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ethereal-inquisitor · 2 years

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Chapter 16: Sleepy Touches

a/n: Violence, NSFWish, sleep groping? (so maybe slight dubcon), injury, Thorin is the big spoon, I would kill to have this man sleep grope me.

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Thorin led you back to your room to rest before he headed out to the council chambers, making sure to give you a toe-curling kiss before he left. You giggled and waved goodbye, letting out an exhausted breath before crawling into your warm bed, thankful you didn’t have to deal with the crusty old dwarves that called themselves the Council.

You winced as your back hit the mattress, glad that you would be able to fix it in a few hours once you slept. Sinking into the mattress, you let out a content sigh as your eyes drift closed. You had almost sank into a deep sleep when you felt the bed dip. You startled awake just in time to see a feminine dwarven face hovering over yours with a scowl.

Opal.

The tip of a very sharp blade pressed against the soft skin under your chin, and her pretty face split into an ugly snarl. “After everything I did, you still get to sleep here. You still get to feel his arms around you. He was MINE!” she shrieked, pressing so hard that you felt blood running down your neck. “I deserve to be queen. I would have even let him keep you as a pet.” You tried to open your mouth to say something, but it was then that you noticed the black veins under her skin and the slight scent of death that clung to her.

“He said I would be queen. He said he would make sure that Thorin was mine,” she muttered madly, moving to press her knee into the center of your chest so you couldn’t move at all. Dwarves are incredibly heavy, and she was not trying to be kind. You were stuck.

Knowing she was gripped with whatever the necromancy had done to her, you tried to summon your magics to your hand to no avail. You were so tapped from the zombies all it did was flicker at your fingertips.

A mean laugh escaped the dwarf, and she dragged the knife down your skin to hover above your heart, leaving a thin trail of blood in her wake. “He said you were helpless. He said you still hadn’t figured it out yet and your powers were weak. This is perfect. Perfect.”

“Opal,” you rasped out, trying to suck in a breath before she pressed down again with her knee. “Opal listen to me.”

“And then you left, and he still wouldn’t see me. He still loved you,” she spat, lifting the blade to admire the blood dripping down the razor-sharp edge. “They will be gone for hours. There won’t be enough of you left to love by the time he gets back.” Her black eyes met yours, and she cackled maniacally. “You should have stayed gone, human.”

With that, she lifted the blade high over your chest, and you wriggled frantically as she brought it back down, barely missing you as you slid down the side of the bed and hit the floor. Wasting no time, you lunge for the short sword that Thorin had made you over a year ago, fingers wrapping around the handle as Opal’s weight crashes into your back and presses you face-first into the opposite wall.

Groaning in pain, you pull your elbow back to hit her in the face a couple of times to get her off of you, and she falls to the ground with a wail as your arm connects with her nose. You bring the sword around and bash her in the temple with the hilt of the sword. She fell to the ground with a meaty thunk, eyes rolled back in her head. She started shaking, inky black blood dripping onto the beautiful carpet.

Trying to catch your breath, you lean against the wall and watch her, gripping the sword tightly. You felt something drip down your arm, and when you looked down you saw a river of blood flowing from a deep wound in your arm. Groaning, you pressed your hand to it, hobbling to the door to open it and scream for a guard. Three came barreling around the corner immediately, eyes wide as they take in the scene in your room.

“Don’t touch her with your bare hands,” you tell them, feeling a little light-headed. “Someone needs to go get Thorin.” The room started getting fuzzy, and the guard closest to you calls your name to get your attention. You look up at him, trying to keep him in focus. “Sorry, what was that?”

“We sent a runner as soon as we heard you scream. He will be here soon, m’lady. Are you alright?” he asks, pulling some bandages out of a pack on his hip and immediately wrapping your arm. You hiss, looking over to Opal with a frown. She was beginning to stir.

You pulled away from the guard and ignored his protests, moving closer to the dwarrowdam to kick the dagger away from her hand. Her black eyes opened as you stood above her, and she hissed at you, eyes widening as the other two guards held her at sword point.

You knelt down, reaching out to gently touch the large bruise forming on her head. “I’m sorry this happened to you, Opal. I promise we are going to fix it,” you say softly, pitying the creature in front of you. Elian had obviously dug his claws deep into her, and you were going to have a hard time cleansing the magic out of her.

“You will fix nothing. Elian will have you, and I will have the King. That is the plan!” She looked up over your shoulder, eyes wide as Thorin rushes into the room. The noise she makes is almost a purr as she sits up and holds her arms out to the dwarven king. “He’s come back to me!”

Thorin knelt down just long enough to help pull you to your feet, steadying you with an arm around your waist. “Are you hurt?” he asked, ignoring Opal to the point that she began snarling again.

“She got my arm, but nothing serious. I’m going to be one giant bruise, though. Probably forever.”

He chuckles, squeezing your waist gently before his icy blue gaze turned to Opal. “Take her to the dungeons,” he tells the guards. “Do not let her speak to anyone, and do not touch her without gloves.”

