Summary: You wanted some peace and quiet, but his peace disturbed your quiet.
Hearing a commotion from downstairs, you sighed and closed your eyes. This was the third time in the past hour an argument had broken out between your mother and sister by marriage. It was a common occurrence between the pair but you had hoped it would be different with this visit. It didn't seem like it was to be.
Your mother didn't understand how her son could have fallen in love with such a high strung female. And his wife couldn't believe your brother could tolerate such an overbearing mother. You wondered how long it would be before they realised they had the same personality and that was why they couldn't get along.
Leaning back in your chair, you looked down at the book in your lap. You needed to study. Tomorrow was the qualifications for junior healers to advance. Of the ten taking the test, only two would be chosen to apprentice with the senior healers. You were determined to be one of those two.
But in order to do that you needed to keep reading and that wasn't going to happen with your family snapping at one another.
Setting the book aside, you rose from your chair. You crossed the room to pull a cloak from your wardrobe, eternally grateful you had had the foresight to store it and a pair of boots in your room after your brother's last visit. You had no desire to be caught downstairs by them as you struggled to get your outer clothes on.
Once you had everything settled, you scooped up your book and a bit of paper to take notes. You crept down the stairs, trying to be silent. There was no way you wanted to spend the rest of today here if this was how it was going to be.
You were almost at the door when you heard a noise behind you. Freezing, you glanced back to see who had caught you.
Your brother was in the hallway, looking at you with a raised brow. "What are you doing?" he asked lowly.
"I can't think," you whispered. "I won't be gone long."
"You're going to leave me alone with them?"
You gave him a look. No one had forced him to marry her or to come back when he knew mother and wife didn't get along. This was his problem and you weren't going to suffer for it.
He rolled his eyes, knowing what you were thinking. "Be back for supper," he said, giving you a wave.
You nodded but you weren't sure you were going to. Meals were horrible with them snarking at each other. You had some spare coin, maybe you'd stop at an inn on your way home. It would be more pleasant to be sure.
Slipping out to the street, you hurried away from your home. You slowed once you were a few streets away and tried to think of where you could study in peace. The library would be full of the other students and you had no inclination of being around them. The common room of an inn or tavern would be as noisy as home and defeated the purpose. And you were not bold enough to go outside of the city on your own.
But there was one place that was always quiet and you could get in if you were lucky.
You turned down a street, smiling at the tots that ran past you giggling madly. It was nice to hear after all the negativity in your house. Your smile grew as you saw the stable come into view and hurried to it.
The scent of hay greeted you as you slipped inside and you were relieved that the building had been cleaned recently. There were only a few ponies inside, but you weren't surprised. This stable was reserved for the royal family and only their animals or important guests' were kept in here. Moving over to one as it whinnied, you stroked its fuzzy neck.
"I don't have a treat for you today," you murmured. "Maybe next time."
It bumped its head against you, whinnying again as you walked away.
You smiled gently and headed to the ladder leading up to the hayloft. You inhaled deeply as you reached the top, pulling in the sweet scent of the hay filling the space. You loved coming here, not just for the peace and quiet but also because you could close your eyes and pretend you were lying in a field far from the city and your annoying family.
Pulling your cloak off, you spread it out to sit on. You pulled out your book as you sat, but kept it closed for a moment. Shutting your eyes, you whispered a prayer to Mahal, asking that you passed this exam. If you did, you would move into the Healing House and truly begin your training. You wanted that more than anything, but you knew prayers weren't enough to get what you wanted.
You opened the book and began reading, letting the soft sounds in the barn soothe you. Getting through several pages, you gradually became aware of a low noise. You tried to ignore it and focus on your book. It worked for a little while before it became too much.
"Is someone there?" you called softly.
No answer came, just the noise.
Huffing, you glanced around the area. What was making that noise? It sounded like an odd purr but it was too loud to be a cat. Picking up both book and cloak, you started looking for the source. You headed toward a pile of bales along the far wall, the sound growing louder the closer you got.
