Ok i am trying to make this as realistic as possible, don't shoot me ;)
Elsa and her daughters went back to their home right after lunch and Brann gave them new salves and something to eat for the carpenter. Thorin was finished with his work in the smithy for the day and wondered what to do for the rest of the day. Brann involunterily helped him with the decision.
'I need to get new herbs, some bark and moss. Its getting warmer and I can collect the things I need rather than buy them on the market.' Brann told her husband. 'I'll be back in a few hours.'
'You are leaving Bree?' Thorin asked alarmed. He did not like his wife striding through the forest alone and at the mercy of the ranger and his comrades. 'You are not going alone.' in his worry he made his tone sound rougher than he wanted to.
'Is that an order again? I am none of your subjects, Thorin.' Brann frowned at the dwarf.
'You are my wife and you will do as I say.' Thorin growled and walked closer to Brann.
Brann straightened her back and met Thorin half the way. 'Try and make me.'
Thorins eyes widened of anger, but then he felt his blood starting to boil. He reached out for her face and his heart twiched painfully as he saw her blink, probably awaiting a blow. She did not totally trust him and he could not blame her. Taking a deep breath he took another step towards her and grabbed her by the neck. His hold was firm, but not painful and Brann did not struggle. Thorins other hand grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, so that her body was pressed against his.
'I will not let you go...alone.' Thorin whispered hoarsely and pulled her down onto his lips. This time their kiss was hard and hungry. Brann forgot all her doubts and her anger as Thorin plundered her mouth. Her hands lay above his, firstly wanting to push him back and now clinging him like a drowning person. Her knees nearly buckled as Thorin broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, their noses touching.
'May I join you?' Thorin asked and surprised Brann with his intent.
She had to clear her throat before speaking. 'Of course, but don't you have to work?'
Thorin shook his head. 'All done for today.' he parted from her and walked around the table to grab her coat. 'Lets go woman.'
Brann smiled and managed to catch the coat before she followed her husband out of their home.
Brann took a deep breath as she walked out the gates of Bree at Thorins side. They had seen the ranger and two of his comrades on the outlook of the gates and all of a sudden Brann was thankful for Thorins presence. She firmly grabbed his hand and felt comfort as he looked at her reassuringly.
'What is the ranger still doing here?' Brann asked Thorin who frowned deeply.
'Some of the rangers will stay here to support the city guards. It seems that there have been some incidents which require their additional presence.' Thorin explained and saw Brann wince.
'I do not want him here, he scares me.' Brann murmured and Thorin looked at her in surprise. He had been under the impression that the ranger had made a positive impresion on his wife. Now he realised that he had been wrong all along.
'He will not come near you if you don't want it.' Thorin assured his wife.
Quickly they managed to get out of sight of the city walls and walked through the woods in search for the herbs and bark Brann needed. Thorin and Brann walked through the woods and along a small river, enjoying the peace and quiet of their surroundings. On their way back in the silence of the peaceful woods Brann remembered when she had looked for herbs in the forest near Moria. They had been ambushed by orcs and she and Thorin had gotten close for the first time as he had rushed to hers and Balins rescue. Suddenly Brann felt a cold shiver and turned around. There was nobody behind them, Thorin was walking in front of her. But Brann had the feeling of being watched. Shivering lightly she only wanted to return home.
As they returned to Bree it was shortly after dawn. The rangers supporting the city guards at the gate were unknown to them and both were relieved to not meet the ranger who had set an eye on Brann. He was probably back in some tavern, drinking and bragging. The fire in their home had nearly burned down completely and Brann quickly filled the fireplace with firewood to warm the house. Thorin saw that his wife was freezing and walked over to her to take her into his arms. They sat down in the huge armchair in front of the fire and Thorin pulled Brann onto his lap. Relishing in the warmth of his body Brann cuddled up against Thorins chest and sighed deeply. After a while she remembered that she still had to look after the carpenter and bring his family some food.
'I have to visit the carpenter and his family and bring them dinner.' Brann murmured and felt Thorin hum as his chest vibrated from the sound.
'Hurry up.' Thorin mumbled and Brann sat back to look into his sleepy eyes.
'All the fresh air has made you tired.' Brann smiled. 'You should have left the mountain more often.'
'Nonsense.' Thorin murmured, but he knew that his wife was right. Spending half the day under the open sky really had exhausted him although he felt strangely at peace. All he wanted to do at the moment was sleep, but he would wait for Brann to join them in their bed. 'Shall I bring you?'