They do as he asks, dragging the dam from the room as she screams obscenities at them.

Once she is gone, Thorin pulls you with him out of your room. “You need to see Oin,” he demands, ignoring your protests.

“I need sleep. I need a bed. Oh, no,” you gasp, looking back at your door. “She got blood on the sheets. And I think we broke the wall.”

“After this incident, you will not be sleeping in that room. Alone, at any rate. Tell me what happened.”

And you do. As he leads you to Oin, you give a recap of everything Opal did and said, and by the time you made it to the dwarven healer, he was livid.

“This was all a plan from the beginning?” he growled, moving so Oin could properly wrap and dress the wound on your arm. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as you first thought, but it was going to be extremely uncomfortable for a few days. You wiggled your fingers to summon your magic, frustrated that very little responded to you. You desperately needed to recharge.

“It looks like it.” You smiled up at Oin when he finished, patting his arm. “Thank you.” He grunted in acknowledgement, cleaning up his supplies.

Oin gave Thorin a pointed look, motioning for the two of you to leave his little office so he could bring another in. He was a very busy dwarrow.

Thorin held his hand out to you, and you slid your fingers into his warm grip. “Come. I will make sure you get some rest. We did not get anything done in the council, and I fear that we will be at this stalemate for days.”

Dwalin appeared as soon as you left Oin, and both he and Thorin made you tell the story again. With a grunt, Dwalin nodded at a look Thorin gave him, leaving to go do...whatever it is that he does.

You trusted Thorin to lead you as you fell asleep on your feet, and when he brought you to a stop, you opened your eyes enough to see the decorative door to his room opening. He led you through the door and directly to his bed. The fluffy pillows and thick animal hides called your name.

You blinked, face heating at the possibilities that sleeping so close to him would bring. “You know, you didn’t have to send an assassin to my room to get me in your bed.”

The look he gave you was not amused, and once he had you settled against the plush pillows, he grabbed some water and a cloth, setting both on the table next to you. Dipping the cloth in the water, the king lightly washed the dried blood from your neck and chest. “She almost killed you,” he said softly, gaze meeting yours. “What if you had been deeper asleep?”

“But I wasn’t,” you replied, taking the cloth from him to set back into the water. “I’m a pretty light sleeper.” You scooted over, making room for Thorin to sit on the bed beside you. He complies, and you curl into his warmth with a pleased noise as you rest your head on his chest.

He was still wearing several layers of clothing, and the fur on his jacket tickled your nose. You giggled, and he began sliding his fingers gently through your hair. “Sleep,” he commands in his best ‘king’ voice. “You’re safe now.”

“But I’m—”

“Let me do this, love,” he says hoarsely, and you feel a tug at your chest as emotions that aren’t yours trickle through. Terror, guilt, grief… “I will guard you as you sleep.”

You bring an arm around his middle, squeezing him close to you as you try to respond to those emotions with some of your own. Love, forgiveness, joy at being this close to him again. He relaxes a bit, still playing with your hair, and he leans over to kiss you on your forehead. Your eyes close against your will, and you start drifting off as you listen to the beating of his heart against your ear.

~*~*~*~

Thorin waits until you are breathing evenly against him before he slides out of the bed, covering you with blankets as you whine softly at the loss of him. Warmth spreads through his chest, and he leans over to brush your hair out of your face, frowning when he notices the deep bruise appearing under the skin.

Letting out a huff, he straightens and leaves the room, checking one last time to make sure you are truly sleeping. Dwalin is waiting for him, and Thorin runs a hand through his hair as he waits for his Captain to speak.

“It looks like she go’ through one of the secret passages,” Dwalin says before Thorin even asks. “You know how deep those go, so there is no telling where she’s been hiding out without sending several parties down there to investigate. We’ve barricaded the one on this side, but it will probably be safer if we relocate the lass somewhere else until this is solved.”

“She’s staying in my room.”

Dwalin’s eyes twinkle. “Oh, aye?”

Thorin glared at him. “It is the safest room for her. All the passages can’t be opened from the other side unless they have the key, so we wouldn’t have to worry about any surprises.”

“Oh, I’m sure you have plenty of surprises for the lass on your own,” was Dwalin’s sly reply. “Don’t worry, we’re on it. She’ll be safe. Are ye’ going to nurse her back to health, too? In a few hours she’ll be able to heal herself, you know.”

“I am aware. I’m still taking the day to make sure she is alright. Make sure we aren’t disturbed.”

Dwalin snorted. “Ye just want a day?”

“Dwalin.”

“Alrigh’, I’ll run interference for you with the old codgers. Go back to yer lass.” Dwalin clapped him on the arm, chuckling to himself as he heads back down the hallway.

Thorin turns, opening the door to head back in. As soon as he sees you sprawled out in his bed, he smiles and pulls off several layers of clothing until he is in nothing but a soft cotton tunic and pants. He quietly slides back into bed, rearranging your limbs so he can pull you back onto his chest.