Your face fell when you looked behind them and saw the source. "You've got to be joking me," you muttered.
Lying on his back in the hay was Kíli, sleeping deeply and snoring contentedly. Curled up on his chest was a young cat that was also asleep.
Staring at him, you shook your head. If he was here, it meant he was avoiding something or someone at home. Well, if you couldn't study, you weren't going to let him sleep.
You sat behind the bales as close to him as you dared and plucked up a piece of hay with a bushy end. Reaching out, you let it ghost lightly over his forehead. When no reaction came, you moved it down to tickle his nose.
It took a moment, but his brows drew together. His nose scrunched and he lifted a hand to rub at it. You bit your lip to keep from laughing, pulling the hay away so he couldn't grab it. Once he lowered his hand, you started again.
A grunt left him as he batted at his face and rolled over. Your eyes widened when that dislodged the cat which yowled and launched itself off of him. Kíli jerked awake with a startled curse and you pulled back from him.
Kíli pushed himself up and patted at his chest. "Damn cat," he muttered. "What in Durin's name-"
You cleared your throat.
His head jerked around before his expression relaxed. "Oh, hello. What are you doing here?" he asked curiously.
"Trying to study. Who are you avoiding?"
"Mum," he sighed. "She keeps trying to bring girls over for Fíli and me and won't take no for an answer when I don't want to go to dinner."
You lifted a brow. "Poor darling. Has to be nice to the girls that bat their lashes and gush over the princes."
He glared at you. "There's only one girl I want to be nice to, but she never comes over for dinner and is mean to me."
"Oh, you tot," you said, rolling your eyes. "Take off your tunic."
Kíli's brows lifted. "And why should I do that?" he asked primly, but his eyes were dancing.
"So I can see if the cat damaged you. I'm supposed to be a healer remember?"
"I think you just want me to strip for you."
"Do you really want to admit you got an infection from a cat?"
His eyes narrowed as you didn't rise to his bait, but he loosened his belt.
You watched him as he tossed it aside and reached behind him to fist a hand in his tunic. A bolt of desire flashed through you as he pulled it off in one tug, baring his chest. You had to remind yourself you were supposed to be helping him, not ogling. But you could attempt to do both at the same time.
Scooting closer to him, you searched his chest for any red marks. You lightly trailed your fingers over him, enjoying the feel of hard muscles and crisp hair under your touch.
"Will I live?" he asked dryly.
"Mm, I think so," you murmured. "Oh. Wait."
He made a noise when you gently probed the area around a small scratch. "Damn cat," he muttered. "It's usually fine. I don't know what spooked it this time."
You didn't mention that you were the reason this had happened. Nothing serious had really happened and you had gotten him to take his shirt off so why bother? "I still think you'll be okay."
Kíli pushed out his lower lip. "Not even going to kiss it better?"
You tried really hard not to smile at him and leaned forward. Kissing the small scrape, you let your lips linger for a moment and flicked your eyes up. He was looking down at you, his expression full of mischief. Shifting a little, you started pressing more kisses to his chest.
"Didn't realise I was that hurt," he murmured.
"Want me to stop?"
"Not a chance," he growled.
You laughed softly and gave him a push. Smiling as he toppled back, you lifted a brow when he made a face. "Don't like the hay?"
"Give me your cloak," he said, holding out his hand.
"It's just hay," you muttered, scooping up the garment anyways.
"Let's see if you still say that when I've got you naked and lying in it."
You handed the cloak over, trying not to shiver at his words. You watched as he tugged it under him before giving you an expectant look. Shaking your head, you moved over to him but you didn't stretch out beside him. Instead you straddled his lap, letting your hands rest on his stomach.
"What are you doing?" he asked, dark eyes curious.
"You should rest after suck a grievous wound," you explained, sliding your hands up his chest. "Healer's orders."
His lips quirked and he slid his hands under his head. "Does my healer have any other orders?"
"Stay still," you breathed, leaning over him to kiss him.
