I am not happy with the sexy times that I wrote. Or the ending really. I just couldn't get into the groove I guess. The next one will be better! Promise!

Imagine Bickering with Thorin Then Having Great Make Up Sex

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You refuse to even look at him, he towers over you, and the rest of the company tries their best to shrink out of sight – Bilbo trying the hardest. This argument would be one for the books for sure! Thorin was being totally and completely unreasonable and you voiced that to him many, many times but it apparently fell on deaf ears. Rolling your eyes, you do your absolute best to ignore his bellyaching but he was having none of it. The lot of you were in the middle of a common room, for goodness sake! The least any of you could do was keep the screaming down. But no.

Since the company arrived in Laketown, all you and Thorin did was fight and bicker. He's been on edge for a while and he only got worse when the group got closer and closer to the mountain. At first you perfectly understood his nerves and let Thorin have his space, but then he started taking out his frustrations on you.

"Are you even listening to me?" He roars, snapping you out of your thoughts. You roll your eyes so far back into your skull that you could practically see your own brain.

"No, actually. But then again you weren't listening to me either, so I guess we're even, aren't we?" You give him a sugar sweet smile, which only fuels the fire even more.

"You know what your problem is?"

"Oh, please! Enlighten me my wise king, because I clearly missed it! Please. Tell me. What exactly is my problem?" The company silently prays that Thorin wont't answer your question and would just walk away…or better yet, apologize. A collective cringe sweeps over the group of dwarves and poor Bilbo as Thorin, all too happily, tells you exactly what he feels about you.

"For the time that you have travelled with us, you've been nothing but dead weight!" A small gasp leaves your lips but Thorin isn't finished yet. "In fact, the only thing you've been good for has been spreading your legs for me. And even then you just lay there! I would be better off paying a whore!" By the time he's finished, hot tears stream down your cheeks and the whole company, besides Bilbo, Balin, and his nephews, have cleared out of the room. You glare at Thoin, still crying and trembling and feeling humiliated. Lifting your hand, you angrily wipe away your tears and straighten up as best you could.

"Is that really what you think, Thorin? Even after all of the times you told me that you loved me, that you wanted me as your queen, as the mother of your children…you really think that?" The crack in your voice makes Thorin avert his gaze and turn towards the window. "I know the times we were together weren't just meaningless fucks, Thorin. You know that too." He winces at the poison in your voice when that word leaves your lips. You were right, those nights were more than just you and him fucking like animals…but he decided throw that all away with the things he said. "But if you really think that. If you really think that I'm dead weight and nothing but a bed warmer, then I'll take my leave." You quickly make your way to the chair where you hung your cloak and start towards the door. Bilbo calls for you and you stop for just a moment.

"Please…please don't go," Bilbo pleads with you. You look at your friend and give him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry Bilbo…good luck, my friend." Your gaze shoots up to Thorin, who's back is still turned to you. "And good luck to you as well, your majesty," poison drips from your words as you slowly turn away from him and leave, tears streaming down you face.

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You find yourself on a sandy shore a little ways away from Laketown. You hunker down by a small fire you built and bring your knees up to your chest. A few stray tears find their way out of your eyes but you quickly wipe them away.

"Stop crying over him," you scold yourself, burying your face in your knees. "He's not worth it…"

"You're probably right about that." You whip your head around and see Thorin standing there with a blanket. You do your best to glare at him but you just end up squeezing more tears out.

"How did you find me?" You bury your face in your knees again, muffling your voice. You hear his heavy boots crunch in the sand and he sits down next to you. He puts the blanket over your shoulders but you shrug it off, still not looking up. "Answer my question."

"I saw you leave from the window. I followed you," he states plainly, draping the blanket over your shoulders again. You let it stay there this time as he keeps speaking. "Those things I said…I cannot tell you how sorry I am." You peek up at him from your secure spot in your lap and see that he's gazing at you with sincerity in his eyes. You sit up straight and he wipes a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb. "You mean so much to me…and the things I said, I said out of anger. Anger that should not have been directed at you."

"Thorin, you can't just expect me to forgi-" A soft kiss on your lips shuts you up. You pull away but his lips find their way back. "Thorin," you sigh, his kisses now peppering your cheeks and neck.

