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buglife · 3 years

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Bend and Not Break - Ch 1: A Mark

Anonymous said: Not sure if someone has requested this yet, but I’d love to see how the cast would react to an assassin coming after Ghost or Quirrel. I mean, there’s gotta be some bugs out there who don’t adore the new sovereigns right?

Anonymous said: If your still doing these (if not I’m really sorry and please just ignore me) may I request 17: “Ok, well… Fuck.” With Quirrel and Ghost being his knight in shining armour.

Read here on AO3 :3

Quirrel looked in the mirror, sighing to himself as he regarded his reflection. He was due to make a public appearance today along with Ghost, so he had to look the part of a King. He still didn’t feel much like a king, not really. He felt more like he did when he was helping his mother run the archives, which was a lot of running around and keeping people from losing their fingers to explosives. It wasn’t all about preventing disasters, it was also about fostering the love of learning and the curiosity that makes society better. So in a way...he felt the same now as he did then. There was more paperwork, of course, but he was happy. It helped that he had a spouse to share the load with.

He fiddled with the ring on his left hand, the pale ore gleaming in the light. It had been made from Ghost’s old nail, with them having a matching ring. They had long since outgrown the old nail, and most of it was used in making the pure nail he now carried. Still, it was something special that their rings were made with the metal that helped kill a god and started the rebirth of Hallownest. Smith and Sheo were absolutely delighted to work on them, and now the both of them had completely unique nails and rings that will probably last forever.

Today was going to be a rather emotional day for Ghost. He remembered them telling him snippets about the Soul Sanctum here and there. They could only mention what they were comfortable talking about, and it wasn’t much of it that qualified as such. Sometime during their journey to end the infection, they had entered the Soul Sanctum and put down the mad scientist within along with his equally mad followers. Grandeurs of immortality and power was enough to corrupt any bug, but from what he heard, the ones involved went far beyond corruption. It was evil. Pure evil. Ghost usually stopped talking at around that point, and Quirrel found himself cuddling them as they sought comfort to ease what they cannot forget.

The worst day perhaps, was when the Kingdom had established themselves enough to expand beyond bare necessities. As soon as the funds was available, Ghost had the Soul Sanctum completely stripped down to the bare walls and floors. They had gone that day to oversee it all and when they returned, they could barely hold themselves together. They spent the night crying, mourning the lives lost in the pursuit of power. They had given the dead within rest, but it still destroyed them on the inside to have to return to that place. Quirrel did his best to help, and many a sleepless night was spent together, attempting to heal deep wounds within.

They had recovered, in time. Stripping the place had done a lot to help them move on from the experience, and they had decided to turn it into something new. Something useful that would help bugs and not harm them. Something that promoted life, not take them away.

Its where they were going today, to officially open it up to the public. Quirrel would be there not only as a fellow ruler, but as support for Ghost. Despite it all, it was going to be hard for them.

Quirrel smoothed back his antenna and tied his silk kerchief around his head. It was a necessary habit he picked up while growing up with his mother. After burning his antenna one too many times due to splashes of acid or a chemical reaction gone wrong, he tended to pin them back. They got in the way sometimes, but once in a while he felt safe enough to let them out. The palace didn’t really have acid, or volatile chemicals, but old habits die hard.

He clipped on his cloak, letting the study fabric fall around his shoulders as he pinned it in place. It was a lovely blue, nearly iridescent, and clasped with a pale ore brooch that designated him as king. There was no way he could ever bring himself to wear something as tacky as a crown. Hell, Ghost wouldn’t even be able to fit one on their head. Instead, brooches seemed to fit a whole lot better.

Once he made sure his nail was strapped to his side, he deemed himself ready, and exited the room - only to nearly smack into his spouse, who was opening the door at the same time.

“Oof!” Running into Ghost wasn’t as fun as it was when they were little. Back then their shell was soft and kinda squishy like any other grub. But once stasis ended and they caught up on all their missed molts, their chitin had become tough and hard.

“Are you alright?” Ghost’s telepathy was soft and gently breezed by his mind. It’s just something gods could do, apparently. Their sire could, Quirrel knew that as a fact, but the fact they also ate a god boosted their ability to communicate without relying on sign language. They only ‘spoke’ like this to family and friends, a little too nervous to use it on the public. Quirrel hoped that would change with time.

He didn’t blame them, though. They were terrified of being considered scary. They were certainly imposing, but not as much as their sibling, Hollow. There were those that will always be scared of them, with them being a god and immensely powerful. But enough of their subjects loved them enough to not care. He just wished they could see it. Quirrel considered them handsome and cute, but then again, he was biased.

“I’m okay love, I was about to go and find you.” Quirrel smoothed down the front of his cloak and picked at Ghosts, adjusting it around a little. “It’s nearly time.”

Ghost was silent for a moment, and then leaned down to softly bonk their forehead against theirs. “I know.”

“You’ll be fine. That place doesn’t exist anymore.” He did his best to soothe any lingering nerves. Being around Ghost for so long as alerted him to their various tells. “It’s a better place now. Much better.”

They nodded slowly and let out a deep breath. “You are right. It is just hard to let go of what it was.”

“I understand, it will take a while, but you are doing great.” Quirrel took Ghost’s claws in his and gently squeezed. “Come along then, we don’t want to be late to the dedication.”

Ghost tilted their mask up in a smile, and then nodded. They bent down to steal a quick kiss, one that Quirrel returned, and together, they headed to the Stag Station.

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The Capital was bustling, like always. It no longer was the City of Tears, not with the new revitalization of Hallownest. The rain had been stopped, redirected with new plant life growing on the ceiling. Lurien himself helped renew the spells that kept the water from outright pouring out of the lake above. Without being constantly rained on, more bugs were out and about. Today however, they were gathering in front of what used to be the Soul Sanctum, waiting around a platform where their rulers would be giving a speech. Most bugs were eager to enter the newly renovated building, because it was for them, and them alone.

The Soul Sanctum, which had brought so much death and misery to so many lives, had been converted into a multi-level communal greenhouse. There, farmer bugs would grow a verity of food, which is then free to be picked and used by the public. Taxes from the upper members of society will be used to keep the place running. That way, no bug would have to go hungry. The intimidating and Gothic architecture of the building had been transformed into a pillar of glass and green. It was now friendly, the oppressive air from before banished into a place of shelter. Not only could you go there to eat, but you can go there to rest among some of the floors dedicated to flowers. It was a gift, from the rulers of New Hallownest to the people, and the people were waiting to be allowed in to enjoy it.

The five new knights of Hallownest stood in various places around the crowd. So far, they didn’t need to do much but remind some citizens to calm down and not crowd each other. With Xena on her beast (named Pickles, but only she can call them that), it was easy to keep everyone in line. Cloth stole a quick moment to wave to Myla in the crowd, temporarily breaking protocol, but it wasn’t like Tiso was going to scold her for that, since he did the same thing. Once he finished his quick wave to his other date friend, he scanned the crowd and recognizing a few folks from Dirtmouth as well. A lot of people showed up to this dedication, hell, he even spotted a few spiders and bees in the crowd. It just made him scan the crowd more thoroughly. Threats could come from anywhere, and he took security very seriously.

It wasn’t long before he spotted the Kings approach the platform and climb on, waiting for the crowds cheering to die down before they began the ceremony. Quirrel was doing the speaking today, Ghost standing beside them and holding his hand. Tiso remembered when Ghost was small enough to pick up and throw. It was lots of fun, but now they were too big for that. Oh well. As soon as the crowd’s noise died down, Quirrel tapped a speaking stone on the provided podium and his voice was projected outwards to be heard by everyone.

“Hello to you all, our dear subjects. Today we continue to do our very best to provide for you, our people, whom we dearly love and cherish. This site was a place of tragedy, and pain, part of the past of old Hallownest that was rife with corruption and oversight. But today we have washed away the dark and terrible past, to bring in the new, which is full of hope and life. We have -”

Quirrel had always been a good speaker. But Tiso wasn’t here to hear a speech. He heard it before, when Quirrel had asked him and his fellow knights to hear it and give honest feedback. Tiso had suggested Quirrel get to the damn point because nobody liked just standing around, so he thankfully cut the speech down by half.

There were bugs everywhere. Bugs in the square, bugs that could climb were hanging on buildings, bugs looking out windows, bugs on roofs, everywhere. Tiso scanned them all, eyes narrowed. It was no lie that there were bugs out there who didn’t agree with the direction the new government was taking, especially having another god as a ruler. Ghost and Quirrel had managed to piss off the right people. They were the folks that enjoyed profiting by gaming the system, and that system came tumbling down once Ghost claimed the throne. It got even worse when they married Quirrel, who was scarily smart. Quickly it became obvious that nobody was going to get away with old hustles anymore.

Quirrel continued talking, and Tiso continued watching. Then, something caught his eye. A glint of metal shined on one of the rooftops, a figure crouched down behind it. The glint moved, and Tiso’s heart went cold.

“GET DOWN!” He shouted, and with a heft, threw his shield as hard as he could. Bugs instantly dropped to the ground and the knights gathered to the podium. The shield whistled through the air, and with a satisfying clunk, impacted the bug on the roof. There was a brief shout of pain, and then came the thwip as a crossbow bolt lodged itself in the podium. It was obviously aimed for the pillbug’s head, and it missed him by scant inches. Someone in the crowd screamed and it started a chain reaction of panic. Cloth and Ogrim took crowd duty, ushering the crowd into nearby buildings to get them off the streets and away from the danger.

Xena was already heading up to the roof atop her beast, the creature climbing up the sides with frightening speed. Tiso flashed his soul and recalled his shield, just in time to hear the bug on the roof start screaming once the beast reached it’s fanged maw out and grabbed them. He trusted Xena to keep at least enough of them alive for questioning later.

To add more chaos to the mix, some bugs in the crowd dropped their cloaks, revealing nails, and rushed the podium.

