Summary: You can run and you can hide, but he will find you.
Branches slapped at you as you ran, but you didn't slow down. You couldn't. You needed to move as fast and as far as you could. There was no time to stop and think about if this was right or wrong. You just had to run.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you leapt over a fallen log. Adrenaline was rushing through you, screaming to go faster, to run harder. You could do this. You had spent the majority of your younger years learning how to run over any terrain and this was no different. You needed to-
Panic flared when you heard a snap over your laboured pants for air. Someone was following. Someone was chasing you. Someone was trying to catch you. Fear warred with exhilaration as you put everything you had into running faster. You had a head start and the forest wasn't the easiest to navigate. Of course you were probably leaving a huge trail in your wake that would be simple to follow, but there was not time to think about it.
You weren't going to get caught. No, you were clever and had planned this out. It was easy to get lost in the trees and you were counting on it. Not only for yourself but for the one following you. You knew who it was and also how poor his sense of direction was. If you could put enough distance between the pair of you, you'd be able to hide.
Your lips curled at that. He would be livid that you'd escaped him, but you didn't care. You wouldn't be the one that had to deal with his temper.
The thought gave you an extra burst of energy. So close. You were so close to getting a breath of freedom! After nothing but the stale mountain air, you loved every deep breath you got of the trees and the grass.
Seeing a shallow stream, you splashed into it and ran down a distance before ducking back onto the side you had entered from. The brush was thick and easy to hide in, even if it was wet. You were careful not to disturb the greenery, unwilling to give yourself away now. You pressed flat to the ground, using the sounds of the stream to cover your gasps for air as you tried to calm down.
It wasn't long before you heard splashes and the dwarf lord came into view. You sank lower at the anger on his face as he scanned both sides of the bank, looking for your re-entry point. Your heart thudded dully in your ears as his gaze moved over where you were hiding, but he didn't pause on you.
Pressing your lips together as he stood in the stream, you prayed he would move on. He needed to move on! You knew he was a good tracker, but he was angry so he would make mistakes. Holding your breath, you watched as he spun in one more slow circle before he darted into the brush across the stream.
You didn't let go of your breath right away. He was crafty and he knew you. He could be waiting to see if you were hidden along the steam. Carefully letting out your breath, you stayed right where you were. Your clothes were getting damp from the wet ground but you didn't care. You were so close to winning that you couldn't afford to screw up now.
By the time you slowly counted to fifty, your clothes were soaked and you were grinning. You weren't quite there but you could taste victory on the air. Squirming backwards, you tried to keep yourself from giggling in glee. You had outsmarted him!
Rising to your feet, you began backing away from the stream. You wanted to run again, to put distance between you and this spot but you knew it was too soon. You couldn't leave a trail for him to follow now because you knew he would come back to the stream. It was where he had lost you so he would keep returning to it. If you wanted to be gone when he came around, you needed to be careful.
You took a few more steps back, breathing deeply of the fresh air. Maybe you were far enough away you could lie in the sun and let your clothes dry. You hadn't had a nap in a forest clearing in a long time and it was so very appealing right now. You had been locked up in that mountain for far too long. The sun on your face, the wind in your hair and fresh grass under your feet. You had missed them so much! There was an appeal to the mountain but not when you were locked inside it.
But no more. You had gotten free and now-
You froze completely when you backed into something. For a split second, you tried to convince yourself that it was merely a tree. You hadn't been looking so it was possible. But a low exhale stirred your hair and you knew.
You were caught. You had lost again.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited. There was no doubt in your mind what was coming next. It was just a matter of how far you had pushed him and with the merry chase you had lead him on, you knew it was going to be bad.
It took everything in you not to shriek when he took you to the ground. His body pressed into yours, all hard muscles and short temper. His pants for air were stirring your hair and striking hotly against your skin. You could feel his erection against your ass, his hips slowly grinding him into you.
You shivered when he pressed his face into your neck, nuzzling the hair away from your skin. It was a gentle action you knew wouldn't last. Sure enough, he growled deeply and bit down on you. Pain blazed at the action, your body jerking under him, but you still stayed silent.
It made him growl again and he lifted from you.
You considered trying to get away, but he was kneeling over your legs. He had you completely caught. Biting your lip, you pressed your face into the grass as he gripped your trousers and yarded them down your legs. A breath shivered out of you as his hands landed heavily on your bare ass and squeezed.
"You know better."
Shivering at how low his voice was, you hazarded a glance over your shoulder. You met blue eyes and didn't answer him.
His lips pulled back in a snarl and he jerked at the front of his trousers. It was hard not to lick your lips when he got his erection free of the material and you squirmed under him. Your thighs rubbed together as heat flared to life in you, but you parted them just enough as he gripped your hips.
