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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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.]