“No more gods! No more masters!” Some of them shouted. The sentiment was echoed by the other assassins as they parted through the crowd, not caring about who they knocked over or trampled in their haste. Bugs continued to scream, struggling to get out of the way as some were simply tossed aside to make way. Tiso could hear grubs wailing and the sharp clang of metal as some of the bugs in the crowd took up their own nails. They were valiantly trying to hold back the assassins, who cruelly cut them down and left them to bleed out. Thankfully medics were among the guards, and they quickly raced out to try and save the injured civilians.

So this was a coordinated assassination attempt, usually they were done by singular bugs. They must have gotten a little smarter. Tiso was about to jump into the fray, only to hold back when Hollow sped past him and body checked an assassin so hard that he could hear the chitin cracking from where he stood. Ouch. He let Hollow do their thing and barked out orders to his guardsmen. They had to get everything under control, and fast.

However, the Kings of Hallownest were no pushovers. Quirrel practically teleported, moving with an insane amount of speed to kill an assassin with a flash of their nail. Since the crossbow bolt was aimed at him, Ghost was especially pissed. They were trying their best to not change into their true, terrifying form and completely destroy the square they worked so hard to rebuild. Judging by the extra three pairs of eyes that opened on their mask, they were barely holding on. Tiso did not blame them.

One assassin got lucky, moving at just the right time to scratch their nail along Quirrel’s side. He let out a hiss of pain and leapt backwards, ignoring the wound for now. He moved to retaliate, only to see said assassin become a smear of hemolymph on the platform. He glanced up to see an absolutely furious Ghost retract a void tentacle back into their body, still coated in a thin sheen of gore.

“Are you okay?” Ghost’s mental voice was now tight, louder. Quirrel could hear the rumbling of the void in behind, overlapping as the power of a god began to leak through Ghost’s control.

“Yes dear, just a scratch.” Quirrel sidestepped another assassin, bringing his nail around to cleanly slice off their nail arm. The assassin screamed, now missing an arm, and was quickly grabbed by Ghost and slammed bodily into the ground. Ghost then proceeded to kick them into the nearest building, cracking the stone slightly and leaving said bug a quivering mess.

As quickly as it all began, it was over. In total there were eight assassins. Three were outright dead, most due to Ghost. The rest were maimed and beaten bloody, but were alive. They weren’t too sure if the ones Hollow got to would survive or not. Either way, they weren’t going to get out of the situation alive, either by the executioner’s axe or dying from their wounds. Tiso had ordered the spare guard out, and there was a city wide search for more conspirators. There was no way to tell how many were out there, at least, until the prisoners were questioned. Something Tiso was going to enjoy doing so very much.

Ghost was panting, trying to calm down after losing their control for the bare moments it took for the fight to finish. Quirrel shivered, also breathing heavily. Adrenaline was surging through his body still and he doubted he’d be able to calm down anytime soon. Ghost had grabbed him, holding him tight as they too, shook. For a being designed to have no emotions, Ghost sure wore theirs on their sleeve, frantically patting Quirrel down for injuries. He knew what they were afraid of, and he stopped their hands with his to prevent their anxiety from taking over their rational thought.

“I’m okay love, it’s just a scratch.” He had time to look at his wound, bleeding blue. It wasn’t even terribly deep. It would just need some cleaning and some shell paste. If anything, it was making a mess of his cloak. The cleaners were going to have an absolute fit about it. He sighed as Ghost moved their hands to the wound, clearly worried.

“Your Majesties!” Ogrim hurried over. “Are you okay?”

“We’re fine, thank you. What of the assassins'?” Quirrel again, moved his hands to hold Ghost’s as he listened to Ogrim.

“Captured. We have guards scouring the city for anything suspicious.” The dung beetle looked about the now empty square, watching the assassins that were dead being dragged away. “Tiso and Xena are going to head an investigation once they interrogate-”

Ghost whistled, stopping Ogrims words. “I will interrogate them.”

“Your majesty, are you sure, you-”

“I am very sure.” They had since hunched protectively over Quirrel, arms like a gate around him. The malice in their 'voice' wasn't hard to miss, something Ogrim picked up on. He was always able to pick out the tiniest of details.

Ogrim bowed his head, but spoke plainly. “With all due respect, as your knight, and as your friend, I urge you to at least let the captain and his lieutenant do their job first before you decide to do anything.”

“Ogrim is right, love.” Quirrel reached up to cup Ghost’s cheek, hand oddly feeling weak. Perhaps he was still worked up? He started feeling a little dizzy, maybe he needed somewhere quiet to de-stress for a little while. He wouldn't mind retreating back to their bedroom to cuddle for a while. That should be able to do the trick nicely. Still, he continued with his advice. “You are too worked up right now. You need to calm down first. We both do.”

Ghost shook for a moment, and then took a few deep breaths. “Okay. Please tell Tiso and Xena to get as much from the prisoners as they can. I will be there shortly.”

Ogrim nodded. “Of course, Cloth and Hollow will be here soon and they will be able to escort you back to the palace.”

Quirrel started to say something and then was hit by a sudden wave of light headedness. He grabbed onto Ghost’s arm to steady himself as he momentarily lost feeling in his legs.

Ogrim and Ghost noticed that for sure. “Your majesty?” Ogrim questioned, reaching out a claw to offer support.

“No no- I’m fine...I’m..” The world twisted and a spike of pain and nausea punctured his gut. He suddenly couldn’t tell which way was up or down anymore. His legs gave out and through an increasing and concerning wave of numbness, he felt himself being caught.

“QUIRREL!!” The mental shout was loud, and with it came more noises he couldn’t quite make out.

Ok, well… fuck.” The pain seemed to get worse, now a burning sensation that spread from the wound on his side to the very core of his body. His lungs hurt. His heart hurt. A disturbing wave of pain twisted around his limbs and went right into his brain. It suddenly got more difficult to breathe as he clutched his spouse with his claws.

He was dimly aware of someone screaming desperately, echoing around his head as he lost the ability to understand it, he was too busy gasping for breath.

The noises blended together until finally, there was nothing but darkness.

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“In you go, ya fucker.” Tiso not so gently tossed one assassin, a particularly nasty looking cricket, onto the stone floor of the dungeon cell. They had given just the bare amount of medical care necessary to keep them alive. The worst injury was the stump where their nail arm used to be, cleanly cut in half by the biggest nerd in the kingdom. “This’ll be your new home for a while, but it can get a little nicer if you decide to talk.”

“It won’t make any difference,” The cricket spat a wad of hemo on the floor. ��I’m dead anyway.”

“True…” Tiso mused, leaning on the bars to stare the other bug right in the eyes. “But would you rather prefer a quick death, or being dragged kicking and screaming into the void? Cause let me tell you, I’d rather take a beheading over that. That shit is fucked up.”

“Typical of a tyrant.”

“You seriously calling the squirt and the nerd tyrants? I mean, they literally were about to open a public greenhouse so that everyone can eat before you idiots crashed it.” Tiso tapped his shield against the bars, making the metal ting in the most annoying way possible. He absolutely loved messing with prisoners like that, it made them slip up more often than not. Tiso learned more from pissing off the prisoners than he ever did 'nicely' interrogating them. “I don't know about you, but that don’t sound like tyrants to me.”

“All gods, are tyrants.” The doomed assassin moved to sit up, resting their back against the cold stone walls. Their movements were awkward, now that they were missing an arm. “The Pale King was. The Radiance was. Even the White Lady. Now we have an even more powerful tyrant as our king! We can’t keep letting ourselves become playthings for monsters!”

“Call them a monster one more time and I’ll feed ya to Xena’s beast, and the beast chews slowly.” Tiso narrowed his eyes at the bug on the other side of the bars. He could roughly hear the other prisoners being tossed in their cells as well. Judging by the echoes, they were spouting the same nonsense and getting zero sympathy for it. “You’re a fucking idiot, you think you can just kill our Kings like that? King Ghost killed the Radiance, for fucks sake!”

The cricket smiled through their broken mandibles, dribbling hemo over their cloak. “No, we can’t kill the tyrant, but we can hurt them.”

Tiso stared, shocked by the words. A very bad feeling sat in his gut, and was quickly vindicated when Cloth rounded the corner.

“Tiso!” she shouted. “It’s Quirrel!”

“Yeah?” The bad feeling grew stronger and he desperately prayed to whatever was listening, that the next words out of his love's mouth wasn’t going to be bad news.

“Quirrel...he's...He’s been poisoned!”

Tiso’s world went numb, and all he could hear was the insane laughter of the prisoner behind him.

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shreddedparchment · 6 years

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You’re My Mission Pt.09

I Almost Killed You.

09/28/2018

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 6,538

Masterpost

Warnings: Language, angst, feels

A/N: So part of this chapter I’d written a while back when the idea came to me. I had to readjust a portion of it so that it would make more sense with what the character were doing and feeling now. It was fun adjusting it and finding just how much my vision changes with every chapter. Bucky and the reader are doing their own thing at times and although they hit all the big marks that I want them to hit, as I’ve said before, their development seems to be out of my hands. I hope you love this chapter too! As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks for helping me spread my work. It is much appreciated! xoxo

You’re not sure how long you sleep. You’re suddenly just aware that something is tickling your hand. You try to move it, but a sudden stinging pain stops you.

It’s so quiet you’re half sure that you’re in your hut but then a deep sigh touches your cheek.

You feel fingers grip strands of your hair and carefully lift them to move them away from your face.

“You're such a pain in the ass.” Hot breath touches your temple.

You recognize Bucky’s slightly lazy tone; his even tempo is languid with slight resistance. Almost as if it's difficult to talk and get the words out. It's how he always sounds but for some reason right now, it’s so much clearer to your ears than ever before. It's so unique you could pick it out in a crowded room.

With his voice however comes the sudden flashes of why you’re feeling such sharp pain in your right hand.

You see him charging at you, slamming a wooden staff down on you, knocking you to the ground where you're vulnerable to his crazed attack.