"I love you," he breathes on your skin. A funny little noise leaves your throat as his tongue flicks out and tastes your skin. "You're my One. My queen. My love." He kisses you lips again and his tongue darts into your mouth and softly caressed yours. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on yours. "I love you. And I'll never forgive myself for what I said to you." He takes your hand and covers it with kisses. "Please say you'll have me again…I cannot complete this quest or live my life without you. Please forgive me." You gaze into his eyes and see nothing but love for you. A small sigh leaves your lips and you kiss his large hand. He immediately cradles your face in his palms and kisses your face feverishly. "Oh my love…my sweet. I'll give you everything you've ever wanted…everything. I swear to you…"

"I want you, Thorin. I only ever wanted you." You press your lips to his and rest your hands on his face, caressing the beard that you love so much. The blanket had now fallen off your shoulders and he takes full advantage of that. He slowly lowers you on your back, pressing his heavy body to yours. His fingers undo the buttons on your blouse and he slides it down your arms and off of you. His hot hands paw at your breasts as he whispers words of love and promise into your ear.

"My sweet love…my gem. I need you…I always have." Your breath quickens and your heart thumps in your chest. Moans escape your lips and his feather-light touch trails down to your skirt and pulls it off, leaving you naked. The sudden cold air on your skin makes you shiver but he holds you close to his body and leaves kisses everywhere, keeping you warm. He sucks and licks your nipple, making you grind into his body and tug at his cloak. Taking the hint, he abandons his activity and quickly rids himself of his clothing. He takes you into his arms and sits you in his lap, kissing your shoulder.

As his naked skin finally touches yours, your hands wander over every inch of his chest and back, feeling his muscles twitch under your touch. His large hands travel down your back and cup your backside, gently squeezing your soft skin. You moans are lost in his thick mane as he takes your earlobe in his mouth and gently nibbles at it. His mouth travels down to your neck and he kisses and sucks the base of your throat.

He lowers you on the blanket once again and he gazes down at you. The light of the fire dances over your skin and makes you glow, taking Thoirn's breath away. He presses a loving kiss to your lips. "Never again. You will never cry like that because of me ever again." He kisses you again and more heat radiates off of his skin. You feel the passion in his kiss and you grind against him, feeling his hardness press against your belly. His hands gently spread your legs and he settles in between them. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. He breaks the kiss and kneels between your legs. His fingers slowly and gently glide down your body, stopping to stroke your wet slit.

"Ah!" You twitch under his touch and a small smile spreads on his face. He loved to see you like this; reacting to his touch so nicely. He kneels down further and kisses the inside of your thigh. His kisses slowly make their way up and he starts to lick at your wetness. Whimpering, you grip his hair, tugging him closer. His tongue flicks your clit and you grind your hips into his face, his beard deliciously scraping your skin. His lips leave your skin for a moment, only to be replaced by a thick finger. You moan loudly as he sinks his thick digit into you and strokes your clit with his thumb. You tug at his hair harder when he puts his mouth on you again. And when his tongue enters you, you moan his name over and over as you ride his face to your orgasm. He rides it out with you and he pulls away when your body relaxes.

He gives you time to recover from your orgasm by slowly kissing up your body. His hands cradle your face as he kisses your lips softly, uttering more words of love against your lips. The both of you live for those gentle whispers, whispers of promise and eternal love. He calls you the moonlight of his life and you tell him he's your starlight. He tells you he is nothing without your love and you silence him with a kiss.

You moan against his lips as he slowly and smoothly enters you. He starts to thrust and you meet his rhythm, scattering kisses all over his face and neck. He lifts your thighs over his hips, driving him deeper into you and making you cry out his name in little whispers that only he could hear. As your walls tighten around him, he thrusts into you faster, trying to make you orgasm before him. He leans down and bites your neck, sending you over the edge. You arch your back, pushing your chest into him and he spills into you.

He slowly lays himself down on top of you and you wrap your arms around his back, enjoying his sweet, heavy weight on you. He kisses the bite on your neck and pulls out of you, shifting himself to be beside you. You scoot closer to his warm body, snuggling in the crook of his neck. The both of you lay there in your after-glow for a while before the cold gets to you. He makes quick work of dressing himself so he could wrap you in the blanket. He takes you in his arms and brings you back to the Master's guesthouse.

He kisses your forehead and you bury your face into his chest as he settles the both of you in bed. You close your eyes and drift to sleep next to your love as he gazes down at you and strokes you hair. His actions slow to a stop as he feels himself grow tired as well and he lays next to you, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you close to his body. He whispers loving words to your sleeping form as he drifts to sleep as well.

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You wake up the next morning with a pair of strong arms around your middle. Slowly, you turn around and see Thorin's blue eyes gazing at you. A smile spreads on your face as you inch closer to him, giving him a small kiss.

"I love you." Your voice was barely a whisper, but he knew what you murmured.

"And I love you, my sweet." The argument from the previous day was forgotten in the sounds of sweet kisses and playful laughter from you and your king.