Fix You [Thorin]

[Thorin Oakenshield]

Thorin had been stripped. He was powerless to her charms, to her requests. Around her, he was no longer strong and condescendingly powerful. She was the one who mastered him, who told him what to do, when to stay, how much protection she needed or wanted... He wondered how she'd done that so easily. It did not mean, of course, that she had taken from him all his manly charms. He was still a fighter, for her. But he was a fool for her too. And he knew that he should not have been so quick to let her in, but to be completely honest, he could not have stopped it if he'd tried. All that Thorin could do now was hope she would not forsake him now that he was her slave.

"I will take you wherever you please. As long as it is suited for someone like you, as long as it's safe." His promise was given in husky words, his hard, masculine eyes promising protection and honour and loyalty and anything else. At any other time, with anyone else, Thorin would be ashamed of his behaviour and shake himself out of it. But Leona? He wanted her to see this. For some reason, he wanted her to be allowed in.

He was a bit surprised at how she shied from his words. Though she may have tried to guard her timidness or gauge her reaction to him, she was not completely successful and he noticed. He smiled a little bit. "You think I'm lying." He took her chin in his hand, looked her in the eye. "I will never say false to you. You are gorgeous, Leona. Gorgeous." He smiled and was quickly much too close to her, letting her lips take him to realms he never had the time or desire to explore.

Her kisses were heavenly. The sounds, though, that emitted from her mouth, worried him, and as he pulled away from her, he needed her to understand something. "Do you know what you're doing, Leona? I'm afraid... If you keep on, I cannot restrain myself much more. I do not wish to claim your innocence. I do not wish to hurt you." She was dangerously on the edge with him, she was making him nervous. And he needed her to understand what she was about to bring about in him. He could not waste this fragile trust on an act that he knew he would hate himself for if he took advantage of her. And he was a king. He had more honour than that.

[Leona Oakenshield]

Leona had no guards, no walls, no blocks to shield her eyes or her heart from the man kneeling before her. He was gorgeous below her, although why he was kneeling and she was admiring him from above she had no idea. It should be she on her hands and knees attempting to catch a mere glimpse of him. Not the other way around. She hoped he meant what he said, that he would not leave her here, that he would not forget her and leave her behind. She wasn't sure she could handle such a thing if he did. He had dug himself so deeply into her heart he had become somewhat of a piece of her, and the better part of her as well. She prayed he meant what he said, if he found a way to return to his own world she would follow him there too. She needed him. He meant so entirely much to her.

With such simple words he promised her so many things, protection, security, safety, she was invincible so long as she remained at his side, but most importantly he offered her friendship, companionship, someone to always be there, to always be around. Is this what love meant? She could scarcely remember the feeling it was so long ago, but she knew that whatever she felt for Thorin was exciting, brilliant, beautiful, exhilerating, and she never wanted it to end. "I will follow you." She murmured distracted against his mouth

She did not answer him as he complimented her again, this was not a story she wished to tell, especially when he was so close and his clever tongue chased such thoughts from her head. He was the only thing that mattered in her world, everything else could wait, He crawled on top of her, moving from the floor to the bed and all of his weight settled upon her. She groaned softly against his mouth, shivering at the sensation such heated warmth brought and willing it to never leave.

But Thorin pulled away, breath uneven he offered a final, last chance to back out. She sat up on her elbows, eyes melting into liquid lust as he spoke. "I am no child Thorin. I know what it tis I ask of you. I have never been claimed by any man and Im not... pretty. Scars mar my flesh, my back, but I care for you more than I have ever cared for anything and if someone should take the only innocence I still posses, it should be you, if you will have me." She murmured softly against his skin.

[Thorin Oakenshield]

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