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Honestly, Bilbo is extremely thankful that they've found time to rest. Lake-town has been surprisingly accommodating to let them stay for as long as they need (although Bilbo is sure that has something to do with promises of riches from the mountain). Running from spiders, Elves, Orcs, with very little time to stop, has left him more exhausted than he thought it ever would.

There had been a bit of a predicament, though. There were only enough rooms and beds for about half of them, so they had to double up. This is how it came to be that he and Thorin were sharing a space, and even though Thorin had tried to say he was fine sleeping on the floor, Bilbo insisted that they share the bed. It was big enough for the two of them, and he was rather small, anyways.

Still...

Still, poor Bilbo had been evaluating just exactly what his feelings for Thorin Oakenshield were, and had come to the surprising conclusion that he had affection for him. And sharing a bed did little to quell that. Especially when, somehow, in the middle of the night, Bilbo woke up to Thorin's arm draped over him, holding him close.

Oh, gods...he wiggles a little, then taps Thorin's arm. It's not like he's opposed to it, but this is so embarrassing! It's almost too much for him to bear! "Thorin!" he whispers, tapping his arm again. "Thorin, wake up--"

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I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. / From Thorin

Deathless || Accepting

"And I think you're being rather dramatic."

Bilbo sniffs, a small frown appearing on his face. Thank all the gods that Thorin is alive, wounded, but alive. Gandalf had warned Bilbo to prepare himself, should he not wake up. Thankfully, Bilbo didn't have to grieve, didn't have to mourn the loss of him when he barely even had him to begin with.

They have so much to talk about, to apologize for. He knows he shouldn't have gone behind Thorin's back with the Arkenstone, but what else was he supposed to do? Give it to Thorin and let it drive him to the point of no return? So he sighs, gingerly taking Thorin's hand in his own. He feels like he hasn't slept in days, instead just sitting next to Thorin and hoping for the best.

"...What I told you in Lake-Town still rings true, Thorin. Even after everything." Even after the gold sickness, even after being dangled over the ramparts. He could never stay mad at Thorin, especially after almost losing him. "We can talk about it later, if you want, but you need to rest now, and...I'm not going anywhere until you've recovered."

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[ hair & lean ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the face, and lean in slowly for a kiss. // For Thorin

The intimacy of hands || Accepting

Bilbo is nervous. Nervous but also...excited.

He had been there when Thorin went through his coronation, of course, but because they weren't married, he wasn't a part of it. It never really occurred to Bilbo that, when they finally did get married after his return, that he'd have to go through his own. Their marriage was a month ago, and thank goodness they at least waited so Bilbo could have time to breathe, but still...

But still, he's just a little hobbit, and if anyone had told him some years ago that he'd be marrying a dwarf king and becoming his consort, he would've laughed! These things are grand events, especially since a dwarf king and consort hadn't been crowned in so, so long. People from all corners of Middle Earth were to attend, and Bilbo feels like he might be sick.

He stares at his reflection in the mirror, thinking he looks so unlike himself. The royal garments were custom made, as even a wealthy hobbit had never owned anything so nice. No expense had been spared for this. He absently tugs at the cape clasped around his neck, and he turns to face Thorin with a shaky laugh.

"I feel ridiculous, Thorin," he says, although it's more from anxiety than anything else. The thought of going out there alone to be crowned with all those eyes on him sends his heart rate skyrocketing, even if Balin went through it with him a million times before now. "Look at me: do I even look worthy of all this?"

He takes another deep breath, then Thorin approaches him, looking at him with such an intense stare that it makes his knees quake (in a good way). A hand comes up, pushing a stray curl out of Bilbo's eyes, and the kiss he receives after is one meant to reassure.

He's not alone. Not really. It'll be over before he knows it.

So he looks back at his reflection, then nods, taking one of Thorin's hands and squeezing it. "I think I'm ready," he murmurs, grinning a little. "Just one more grand adventure, isn't it?"

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[ PUBLIC ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  somewhere  public. // this one is SO FUNNY DO YOUR WORST LMFAO

Sunday funday || Accepting

So maybe...just maybe, he had pushed Thorin a little too far. It's been all day, subtle brushes of the hand, making Thorin lean down to whisper his desires in his ear, all of the things that would drive his dear, dear Thorin to the brink of insanity. They've been so busy the past week, anyways, such is the life of a king and his consort, so Bilbo isn't really sorry for it. Not in the slightest. But that's how he finds himself in such a precarious situation now.

Someone's likely to walk in at any time, but that's what makes it all the more thrilling, isn't it? They've hardly even taken their clothes off, things moved over and taken off just enough to get to what matters. Bilbo is in his lap, moaning right into Thorin's ear as he takes him there on the throne. His nails dig into his shoulders, his whole face flushed red. It's entirely too warm, but there's nothing to be done about it now. "Thorin, Th-Thorin, don't stop, please--"

He's urging seems to spur Thorin on, and while they've been moving in sync, Thorin's hips snap up in such a way that makes Bilbo gasp and shudder. "Hh--ahh--keep doing that a-and..and we're not going to be here m-much longer, love," he manages to stutter out, pressing their foreheads together. "You feel so, so good, oh, Thorin, yes--"

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