Oh Thorin. You are not his king. Bilbo's smile is an answer to that
particular sentiment, but the dwarf is allowed to falsely misinterpret it.
He'll say no word otherwise as small fingers trail over the seam down the
front of Thorin's trousers. "I aim to please you tonight," Bilbo replies,
another kiss having come and gone. "And every night. Until you or life
tires of me."
Go one, Thorin. Remember how very small and weak hobbits are. Remember
that he will not be with you forever. That way, when he outlasts his kind,
you'll be forever in his pocket.
And the Ring will seek out it's true master through you.
"But enough talk. I'd like to be out of these clothes."
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Date: 2013-07-16 11:52 am (UTC)Oh Thorin. You are not his king. Bilbo's smile is an answer to that particular sentiment, but the dwarf is allowed to falsely misinterpret it. He'll say no word otherwise as small fingers trail over the seam down the front of Thorin's trousers. "I aim to please you tonight," Bilbo replies, another kiss having come and gone. "And every night. Until you or life tires of me."
Go one, Thorin. Remember how very small and weak hobbits are. Remember that he will not be with you forever. That way, when he outlasts his kind, you'll be forever in his pocket.
And the Ring will seek out it's true master through you.
"But enough talk. I'd like to be out of these clothes."