You heard him growl as he kissed you back, his tongue passing over your lips. Nipping lightly at him, you felt him jerk and it gave you the chance to slip into his mouth. Your advantage didn't last long, his hips lifting to off balance and distract you. Your hands came down on either side of his head to catch yourself and it was your turn to growl.
He never could let you win, no matter what it was. You knew he didn't do it to be mean, it was just his competitive nature coming out. But that didn't mean it didn't irritate you sometimes.
When he shifted, your hands moved to press his arms into the hay. "Stay still," you repeated.
"You can't be serious," he protested. "I haven't seen you all week!"
"And that wasn't my fault," you murmured. It really wasn't, but you were sure he didn't see it that way. Whatever foolish notion he had entertained at the beginning of the week had no doubt been in someone's best interest, but it hadn't been his and it hadn't ended well. You'd been the healer asked to look him over since you'd been closest and it was your words that had kept him confined to his bed to rest. Because of that, he would see it as your fault.
He grunted softly. "I missed you because you didn't come to visit me once and now you're being mean when I finally do get to see you again?"
"I'm not being mean. I just want you to stay still."
Kíli pouted, but didn't move as you let him go, sitting up on him again. His eyes followed you, growing hazy as you stroked his chest. He shuddered under you when your nails raked over him. "You going to kiss those better too?"
"I can if you want," you murmured, leaning down to kiss the base of his throat. You felt a moan rumble through his chest as you began kissing down the expanse. Your tongue flicked over his nipple when you reached it, making him twitch and you smile.
"Tease," he muttered, squirming under you.
You laughed softly and moved to tug on the laces of his trousers.
He lifted his hips to help you as you pulled them down his legs. You licked your lips when you freed his erection, the thick shaft already hard. You left his pants around his knees and ignored his boots as you focused on him. You didn't need him naked for what you wanted.
His hips lifted when you wrapped a hand around his cock. "Damn it," he hissed.
You smiled and slowly pumped your hand along him. "Something wrong?" you murmured, rubbing your thumb over the head of his cock.
"You aren't naked for starters," he panted, his voice strained.
"I just got started," you protested, knowing what he wanted.
"And I like having you naked," Kíli groaned, his head pressing back into the hay.
Stroking him a few more times, you let him go to loosen your dress. Hot eyes watched you as you slid the material over your head and he greedily devoured every inch of skin you bared. "Better?" you asked, knowing it was the only way to keep him still.
"It's a start."
You rolled your eyes. What more did he want from you? Reaching for him again, you were startled when he moved faster than you'd anticipated. "Kíli!" you gasped when he hauled you on top of him, but facing away from him.
"Much better," he purred, his arms wrapping around your thighs.
A cry escaped you when he lifted his head and ran his tongue over the flesh between your legs. You knelt over him for a moment, trembling as pleasure arched through you. His tongue was taking long sweeps over you, starting at your clit and moving up to dip inside you. He made a low noise when you didn't move, the vibration making you tremble, but you knew what he wanted now.
Falling forward, you caught yourself with your hands on either side of his hips. You braced yourself on one arm and wrapped your free hand around him. Sliding your fingers along him, you leaned over a little more and closed your lips around the head of him. His groan made you shiver and you barely kept yourself from repeating the noise.
It was hard to focus on what you were supposed to be doing, his wicked tongue dancing over you sinfully. Swirling your tongue around the head of him, you felt him hesitate, thrown off as you responded to him. It didn't last, but it let you focus long enough to start pumping your hand along him.
It was your turn to shudder when his hands slid along your back and moved around to cup your breasts. While his fingers toyed with your nipples and his tongue flicked over your clit, you took more of him into your mouth, sucking and licking at him. His hips lifted as you bobbed on him, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as you pulled back.
He groaned raggedly when you flicked your tongue over the slit there, tasting the bit of precum already forming. His head thumped against the hay and his hands squeezed you. "Damn it," he panted. "You win."
You pulled back slightly, letting your hands move over him. "What do I win?" you asked, voice husky.
"Fuck, me," he moaned.
"I had planned on it," you said wickedly.
