"Of course Bilbo."<br/><br/>Thorin drew his hobbit in for a kiss, slotting his lips to the smaller softer pair gentler than he had the last time. It wouldnt do to drive his hobbit away by being too rough after all. Wrapping his arms around Bilbo, Thorin pulled him into his lap, settling the slight form on his legs.<br/>Sliding his hands over Bilbo's back, he lifted the hobbits shirt out of his pants and tugged at the rather ragged waistcoat that had managed to not fall apart all this time. He was impatient to undress his prize, for the longing that he had felt was begining to well up inside him rather quickly.<br/><br/>"If you will do the same for me. Titles are well and good for meetings and formal occasions..but after tonight you and I will be far past such formalities dont you think?"<br/><br/>A slight sound in the brush caused Thorin to pause in his quest of divulging his hobbit of the clothes he was wearing, but he didnt stop as he didnt want to frighten his halfling, simply gazing into the shadows carefully to see what was watching them. When he caught a glimpse of gleaming golden locks, he smirked and continued his attentions on Bilbo; knowing whom it was that was taking a peek at his and the hobbits intamit relations. Soon enough he would let his nephew know he had been discovered, for now he would give him a show.