Brann shook her head. 'Its just across the street. I'll hurry, you can eat something while I'm gone. I will eat over there after I have looked after the carpenters hand.'
Thorin nodded and let go of his wife reluctantly. He watched her pack a few things and leave with a last glance and smile at him. It had been a nice day. Thorin felt as if he and Brann really made a progress in their relationship. Today he had felt her longing for him in their kisses. He could feel her body ache for his touch everytime he got close to her and he felt his own body react to her closeness. Sighing deeply Thorin leaned back and stared into the flames. He had been burdened with the responsibility over the dwarves of Erebor while he had been grieving the loss of his grandfather, father, brother and brother in law, as well as countless of dwarves who had fought with him in battle. He had not been in peace since the surviving dwarves had arrived in the Blue Mountains. But he was feeling more at ease now. He decided to close his eyes for just a short moment. This was how Brann found him as she returned.
'You haven't eaten yet?' Brann asked quietly as she closed the door. Thorin was still sitting in the armchair like he had when she had left.
'I am not hungry.' Thorin opened his sleepy eyes and watched his wife peel out of her coat. She did not take her eyes of him and Thorin felt shivers run down his spine. Brann slowly walked over to her husband and Thorin could see the determined look in her eyes.
Before he could say another word Brann kicked of her boots and opened the laces of her dress to let the dress flow down her body. Clad in her white undergarment she moved closer to Thorin and felt his gaze moving over her body. Her heart was racing as she let her undergarment slip from her shoulders. The white fabric slid over her shoulders and flowed around her waist. Brann continued walking towards Thorin and stopped as soon as the dress had slid to the floor. Thorins eyes widened as if wife stood before him, naked and also blushing shyly. Her hair covered her shoulders and her breasts and Thorin could not tear his gaze away from her soft curves and the hairy triangle between her legs. He reached out for her and pulled her close, so that she was standing in front of him, so near that he could touch her without standing up. Thorin slowly reached out for her, he dared not touch her too eagerly, for her feared to destroy the moment.
Brann felt his hesitation and moved between his legs. 'Touch me, Thorin.' she asked him and smiled nervously as Thorin glanced at her to assure himself that he had heard her correctly.
His callous fingers moved over her skin, over her belly and her thighs in light brushes, only the tips of his fingers trailed over her hot skin. The flames of the fireplace threw shadows over her skin and Thorin could not remember seeing something more beautiful ever.
Branns stomach twisted violently as Thorins fingers trailed over her body. She watched as his gaze followed the trail of his fingers.
Thorin leaned forward to the edge of the armchair and gently grabbed Branns waist. Her hands rested on his shoulders and her breath went erraticaly. Her flat stomach heaved with every one of her deep breaths. Placing his hands on her sides Thorin leaned into her until his lips touched her belly. Branns grip on his shoulder tightened and her head fell back in delight as his lips touched her skin. Thorin trailed kisses from her belly, over her side and back again, making her gasp. He nuzzled her navel with his long nose and made her chuckle lightly.
'You are beautiful.' he whispered against her skin. Brann moved her hands into his mane and tugged at it as she felt Thorins tongue on her navel. A deep moan crossed her lips and she arched her back pressing her body against Thorins lips. Thorin growled quietly as he heard her moan and looked up into her eyes, his beard scratching the sensitive skin over her belly. Branns eyes were dark and clouded and her lips were slightly parted. Slowly she pushed Thorin back into the armchair and sat down on his lap, straddling him. She had no idea how to proceed and looked at her husband questioningly. Thorin smiled and pulled her close for a kiss, while one of his hands moved down to her bottom, carefully pushing her closer. He could not stop stroking her soft skin and felt his growing erection painfully pressing against his trousers. Brann was so slender and soft that Thorin had to refrain from touching her too passionately. He knew that hew as much stronger than she was and he did not want to hurt her. Thorin unexpectantly liked the gentle and gentle affection from Branns side and did nothing to rush her. He had never taken so much time to please a woman, since he usually was too unpatient and to hotblooded for such gentle affection. But Brann was different, she awoke the softer side of the hard and griefstruck dwarf and Thorin felt at peace at her side.
'Brann.' he whispered between the kisses.
'Mmmhhh?' Brann did not even bother breaking the kiss and made Thorin smirk.
'If you keep this up I won't be able to stop.' Thorin told her and held her hands in place.
'Then don't.' Brann smiled and struggled against his grip. She did not know if she was ready for him, but she wanted to please him as his wife.
But Thorin knew that his young wife wasn't ready to take the final step, although he had a hard time concentrating.
'All in good time, love.' he groaned and almost regretted his decision as he saw her face.
