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yamcat:

bilbo is checking out her own bum -which she’s pretty proud of btw- while she waits for thorin to come back home ehehe

It was the snickering that woke Bilbo up.

Well, she was getting peckish as well, but the snickering was the main culprit. That and the gentle pressure of fingers on her bum. As her mind crept towards consciousness, other details filtered in; she was out of her underthings but mostly under the blanket.

She craned her neck, but tried to keep the rest of her body from moving, and yes, that was Thorin behind her. The Dwarf had lifted the blanket enough to expose Bilbo’s arse – it was getting a little chilly, even with warm fingers and warmer huffs of breath on her skin – and was laughing quietly. But at what?

“What are you doing?”

Thorin sat up suddenly, smile sliding away to alarm. “Nothing.”

“Liar.” Bilbo also rose, letting the blanket pool in her lap. Immediately goosebumps thrilled along her shoulders and down her arms, and her nipples pebbled. She bashed her pillow against the headboard and sat back, expression expectant. She didn’t miss the downward flick of Thorin’s gaze (but that could keep for later).

“It’s just these, these stretchmarks of yours.”

Though quite aware of Thorin’s enthusiastic acceptance of her body in its entirety, Bilbo couldn’t stop the creep of doubt.

“Just look at this.” Thorin spread Bilbo’s thighs – at first Bilbo thought this some sort of distraction, but all her Dwarf did was to run her fingers over the feathery ‘scars’ running along the inside of her thigh.

Fine, it was still distracting. Concentrate, Bilbo.

“If I do this…” Using thumb and middle finger on either side of one stretchmark, Thorin pulled the skin taut. “See, it disappears?” She kept her eyes on Bilbo’s thighs and released her grip. “And there it is again.”

When Thorin chuckled again, Bilbo’s lips formed an answering grin. “You are absolutely ridiculous. And adorable. It’s unfair.”

“It is only that I find you endlessly fascinating, dear one.”

“And I feel the same.” Bilbo leaned forward and kissed Thorin; her hands carded through the hair on her chest and she let the swell of Thorin’s breasts fill her palms. “These are especially fascinating.”

Thorin’s hands were still on the insides of Bilbo’s thighs, her touch like a kiss of air so she could feel the ridge of each of the stretchmarks there. “I would not deprive you your fascinations.”

“I think we should address yours first. Namely,” she smiled and spread her legs wider, “you should get closer to these so you can observe them more carefully. And while you’re down there…” Bilbo watched Thorin shift downwards and her toes curled in anticipation. “Well, when you’re down there I hope something else will catch your attention.”