M-rated out-take 5, carried on from Chapter 53 of Lose Yourself:

I stashed the breastplate under a blanket in our little room before joining the others for dinner. There wasn't a lot of food, but there was a lot of wine, and therefore lots of toasting, swigging and tipsy laughter. Surely that wasn't a healthy way to prepare for a battle, but what would I know?

Bilbo was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed he'd gone to find some solitude away from the dwarvish ruckus. Fili talked and laughed with Kili and a few others, and even Thorin joined us briefly. They all seemed excited, but that was probably a front.

I left before I got too stuck in to the drinking. Fili watched me leave, and I gave him a significant look before departing for our room. I didn't expect him to follow me, not after our fight today, our first. I briefly had a horrifying thought that he might dump me after today's performance, but I grit my teeth and pushed the thought aside. It wasn't helpful. I just needed distraction. So I heated some water over the fire, stripped off and began to wash.

The door groaned open unexpectedly, and he entered. His eyes caught me and he stopped and stared, closing the door behind him. He walked forward to me, his gaze not leaving my body, and as he passed me and sat down on the fur bed, his eyes stayed upon me.

I took it as my cue to continue. I washed slowly, quivering as I rubbed the rough warm cloth over my skin, leaving goosebumps behind as the air of the room hit me. I swept my hair over my shoulder and reached behind me to wash my back, taking care to push my chest out. Fili took a deep breath and sat up a little straighter.

He still wore his armour. He looked strong, magnificent and virile. It made me want him.

I squeezed the water out of the cloth, letting it run down in between my breasts and down my abdomen. I kept my eyes on Fili, who shifted restlessly on the bed, but stayed there, mouth slightly open, looking at me like he looked at me that day in Mirkwood. Like I had paralysed him, like I was a goddess.

Finishing with my arms, I raised one into the air and washed it with the other, repeating on the other side. I dropped the cloth into the water and ran my hands over my naked body, over my breasts and down my hips, flicking water off me as I went.

Stepping out and wrapping myself in a sheet, I walked over to Fili, kneeling in front of him. He said nothing, he just looked. I stroked the cool metal of his armour, the edges feeling sharper than I imagined. He hastened to take the chest plate and mail off, leaving his leathers underneath. I yanked his boots off and threw them aside, before ripping the sheet off myself, not caring that I still had wet skin, and sat astride him.

He grasped my sides with his hands, oh, those hands, rough and strong. My heart was pounding, and my skin burned beneath his touch, the warmth flowing into my core, stirring and feeding that fiery desire within me.

I caressed his beard, stroking gently, and looking deep into his eyes. He looked both elated and despondent all at once, and I probably had a lot to do with both.

'Fili?' I asked softly.

He leaned into my hand and scrunched his eyes shut. His forehead was deeply creased, and I looked at him in alarm. When he opened his eyes again, they were red, wet with tears.

Oh no.

'Oh, Fili. Fili, please, I'm sorry, don't be angry with me, don't cry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry,' my voice was frantic, and I dashed his tears away with my fingers.

He took a deep, steadying breath. 'It's me who should apologise, about what happened at the armoury. Becoming angry with you was never my intention.'

'No, Fili, don't you dare. I was being such a bitch before. My fault. I'm sorry.'

He gave a small smile, but his expression remained anguished. 'Stop saying sorry, Bonnie. I love you so much, more than you know, and I'm scared of tomorrow. I've never been scared before, but now I have someone else to think about, someone I'm terrified of leaving behind if the battle goes awry. And I don't know how to handle that feeling.'

'Ahh,' I sighed, looking down and feeling ashamed of myself.

'None of it matters right now. We have one last night of peace, and I want to spend it inside you.'

Oh my dear god. Did I hear right? Everything clenched.

'Yes,' I whispered.

He wrapped his arms tightly around me, lifting me further into his embrace, flush against him. Lifting his head to meet mine, I guided his mouth to mine, lips and tongues hard, frantic and searching. He gave a short moan and pulled me down onto him tighter. My groin chafed against his leathers and I gasped involuntarily, letting that hot, wanting feeling pool within my lower belly.

He lifted my hands off his face and placed them on his chest, wordlessly asking me to undress him. I slowly untied the leathers and pushed them off him, and he shrugged out of them impatiently, lifting his arms up and smiling an enormous dimply grin as I rolled his tunic up and pulled it over his head.

