Meant to Be More - Final
Author’s note: It took two damn years and no one asked for it but here it is, the final part. Feedback is always welcome!
Here is all about these two to refresh the memory. Warnings: Mature content. Super soft smut.
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It was early morning, the sun was shining through the open window and a gentle breeze made its way through the room; a beautiful calm morning. Evelin was basking in the silence surrounding her and she rested her head in her palm, gazing at the sleeping figure next to her.
Mine.
She thought to herself, biting her lip with a small smile.
All mine.
Her husband.
How d i s g u s t i n g.
She giggled softly and brought her head down to rest on the pillow, watching Bard breathe in and out peacefully. They had been married for a month now. He had actually made an honest woman out of her and Evelin almost wanted to kick him right out bed for it; how dare he. She gently let her finger trace down his face and delicately moved the hair covering parts of it out of the way.
They had finally kissed two years ago before getting rudely interrupted by dwarves and then an untimely war. They had let it all out, finally ‘fessed up. It had been such a relief to admit it. And though Bard had wanted them to walk back in town holding hands, they had to smuggle in dwarves instead and try not to die in the battle that thankfully, had been won.
She remembered the day before the storm so well as they prepped with King Thranduil to wage a war on Thorin Oakenshield and his company if he didn’t honor his word -- a war that had quickly become much more than that. Evelin had left that stuffy tent and its tension and stormed towards one of the quieter and empty halls in the ruins of Dale. Bard had followed.
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“It’s getting too much for you?” he asked her, his tone quiet as she paced.
“I don’t like it. Thorin isn’t right in the mind. We should be going about this differently than trying to force his hand.” she replied with a scowl. “Despite your reservations towards the dwarves, I like them.”
He chuckled. “You like them because they’re troublemakers like you.”
She gave him a small smile. “I do like the misfits.”
He walked over to her and pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her tightly and she closed her eyes, sinking into his warm body. “Since that day, all we’ve gotten are stolen kisses and barely touches.” he murmured in her ear, kissing it softly and she chuckled.
“Well, we were attacked by a dragon, killed said dragon, became homeless, and now we’re trying to prevent a war.” she replied, resting her chin on his chest, looking up at him. “That tends to put damper on things.”
“Sadly.” he agreed and smiled down at her before leaning in and kissing her lips softly. “Why is it after we finally try to be a couple, there’s a war?”
“I think the universe is trying to give us a sign.” Evelin replied with a laugh.
“Signs are what you make of them.” Bard refuted, kissing her once more and she grinned.
“How about the fact that there’s an empty bedroom just a few feet away from us?” She said with a raised brow, the grin still on her face. “What kind of a sign would that be to you?”
They both turned their heads and glanced at the abandoned room before looking back at each other.
“I’d take that as an excellent one.”
Evelin laughed as Bard pulled her toward the room but the laugh died in her throat as the history of the room stood in front of them. The two glanced at each other once more then slowly walked in together, taking in all the details of the room: the dust covering every inch of it, the ripped curtain, the shattered window behind it, the table knocked over and the untouched bed. Evelin’s hands reached out and touched the blanket covering the bed as Bard reached and up righted the table. The two looked at each other again, then Evelin held her hand out and pulled him closer, the two sitting on the bed, sending dust into the air.
“I wonder what their lives were like,” Evelin quietly spoke. “The people who lived here.”
“Full. And colorful.” Bard replied with a small smile. “At least that’s what I imagined hearing about how wonderful Dale had been.”
“Is that what you see for us now?” she asked. “For our people?”
Bard’s small smile remained on his face as he looked down at his hands. “Yes…I’ve let myself imagine us rebuilding the city and restoring it to it’s greatness. I’ve imagine what it would be like to feel safe, full…what it would be like for this city to return to its richness.”
Evelin smiled and reached out for his hand and intertwined her fingers in his. “That’s a wonderful image…I’m sure the masses would follow your lead.”
“With you by my side?” he asked softly.
“There would be no place I’d rather be.”
He chuckled and pulled her closer till the only distance was the inches between their lips and Bard closed it with an urgent kiss that Evelin gladly leaned into. He cupped her face gently, deepening the kiss as the reality of their situation hit him and he never wanted to let go. Evelin’s fingers latched onto the front of his tunic, gently biting his lip with a whimper. Bard grinned into the kiss, giving a last firm peck then pulling back.
“Having naughty thoughts, Evelin dear?”
“We might die later so it’s now or never.” She replied and he rolled his eyes.
“Talk about putting a damper on things.” He said with a snort and she grinned.
“Your boner says otherwise, dear.”
“You tend to have that impact on me, dear. No matter the situation.”
“How did you control yourself all these years?”
“I thought about the day you slipped and fell in the mudslide next to the pig’s den. That usually killed it.”
Evelin’s eyes turned to slits as she glared at him and Bard let out a laugh as she punched him.
“You asshole.”
“I’m your asshole now.” He retorted.
She snorted. “I’ll pass on the offer, thank you.”