A sharp wooden point flies at your face and you see red as it pierces your hand.

These sudden and violent flashes make your hand twitch as they assault your previously peaceful mind.

Maybe he might have noticed the twitch, but he’s suddenly distracted.

“Buck?” Steve's even voice is unnaturally strangled with fear.

You feel Bucky's heat disappear from beside you.

“Down here.” He calls, his voice is louder and more controlled. Whatever emotion he'd been feeling when he told you that you were annoying just a minute ago is gone. What was it? You'd need to hear it again and see his face to decipher its meaning.

You open your eyes, they flutter for a moment and you turn to where you just heard him. He’s changed, wearing a pair of blue jeans, a white cotton long sleeve tee rolled up to his elbow with the top two buttons left open. His dark hair is pulled back into a bun with a few strands falling to frame his scruffy face.

He looks so good you’re sure you must be dreaming. He stands with his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulders hunched as he stares at the floor lost in thought.

You see Steve come around the corner and then your eyes shut again. You can’t stand to keep them open for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Buck?” Steve's voice is slightly panicked and then you feel him beside you. He moves around your head to your right side and pulls your hand up to look at it. “What the hell happened?”

When Bucky speaks his emotions are dead. Not off. You know what he sounds like when he’s trying to concentrate and focus on anything but how he’s feeling. Right now, though his voice still moves in that strangled way as if he’s trying to keep from spilling at the seams, it’s guarded and full of disappointment.

“I attacked her. She uh…we were training and the alarm in the building went off. I guess the lights did something to my brain because the next thing I know I’m stabbing her through the hand with a wooden rod.”

“Buck…I known what you’re thinking,” Steve begins but Bucky sighs heavily, silencing his friend.

“I oughta be pinched, shoved in a cage where I can’t hurt anyone again. Maybe stay under for good…” He says the last bit so quietly that you struggle to hear him.

“Hey,” Steve chastises. “We knew this was going to be a work in progress, right? So, you mucked up, big deal.”

“Big deal? Look at her, Steve. I did that.” Silence. “And that.” Your bruise maybe?

“Bucky, I know this is tough. No one knows better than I do what it’s like to wake up and find yourself in a strange world where nothing is like you remember it being-"

“But they didn’t take your mind away from you, Steve. You woke up and you were still you. I have trouble remembering my favorite flavor of ice cream-”

“So, ask. I know with things being the way they are I come and go often but I’m here Buck. You told me once that I didn’t have to do it alone. Neither do you. This,” You feel Steve's hand on your injured one, the other on your bruised elbow. “this is gonna take time. And it's not your fault.”

“I can’t train her anymore.” Bucky states, a strange sorrowful yearning in his voice. “I’ll hurt her again.”

“You don't mean that.” Steve says, a small amount of disappointment filtered into his words. “I know you’re stuck on her and this is probably your worst nightmare but-"

“My worst nightmare is I kill her, Steve. That’s what almost happened today. Have you gone to see the training room? Go look at it and tell me that I’m wrong for pulling out of this.”

“She won't let you, Buck. You really think she’s going to sit by and let you abandon her?”

“It’s not like she really cares.”

“Really, Buck? I know you see what we all see when she looks at you.” Steve argues.

“You can train her. She looked pretty happy with you this morning.” Bucky reasons, trying desperately to find a way to push you away. Your semi-conscious heart aches painfully at the thought of not training with him.

“She was getting by. Don’t do this, Buck.”

“It’s just a crush. She’ll get over it.” Bucky says. Your mind doesn’t seem to be able to filter the words properly because you hear him but you don’t understand what he’s saying.

“I won't let you do this. She's good for you.” Who is good for what?

You confused mind is muddled and you can’t make sense of their conversation for a bit.

“Damn it, Steve, I’m not going to be alone with her anymore. I won’t risk it.”

You hear Steve sigh in frustration. “Fine. I’ll stick around. I was going to take over the Golden Panthers for a few weeks anyway. We'll all train together.”

A seemingly unending silence follows. You teeter on the edge of unconsciousness again but never fall over. You can still hear them breathing around you. Bucky doesn’t come close to you again. Steve checks on your hand several times.

“Nat'll be here next week. She and Sam took down another hidden Hydra hideout. They're getting smaller. I think we're getting closer to the end but the closer we get the closer they get.” The U.S. government? The U.N.? Stupid Sokovia Accords ruined everything.

“What are you going to do?” Bucky wonders.

“Lay low for a bit. That’s why I’m taking over the GP squad for a bit. King T'Challa is sending Ayo out on mission and I told him I’d help pick up the slack.”

“Golden Panthers…?” Bucky lapses into silence again and when he speaks the curiosity in his voices and his question in general sends a wave of dread washing over you and a dagger through your heart.

“That’s Kara’s squad isn’t it?”

Steve shifts beside you. “I believe so.”

“Good.” Bucky says.

How do you describe the discomfort of waking up every morning, knowing that you get to eat a fulfilling breakfast, laugh with your friends, and then go train with the man you have a crush on and the woman he's apparently seeing?

Not that it's official. You’ve asked Sergeant Barnes several times whether he and Karabo Smit are an item and he swerves the question every damn time.

But he’s with her every lunch hour, underneath that stupid Warka tree.

You and Sergeant Barnes are not fighting either. Still constantly on each other's nerves sure, but not fighting. Whatever passion he’d been feeling when he yelled at you and fought with you seems to have disappeared.

You do your morning runs and workouts with Steve and the GP squad. It's slightly intimidating considering most of the women—because the GP squad happens to be all women—have been training for years to be honored with a position among the Dora Milaje. The selection process is grueling, and you don’t envy them their desire though you do think it’s very respectable and amazing that they devote themselves to such excellence. Of course, Kara is part of the group and you’re glad that after your morning run and stretches you and Sergeant Barnes break away from the group to do your own thing, in close proximity to Steve of course. They’re always just a short distance away.

You and Sergeant Barnes focus mostly on hand to hand without weaponry now. You can see the hesitation to train you in his lackluster sessions. You try not to think about the conversation that you’d overheard in Shuri’s lab. There were so many different implications in their exchange and mostly what you took from it is that Sergeant Barnes was being forced to train you and he was glad that Kara was much closer now. You also know that he doesn’t want to hurt you. Which confuses you, but you chalk it up to the fact that underneath the grumbling and scowling, Sergeant Barnes is a good man.

You know there’s a more important part of the conversation that you heard but you can’t remember it. It’s like your brain wiped it.

Boxing is his Sergeant Barnes’s specialty and although he’s well versed in many other forms of fighting, that’s what he focuses on. You’re pretty sure that the reason for that is because it’s the one with the least amount of contact.

For a week that’s all the two of you do. You box. You get really good at it too. You can never truly hurt Sergeant Barnes, but you at least surprise him constantly with the adjustments you make to his training and what you’ve learned from Steve.

One particularly beautiful day, you and Sergeant Barnes pull away from each other, breathing heavily as you lower your fists and wipe the sweat from your forehead on your sleeve.

“We need to test you with someone else.”

“What’s the matter? Don’t you trust your skill as an instructor?”

“I know I’ve taught you well, whether your brain can absorb it and apply it to unfamiliar strategies is a different thing altogether.” He smirks, pleased with his masked insult. He’d just called you stupid, right?

You glare at him and shrug. “So then get someone over here. Oh! I can call Aman over. He’ll be glad to train with me.”

You flatten your hand and your comm bead begins to roll towards your palm but before it has a chance to reach its intended position to place the call, Sergeant Barnes lunges forward and closes the distance between you again, yanking the bead from your hand.

“No. I think we’ll leave your friend to train with his own squad.” He slowly stands up straight and keeps the bead within his metal fist.

“Fine. How about Steve then?” You point towards the GP squad in the distance. They’re lounging about, resting after another tough session of agility training. They’re going to start sparring soon too.

You watch him stare at Steve. He seems to really be considering it before he nods. “Fine.”

He turns and jogs towards Steve and you see him gesturing as he speaks.

You wish things were easier between the two of you. Sure, you’re not really fighting, and you seem to be as annoying as ever to him. He glares at you every time you chuckle or laugh at your own mistakes. He gets frustrated with you when you complain about the heat or being tired. He’s taken to calling you ‘princess’ again when you whine. Which honestly, you don’t blame him for that one. You’re just not used to the intense heat now that summer’s almost upon you.

Despite this sense of normalcy, you know that things are so not okay between the two of you. The day after the attack Sergeant Barnes actively avoided you. You sought him out and finally managed to corner him by his hut because you had no choice but to ambush him since he wouldn’t give you the time of day.

Bucky’s in the distance, by the pen of goats that you’d seen the night after the nightclub. The goats are not in there anymore, instead they wander about randomly but seem to know to stick to the immediate vicinity. One disappears into the hut closest to the pen and after seeing this, Bucky quickly rushes into the small building. A few seconds later the goat scampers out through the doorway and races to rejoin the others as Bucky, with a rare smile on his face, moves back towards the pile of hay he’d been breaking up.

He stops, noticing you as you approach. Slowly his smile falls, replaced by a pained scowl and then just his regular scowl as you finally reach speaking distance.

“I’ve been looking for you all day.” You admit, scratching at your right palm. You’re wearing a strange red glove that Shuri says will promote the skin to grow again. Your nerves she was able to repair but because you’d been in such a rush to find Bucky, she’d fitted you with the glove and forbade you from taking it off. It itches a bit.

Bucky reaches for a long wooden pitchfork then throws it into the pile of hay as his eyes follow your hand’s movements to the red glove.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you dropping by uninvited was a shitty thing to do?” He picks up the pitchfork and begins to scoop the hay onto the same cart you’d seen the night of your bruising.

“We need to talk.” You reply, weakly because you don’t like the way this conversation has started. Your heart aches for the pain you’d seen in his eyes the night before. The tears that he’d cried and the resolve to never train you again because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“What for?”