Your soft, sleepy sounds reach his ears as you nuzzle back into him, and he strokes your hair absently as he watches the fire crackle in the hearth. Even with the excitement from earlier, he felt more peace in this moment than he had in years, and he never wanted to let you go. Shadows dance around the room, and even in your sleep, Thorin felt your bond reach out to him, strengthened by the purity of this moment.

~*~*~

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep, but as you pulled yourself to consciousness you noticed two things. One was that at some point during your nap, you had rolled over onto your side and Thorin curled flush against your back like the big spoon. The second, and more important one in your opinion, was that not only could you feel his erection pressing into your back, but his hand had slipped under your shirt to cup your bare breast gently, thumb rolling over your nipple.

Your breath stuck in the back of your throat, and you bit back a sound as you realized he must have been doing this for a while. Desire sat low in your core, and you could feel that you had soaked into your thin pants.

This was torture.

He was breathing evenly against your neck, and you gritted your teeth as his thumb continued its lazy journey, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core as his rough skin dragged across your nipple. On the second pass, you whimpered, unable to stop yourself from arching into the firm body pressed against your back.

The instant he woke, his breathing changed, and while he didn’t remove his hand from its current place, he did stop moving. Once he had taken stock of what happened, he immediately removed his hand from your skin and pulled away to sit up.

You turned onto your back, and his gaze was a mix between hungry and hesitant as it met yours.

“I apologize. I did not—”

“You should apologize,” you said softly, tugging him back down onto his side. You pulled the hand that had been touching you back to its original position over the shirt, biting your lip as you looked up at him. “You started this and then pulled away to stop. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting, your majesty.”

His eyebrows raised, and he held your gaze as he reached down to slide his hand along the bare skin of your stomach. “Far be it for me to be rude to a willing lady,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. “But you are still wounded.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and forced him to look up at you. “I’m very willing, Thorin. Even if you hadn’t tormented me in my sleep, I would still be willing,” you teasingly whisper right before he presses his lips to yours in a scorching kiss. You squirm beneath him, delighting in his groan as you grip the top of his pants to try and unbutton them.

“No,” he growls, gripping both of your hands in one of his and pressing them into the mattress above your head, careful not to hurt your arm. “It is far too early for that.” He releases your wrists, but you keep them where he put them, eyes focused on Thorin as he tugged his tunic over his head. You bite your lip as his golden skin ripples when he moves towards you. You’re pulled out of your reverie as he slides both hands under your shirt, quickly divesting you of the offending item.

You sit up to pounce on him, but he catches you and eases you back down on the bed. “Patience,” he rumbles, “let me take care of you.”

“But—”

He puts a finger in front of your lips to quiet you, and you immediately lean forward to suck the digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the tip. You feel a little thrill as his eyes close, and he hisses in a deep breath before he pulls completely away from you.

“You are a menace,” he purrs, pulling the blankets down to the bottom of the bed. “Your king demands that you lay there and let him take care of you.” His blue eyes are black in the room, shadows dancing over his skin as he crawls between your thighs like a cat. “If you cannot do that,” he continues, “I have no problem restraining you.”

Your eyes widen, and the whimpering noise you make at the thought of Thorin tying you to the bed, completely under his mercy, echoes in the room.

The smirk he gives you is wicked, and he lightly runs his hands along your clothed legs. “Now,” he purrs, “are you going to be good?”

His voice alone could bring you to the edge of completion, and you nod, completely under his spell. Two years of waiting for this dwarf, and now that you were so close, you’d do just about anything to get him to remove the rest of your clothing.

He chuckles, shifting to plant his hands on either side of your head, trapping you underneath him. You can feel the warmth from his skin, and his scent fills your senses. He leans down to brush his lips over yours. “You are mine, ” he growls, "and I plan of making sure that the only scent on your skin from this moment forward is ours."

The bond in your chest twisted, and you could feel the possessiveness and desire he felt for you boiling just underneath your skin. You gasp against his lips, drowning in sensation. "Thorin."

"That is what I feel every day for you, Ghivashel. I'm nearly mad with it. But this time is not for me, it's for you." He kisses you again, but this time he trails his kisses down your neck to nip at the skin there. You arch up, trying to get him to bring himself flush against you, but he grips your hips and pushes them back down to the mattress. "Mmm, stay still. Do not tempt me."

"I want to tempt you."

"You do, so much so I can barely think most days, but right now I want to explore you the way you deserve. Let me learn you so I know the best ways to relax you. I want to hear your voice when it's raw from screaming through your peak. I have two years of wasted time to make up for, and you deserve to be worshipped." He feels you trembling beneath him, and he looks fairly smug at your wrecked expression. "So lie back and feel."

You nod, keeping your hands above your head and your hips firmly on the bed, wondering just how long you would be able to keep this up. Not long enough, most likely, but for Thorin your would try.

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