“Technically speaking, you’re my asshole as well.” He said, a hand on his chin in thought. “So that makes us even.”
“You know what? I’m too much for you. You don’t deserve me.” She said, sticking her tongue out and standing up to leave when he grabbed her arm, pulling her back down on the bed with a chuckle. He gently pushed her on her back and held back another grin as she crossed her arms across her chest.
“You are too much for me and I most definitely don’t deserve you.” He said quietly, his lips on her neck, leaving butterfly kisses. “But I love it. I love you.”
“Yeah. I love me too. I’m my biggest fan.” She replied and bit her lip at the sensation of his breath and lips on her neck, trying to ignore his chuckle.
“Don’t be cheap with your affection now. As you said, we might die later.”
Bard paused and looked at her and Evelin wanted to melt at the love in his eyes. No one had ever looked at her like that.
“I had many years to think about how I would have you when I did. Many years where I pictured how I’d caress and kiss every single inch of your body.” He spoke so softly and Evelin’s heart fluttered as her cheeks uncharacteristically heated. “I’ve thought where I’d like to have you and the many ways I would make you moan my name. So, you can understand why here, can’t be the place for us to…dive into each other.”
Evelin was ready to combust. She was sure she had. Her hands shook slightly as she ran her hands through his hair and she nodded, acknowledging his confession.
“I’ve…I’ve thought about it too.” She whispered and Bard smiled softly. “I’ve thought about how you were the only person I’d ever want to be that vulnerable with. I’ve thought about how and where I’d want you touching me then how and where I’d want to touch you. I’ve thought about the way we would share everything at that moment, our bodies, our feelings, our lives.”
Bard’s head fell down to rest in the crook of her neck as she continued running her fingers through his hair. He let out a shaky breath. “You’re making this harder on me not to ravish you right here, right now.”
She chuckled then pulled his head up and planted a tender kiss on his lips. “I want us to have all the time in the world when we get to that moment. So we will wait.” she said then gave him a cheeky grin. “But I won’t make it easy on you.”
He groaned and she laughed. “You’re a wicked woman.”
“I’m your wicked woman.” Evelin corrected and Bard grinned.
“I suppose that’s an upgrade from being my asshole.” he said with a shrug and Evelin laughed, swatting him.
“But you’re still my asshole. No take backs.”
“Fine. But only if you kiss me again.” He said giving her a sly grin and Evelin rolled her eyes with a smile before pulling his face down and crashing their lips together. Bard pressed his body against hers as the kiss deepened and Evelin gave a small moan in response that had him groaning.
“This is going to kill me.” he muttered, breaking the kiss and Evelin let out a breathless giggle.
“You know what this means, right?”
“Hm?”
“You better not die if this war ends up happening.” she threatened. “Or I’ll bring you back to life just to kill you again.”
“Fair enough. I’ll hold you to the same promise then.”
~
Evelin watched her husband now and crinkled her nose.
Luckily, neither of them had died in the war. They both had their fair share of bruises and cuts but alive and well. Most importantly, the Bardlings were safe as well. Bard and Evelin’s reunion had been a quick one at that time. A kiss that caused a few wolf whistles but then the aftermath of what had happened in the battle took over them. Exhaustion followed. Restoration of their broken city followed that.
In the midst of it all, Bard was named King and he had gotten down on one knee instantly to declare Evelin as his one and only Queen, much to the agreement and satisfaction of their people.
“Will you have me? For better or for worse?” he had asked.
“I’m all yours.” she had replied, silver lining her eyes. “For better or for worse and in every lifetime afterwards.”
She bit her lip remembering how that night had been the night they had finally become one. It had started slow and sensual. Layers of clothing were discharged to the floor and the two explored each other. Evelin remembered the feeling of running her hands across Bard’s bare chest for the first time and then lower. She remembered the feeling of him groaning as she touched him for the first time and how he crumbled under her touch.
But if Bard had crumbled under her touch, it was nothing to what his touch had done to her.
Evelin remembered how his eyes had hungrily drunk in the image of her naked body, how for the first time in her entire life she actually knew what the word shy meant. She had blushed so badly and Bard would never let her live it down; he thrived on her blush. But then his calloused hands had started running down her body, touching and caressing and she wondered at the time if that’s what it felt time to die and go to heaven.
Her ex-fiance had shown her a nice time when they were together but Bard...Bard knew exactly what he was doing. When he had finally started kissing every inch of her body that he could and went down, Evelin wasn’t sure she would make it. Until his head was between her legs and his tongue got the first taste of her and she had absolutely shattered.
The two had spent that night exploring every inch of each other and if the build up had indicated anything, it was that that when he thrust into her for the first time, the two of them would never be able to imagine pleasure in any other form.
Evelin blinked then her lips formed a smirk. Her husband was still dozing but those memories of their first night together were giving her all kinds of feelings now.
She quietly sat up, the blanket that had been covering her slid down, revealing her nakedness. She leaned down and softly placed a kiss on her King’s lips but he only murmured in his sleep. She grinned.