“Bucky don’t shut me out.”

“I wasn’t aware that I ever let you in.” He stops his spearing and turns to look at you, his eyes cold.

You weren’t going to let him push you away. You bite down on your bottom lip however because his words hurt, even if he’s doing it to put some distance between you.

“What happened yesterday?” You move a few steps closer and he drops the pitchfork, not startled, but angry apparently with the way he shoves it away from himself.

“I said I don’t want to talk about it, kid.”

“I know what you said. I don’t care.” You move closer, leaving only three feet between you. You can see the clear blue of his eyes and it strangles you to think of the way he’d pushed the hair from your face the night before. “What-happened?”

“I almost killed you. That’s what happened.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because the lights messed with my treatment, that’s why.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.” You say angrily.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N? Huh?” He moves towards you, angrily taking two steps to reduce the distance between you. “You want me to tell you about how I killed people? Lots of them? Hm?”

Your anger disappears, replaced by an agony for him. He was so clearly refusing to deal with his past that it kept coming back to haunt him. He raises his metal arm, holding his hand level with your neck. He stretches the metal fingers and you eye them warily.

“You want me to describe to you what it feels like to crush someone’s larynx? Or I can tell you about the sound that most people make when they realize they’re about to take their last breath. Is that what you want me to say?”

“Bucky-”

“Stop calling me that.” He growls and turns to walk back towards his cart. You follow, unwilling to see the distance renewed.

“It’s your name.” You argue. “I know, I heard you last night. I know you don’t want to hurt me.”

“Oh, and what? You think that makes you special?” He turns his cold gaze on you and you frown at him. He’s hurting you and your patience is starting to wear thin. He might be in agony, but your pain is just as valid as his. “You think, what? That I care about you? Get a grip, doll, I don’t give a rat’s ass about you. I just don’t want your blood on my hands. I’ve had enough of that in my life. You’re nothing to me. You’re no one. Just my current mission.”

“Bucky, why can’t you just-”

“I said stop calling me that!” He screams, so loudly that the nearby goats bleat and run off towards their pen in fear.

You’re breathing heavily, angry and your heart in pieces not even truly understanding why it’s hurting so much.

“Do you want me to go?” You ask, your voice breaking near the end.

“You know,” He turns to look at you, eyes narrowed. “That’s the first smart thing I’ve heard you say since I met you.”

Asshole. “Fine. I’ll see you at training, Sergeant Barnes.”

You turn around and leave him to stew in his anger and self-hatred, determined to forget him and any kind of affection he’s inspired in you.

Sergeant Barnes and Steve turn back towards you and the two of them walk slowly, chatting happily. You watch Sergeant Barnes’s face, wondering if the man you’d fought with outside his hut and this smiling man are really one and the same. Maybe he has an evil twin?

“So, I hear you wanna fight me.” Steve says, amused as he stops with his hand on his hip.

You smile and laugh once. Your Captain Rogers looks good wearing a pair of plain grey workout pants and a tight white t-shirt. “No other man I’d rather train with.”

Steve’s eyes tighten slightly, noticing the way you make the comment sound like a jab though obviously not aimed at him. “Right. Well, let’s see what you can do.”

Sergeant Barnes moves a few feet away, taking shade underneath the Warka tree he loves so much. You and Steve remain out in the sunlight, cooking. You take your jacket off, tossing it onto the ground to the side, and take your stance.

The fight starts without a countdown. Suddenly Steve lunges towards you throwing a right hook then a left when you manage to avoid the first. You grab his wrist with your left but realize that unlike Aman, you may not be able to flip Steve over your head, so you push his hand away from you towards his chest and spin around his left arm your elbow finding the soft flesh covering his ribs.

“Ow,” He says, though you know it doesn’t really hurt him. Still you smile, happy because he must have been surprised by your choice of move. “I thought we were boxing?”

“I never said boxing.” You smile.

“Alright, cadet, you’re on.” Steve turns and immediately reaches for your right arm. He catches it easily and pulls you towards him. You use the momentum of his pull to leap up, wrapping your legs around his waist and lead his arm up around the back of his head. You use your free hand to punch at his right ribs and hear the audible thud as your fist makes contact a few times.

Steve laughs, it infuriates you a little that your puny hits don’t really hurt him.

“This sucks!” You exclaim.

You laugh too because it’s so unfair to fight Captain America knowing you won’t make a dent.

Steve wraps his arms around your waist and throws himself down on the ground, rolling sideways so that when he stops you’re lying on your right side and he’s kneeling over you. You roll onto your back just in time as he brings down his arms. You block them, shove your own hands between his wrists and with great effort you push outwards and his arms go flying apart. You wrap your legs around his stomach—he’s so freaking long!—and pull him towards you at the same time. He puts his hands out on either side of you, catching himself so that he doesn’t fall flat on top of you. Your hands find the center of his chest, punching as hard as you can. It hurts your hand more than it probably hurts his chest, but he still grunts when it hits.

“Ow.” He adds, surprise painting his tone. His blue eyes sparkle down at you, clearly impressed with your progress. Okay, I give.” He reaches back and taps your left thigh and you relax the hold you have on him with your legs. If there was one thing you were glad that Sergeant Barnes did, it’s to strengthen your thighs into steel. Even if your punches didn’t hurt him, you know that your grip around his torso with your thighs must have startled him with its strength.

You and Steve are both so busy laughing you don’t realize the death glare that Sergeant Barnes is giving the pair of you.

“When you two are done flirting, I think the GP are ready for their next drill, Steve.”

Steve looks to his friend and smirks, finding something funny. You’re less impressed by Sergeant Barnes.

When Steve is on his feet and offers you his hand, you take it and let him help you up.

“How would you know what my flirting looks like?” You ask Sergeant Barnes pointedly.

“That’s a fair question.” Steve mutters.

“Since you two train so well together, maybe you should take over starting tomorrow, Steve?”

Before Steve can reply, you glare at Sergeant Barnes, irritated by his teasing. “I think that’s a good idea.”

In the distance the GP begin to stretch, readying themselves for their next drill. “I think I’ll try and keep up with the GP squad, see if I can’t phase you out altogether?”

“You-” Sergeant Barnes begins, annoyed with you but he stops when your beads begin to ring. You hold out your hand and your comm bead slides up into place where Shuri is then displayed.

“Captain Rogers?” She asks you.

“He’s here.” Steve moves over to stand beside you and looks down at Shuri’s projected bust.

“Captain are you not wearing your Kimoyo beads?” She wonders.

Steve holds up his hand and shows her that he is indeed wearing them. “I am.”

“Something must be wrong with them. We received a call from the Black Widow, she says she and Falcon are inbound if you’d like to meet them in thirty minutes in the hangar.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah. I’ll meet them there.”

“Good. And Captain? Try calling someone with your beads. If the call does not go through, come and see me so that we can get you fixed up. We can’t have Captain America of all people out of touch.”

“Right.” Steve agrees and watches as Shuri fades out and your bead slides back into place.

“Let me try calling you, Y/N.”

“Okay.” He slides out his bead and after a bit of waiting your own beads begin to glow and ring. “it works fine.”

“Hm.” Steve sighs. “Well, at least I don’t have to bother Shuri with anything.

You suddenly remember that Sergeant Barnes had been fighting with you and you look to find him still scowling at you. Without another word you jog to stretch with the GP squad.

For several minutes you’re stretching in silence, avoiding looking over at Kara because you’re good at ignoring things that hurt. You’ve seen her face now and you know she’s beautiful. But you don’t need to be reminded of it. Suddenly, your quiet stretching is interrupted by a faint mumble that steadily grows loud enough for you to actually make out what is being said.

“We’ll have to wait and see. Things aren’t going well on the outside. They’ve been closing in on us and we may have to really start running soon. Which means I won’t be able to come see you anymore.”

“You, Nat, and Sam do what you need to do. You know, funny thing is, you’re on the run because of me and they’re not even looking for me.” Sergeant Barnes sounds a little sad, but he seems to also genuinely find it funny.

Uh oh.

Does Steve know that his comm is still on? You can hear them so clearly that it’s like you’re standing beside them. It makes you sad to think that Steve might be leaving soon. It also makes you sad because it means that he and Sharon will also be parting ways. If he has to go on the run, there won’t be much time for dating. Since your crush on him is hopeless, you at least want him to be happy.

You keep your eyes on your feet, stretching as far down as you can go. You actually manage to lay yourself flat over your legs. You’re so much more flexible now thanks to all your training with Sergeant Barnes. You also don’t trip over your own feet as much anymore which is definitely a good thing. Of course, he still finds things to be annoyed by, but at least it’s less about mistakes you’re making in your line of duty and more based on your personality.

Which is worse?

“Buck, will you just go talk to her?” Steve suddenly asks.

“Who?” Sergeant Barnes replies confused but distracted, as if his mind is on other things.

“Y/N, you’ve been staring at her for the past ten minutes.” Steve says, a smile in his voice.

Your stomach suddenly twists as you become instantly nervous. You slowly begin to push yourself up and back into a sitting position. Your hands go slowly numb and you grab them, holding them, squeezing them to see if maybe it’s just a circulation problem. But your heart is also pounding. When you’re sitting up completely you turn to look towards the two men, standing across the field, still underneath the Warka tree. Sergeant Barnes—Bucky—is looking in your direction.

He suddenly turns to Cap who, even at this distance, you can see is smirking. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy? Why would I be staring at the walking nightmare?”

“You’re looking right at her.” Steve insists, still amused.

“You’re insane! I’m looking at Kara, idiot.” He actively points over your head and you lean down again as if you’re stretching but turn your head and look to where he’s pointing.

Your heart clenches painfully as you see her, and despite your anger and hatred (though really, she’s done nothing to hurt you), you admire her looks. She’s got tanned peachy skin, freckles that fleck her slender shoulders which she currently has exposed underneath a light grey tank top. Her long dark brown hair is pulled up into a high ponytail that as she does her jumping jacks, swings back and forth from shoulder to shoulder. She’s walking sin, Kara. Her curves are to die for and her eyes are a shocking blue.

