Tauriel, daughter of the Sylvan elves and former Captain of the Mirkwood, struggled to catch her breath and make heads or tails of where she was. Her skin was dewy and glistening, her breathing rather ragged. A rumbling chuckle escaped her as she blinked her eyes open. Oh, she knew where she was, but …. "am I upside down?" She asked, staring at a tapestry and trying to decipher the rather foreign runes.

Another rumbling laugh shook her, but it didn't come from her throat this time. A large hand tipped with thick, yet clever, fingers slid down her thigh with restrained and possessive strength. No. She bit her lip. Up her thigh. She raised her head to look but couldn't see much beyond the tangle of limbs and the hair. Straight red tresses mingled with dark waves, tangling deliciously.

"If you're not, I might be." Kili admitted on a huffing breath that showed he wasn't unaffected by what they'd just done either.

Reminded of where she was and why she was there, Tauriel paused to listen. Through the thick walls of the large stone chamber, richly appointed with every luxury a newly married couple could possibly want, she could hear a roar that rose and fell. Cheering. "They're still out there."

"Will be for days." Kili pressed his lips to her thigh, letting his mouth following the trail blazed by his hand just a moment ago. Tauriel's head dropped back and she moaned, her skin quivering and her breath catching. Again. "How do you know to do that?" She moaned, her eyes nearly crossing as her voice rose to a near squeal that was uncharacteristic of her. She swallowed hard, but couldn't stop her back from arching.

"As if you don't know what drives me crazy too." Kili countered, surprising her with a roll that ended with him on top of her and smiling up the length of her body. "The wedding is over now we can explore and learn." He leaned in and blew a hot breath across her hyper-sensitive skin and lower curls.

Tauriel gasped, unable to catch her breath as she reflexively brought up a knee in embarrassed defense though she didn't really want to stop him. He leaned to the side in retaliation and bit her knee, the rough stubble of his beard teasing and tickling the softness of her skin. The undreamt of sensation of his teeth, his facial hair, his hot mouth, all had her nearly crying out loud. She shivered in reaction, an erotic reminder of what he'd done to her already. Thrice.

"I never knew it could be such as this." The red-head moaned, squeezing her knees and effectively blocking his head. "I need water."

Kili grinned and twisted, pushing her knees, and thighs, apart and sliding up her body to rub his body against hers in order to stretch out his arm for the side table. Breathing stopped until her lungs nearly seized, when she finally came back to herself it was to find her new husband resting his chin right between her breasts, his dark eyes glittering with victory, and heat.

"Here." He held out the chased silver goblet. When she reached for the drink, Kili moved it out of reach. "Ah, no."

Green eyes blinked, unsure. His grin only grew as he moved the goblet toward her mouth, but when she reached he again moved it away. "Kili?"

"Open your mouth." He whispered as he himself drank from the goblet, moving upwards.

Guessing what he meant to do, Tauriel shook her head. "That's not water and I need no more wine."

"Aw." He pretended disappointment, again stretching out on top of her to put the goblet back down on the table. The movement dragged his curling chest hair to rub against her own bared chest. Her heart stuttered as her nerves overloaded, making certain parts of her throb with remembered release.

She grabbed his hair, wrapping his waves through her fingers. "Stop."

"Really?" He huffed, sure of himself. And her.

"No." She laughed, making her chest rise and fall in very interesting ways. At least Kili seemed immediately distracted, moving to snap at an exposed and very perky nipple, startling her enough to make the new bride flinch and then dissolve into laughter.

Kili laughed with her even as he shifted to lazily lap at the breast he'd pretended to attack. "Mine."

Tauriel shuddered, shivering like one long exposed nerve. "All yours." She admitted with a wide smile. "I never knew such could exist between two people. The love sagas don't touch on what I feel for you."

"I only thought I knew what love was. All was a thin veneer on what I feel when I am with you." Kili grinned.