He muttered something rude under his breath, hips pushing into your touch. "Not what I meant!"
You thought about it for a moment, rolling the words around in your head. Your eyes widened as you figured it out. "I win…you?"
"Yes," he hissed, drawing out the word.
"O-Oh," you whispered. You hadn't given much thought to your relationship, knowing he was a prince and that you weren't of noble birth. But-
"But also fuck me," Kíli panted, desperation in his voice.
You almost laughed, but you wanted it too. Carefully climbing off of him, you shuffled around until you could straddle him again. Your stomach tightened as he brushed against you and you couldn't help rocking your hips.
Kíli hissed again as his cock slid through your slick folds, his hands latching onto your waist. He squeezed you as you did it again, his jaw clenching. "Take me," he groaned.
You shivered at the raw note in his voice before reaching between you to hold him, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance. Slowly sinking down on him, you braced your hands on his stomach, your nails scraping him as your fingers curled in pleasure. When the backs of your thighs met his, you let out a shaky breath and savoured the feel of him.
His fingers flexed on you, signalling he wanted you to move. You didn't right away, bracing yourself a little better before you lifted. You both moaned as he slid inside you, your body clutching at him at the friction.
Letting your hips drop, you bit down on your lip to stifle a gasp. Kíli had no such reservations, his pleased growl making your bones melt. Rocking on him, you heard him mutter darkly as he moved inside you but not the way he wanted. You closed your eyes and pushed yourself up again. You knew that even though he'd said you had won, he wasn't above taking over if you teased him for too long.
His hands slid up to cup your breasts as you began moving on him, thumbs rubbing over pebbled nipples. He lifted his hips to meet you as you brought yours down and it drove him deeper inside you.
Your head fell back as you rode him, panting breaths leaving you as desire shot through you. It was always like this when you went any length of time without seeing one another. Passion and tempers would collide and drive you both over the edge. Even now you felt close to release when you had only just begun.
Protesting when his hands left you, you gasped when he shifted, pushing himself upright, and threw you off balance. "Kíli!"
He chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around your back to steady you. "Keep going," he purred, ducking his head to suck on your nipple.
Your back arched even as your hands found his shoulders to steady yourself further. Once you had that back, you started moving again. His low growl of approval made you shudder and you cried out when one hand slid between you to rub at your clit. It made you jerk and clench around him.
He groaned deeply at that but didn't stop touching you. He was making it hard to focus again, your thoughts scattering at his touch, and the pleasure pounding through you wasn't helping. His arm slid down to wrap around your hips, moving you as you began to lose your rhythm.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you whimpered as it felt like stars were exploding under your skin. You sucked in a sharp breath before crying out as your orgasm claimed you. "Kíli!"
You felt him shudder as you came apart in his arms, but he kept moving you. Letting your head bow over his, you whimpered as every thrust sent more pleasure arching through you. If he didn't stop soon, you were going to lose your mind!
"Kíli," you whispered, panting harshly.
A low groan left him and his hands clamped down on your hips, pulling you down hard on him. You clung to him, letting him do what he needed to so-You bit down on your lip when a ragged sound left him and he held you still, grinding against you as he came.
Your fingers flexed on his shoulders as he held you, both of you panting for air. A soft noise left you when he toppled back again, bringing you with him. You cuddled into his chest, listening to his heart pound under your ear.
He lazily trailed his fingers along your back, pressing kisses to the top of your head. "So will you?" he asked softly.
"Will I what?" you murmured, completely confused.
"Come over for dinner and be nice to me?"
Your lips curled into a smile and you kissed his chest. If you had dinner with the line of Durin, no one in your family could protest you not going home for the meal. "I'd love to have dinner with you and your family, but I can't promise I'll be nice," you murmured.
He huffed. "You never are," he muttered.
A/N: Whee, another update Wednesday! This one was alarmingly easy to crank out which makes me glad because I don't think the next one will be. But that is a struggle for another day! Not much to say so hope you enjoyed and see you sometime next week!