“Oh. Sorry, I just thought-”

Your heart falls and you’re so confused by it that you hide your face between your knees. You want to cry and you’re not really sure why. After what happened outside the hut you knew that you meant nothing to him. And still you got your hopes up when Steve said Sergeant Barnes was staring at you. For a long moment you wonder what you could have possibly done—what can you do now to get him to look at you the way he’s looking at Kara?

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” You say to yourself, forgetting that your comm is still on.

“What was that?” Steve suddenly asks.

“What was what?” Sergeant Barnes wonders, looking away from Kara to Steve.

“Shit.” You mutter, embarrassed.

As stealthily as you can you reach over and touch your comm bead and watch as the color fades. You swallow hard and slowly sit up, hands on your knees as you chance a glance at the two men again.

Your stomach twists when you find Steve staring at you, his brow narrowed as he clearly puts two-and-two together. You quickly look away and after some careful consideration—okay, not really you just straight up panic—you spring to your feet and race back towards your hut, eager to be hidden in the safety of your room.

“Hey! Where are you going?! We’re not finished!” You hear Sergeant Barnes yell at you, but you don’t stop. You run until you’re in your hut, door shut, and you’re sitting on your bed.

You think things through carefully. Clearly the comm being on was an accident. Steve just forgot to turn it off or maybe it was really malfunctioning and because you’re an idiot you decided to eavesdrop to find out about your friend and his impending departure to run from the U.S. government. Of course, you got more than you bargained for. Not only does Sergeant Barnes think you’re a walking nightmare, it does really seem that he likes Kara and for some reason this information has your heart aching so painfully it takes your breath away. You reach up, grabbing at your chest to try and suppress the pain.

Why would you care if you didn’t, on some level, actually like him? Not a crush but a serious attachment? You’d been unwilling to admit it before. Is that why you’re so obsessed with figuring him out? You know what you’ve been feeling. The yearning, the desire to be around him. The need to find out what is really happening with him. You know all of this, but you’ve never sat and really thought about what it means to you. Why is it so important? Do you like him?

“Bullshit.” You tell yourself as you come to the conclusion.

You decide you just don’t like being insulted. But he always tells you crap. It’s never bothered you before. Not really. It makes you angry but that was just you and him. That was how you two got along. It was stressful sure and it was irritating but it was normal.

How long do you sit there thinking about Sergeant Barnes and the implications of the pain in your chest? You’re still so nervous that when someone knocks on your door your hands are still numb. You’re so out of it that rather than pretend like you’re not in, like you should, you answer.

“Yeah?”

The door opens, and you shut your eyes, hating yourself for not thinking of pretending to not be home sooner. You don’t want anyone around during this revelation.

“It’s just me.” Says a smooth monotone.

You open your eyes because that voice, you’d know it anywhere. Steve shuts the door and then stands there staring at you with his thoughtful gaze and the smallest smirk on his lip.

“Oh.” You smile up at him nervously. It’s such a fake smile that his own smirk widens as he watches you deliver it. “Hi.”

“You got anything you wanna fess up to?” He wonders, crossing his bulging arms over his wide chest.

You stall by pretending to look confused. “Uh…no?”

“You were listening to our conversation earlier, weren’t you?” Steve says. He’s not really asking you because he knows and he’s just giving you a chance to confess.

You look down at your hands, held on your lap, in shame. “Yeah.”

Your heart gives another painful ache and you give him a small grimace when you look back up at his face.

“Sorry.”

Cap moves in and sits beside you on your bed. He’s so massive you don’t think he’d even fit in it if he tried to lay down.

“Why would you eavesdrop on us, Y/N?” He wonders, a little more serious now, the implications of where this conversation is headed in his tone. It makes you even more nervous.

“I didn’t mean to, really. I was stretching, and your voices suddenly came over the comm. I don’t know if you accidentally turned it back on or if it’s really malfunctioning, but you started talking about having to leave permanently and I needed to know.” You sigh, hating yourself for spying on them but Steve is your friend. How could you not want to know if he was going to leave? Plus, even through your current revelation, you know you still have a tiny crush on him.

“Y/N, I uh…” He doesn’t know how to broach the subject and you know you should help him out but you’re happy watching him fumble with the words. He’s cute nervous. “I…er…I know that you-Um.”

He looks away from you and shakes his head.

“I know that you know I have a crush on you. Sergeant Barnes’s voice carries. That morning in the west field a few weeks ago, I know he told you.” You shrug. It really isn’t a big deal anymore. You know where he stands and you’re starting to see where you really stand. You hate yourself for it and it mars your happy time with Steve.

“Oh.” He smiles. “Well aren’t you full of surprises?”

“I just-You were there for me when I lost my parents. You were kind and when I begged you to give me purpose you did. I can never repay what you’ve done for me, Steve. And yes, I have a crush on you, but I know you have a girlfriend and I know you love her. That’s honestly the only reason I kept listening. I’ll miss you, but I also wish there was a way that you and Sharon could be together without you having to go on the run. That’s gonna suck.”

Steve sighs heavily, listening to each word as you speak it and when you finish he nods. “It is. And I appreciate the sentiment. You’ve come a long way since I brought you here. That fight earlier was no joke. Really. And I know he doesn’t show it but Bucky’s proud of you, too.”

You roll your eyes. An involuntary reaction to Sergeant Barnes's name associated with anything positive and you at the same time.

“Right, the walking nightmare doesn’t trip over her own feet anymore. Such pride.” You don’t mean to sound sad and bitter as you repeat what he called you, but you do, and your mind shoots to Kara again. It’s so unfair! She was born to look like that. You’ve seen her eat a whole pizza in one sitting. You’ve never spoken to her and you know you’re being unfair and she’s probably a nice person but…ugh!

“Did that really bother you that much?” Steve asks, his brow narrowed again.

“No. Not really. He’s called me worse. But at least when he says it to my face, I know he’s saying it. Telling other people when I’m not there…” He’s talking about you behind your back. It’s rude and hurtful and why do you keep thinking about Kara and the way Sergeant Barnes was staring at her?!

Was he telling her you were a nightmare too? Making disgusted faces when your name is mentioned? Does he call you the pitiful cadet that is so weak and needs so much special training that he has to help you because he feels bad for you? Because he’s being forced? Were all those tender moments, the towel? The shoelaces? His anger at bruising you, the way he held your hand in the medical center? His tears when he hurt you? Was it all really nothing? Did it mean nothing?

You want to ask Steve because out of everyone you know, Steve would know Sergeant Barnes better than anyone else.

“Don’t take it personally, Y/N. Bucky’s just…a little tired? He’s still getting used to being himself again. Be patient with him. I know he seems strong, but he’s been through a lot. Just like you. Only different.”

“Like what?” You ask eagerly, turning your pained gaze on Steve. He shakes his head, staring at the floor in front of him.

“That’s not my story to tell, Y/N. All I can say is that with a little more patience I think you’ll both get what you want.”

What the hell is he talking about? You’re so confused as it is that his words mean nothing to you except that he knows why Sergeant Barnes refuses to let you in.

Steve gets to his feet and you sigh lightly.

“When are you planning to leave?”

“Not for a while still, hopefully. Besides it’s Nat’s birthday in two days and we’re throwing her a surprise party at one of the smaller nightclubs here in town. You’ll come, right?” He moves to the door, his voice hopeful.

“Of course.” You nod. You and Natasha get along very well.

“Great.” Cap says, happily.

“It’s not a themed night again, is it?”

“Well the eighties one went so well-?”

“Eighties again, really?!”

“It’ll give me an excuse to dance with you. I’ll request our song.” He smiles, meaning well but your memories of eighties night are not as fun as his.

“Hey, Cap?” You broach carefully.

“Yeah?” He turns to look at you from the doorway, his hand on the knob, his face curious because you haven’t called him Cap in so long.

“Back when Sergeant Barnes was himself, was that the kind of girl he was into? Girls like Kara?” You’re so nervous you’re surprised you manage to get the words out. You’ve hardly admitted that you think you like him to yourself that asking this kind of question aloud and to Sergeant Barnes’s best friend, you’re giving yourself away.

“Um…” Steve seems to really think about it and as he turns a furrowed brow to you, he nods. “Yeah, I guess he’s always preferred a more luxurious woman. Bucky always did like a betty.”

When he sees your confused expression, he laughs once.

“Oh, sorry, uh, a betty, means like a really attractive girl.”

“Right.” You reply, and look down at your hands again, that ache taking your breath away.

“Y/N? You’re not fa-”

“I really should get to sleep. Sergeant Barnes wants me in the west field at O-six hundred again. If I don’t go to sleep now, I won’t be able to get up in the morning.” You get up and walk towards him, ushering him out because you know what he’s going to ask, and you don’t want him to ask because you don’t want to answer. You won’t admit it aloud to anyone, not even yourself.

“Okay. Good night, Y/N. Chin up.” Steve says before he makes his exit.

You shut the door and once again lapse into thought until eventually you make your way to your bed and fall into a restless sleep, knowing that you can’t hide it from yourself anymore. You like Bucky. You like him a lot and you really want him to like you back.

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Enya’s Unexpected Journey - Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

Summary: Enya receives some special attention from a certain dwarf king…

Warning: NSFW! Also this chapter is, eh- kinda smutty in the end. This is my first try writing smut (in English), so please if you have suggestions: tell me!

Enya found herself back sitting at the base of the tree. She let out a long, deep sigh. Well, this little adventure told her what she already secretly knew. He wanted her. Badly. Dolvira’s words lingered in the back of her mind. ‘It isn’t love he has for you… It’s just lust!’

But was it just lust?

