[Her touches are more than welcome, and Kili arches against her like a cat, making a small sound of satisfaction and pressing closer. The hand on her torso gets more daring, slowly creeping up over her breast, fingers brushing against it hesitantly.]
Aye. And I'll say the same in a hundred years. [He kisses her throat, just over the pulse point in her neck.]
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Aye. And I'll say the same in a hundred years. [He kisses her throat, just over the pulse point in her neck.]