'You do not want me.' Branns expression was one of utter disappointment.
Thorin cocked an eyebrow at her and took her hand, guiding it between his legs. Brann gasped as he pressed her palm against his throbbing and meanwhile stonehard erection.
'This is how much I want you.' Thorin groaned hoarsely.
Brann looked at him shyly and as Thorin thought that she might pull away she moved her other hand down to open the laces of his trousers.
'There are other ways I can please you.' Brann stated quietly. She had often heard women in her old village talk about it, but now that she actually had to do it herself she was insecure. As she freed Thorins manhood from the fabric Brann hesitated at its impressive girth. She had seen many naked men already, mostly when they had been wounded and needed treatment, but that had been different. Carefully she closed her fist around Thorins erection and heard him hiss quietly. Brann slowly moved her fist upwards and then down again and trailed her thumb over the silky tip before letting it slide back down with the rest of her hand. She repeated the movement a few times and Thorin nearly went insane under her soft touch. Crushing their lips together in a fierce kiss Thorin cupped Branns hand around his erection and guided it.
'Harder my love.' Thorin groaned between the kisses and moaned deeply as Brann quickened her pace and her grip became more firm.
Brann felt Thorin thrust his hips upwards and tried to adjust her moves to his thrusts. As Thorins head fell back against the armchair Brann started nibbling her way along his jaw, over his beard and down the skin over his throat.
Thorin melted under his wifes touch, he felt incredibly hot and close to his release. As he felt Branns soft lips on his skin he let go and a hot white stream shot over his and Branns hands. Panting heavily Thorin cupped Branns face and kissed every inch he could reach. He slowly tried to standup, but his knees buckled and he only managed to fall on his knees and gently lay Brann down on the single fur in front of the fireplace. Taking off his shirt he cleaned himself and Brann before tossing the fabric away. He leaned over Brann, slowly moving his hand up her side and carefully cupping her breast. Bran gasped nervously and Thorin reminded himself to move gently. He circled around her nipples with the callous tips of his fingers, smiling as they reacted to his touch. As he moved his palm over them Brann arched her back in delight, silently begging him to continue. Thorin leaned down to kiss her and continued massaging her breasts. Branns hands moved through Thorins hair, keeping them from falling between their faces. As Thorin nibbled down the soft skin of her neck Brann could not hold back a moan, which made Thorins manhood twich in newly arousal.
'Woman, you will be the death of me.' Thorin whispered as his lips joined his hands and made Brann cry out quietly. He licked and sucked at the nipples, feeling Brann becoming undone under his hands. Trailing wet kisses down her body Thorin moved to the triangle of soft curls between her legs.
'There is your hair.' he commented and made Brann laugh quietly. As he kissed and licked the skin over her curls Brann moaned more loudly and lifted her hips to meet his lips. Thorin gently spread Branns legs and focused his attention on her thighs before pausing and looking up to his inexperienced wife. 'I will not hurt you.' he promised her and Brann nodded while watching Thorin lower his head between her legs. She was about to ask what he was doing as his lips met her folds and Brann let out a surprised cry. She pulled back out of reflex and Thorin gently held her in place by grabbing her thighs. With a smirk he started licking her folds and Brann could not decide wether she was embarassed or turned on by his ministrations.
'Relax.' Thorin mumbled and waited till he felt Brann go limp in his arms. 'You will like it.'
He let his tongue trail over her folds and the small sensitive pearl and tasted her wetness mixing with his saliva. As he plunged his tongue into her warmth Brann cried out in surprising pleasure.
She had never felt anything like this before. Brann felt as if she was burning out from the inside and Thorins lips and tongue showed her pleasures she had never felt before. Her whole body was aching for him and her abdomen twisted under everyone of Thorins kisses and licks. As his tongue entered her she cried out of pleasure and tugged at his hair, pulling him even closer to her. Thorin chuckled lightly and continued pushing his tongue in and out of her warmth, making her tugg at his hair even more. The slight pain made him more eager for her and with a last lick over her pearl and one more thrust he send her over the edge in a powerful orgasm. Thorin pulled back and looked down at the beautiful young woman sprawling underneath him, panting erratically. His member was already halfway ready again, but Thorin did not want to rush anything.
'I told you that you would like it.' Thorin smirked at Brann and leaned on his elbow to watch his wifes breath calming down. His free hand moved over body and Brann purred under his touch.
'Can we do that again?' she asked and gave Thorin a sheepish smile.
Chuckling quietly Thorin laid down beside his wife and pulled her close. 'Anytime my love, anytime.'