Very carefully, Evelin pulled down the blanket off Bard then leaned down and started leaving feather-like kisses on his jaw, moving down to his neck, and then left a trail of kisses on his stomach when he shifted. Evelin paused and watched his face scrunch up in his sleep before he relaxed again, mumbling incoherently. She giggled and propped herself on her side, her body leaning into Bard’s as her hand slid down and gently wrapped around his shaft, pumping slowly.
“My handsome King.” She whispered, a delighted expression on her face as she felt him hardened under her touch. A low groan escaped his lips and she watched his face scrunch up again, still asleep.
“Are you having dirty dreams about me, baby?” she whispered in his ear and she felt him shift under her hand that had picked up the pace, her thumb now rubbing around the head. “Are you dreaming about all the fun things we do?”
His hips bucked and Bard shifted in his sleep again, the incoherent mumbling back and Evelin grinned. She stopped her hand, feeling the pre-cum coat her fingers that she brought down to her own heated core now. Biting her lip, Evelin let her fingers work on her bundle of nerves, holding back her moan as she gazed at her sleeping husband; lust had taken over her entire being.
Pausing, Evelin quickly leaned in and planted another kiss on her husband’s lips and then carefully straddled him. She positioned herself over his member, once again wrapped her hand around him and gently pumped, before aligning him to her opening and slowly sliding down.
The moan she held back earlier escaped her lips and Evelin cursed; she really needed him to wake up. Placing her hands on his chest, Evelin slowly started rocking her hips to get a rhythm going as Bard shifted once more in his sleep, a ragged breath slipping from his lips. She started off slow, steady, relishing in the feeling of him filling her then leaned down, pecking Bard’s lips.
“Wake up, husband dear.” she whispered, pulling his hands to her hips as she moved against him gingerly. “Your wife needs you.”
Bard jerked and shot up quickly causing Evelin to yelp and hold onto his shoulders tightly before whimpering at the deeper angle this gave her body.
“What the bloody hell is --- oh.” he said and blinked. Evelin bit her lip, letting out a giggle.
“Good morning.” she whispered then kissed his lips again.
“Good morning, indeed.” he replied, a sleepy smile on his face.
“Took you long enough to wake up. I wondered how far I’d have to go.” Evelin said, running her fingers through his hair. Bard let out a soft growl at the sensation, bringing his lips to her neck and kissing softly.
“You wicked woman.” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist as he sat up properly causing them both to let out noises of pleasure. “Trying to take advantage of me while I sleep.”
“Correction, I was trying to surprise you.” Evelin said, starting to roll her hips again, bringing her lips down to his jaw and kissing. “Surprise.”
Bard chuckled breathlessly and thrust up, earning him a ragged moan from Evelin. “What a beautiful surprise, dear.”
He lowered his head and planted soft kisses on her neck as their bodies found a matching pace and moved together. Bard let his thrusts match Evelin’s hip rolls as she rode him and he watched her expressions with delight, marveling at how this beautiful woman was here, in his bed, his wife, making love to him. Her soft moans and whines were bringing him to the edge quicker than he wanted and Bard knew she was getting close as well.
Bringing his arms tighter around her, he quickly flipped them over and pulled out of Evelin before slamming back deeply into her. She let out a cry of pleasure and her nails dug deep into his back as he hammered home.
“Bard -- I’m close.” she panted out, a whimper following the confession.
“Wait for me, darling.” He said, his own groan following. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and his fingers found their way to her clit, rubbing to the pace of his thrusts. The room became filled with the sound of their bodies joining, swearing, and moans from both.
“You’re the most -- beautiful thing I’ve ever had the privilege to be near.” he rasped in her ear, thrusting harder as his need for release came closer and Evelin groaned in response.
“Damn -- right, you old man. You’re lucky I love you.” she replied with a breathless laugh, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, wanting to be closer. She whined softly and Bard grinned before claiming her lips with his and the two fell over the edge together, claimed by their climaxes.
It took them most of the morning, rotating between hard and fast then soft and slow before they were able to stop touching each other; they’d been almost interrupted one too many times. Now, they were back to basking in the silence surrounding them. Evelin was laying on her stomach, watching Bard who was propped up on his side, watching her.
“I love you.” Bard whispered, looking at her tenderly.
Despite the blush on her cheeks, Evelin scrunched her nose playfully. “Ew, gross.”
Bard laughed. “We’re married.” he said incredulously, leaning closer to her. She grinned widely then turned her body closer to his, pulling his face to hers and kissing him gently.
“Ew.” she said softly, her eyes drinking him in adoringly. “Gross.”
“You’re unbelievable.” he mumbled fondly.
“Unbelievably in love with you.” she whispered and Bard smiled.
“Ew.” he said.
“Gross.” she replied.
They had spent years denying themselves of this. There had been a time where a long hug wasn’t allowed between them because it would open the door to a cascade of feelings that neither were ready to deal with. Now, they had faced death together and came back swords swinging.
He was a King and she was a Queen. Her King, His Queen.
They may have started out as friends, but they were always meant to be more.
