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Kíli let out a small noise on contact, surprised, but not at all hesitant, nor resistant. The feeling of her lips against his sent a sensation similar to a course of cold water through his body, and his shoulders dropped and his eyes closed, his senses feeling alive and his body trembling ever so slightly. His hand drew forwards, resting atop the slender arm that curved to cup the back of his neck, broad, rough fingers curling around soft fabric.

It saddened him that she had to stoop to kiss him. His height was, at some points, an advantage - he could make his way through low-hanging tunnels in the mountain with ease, and navigating through obstacles came with ease. But it was moments like this where he wished he had that extra foot of height that would make the difference between their kind less noticeable.

When Kíli pulled back, his face stayed close to hers, noses bumping, the feeling of her breath pressing against his sensitive lips a constant reminder of the previous moment. His eyes opened to half mast, taking in the contours of the lower half of her face - the slight jut of her upper lip, the line of her jaw. “I don’t want you getting a backache from kissing me like this,” Kíli let a low laugh cover his moment of insecurity - though it was true, he imagined she would probably find this ever so slightly uncomfortable. “We could… move.”

She felt the slight tremer of his thin lips that pressed against hers, how his beard tickled her face and made it kind of scratchy. How his hand came to cup her own, how rough and callused it felt. It was the little things about him she so greatly loved.

Tauriels brow rose, her smile showing more at his joke, before rocking back on her heels. “Do you wish to go to bed now?” She bumped her nose playfully against his while laughing. Her hand falling out of his hair to settle against his clothes, wishing to keep contact with him. “You will fall asleep in all of these garments?”
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