," you said honestly. He had remarkable control but you had a plan to shatter it. And Kíli was right. He hadn't come to bed in a while and had to be tenser than he was letting on. That would work in your favour.

Fíli grunted softly, shifting in the chair to get comfortable. You could tell he was going to be stubborn about this or at least try to be. "Give it your best, love."

You lifted a brow and sauntered over to him. "Ten minutes," you breathed, setting the hourglass down to begin timing, "is more than enough to break you."

He made a low noise as you cupped his face and kissed him slowly. You caught his lower lip between your teeth, running your tongue over it before pulling back. His blue eyes were already dark and you knew it wasn't going to take much to have him mad with desire.

Letting your hands trail down to his shoulders, you smiled as you stroked down his chest and felt him shudder. "You feel so tense, my prince," you murmured, moving them to rest on his legs.

"You going to help me with that?" he rumbled.

You pushed his knees apart before straightening and moving between them. "I could try," you breathed, leaning forward.

His eyes dropped to the low cut of your dress and how much of your breasts were revealed. "Mahal, love, who even came up with that dress?" he rasped.

"It's a secret." You braced your hands on the back of the chair and leaned into him, letting your breasts rub lightly against his chest. His low noise pleased you as you moved closer to him and slowly lifted.

Fíli licked his lips, dropping his chin to watch as your breasts got closer to his mouth. When he leaned forward, his intent clear, you pulled away from him.

"Giving in already?" you purred, eyes dancing wickedly.

"Technically, it wasn't my hands."

You lifted your brows and straightened. "Technically, I don't have to stay."

"Then you give up?"

Never. Running your hands through your hair, you let them trail down your neck and to the neckline of your dress. You ghosted your fingers along the tops of your breasts, pretending it was him touching you. A small moan left you as you cupped yourself, running your thumbs over stiff nipples, but it was drowned out by his louder one.

"You're imagining it's me touching you, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low.

"Why would you think that?" you murmured, not admitting anything.

"Because you only make that noise when I'm sucking on your nipples."

Your breath caught at the thought. Damn him! You should have told him to keep his mouth shut too!

"Come back here and let me taste you," he breathed. "We both know you want me to take you into my mouth and suck on your hard nipples until you're writhing in pleasure."

"Fíli, shut up," you moaned.

"Make me."

Your hands dropped and you nearly glared at him. His eyes were dark, but they were dancing. He knew he was distracting you and eating up some of the time you'd agreed on. Well, two could play that game. "I know where you'd like my mouth," you murmured, one hand moving to run against him through his pants.

He hissed and his hips bucked up.

You smiled at how hard he was and rubbed over him again. You saw his hands grip the armrests of the chair and his breath hissed out of him again. Licking your lips slowly, you saw his eyes follow the action as he repeated it. Slowly pulling your hand away, you let it trail along the inside of his thigh and felt his muscles jump and tense under your touch.

Fíli's breaths were coming harder now as you turned around and he groaned deeply. "What is that dress even made of?" he demanded huskily.

You had no idea but you were glad he was enjoying it. He sucked in a sharp breath when you moved so you were brushing against him.

"Fuck me," he panted as you slowly began grinding against him.

You didn't say anything when his hips lifted slightly, but you pushed against him and stilled. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw him staring hotly at you. Your lips curled in a smile and you started moving your hips in small circles when he grew still, grinding slowly against him.

Keeping your gaze on him, you watched as his face tightened and the muscles in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth. You knew he wanted to touch you, to grab you and pull you down so you were pressed firmly against him. But he also wanted to win the bet. Running your teeth over your lower lip, you murmured, "I can feel how hard you are."

He growled shortly. "Really? Because you're barely touching me."

You smiled and pushed against him, grinding the way he wanted. His gasp was full of pleasure as he pressed his head back against the chair, the tendons in his neck straining as he fought to hold himself back. The sight of him made you hot and you wondered if you were going to be able to last.

"No!" he barked when you pulled away.

"Tsk, tsk, my prince," you chided, turning to face him. "Is that any way to talk to me?"

Fíli panted harshly, his cheeks flushed darkly. "You are a damned tease."

"Can't last ten minutes?" you breathed, lifting your skirt so you could straddle his lap.

"Mahal, have mercy on me," he groaned as you lowered yourself, enough to rub against him again.

You nearly grinned when he shuddered, his fingers flexing on the chair as you rode him slowly. Running your hands down your body again, you saw his gaze follow them, his tongue darting out to slick over his lips when you tugged the neckline of your dress down a little. You trailed them over your breasts and along your stomach, trembles flooding you as he watched hungrily. When you came to your hips, you reached back and braced your hands on his thighs.

Short curses left him as you arched your back, breasts pushing against the flimsy material as you rode him. "Let me taste you," he groaned. "Love, let me take those pretty nipples and suck on them."

"You already said that," you whispered, head falling back as pleasure sparked through you.

"Because I want it," he moaned. "Don't you want it?"

The mere thought of it made you wet, but you didn't want to lose. You wanted his control to snap and for him to take what he wanted from you. It was honestly a win-win situation for you if it happened.

"They're made for sucking," he breathed, surprising you.

"Fíli!"

"Well, they are," he muttered, "and they want to be sucked right now. Why else would they be so hard?"