Enya closed her eyes and let her head rest against the tree. Of course it had to be lust. What had she been thinking? There were thirteen MALE dwarves in the company and she had been (until recently that creepy Dolvira snuck her way in) the only female. The testosterone hung heavily in the air… The deprivation of brothels or some solo sexy time should crack every single member of the company up and it made sense that any provocative behavior could set them off. So, when her stupid mind chose to behave like the way she did, wasn’t it fucking logical that Thorins’ mind became overcome with lust? Any man would lose it, so why wouldn’t he be affected as well? What made her so special that he would want to make her his? Why would he even want her to be the one? Maybe she was only worth a quick bang. Like the girls in the whorehouses. ‘And they get money as a reward for their services.’ Her mind told her. ‘You’ll be rewarded with a broken heart and a shattered self-esteem, if you continue going down this road. You’re always fall for the bad guys, and you know it.’ Enya swallowed and tried not to cry. She put her hair up in a ponytail and growled. God, she had a hell of a day. Defying Thorins’ orders and facing Beorn on her own. Fighting Dolvira. Oh, and what about a furious dwarf king that wanted to teach her a lesson by kissing her like there was no tomorrow? Enya closed her eyes. Maybe she was right about leaving. Maybe she should do that after all. Right now it seemed the best option. It would at least release her from the physical tension she had to cope with. Thorin would be able to focus on the quest again and Enya could practice her skills more often. She still didn’t control the subtle forces, and that fact annoyed her. But leaving now would mean that she had to forget about him. Not being able to protect him when needed. And that, lovesick as she was, was impossible. Being away from Thorin felt like… Not being able to breathe. Besides, it was the one thing Thorin forbid her to do. Enya chuckled. No, one of MANY things he forbid her. If she dared to cross him on this order, she could imagine he would hunt her down until the end of days.

But if she stayed… She knew she wanted Thorin too much to stop provoking him. Her self-control was simply nonexistent when he was around. Her body wanted him so much it would make her lose her manners over and over again. Enya whimpered. She needed him to give in. If he wouldn’t, the consequences were going to be disastrous for her heart. And they would be too if he did anyway. ‘There is nothing you can do about it.’ Her mind muttered. ‘I mean, how can this end well for you? Even if he does give in, it isn’t like he is going to make you his queen. Why would he do that? You know nothing.’ Enya clenched her teeth. Her mind was painstakingly right. She virtually knew nothing of dwarf laws or morals. Or the secret social norms. As a queen she would only embarrass him. No, she was a pretty distraction while they were on the road. Nothing less, nothing more.

So, her choices were either let Thorin break her heart by denying her, let Thorin break her heart after an amazing hookup, or breaking her heart herself. Enya had to confess that an hookup sounded the most appealing. At least she would get it her way (even briefly) if he decided to bury himself inside of her. Her desire didn’t care about the state of her heart. It needed to blow off some steam so god damn badly and her abdomen twitched at the thought of Thorins’ hard cock inside of her… Enya sighed and got up on her feet. She really needed to stop thinking about Thorin. And his tool. Being alone in the woods only fueled her imagination. Enya slowly walked up to the house. Maybe the other dwarves could distract her from their sexy leader.

‘Miss Enya!’ Bofur said as Enya closed the door of the house behind her. ‘Where have you been?’ ‘I needed some fresh air.’ She answered. Thorin sat at the large oaken table and eyed her in a way that made her body quiver with desire. He knew exactly why she stayed outside.

Her inner goddess stuck out her tongue and scowled at him: ‘Yes! I desperately needed some air after encountering YOU, FRUSTRATING DWARF KING!’

Enya bit her lip. Her mind was all over the place at the mere sight of him. It screamed that it knew a thousand ways to ease his ill-favored temper. And it all involved getting him butt naked… She deliberately ignored him (and her dirty mind, for that matter) and jumped on the empty chair next to Bofur. ‘Why is everyone so quiet tonight?’ she asked. ‘We’re all just a bit disordered, miss. That bear spooked us all.’ Bofur confessed to her. ‘We could’ve been devoured by that thing.’ Enya laughed. ‘That bear has a name. He didn’t hurt you guys and he is really nice, you know.’ All dwarves started muttering, as if they needed to debate about the truth of her allegations. ‘Oh come on ladies.’ Enya giggled. ‘You kill wargs all the time and they are almost as big as Beorn. What’s the problem?’ ‘Yes, we kill wargs.’ Dori stated. ‘But this bear is obviously under some dark kind of spell!’ ‘Nonsense.’ Gandalf interrupted. ‘Don’t be a fool. He is under no enchantment but his own.’ Kíli looked up to the wizard. ‘He won’t kill us, right Gandalf?’ ‘That is what miss Enya told me.’ Gandalf mused. ‘How many times do I have to tell this…’ Enya sighed. ‘He is a kind soul. He’d rather eats Azog for dinner.’ ‘Of course he is kind.’ Dolvira said sarcastically. ‘That is: if you are a fire witch, your name is miss Enya Blueheart AND you’re apparently able to reason with skin changers while they’re in their animal form.’ ‘BUT’ she continued. ‘If you’re not miss pretty face and do not possess these so-called skills, you will only see a terrifying large bear that is ready to devour you.’ ‘Do you still want your sword back?’ Enya purred. ‘I think it looks remarkably good on that tree.’ ‘Don’t try to convince us that thing is kind.’ Dolvira snapped. ‘We won’t buy it.’ Enya got out of her chair, ignoring Bofurs’ hand that tried to put her back down. ‘Don’t do it, miss.’ He warned. Enya knew he was right. The day had been long. She shouldn’t let Dolvira persuade her into a catfight again. ‘I’m outta here.’ She hissed and stormed outside. She sat down a wooden log and with her hands she massaged her forehead. She was startled by two young dwarf princes that went to sit on either side of her. ‘What.’ she groaned. ‘We’re keeping an eye on you, remember.’ Fíli teased. ‘And we noticed that you and uncle were together outside for a while.’ Kíli winked. ‘Care to tell us what happened?’ Fíli asked. ‘Can’t you two just go fuck yourself?’ Enya groaned. They gave each other a nasty look and laughed. ‘We could, but we prefer let a pretty lass do the work for us.’ Fíli replied. ‘Well don’t even dream about-’ Enya began, but she stopped when both of their faces frowned in shock. ‘What?’ she asked. ‘Don’t tell me I managed to shock you two for the first time.’ ‘No. But we wouldn’t dare to touch you. Uncle will kill us if we try.’ Kíli told her. ‘It’s a shame.’ Fíli confessed. ‘You look like you’re in great need. Didn’t uncle give you anything tonight?’ Enya bit her lip. ‘You two have no shame!’ ‘Ah, he did do something, didn’t he?’ Kíli guessed. ‘No.’ Enya replied. ‘Your neck tells a different tale.’ Fíli pleaded. ‘Or do you like to bite yourself?’ Kíli grinned. Enya let out an offended cry. ‘YOU WHAT?’ ‘We’re just teasing you miss.’ Fíli laughed.

Enya thanked the gods when Dori, Nori and Ori came outside, followed by Bofur. ‘We’ll continue this conversation later…’ Fíli murmured. ‘We won’t!’ Enya snarled. ‘Miss…’ Bofur began as he sat down. ‘They are no fun inside. Let’s dance.’ ‘Yes!’ Ori complained. ‘And Dolvira is keeping an eagle eye on everyone and it’s creeping me out.’ ‘Even more than a large bear?’ Enya replied. ‘Or a REAL eagle?’ Ori shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I don’t like her. She’s…’ ‘Intimidating.’ Dori added. ‘I don’t understand why she is lingering with us.’ Enya knew all too well why the warrior woman still was here. She wasn’t going to share that reason… ‘Erebor is her home too.’ She said. ‘You all know I’m not overly fond of her, but I also think we cannot blame her for fighting for her home. ’ ‘Not overly fond?’ Kíli laughed. ‘I think you showed us today that you hate her with a burning passion, miss.’ Enya bit her lip. Yes. A burning passion it was. ‘Perhaps. She was crossing a line and I had to make my point.’ ‘She is not that bad.’ Bofur objected. ‘Under the tough appearance lies a brave and kind woman.’ ‘I’d rather encounter that dragon.’ Enya muttered and giggled when she saw Ori nodding his head furiously. ‘Does anyone know what’s up with her and Thorin?’ Nori asked. ‘I’ve never seen her with him in the blue mountains.’ ‘No, she was a fling before Smaug entered the game.’ Fíli said. ‘Balin told me they were betrothed for some time.’ ‘But he himself refuses to tell us what happened.’ Kíli added. ‘And believe us, we tried to pull the truth out.’

BETROTHED? Wow. This suddenly became a lot more complicated. Enya bit on her tongue. Don’t react. Don’t! ‘Don’t let those two rascals know how much you care!’ her mind muttered.

‘Better not push him…’ Nori muttered. ‘Who knows what happens.’ They were all silent for a moment. ‘I didn’t come outside to sit in silence.’ Bofur told them. He turned to Enya. ‘Let’s dance, miss. And you promised us you would sing too.’ ‘I didn’t!’ Enya protested. ‘But You promised! I heard you doing that!’ Dori said. ‘Did I?’ Enya giggled. She got out her iPhone. ‘What should we play?’ Bofur asked. ‘Nothing.’ Enya replied and went through her songs. Which one should she choose? HA! Enya smiled. Girls just wanna have fun, right? Too bad she only had the version Miley Cyrus created (if you asked her, Cyndi Lauper did a better job), but it would do for now. ‘Music from my world is a little different.’ She warned. ‘It is much… heavier I suppose.’ She pressed play and grabbed Bofurs’ hands. ‘Whoo, miss!’ he laughed as the first tunes of the song filled the cold nightly air. Enya swirled around him and clapped her hands. ‘You guys wanted some fun!’ she cheered. ‘Girls need that too!’