Tauriel grinned, though she wondered briefly at the wording, dismissing it. "The wedding took longer than I'd expected, all the ceremony. I'll admit that it all felt unnecessary, but now, here, I really am rather put out that we haven't spent the whole day together."

Amused, flattered, Kili grinned teased her flesh with his mouth, trailing between her breasts with lazy abandon. "I know you said the wedding rites among the elves was much simpler while we were planning, but you agreed to Dwarven rites when you agreed to marry a Dwarven prince."

"Aye." Tauriel said, then took the initiative, rolling so that Kili was below her and she on top, supported by her arms with her long hair hanging down and framing both sides of his beloved face. It was private, intimate, and very hot. She leaned down and captured his lips with her own, teasing his mouth with her tongue as his strong arms wrapped around her, trying to pull her down atop of him.

The she-elf let him pull her hips down to meet his, and a certain portion of his anatomy that was rising up to greet her. She grinned. "You have most impressive stamina. From what I hear this is not the norm for males. Maybe it is for Dwarves, or is it just you?" She teased.

"I don't know about all dwarrow, but personally I've never had a complaint before." He whispered, leaning upwards to capture her mouth with his own.

Tauriel lost herself in the kiss for a moment before his words truly registered. She stiffened and pushed herself upright. The move pressed her hips down in close contact with his. His body bucked with approval and it took him a minute or two to realize she wasn't moving, but was staring down at him.

"Love?"

"Before?" She questioned, her green eyes wide. "You've done this before?"

Kili propped himself up on his elbow, his dark eyes melting as he shook his head at her. "No need for jealously love, I'm not widely experienced. And you are the only one to capture my heart, it is well and truly yours and yours alone."

She was across the room before he could draw another breath. Green eyes stared at him, wide and horrified. Feeling the sudden chill where before there had been a warm and pliant body, Kili stared back at her. "Tauriel?"

"Married. You're married."

Relaxing a bit, Kili nodded and grinned at her. "That's what happened today, yeah. Come back, love. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spoil the moment. You are everything to me."

"Except your wife." Tauriel blinked three times in rapid succession.

Hearing her distress though unsure of what was going on, Kili sat up uncaring of his nudity. "What do you mean? Of course you're my wife."

"The ceremony." The she-elf moaned, pointing at the wall to presumably the crowd still celebrating out in the main halls of Erebor.

"Well, yeah. Yes." Kili stood and took a step toward her, stopping as she backed away. He didn't like that, not one bit. "Quite a time of it too, pulling together a wedding on such short notice, but I didn't want to give you time to change your mind." He said with an awkward joviality that didn't match the concern in his dark eyed gaze. "You've changed your mind already? I thought you were enjoying yourself."

"I …I thought you knew. I told you, I'm sure that I told you. To the elves it's not a marriage …."

"Until sexually coming together." Kili bobbed his head. "We did that part. More than once. I'd like to do that several more times as a matter of fact."

"But you've done …that …. Before. With another."

Kili stared at her, unsure of what to say to make it any better. "The ceremony for my culture, the wedding night for yours. We agreed."

"No!" Tauriel shouted, then calmed, staring still. "No. Not just sexual contact with me to make a marriage, any sexual contact you've had. I thought you understood."

Kili shrugged, clearly not understanding. "That's not the Dwarven way of things. But I do know that once married that you expect me to be completely faithful. Love, I swore that before the Maker and all that we know. I swore that before my king, my family, the elves, and even the Humans. Everyone."

"Kili. The person you had sex with before me, that's your wife." Tauriel felt like breaking down, her eyes stung though no tears fell. Not yet.

Stunned, the dwarven prince shook his head. "Not our way."

"It is mine." The she-elf shook her head, her world reeling. "I'm not your wife."

Kili watched her, alarmed at the dazed look in her usually brilliant eyes. "No. You are, you are definitely my wife. My only wife. It doesn't matter whom I've been with before or how many times. There is only you that I've sworn my life to, only you."

"There's been more than one?" Her voice rose to a horrified pitch.

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Alright. Yes, I have other stories to update and I will, I promise. This just wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it.