I sat there on his lap for a moment, brushing his hair off his shoulders and running my hands across the top of them, down his deltoids, back across his chest, muscles quivering beneath my fingers. His breathing quickened, and I moved my hands south, through his chest hair, lightly tugging at his nipples, before pushing him down to lying. He lifted his ass to help me as I pulled his trousers off, marvelling at his thick thighs and muscular calves as I did so.

His erect cock lay up against his belly, and I sat astride him again, pressing my clit into the rock hard length and gently grinding against him, rocking my hips in a slow circle, hands resting on his chest. He groaned loudly and grasped my hips, thrusting upwards against me, a sharp jolt surging through me, more pleasurable than painful.

And without warning he sat up, wrapping his arms around me again and nuzzling his face into my chest, gently kissing each of my breasts in turn, flicking his tongue across my nipples, and stroking his nose across the soft skin underneath my collar bones. His hands roamed down to my ass, and he rolled my cheeks between his hands, and gently squeezed and stroked that sensitive part of me where my ass joined my thighs. Sensory overload. I gasped and held onto him, almost feeling faint.

'You are so beautiful, Bonnie, all of you. Has any man told you that before?' He whispered to me.

'Never like this,' I murmured shakily back to him.

'I can't wait any longer. I need this.' He took both my hands in one of his and held them tight behind my back, winding his other hand into my hair and pulling my head back. I couldn't move, but I didn't want to. I needed this, too.

The hand that held mine pressed against my lower back, pulling my pelvis in towards his. And he gently slid his cock into me, slowly, agonising but perfect all at once, filling and stretching me. I moaned softly, and he exhaled against my neck, lips grazing my throat.

He pulled back and thrust into me again, and again, hard and sharp, slipping in and out easily because I was so wet. I gasped each time, each thrust feeling completely new, subduing that need for him and overwhelming me.

Releasing my hands and hair, he lay back, biceps flexing as he brought a pillow to rest underneath his head. I leaned over him, his cock still buried inside me, and I began doing as I had before, rocking my hips, grinding down onto him. The feeling was out of this world, he felt so deep, touching that sweet susceptible spot. I moved faster, desperate to find relief.

But I didn't make it. Fili held still, face pink and contorted with pleasure. He grabbed onto my hips and held me tight, fingers digging into my sides. He breathed heavily and let out a loud, grunting 'ah' as he came inside me.

It took a while, but eventually he relaxed and lay back, panting, eyes closed, a sated expression on his face. I watched the angry pink blotches gradually disappear from his face and chest, and he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I bent to kiss him, stroking his hair and face. He kept his hands on me, wrapping them around my middle. Post-coital cuddling. Yes, this is good.

'You are amazing,' he said. 'I love your brain the most, but your nice wide hips are a close second.'

I snorted, and he closed his eyes and scrunched up his face. So damn cute.

'I didn't feel you come,' he said, opening his eyes again.

'That's not a question,' I chided him.

'I'm assuming the answer is no, anyway. I want you to come for me.' He sat up and manoeuvred me so that I was lying sideways in his lap, my ass resting on the bed between his legs and my head resting on a pile of pillows.

Oh, my, god.

He gently pressed my legs apart, caressing my inner thighs with his fingers. I don't know why I felt more exposed, more vulnerable this way, but it was hot, so freaking hot. And without breaking eye contact, he eased two fingers inside me, gently massaging my clitoris with his thumb.

It felt exquisite. I closed my eyes briefly and relished in the sensation, one that stirred that hot feeling within my pelvis again. But I wanted to look at him, for him to know how good he made me feel. He scooped his other hand around my back, gently stroking my breast. I rested my hands on his leg, the leg beneath my own legs, gently squeezing as my body processed the pleasure he was giving me.

I started panting, twisting my pelvis and thrusting myself down onto his fingers. It built within me – that decadent, tense fire – and I wasn't going to last much longer.

'Fili, I'm going to come.' I groaned to him.

'Yes, do it, come,' he commanded me.

And I cried out as my orgasm took me, clenching and quaking through my whole body, and I didn't take my eyes off his, even as the waves of heat and pleasure rolled through me and eventually subsided.

I sighed with relief, utterly content, but that wasn't my last orgasm of the night, nor his.

Inspiration: Tool - Parabol/Parabola. God I love that band.