He lifted you slightly before sliding hard inside, sheathing his entire length. His low groan rippled over you as his fingers tightened on your hips and you could almost taste his pleasure already.
You braced yourself on your knees when he let go of you, his hands landing on either side of you. A sharp hiss left you when he gave a short thrust, his cock dragging over that sweet spot inside you.
His low chuckle made you tense and you grinned as it was his turn to hiss. The minor battle between you ended in another loss for you when he pulled his hips back and thrust hard into you.
Your fingers curled into the grass as heat scorched through you. You felt him shift above you for a moment and then he began thrusting in earnest. Keeping quiet was nearly impossible as each roll of his hips drove all thoughts from you and replaced it with desire. His deep growls and erotic purrs weren't helping any either, the sounds making chills and trembles chase all through you.
You knew he wanted to hear your cries, wanting to know he was pleasing you. Denying him that was just one more form of rebellion you couldn't help. But he was pleasing you and it was taking so much effort to-A loud moan left you as pleasure burst through you as he wedged a hand under you to toy with your clit. That wasn't fair! How could you resist him when he did this?!
"I can feel you trembling," he growled, his voice husky.
Well of course you were! He was working your body expertly, knowing exactly what you liked. You pushed against him as much as you could, but it wasn't much as he moved on you. He was in control and wasn't going to give it up yet.
Your back arched as he bent over you, your head pressing into his shoulder. He was moving hard and deep, striking that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. His fingers rubbed firmly at your clit, circling and caressing the sensitive bud. Your body was very aware of him, of how he was moving inside and above you.
Release came fast and had you screaming as it crashed through you. You barely heard him groan, but you felt him shudder and jerk against you as his own climax claimed him. You collapsed on the grass, gasping and quivering as sharp bolts of pleasure arched through you. You tore at the green clumps as you writhed, unable to process anything as bliss soaked into you.
Gradually you became aware of the fact that he was shaking as badly as you were. Slumping completely under him, a deep sigh left you as your body slowly relaxed. Your breath left you in a squeak when he dropped on you.
"You need to stop running away from me," he rumbled.
"You need to stop locking me in the mountain," you mumbled.
A short grunt left him before he sighed deeply himself. "I don't lock you in Erebor and it sends the wrong message when my queen runs away from me every time we leave our kingdom!"
"I don't-"
"Every. Time."
You frowned into the grass. Surely it wasn't. It couldn't be.
He levered himself up, earning a protest from you as he pulled out. "Roll over," he said quietly.
Doing what he wanted, you met blue eyes. "Thorin," you murmured.
"Just once," he said, holding your gaze. "I would like to leave my home with my wife without having to chase her down and take her on the forest floor like an animal."
But you liked it when he did that. Yes, you ran and hid and you wanted to spend an afternoon by yourself, but you'd never regret him catching you. You were used to open skies and freedom and the walls of Erebor felt confining after all of that. But you'd never leave him or those halls forever.
"Can you give me once?" he asked lowly. "Just once where I don't feel compelled to chase you down like a beast?"
You made a soft noise and reached up to cup his face. "I can try," you said.
His eyes darkened. "That's better than nothing," he sighed.
Tweaking his beard, you gave him a look. "You knew how I was before you began courting me," you growled, "so don't even start with the woe is me crap."
One black brow lifted. "That isn't very queenly."
"I'm not in front of the court."
"No, you're half naked on the forest floor."
"Would you prefer me all naked?" you teased.
Lust flared to life in his gaze. "Do not tempt me," he growled.
Your hands slid down, running over his chest. "Tempt you?"
He kept growling and he shifted above you. "You always do and I'm about ready to cut these clothes right off of you."
"That…is horrible threat."
Chills broke out everywhere at the noise he made and you weren't surprised when he pushed away from you. You didn't resist him as he unsheathed a knife and slit through your shirt. Your teeth ran over your lower lip as he gazed hotly at your breasts. He didn't lean down, instead slicing through your pants as well.
Thorin sank the blade into the ground and let his eyes move over you. Big hands gripped your hips before skimming up your torso. "Why do you tempt me so?" he demanded, his thumbs brushing the skin just under your breasts.
You lifted your back, trying to get him to touch more. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Thorin muttered something dark under his breath before his hands shifted to cup your breasts.
Your lashes fluttered closed as his thumbs flicked over your tight nipples. A pleased sigh left you as he kneaded at soft flesh, your earlier passion sparking back to life. One of your hands caught in his tunic and tugged him down to kiss you.