Enya knew she should behave, but she couldn’t. It was too late. The catchy tune made her body want to move. She shook her hips and freed her hair from the messy ponytail it was in. Enya sang along as swirled around the dwarves. She got Ori on his feet. ‘Come on!’ she encouraged him before she started singing again. ‘Girls they wanna have fun, oh girls just want to have fun!’ She twirled around the prince brothers and laughed as they tried to grab her to make her dance with them. There didn’t deserve that after teasing her in such a rude way! Instead she took Dori’s hands and let him guide her. Enya enjoyed herself as they floated through the garden, engaged in a kind of ballroom dance. Oh god, this didn’t fit the beat at all, but Enya had fun anyways. ‘I wanna be the one who walks in the sun!’ Enya sung and laughed when she noticed Nori’s eccentric dance moves as they passed him.

In the middle of the fun, her body started shivering. Oh god. Her booty registered he was near her before her eyes even detected him. Thorin stood at the entrance of the house and watched them with narrowed eyes as they danced. His eyes were fixed on her and made her thigh squeeze together in agony. He seemed intrigued and angry at the same time. Enya bit her lip. There always seemed to be a reason for Thorin Oakenshield to be angry. Especially when she herself was the victim. ‘Why is he always mad?’ Enya mused. ‘I don’t know.’ Dori answered. ‘Maybe we should stop dancing together.’ ‘Or not’ Enya grinned. ‘You’d better not defy him’ Dori muttered and he wanted to let go of her, but Enya held on tight. ‘Come on! You only live once, master dwarf.’ She said. Dori smiled and they continued what they had been doing. When the last tunes of the song faded away and the courtyard became quiet again, Dori made a deep bow. ‘Thank you for this dance, my lady.’ ‘The pleasure was mine.’ Enya said and she made a little reverence. She knew Thorin was still watching her, but she ignored him as she walked back to the little group. ‘I didn’t hear you sing.’ Bofur complained as they joined the others again. Enya squeezed herself between Fíli and Kíli (‘make some room for a lady, lads!’). She eyed Bofur and got her phone. ‘Alright, one song. ONE!’ She chose one of her all-time favorite bands. ‘Been waitin’ at these crossroads, forever and a day, on a guy to buy my soul…’ she sung. Everyone was quiet around her and Enya closed her eyes as she focused on the melody. She couldn’t help herself. Her hips moved on the beat and she couldn’t keep her arms in her lap.

‘As long as I’m alive, all I wanna do is rock, rock, roooooo-oooock!’ They all stared at her in awe. Enya quickly closed her eyes again and concentrated on the song. God, she forgot how much she loved this jam. It was raw, rough, but yet so tender. True rock and roll. The voice of Taylor mixed very well with her own. Enya bit her lip and told herself that she really really REALLY needed to behave herself. After all, Thorin was probably still watching her. But her booty didn’t care about behaving.

‘Take me down….’ She sung dramatically as the song came to an end. Slowly she looked up and stared directly into Thorins’ gaze. His expression made her bite back a moan. Her body reacted to him and shivered under his stare. Good gods, she really had to break this connection before she would come undone while squeezed between his nephews…

That would be awkward!

She quickly lowered her gaze and got her iPhone as soon as the last tunes of the song had faded. She didn’t want it to play the next song. She knew for sure the dwarves would make her sing that too. And she didn’t need another song. She needed sexy solo time.

Right now.

‘That was really good, lass!’ Bofur was the first one to speak. Enya gave him a shy smile. ‘Thanks.’ They were all startled by a loud thumb from the door that fell back into its frame. Enya rolled her eyes. Mister panties shredder finally had gone inside and he probably was even more angry than an hour ago. ‘By the looks of it, I’d say you’re in deep trouble…’ Fíli whispered in her air. Kíli heard him and chuckled. ‘I always am.’ Enya replied. ‘And I don’t know why.’ ‘Come on.’ Kíli said. ‘We should get some rest. We still have that orc pack on our tail.’ ‘I’ll catch you later.’ Enya murmured. ‘I’m going to try to avoid the wrath of your uncle.’ ‘Good luck with that!’ Fíli chuckled.

Enya walked through the garden and disappeared in the haymow that stood next to the property. She closed the door behind her and let out a long, deep sigh. Her body definitely needed some time to cool off. Enya knew she just couldn’t be around HIM at this moment. The physical tension between them would be even more unbearable than a few hours ago and with her lack of self-control she feared she would just jump on him. Another glance of those eyes… Enya shivered. She couldn’t handle it. She probably even wouldn’t mind if the whole company watched as he took her. Her cheeks flushed red when she discovered her mind even reconsidered it as an option.

No. Staying with the company for the night was a very bad idea. This shed next to the house however, was perfect to spend the night alone. It allowed her to relax and regain control over her mind. Enya groaned. After Thorins’ little stunt (and his damn intense gaze) she really needed to get off on something. Her body ached for his touch and her neck still tingled from the attention it had received. She knew she was dripping wet, her thighs yearning after the look he gave her. She was so god damn ready for him. She sighed. And because he wouldn’t give it to her, she had to settle with some solo action. Anything to calm herself down before the company would hit the road again.

Enya walked up the stairs and discovered there was a second level, stacked with hay bales. She threw her traveling bag on the ground in a corner and sat down on one of the bales. She untied her boots and threw them on her bag. Her coat laid next to her. She stretched her toes and then proceeded with throwing her corset and pants on the pile. She opened the window that was on opposite of her hay bale and watched the bright moon in the sky. Ah. She laid down on the hay bale and shivered when the nightly air was colder than she anticipated. Enya grabbed her coat and tucked her legs under it. She softly hummed the tone of “girls just wanna have fun”, but was startled when someone entered the haymow and ascended the stairs. The person nearing her wore heavy boots that pounded on every step. Enya’s body instantly knew who it was, but she still wasn’t prepared for the electrical tension that suddenly hung in the air. God. It made her breathing unsteady and her cheeks flush.

‘Yeah?’ She said as Thorin entered the room. 'You didn’t came in with the men.’ His voice was strained. ‘I thought you left.’ ‘I wouldn’t dare to do so. Kings’ orders.’ Enya answered and suppressed the shiver his presence evoked from her. She avoided his gaze, because she knew she would be terribly lost if she didn’t. ‘A wise decision.’ He stated. ‘Tell me, miss. Why are you always barely dressed when I encounter you?’ 'I have no idea, sir Oakenshield. But you always seem to encounter ME in this position. It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong…’ 'And by the way,’ she added. 'I am covered this time. Don’t let your imagination run wild.’ She found her courage again and slowly looked up. He met her gaze and Enya bit her lip. He still looked extremely mad and his beautiful taunted expression was distracting her way more than it should. ‘Are you angry with me?’ he inquired as he deliberately came closer. ‘Yes.’ She insisted. ‘Very angry.’ ‘Good. Me too.’ Thorin growled. ‘And what on earth have I done now to earn your wrath?’ Enya blazed. ‘The list is endless.’ He shot back. ‘Let’s talk about you dancing and rolling your hips like THAT! Do you really intent on making EVERY MAN MAD WITH LUST FOR YOU?’ ‘I was just dancing!’ Enya objected. ‘Is that wrong?’ ‘You call that DANCING?’ Thorin shouted. ‘You DISTRACTED THAT POOR DORI WITH THE WAY YOU MOVE! AND THE WAY YOU MADE MY NEPHEWS LOOK AT YOU WHILE YOU SUNG THAT SONG…’ His face twitched in anger. ‘And why would that bother you personally?’ Enya hissed. ‘Why would you even care if the whole world wanted to have me?’ ‘Don’t.’ he growled. ‘Don’t defy me. And don’t let me get started about everything else you did wrong today.’ Enya rolled her eyes. ‘You surely do know how to hold grudges.’ ‘Don’t.’ he repeated. The wild, untamed look in his eyes that burned through her should be terrifying, but Enya’s breathing quickened and she licked her lips. No, she told her body. Don’t let him crack you just yet. Who the hell did he think he is to tell you how to dance? How to live YOUR life? ‘Obedience isn’t my nature, you know.’ She snapped. ‘So if that’s what you’re searching for, maybe you should try elsewhere. Maybe Dolvira knows how to be submissive.’ Thorin narrowed his eyes, but didn’t answer. He stood very close to her and she could feel the heat his body was throwing off. Enya didn’t want to give in, but her treacherous body ached for his touch and quivered. Her coat happened to fall off her lap and pooled around his feet. The bit her lip. She was hopelessly clumsy, but he would think she did it on purpose.

Oops.

Thorins’ eyes darkened and were clouded with lust. ‘You need to calm yourself down.’ He muttered. ‘As soon as possible.’ ‘ME? CALM DOWN?’ she yelled. ‘Yes.’ He answered. ‘I am perfectly calm.’ Enya said in a supercilious tone and she crossed her arms. ‘No, you’re not. ’Thorin said and mouth formed a little smile. ‘I AM!’ Enya bit back. ‘Then tell me: what is the secret to a strong and deep self-control?’ he asked. ‘How should I know?’ Enya hissed. ‘You tell me, MY KING.’ ‘The answer is ab-so-lu-te sexual abstinence.’ He told her. He raised a brow when Enya rolled her eyes again. ‘Yes, you’re certainly still learning to control your desires, miss…’ ‘I do quite poorly on self-control.’ Enya confessed. ‘And I’m not able to calm down easily.’ ‘I noticed.’ Thorin muttered. ‘And since you’re all worked up tonight… right now there is only one thing I can do to resolve this situation.’ ‘And what is your solution, if I may ask?’ Enya demanded. ‘It depends.’ He said. ‘On what?’ ‘You have to follow my orders this time, or I won’t be able to help you…’ he whispered. ‘What are you ta-’

He grabbed her waist and the sudden movement made Enya gasp (and forget what she was about to say…). His mouth crashed down on hers. Enya eagerly kissed him back, returning the same passion he poured into the kiss. His tongue curled around hers, teasing and stroking. When his lips parted from hers way too soon for her liking, she let out a protesting groan. ‘Let me see you.’ He growled in a low voice. ‘Why would I agree to that?’ Enya teased and she tilted her head. ‘I can tear your barely covering clothes off your body, if that’s what you want’ he answered. Although his tone was low and he sounded casual, Enya saw his eyes twinkling and she knew his threat wasn’t an empty one. He would tear ALL her clothes if she refused to oblige him. She caught her lip between her teeth and slowly did what he asked her to do. Her shirt landed on the ground. ‘Everything.’ He insisted. Enya raised one eyebrow. ‘That would be rather unfair, wouldn’t it?’ ‘I’ll be the judge of that…’ he husked. Enya stripped her panties off her body and threw them on the pile of clothing in the corner. Thorin pushed her onto her back and leaned over to kiss her again. His tongue slid over her mouth and a moan escaped from Enya’s mouth when he sucked on her bottom lip. ‘So beautiful.’ He murmured as his hands trailed over her naked body. Enya shivered and grabbed his tunic. Thorin groaned in response. ‘Be quiet. Keep still.’ He hissed and continued by licking and nipping her collarbone. His beard rasped against her sensitive skin of her neck and Enya bit her lip furiously. How was she supposed to be quiet AND keep herself from moving when he touched her like that?

