Thorin whined in protest. Being held back irritated him to no end. His grip on her shoulder tightened as he struggled to come close to her once more. The tension, to him, was just as effective as the kiss when it came to arousal.
"Greedy, greedy, greedy," she said into his mouth, pulling back just enough to speak. "What happened to making me work for it, hmm?" Breaking away from his mouth, she raked her teeth along his jaw and nipped again at his ear, a little harder this time. He was always so deliciously responsive.
[Smashes his lips against hers, one arm looping about her neck while the other firmly grips her shoulder.]
She took control insistently, forcing him to slow down, pushing him back and away just far enough to deepen the kiss into something less messy and wild, more slow-burning and undeniable.
“How quickly you have learned the
path to my heart, lómelindinya ———
I think I may be in some trouble here.”
The Noldo smirked and canted his body
forwards, draggging himself rather sloppily
from his lounging. “I hope it is something
finer than all of this tavern fare. I will never
understand why you secondborn feel it
necessary to trap everything in a pie . . . “
"You have been eating in the wrong sorts of places, mi’rabô an-ni, if you think that the height of human cuisine is the pie,” she replied coolly across the top of her goblet. Leaning forward, she poured for him, as well. “And clearly you have never tasted what I might cook.”
[Bites his bottom lip.] Then, this time I shall make you work for it, cat-queen.
I do not think I shall have to work all that hard… *twines fingers into his hair, pulls his head back hard, and kisses him*
[Turns his head to nuzzle against her jawline.] Aye—so one of us will have to give in eventually. Who will it be, hm?
Mmm, I do not see it as ‘giving in,’ so much as ‘taking what I want.’ *tilts head down to nip at his ear*