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THE COURSTHIP OF THE SPARROW-HAWK
Chapter 4 – Vulgar
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"Kiss me" Ed Sheeran
Kili's warm mouth smoothed around hers and Eila could hear the intake of breath through his nose, inciting something sharp and fiery inside of her. And then his hands slid to her ribs and around her back so slowly she wasn't sure he'd ever get around to holding her, driving her need to explore this mysterious new pleasure of being close to him.
She continued to kiss him and nipped at his lower lip playfully, when her hands suddenly had a mind of their own and stroked along his jawline, scratching softly at the hairs of his beard. Kili's gasp in her mouth told her that it had affected him strongly and she felt his hands reach up to gently take her wrists—and lowering her hands from his face, he pulled away from her mouth with a grin.
"Not the beard. Not yet," he said breathlessly. "Not sure you can handle the reaction." He smirked.
"Maybe I can," Eila grinned with a raised eyebrow, taking a step back, but keeping one of her hands in his.
She had thought Kili would have answered with a playful grin of his own, but he fixed her with a serious expression as though assessing her honesty. "I'll leave that up to you."
"Thank you," Eila said appreciatively, though she felt like smacking herself—was this the only marriage in history that had started off with the wife begging the husband for their marital rights? Perhaps not, but it certainly wasn't common. "But remember: I mean what I say."
Kili swallowed and took in a tremulous breath. "Then say it so that I know what you mean."
She might have been affronted that he would ask her to name her desire so openly, but she understood that he only meant to ask for her permission. He'd been so careful in their time together, assuring her that nothing would happen between them until she was ready. And she knew without a doubt that the time was now.
Eila shut her eyes, wondering how on Middle-Earth she was going to summon words.
"You're frightened," Kili raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles before patting her hand and sighing. "We'll wait."
"No," She groaned in exasperation. "I'm not frightened of you, I—" Eila plucked up enough courage to look into his face. "I'm not frightened, I promise. But you just asked me to say it aloud and I'm not accustomed to voicing something so… well, my elders would call it vulgar."
"Vulgar, eh?" Kili grinned in mischief, obviously relieved that it wasn't him she was hesitant about. "And what would you call it, my lady dwarf?"
Oh, Mahal, how he saw through her. She'd had to work so carefully at guarding her personality from watching eyes, hiding it in the name of propriety—but this Prince would have none of that! And she loved him for it.
She couldn't stop herself from raising a brow and grinning deviously at him. "I might describe my lord as an untamed stallion, wild and free, and in need of the right rider."
A choking noise left Kili's mouth as he absorbed the innuendo and he sputtered a moment before speaking again. "Mahal…"
"Perhaps this isn't a conversation for hallways," She winked at him before taking his hand and leading him toward their chamber. He stumbled after her for a moment and then seemed to find his footing and threw a hand at the door to shut it behind them.
"I had no idea my lady could be so playful. If I had known and we had courted beforehand, there might have been trouble." Kili said before she silenced him with a kiss, pressing his back against the door with a thump. She could feel his hands resting on her shoulders and one of them began to drag her sleeve down with it, exposing her shoulder.
Oh, no, not that.
Before Eila could pull the sleeve up again, Kili had opened his eyes—probably to admire the exposed skin—and was staring at the fading bruise on her bicep.