"Does the same apply to you?" you asked, pushing against him.

"Yes," Fíli hissed. "I want your mouth on me, but more than that I want inside you."

You had to bite your lip at the thought.

"I can feel how hot you are," he continued, his voice husky. "You're wet for me too, aren't you?"

"Fíli, shut up," you whispered, your body clenching at the memory of him filling you.

"Why? You never said I had to be quiet and you're too aroused to stop me now."

Damn him!

"Or is it you know I'm going to make you come if I keep talking?" he rumbled.

You tipped your chin down and glared at him. He was cheating and you both knew it, but he would be stubborn and fight you on it. Hands to himself. That was what you had bet and his hands were still on the arms of the chair.

He smiled faintly. "I am, aren't I? You're thinking about me sucking you, my fingers between your thighs. I'd have you dripping wet for me when I took you. My cock would slip inside you easily, filling you and stretching you in the way I know you love."

"Fíli, stop," you whimpered, grinding harder on him. You did want what he was saying, desperately. You were teasing yourself as much as him with it.

"I'm going to fuck you, love," he growled. "Right here until you're screaming my name"

Your breath caught before you did what he said as you climaxed. His name left you in a harsh cry as you shuddered against him. A gasp left you when the world seemed to spin and you found yourself lying on the floor, Fíli pressing down on you. Another cry escaped you when he lowered his head, lips closing around your aching nipple and sucking on you through your dress. His hips pushed against you, grinding his erection against sensitive flesh.

You whimpered, the pleasure almost too much and it had only just started. Your hands grasped at his tunic, jerking it up as much as you could to touch hot skin. A groan left him as your nails raked over his lower back, leaving scratches on his skin.

"You're so damn hot," he growled, pulling away from you to tug at the ties of his pants.

You panted for air, watching him as he fought with his pants. A small smile curled your mouth as he swore and simply ripped the laces. "Temper, temper," you breathed.

He shot you a look before kneeling between your spread legs. His hands gripped your hips and lifted you so he could wedge his legs under your thighs. You both shook when the head of him rubbed against you, the hard flesh hot as it moved over you.

"Fíli," you whimpered as he continued to tease you. "Please!"

He groaned deeply. "Help me, love."

Your hands moved down to wrap around him, making him shudder. You almost wanted to tease him further, but you quickly forgot the idea. Moving him to your entrance, you moaned as he thrust home as soon as you let go.

His head fell back with a groan as he filled you, his hands squeezing your hips even as you tightened around him. He was still only for a moment before he began sliding out.

Gasping as he thrust back into you hard, your hands grabbed his forearms, clinging to him. You bit down on your lip as he pulled you toward him, making his thrusts harder and deeper. It wasn't long before he found his rhythm, his hips pounding forward even as he pulled you into him.

Your hands tightened on him, nails biting past cloth to dig into skin. Bursts of pleasure arched through you with every thrust, each one pushing you to another release. Your skin felt too tight, your body too hot as he took you. Pent up desire was building within you, threatening to explode and take you with it.

"I can feel how close you are," he groaned.

Oh, he wasn't going to talk now was he? Somehow you get your eyes open and stared at him. His gaze was on your face, watching as everything you were feeling crossed it. Your breath caught as you saw his own pleasure in his expression, raw desire plain to see there. "Fíli," you whispered.

He moaned raggedly, his fingers tightening. "Damn it, you're so hot and wet around me," he panted.

You trembled at how husky his voice was. Your body was already on edge and his words were pushing you even closer. Biting your lip again, you made one hand let him go and slid it between your thighs. You sucked in a sharp breath as your fingers grazed your clit and Fíli barked out a curse as you clenched around him.

You started to pull away but he growled, "Do it. Make yourself come and then make me."

Your fingers twitched at his statement before they began rubbing firmly. Moans spilled from you and it was all you could do not to scream as pleasure swamped you. Muscles trembling, you gasped for air as your touch and his thrusts sent you over. "Fíli!" you screamed, unable to help it.

He growled as you writhed in his grasp, your thighs squeezing against his sides. Pleasure exploded under your skin as he kept moving, seeking his own end inside you. You were on the verge of begging him to come when a groan pulled from deep within his chest and he thrust shortly into you, his blunt nails digging into your hips as he squeezed you.

Your arms moved to wrap around him as he released you and collapsed on top of you. His ragged pants for air struck your neck, his mouth moving against you as he pressed whisper soft kisses to your skin. A deep sigh left you and you wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close to you.

"Love?" he finally mumbled.

"Mm?"

"Were you paying attention to the time?"

You blinked before laughing. "No."

"So we don't know who won?"

You kissed his hair and smiled. "I think we both did," you murmured.

A/N: What, what? Two updates in one week? Scandalous! But in all honesty, I wanted to start moving through the prompts a little faster. I can't promise this will happen next week because I'm moving at the end of May. There will be an update on Sunday, but I might miss the first one in June since I probably won't have an internet connection. But yes, this was a prompt I really enjoyed writing and I hope the person who requested it is happy with it. I was worried it wouldn't be long enough, but that didn't happen. Fíli had other ideas apparently. Naughty dwarf. Hope you all enjoyed and see you on Sunday!