Oh, that frustrating bastard! She knew exactly what he was doing. He was going to punish her for her “provocative” dance moves. He wanted her to be obedient this time. No… Enya held back a soft whimper. Her mind went hazy and she couldn’t think clearly anymore.

Thorin cupped her breasts; his thumbs circling around her nipples. His hands were rough and soft at the same time and Enya could not stop her body from quivering under his touch. Thorin lowered his head and slowly kissed his way down until his mouth found one of her nipples. He let his tongue flicker over it again and again. Enya’s eyes rolled back and she bit her hand furiously to prevent herself from yelling his name. She cursed him in silence for nearly killing her with pleasure.

This was too delicious. Too hot.

She did cry out when Thorin slid his hand slowly down her body and his fingers lightly brushed over her thighs. ‘I told you to be silent.’ He whispered and sucked her nipple. ‘How can I-?’ Enya started but she bit her lip quickly when she saw the look that crossed his face. His eyes were wicked and twinkled with lust.

Oh. OH! Panties shredding Thorin definitely didn’t like objections when he came into action…

‘That thing is called self-control, miss.’ He told her, in a low voice. ‘Being able to follow MY orders.’ ‘But I don’t-’ ‘Sssshh.’ He urged and then chuckled. The low sound set Enya on fire and she swallowed hard. Enya let her head fall back on the soft hay and held down a whimper as Thorins’ fingers brushed against the spot between her legs. Two fingers slicked inside of her and with his thumb he slowly rubbed her clit. Immediately Enya’s legs started to tremble. ‘Mahal, you’re so tight.’ Thorin hissed against her chest. ‘So wet. Ready for me.’ His fingers pumped in and out of her, slowly rubbing over and over on a sensitive spot inside that made Enya see stars. She bit back a moan. Good gods, this was a spot that a certain ex-boyfriend never bothered to direct his attention to! Or probably even didn’t knew about. Enya never felt this aroused before and closed her eyes to let the feeling consume her. ‘GOD SAVE ME!’ her mind screamed. Enya had to clench her teeth to keep silent. Her nails raked his muscular back and she felt Thorin humming in pleasure against her chest.

Oh no, this was too much pleasure. His thumb on her clit, slowly but steadily rubbing her into heaven, his fingers inside of her and filling her up, stretching her… OH! Enya above all tried to ignore his mouth and that damned tongue on her breasts. He sucked her nipples ruthlessly. She cried out when his free hand pinched the nipple that wasn’t being tortured by his tongue. Oh for heaven’s sake… Enya felt a well-known tension building up inside of her. Her breathing became ragged and unsteady. She didn’t want to come, but her muscles tightened and she couldn’t help herself. She was on the edge. One more move and she would… A loud protesting whimper left her mouth when Thorin suddenly stopped tormenting her. NO! The edge she had been on slowly faded away and Thorin took his time to kiss her abdomen. He let his tongue glide over her belly button piercing. God damn it, she KNEW he was aware of her nearing orgasm and he probably enjoyed agonizing her somewhat longer. ‘No!’ she cried as he nipped her hip bone. ‘Yes. You’re fully under my control.’ He whispered and Enya felt him smiling against her skin.

She hated the bastard! Enya decided she wasn’t going to be the only one being teased. She moved her hands quickly between them and let her fingers curl around the hard length under his clothes. She stroked him and let her tongue glide over her teeth. ‘A very visible and hard evidence is telling me you like what you see…’ she teased. Thorin let out a low, primal growl. With a quick move he pinned Enya’s wrists under his hand palms. ‘Who said you’re allowed to touch me?’ he hissed. ‘Me.’ Enya answered. She couldn’t keep her face straight and she knew her eyes sparkled with naughtiness. ‘I told you to keep still.’ Thorin breathed. ‘So keep your hands right here.’ He cautiously let go of her wrists. ‘And be quiet.’ He threatened. Enya bit her lip and gave him her “too cute to handle” face. ‘But I want to touch you. And I do quite poorly on being silent.’ ‘I won’t allow you. And I’m sure you can handle a simple command.’ He simply said and started kissing his way down again. Enya felt her breathing quicken. ‘I like this piece of jewelry.’ Thorin muttered as he touched her belly button piercing. Enya blushed and secretly was relieved he found it pretty. After all, dwarves were pretty picky about treasures. Thorin pushed her legs further apart and pulled her to the edge of the hay bale. The sudden movement pushed all the air out of Enya’s lungs. He kneeled before her and kissed her inner thighs. Enya shuddered. The sensation of his coarse facial hair against her sensitive flesh was setting her off. ‘You’re so delicate.’ Thorin breathed against her. His tongue slowly licked her folds.

Enya whimpered and lifted her hips, desperately wanting to be closer to him.

All hail the king…

She protested wordlessly as he pushed her down again. Yes, he was definitely trying to drive her insane. ‘DURIN! Save us all!!’ She cursed.

Good gods, he certainly did know how to use that tongue. He licked and nipped her and it drove her mad. Enya was writhing under him and bit her lip because she didn’t want to scream out loud. This was torture. Thorin dipped his tongue inside of her and Enya’s body arched up. ‘Thorin! Oh god Thorin, please!’ she begged. ‘No. You taste too good.’ he murmured as he kept teasing her with his tongue. Enya cried out in pleasure and he punished her noise immediately by sucking on her clit. Hard. Her body jerked and Enya inhaled sharply. How was she supposed to handle this intense feeling? He didn’t want her to make any sound, but he clearly also liked to drive her insane until she HAD to scream. There was no choice. She couldn’t be silent. ‘I want you!’ Enya shouted in agony. ‘Thorin! I want you inside of me! Please!’ He looked up and his eyes burned with passion. He lazily licked his lips before he answered her pleads. ‘You have to beg for it.’

BEG?

‘Me begging? I won’t give you such satisfaction.’ Enya growled. ‘No?’ he asked as he started sucking her clit again. ‘NO! … OHHH!’ Enya wanted to keep up a strong and very independent attitude, but the effect of her rigid rejection was destroyed by her loud moan at the end. Thorin made a low rumbling noise between her legs and the sound made her stomach clench even further. ‘PLEASE!’ she cried. ‘I beg you!’ She felt him smile against her sensitive flesh. ‘No. You’re not getting it.’ He stated. ‘WHAT?’ Enya shouted. ‘Tell me your pleasure is mine.’ He growled. His finger slipped inside of her again and he began rubbing thát sensitive spot. And his tongue… Oh his tongue! ‘My pleasure is yours…’ she stuttered. Enya bit her lip again. ‘Good. You will now scream for me, Enya.’ He rasped. ‘Let go.’ Enya buckled her hips again and cried out as he kept ruthlessly rubbing and licking (OH, and the sucking!) the most sensitive parts of her body. ‘Oh god!’ she moaned. Thorin growled at her. ‘Enya Blueheart, I need you to come for me.’ He commanded, without stopping tormenting her. ‘Right now.’ It was impossible for Enya to hold back or to defy his command. She let go and felt waves of pleasure flooding through her entire body. Enya gasped as her pleasure cracked and sent her tumbling over the edge, into orgasm. The intensity was one of the likes she never felt before. Her body jerked and shuddered. Enya screamed his name over and over again. ‘THORIN! Oh god god GOD, Thorin!’

Thorin softly slid his fingers out of her and leaned over her to kiss her neck. Enya pulled him closer and was pleased when he landed on top of her. ‘You can try to elevate the tension between us, but I still want you inside of me.’ She whispered in his ear. ‘I really need you to behave right now.’ he answered. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I tell you to do so.’ He breathed. Enya sighed. ‘What about that absolute sexual abstinence theory of yours, huh?’ Thorin held his expression together, but she saw his eyes twinkling in excitement. ‘Sometimes a short-term solution is needed. Especially when the subject is a very impatient lass like yourself, miss.’ ‘Do you tell that story to all the girls you chose to torture like this?’ Enya teased. Thorin frowned. ‘No, you seem the only one in desperate need of it.’ He quickly got up on his feet. ‘Get some rest.’ He ordered. Enya rolled over on her stomach and stuck out her tongue. ‘Like I can sleep now, sir Oakenshield.’ He smiled. ‘You’d better try, miss.’

He disappeared from her sight as he descended the stairs. Enya listened as the sounds of his boots faded and let out a deep sigh when the door of the hay mow creaked as it was closed again. Enya stared at the moon outside of the window and bit her lip. Jesus Christ. What the fucking hell just happened? Her whole body was flushed from his strokes. Well… It didn’t matter. For now at least. Her mind had shut itself off and it floated somewhere in heaven.

But even in this misty state, she knew one thing for certain.

She wanted more.

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