[ It shouldn't be this easy! And yet it is. Thranduil could make him do nearly anything if he tried hard enough. Thorin had a strong will but his heart seemed to be swayed by the smile of an elf of all things.
He feels the anger begin to calm. ]
It will take more than a kiss, Thranduil.
[ As stiff as his body and lips remain, there is no mistaking the lighter look in his eyes. They betray his intentions more than any part of him. ]
[Thranduil knows better than to allow his smile to curl his lips; no, he remains perfectly sincere at the moment, his brows slightly drawn together and his eyes soft as he leans in to kiss his temple, sliding a little closer on the bench.
His free hand settles on Thorin's knee, though he doesn't squeeze just yet.] Or perhaps three will do it.
[ Thorin now allows himself to smile. It is faint but present. He dares to lean in for more. He craves Thranduil's affection more than he will ever admit. ]
More.
[ Greedy? Yes. In this instance, he doesn't care and hopes that neither does Thranduil. ]
[He hums in the back of his throat as he leans in again to press another kiss to Thorin's cheek, then to the corner of his mouth. Finally, he allows himself to smile, his thumb brushing over Thorin's fingers gently.]
I always knew you were a greedy creature. [Apparently that's not a bad thing, as this time, Thranduil kisses him properly.]
[ He corrects and finally smiles in turn. A real smile. Between the affection, the tender touches, and Thranduil smiling... It was hopeless to keep up his act. As quickly as his anger rages, it dies down. For him, at least. On good days.
Thorin unlaces their fingers to wrap that arm around Thranduil's waist and keep him close. ]
[It is much easier to kiss his husband when he is facing him properly, and so Thranduil happily indulges in another kiss, letting Thorin slide his arm around his waist, his own arm settling around Thorin's shoulders, his hand stroking over all that dark hair as he presses their lips gently together.]
Maybe it is only when you are concerned.
[This is a blatant lie, but at least it is a tender one. Thranduil could hardly be considered charitable, but he does care for those he loves.]
His hand moves a small space to twirl the ends of that golden hair between his fingers. Precious gold his Thranduil is. Every part of him from skin to hair to clothes. Was it any wonder he'd be tempted? ]
I am a lucky dwarf.
[ And the next kiss - four or five? - he will take himself. ]
[There is nobody on this earth who is allowed to take such liberties with Thranduil's person; nobody but Thorin, that is. He hums quietly, an amused agreement seeping into the space between their kiss.]
It is good that you recognize it.
[It would be hard to believe, for an outside observer, that Thranduil was the one apologizing just a few minutes ago, from the tone of his voice.]
[Smiling, Thranduil hums quietly, and slides off the bench so that he is kneeling before his husband instead, sliding his hands along Thorin's thighs and coaxing him to part his knees so that Thranduil might fit between them.]
Then let me make amends.
[There is a twinkle in his eye as he looks up at the dwarf, his pale hands nimble as they part the heavy clothes Thorin wears and make short work of their fastenings.]
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He feels the anger begin to calm. ]
It will take more than a kiss, Thranduil.
[ As stiff as his body and lips remain, there is no mistaking the lighter look in his eyes. They betray his intentions more than any part of him. ]
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[Thranduil knows better than to allow his smile to curl his lips; no, he remains perfectly sincere at the moment, his brows slightly drawn together and his eyes soft as he leans in to kiss his temple, sliding a little closer on the bench.
His free hand settles on Thorin's knee, though he doesn't squeeze just yet.] Or perhaps three will do it.
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More.
[ Greedy? Yes. In this instance, he doesn't care and hopes that neither does Thranduil. ]
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[He hums in the back of his throat as he leans in again to press another kiss to Thorin's cheek, then to the corner of his mouth. Finally, he allows himself to smile, his thumb brushing over Thorin's fingers gently.]
I always knew you were a greedy creature. [Apparently that's not a bad thing, as this time, Thranduil kisses him properly.]
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[ He corrects and finally smiles in turn. A real smile. Between the affection, the tender touches, and Thranduil smiling... It was hopeless to keep up his act. As quickly as his anger rages, it dies down. For him, at least. On good days.
Thorin unlaces their fingers to wrap that arm around Thranduil's waist and keep him close. ]
But I never took you for charitable.
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[It is much easier to kiss his husband when he is facing him properly, and so Thranduil happily indulges in another kiss, letting Thorin slide his arm around his waist, his own arm settling around Thorin's shoulders, his hand stroking over all that dark hair as he presses their lips gently together.]
Maybe it is only when you are concerned.
[This is a blatant lie, but at least it is a tender one. Thranduil could hardly be considered charitable, but he does care for those he loves.]
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His hand moves a small space to twirl the ends of that golden hair between his fingers. Precious gold his Thranduil is. Every part of him from skin to hair to clothes. Was it any wonder he'd be tempted? ]
I am a lucky dwarf.
[ And the next kiss - four or five? - he will take himself. ]
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It is good that you recognize it.
[It would be hard to believe, for an outside observer, that Thranduil was the one apologizing just a few minutes ago, from the tone of his voice.]
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You are not out of the woods yet, Thranduil.
[ If he'd pardon the expression. ]
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Then let me make amends.
[There is a twinkle in his eye as he looks up at the dwarf, his pale hands nimble as they part the heavy clothes Thorin wears and make short work of their fastenings.]