You soaked in the bliss he created, letting him curl his tongue around yours. It never ceased to amaze you how much fire burned at the core of this stoic dwarf. You had thought to refuse his suit; thinking that there was no way you'd be able to survive living with the cold king. But you'd been wrong, so very, very wrong.
Every night was fully of passion and fire that he had to contain while he was king. But never when he was with his queen in your chambers. You got all of it and passed out in sheer bliss and exhaustion every time.
Sliding your hand down his chest as the other gripped his hair, you smiled when he shuddered as your fingers wrapped around his cock. He was already hardening, but you wanted more. Stroking him firmly, your eyes opened to watch his face as he broke the kiss.
He tipped his head back, hands moving to brace him on either side of you. A deep growl left him, a low rumble a pleasure as your fingers trailed along him. You watched as he couldn't contain what he was feeling, his emotions completely unguarded with you. This was what you loved most, when his walls came down, when he let you see the real him.
When he braced his weight on one arm, you moaned as his other hand slipped between you to find your clit again. Your fingers squeezed him in response, your thighs spreading as much as they could between his legs. You moaned again as his touch didn't waver, fingers firm and knowing.
It didn't take much for you to move him to your entrance, your body aching for him again. "Thorin, please," you whispered.
He made a low noise and moved so he was between your thighs this time. "Let go," he said thickly.
You obediently did, but only after giving the tip a teasing flick. He immediately returned the teasing by not filling you. A low sound left you as you lifted your hips, trying to get what you wanted. It didn't work.
A soft whine had him shuddering but still not taking you. Your hands moved to his hips and gave a tug. It got him to move slightly, the head of him sinking inside. "Thorin," you pleaded when he still didn't take you.
Lowering his head, he let his forehead rest on yours. "Aye, my queen?"
"Please," you begged, aching even though you'd just had him.
His lips twitched before he was kissing you deeply. You sank into the caress, body shivering as he plundered your mouth. There was very little softness in your king and it was rarely there when his desires were roused, but sometimes he surprised you.
Moaning against him as he pushed into you, your hands tightened on him and your legs wound around his to pull him closer. You purred as he filled you fully. This was what you wanted. Your hands slid up his back, fisting in his dark cloak as you waited for him to move.
He made a low noise and began kissing your cheek. A gasp left you when he nipped your jaw and rolled his hips. "You're irresistible when you beg," he breathed when he reached your ear.
You squeezed your eyes shut as he moved on you, his thrusts smooth this time. They still made your heart pound and your blood burn. Gasps and moans fell from your lips as he took you, the slow pace completely different than before.
"I would rather have savoured you in our bed," he said huskily, kissing under your ear.
Oh, you liked that thought. "Later," you moaned.
Thorin chuckled, grinding against you until you were gasping. "I don't think you've been good enough for a later."
You moaned, arching under him as he began thrusting again. His clothes were rough on your skin and you wished he had taken them off. Next time, he was going to be as naked as you were and you didn't care if he thought you hadn't been 'good enough'. "Thorin," you whimpered, your voice catching as he nipped at you.
A low groan rippled over you and he shifted his weight to one arm. His free hand gripped your hip, pulling you into each thrust. Heat pulsed through you, building on top of the release still humming in your veins. You shuddered as you tightened around him, feeling every inch of him stroking you hard. Damn him, he knew exactly how to work you.
His teeth scraped over the pulse point in your neck, his beard harsh against you. Your breath caught when he closed them on you and bit you even as his hand shifted between you, his thumb finding your clit.
A dark purr left him as you screamed for him again, unable to help it as pleasure burst inside you. He kept you still again as you trembled under him, trying to buck and writhe but he had you pinned. Your hands and legs tightened on him as he sought his own release, his thrusts harder now as you squeezed him.
His low growl made you sigh and his hand moved back to your hip, squeezing as he pulled you as close as he could while his body shook above you. He gave your throat a kiss before moving to rest his head on your chest as he panted for air.
You let out a squeaky gasp when he groaned and slumped on you. "T-Thorin!"
"No," he muttered, rubbing his cheek against you. "I had to chase you through the damn forest so you can be my pillow until I catch my breath."
Rolling your eyes, you moved your hands to stroke his hair. "Yes, my king," you murmured breathless yourself.
"And if you're good, I'll give you my coat."
You didn't say anything. It was an empty threat because Thorin would never let another see his queen naked and you both knew it.
A/N: Hello yet again! This was an older request that took far too long to get to. But in a way that's a good thing because I had time to think about it and plan a little. So another one down and on to the next!
For those wondering, my new prompt list is on my profile now. I got a good response abut holy crap you guys are feeling Fíli, if you feel me. …Ugh I'm going to shut up now.