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'I want the K'
12: Chest Kiss
Her eyes fixed on his, holding a shyness that was rather unlike her. For a moment Tauriel was still, then reaching out, she undid the top fastenings of his robe, and stepping closer, pressed a series of gentle kisses to his chest, finishing with one over his heart.
"You hit your head and you've been out for two days."
Tauriel’s eyes widened in shock. “Two days?” Her expression was nothing short of horrified. “What have I missed?” she asked, wincing slightly as she pushed herself to sit up. “I will be quite alright to patrol again tomorrow,” she added insistently.
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Tauriel gasped when she felt her back hit the wall, her eyes widening for a moment as the king's lips met her own, then slowly her eyes fluttered shut as she relaxed. When the kiss ended, she looked curiously up at him, her brow furrowing in confusion. "My lord?" she asked quietly. "What...what was that for?"
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11: gentle kiss
Almost cautiously, she placed a hand on each of the king's cheeks, her eyes seeking out his as she simply gazed up at him for a moment, not thinking for a second about her actions or what consequences they may hold. Then rising up onto her toes, she pressed a tender kiss to his lips, lingering their for a moment before pulling back, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"that’s dirty"
"I’m gonna be sore in the morning."
“I don’t want you to see me like this.”
Tauriel could understand that quite well, being rather the same way herself. But even so, she could not help but worry for the king. Drawing cautiously closer to him, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "My lord, is there anything I can do to help? I cannot just leave you like this..."
"Are you pregnant?"
Tauriel's eyes widened at the question. She bit her lip, turning to look nervously up at the king, her feet shifting uncomfortably. "Wh-what makes you ask that, my lord?" she asked.
"Wait! Stop!"
Throas frowned irritated, flicking a gaze over his shoulder as he heard the familiar voice. “What? Uh… okay? But why?” he asked, pausing in his quick pace as requested.
