LOTR/Hobbit Imagines

Fíli - Tea and Lockscreens

Modern!Fíli x reader

Requested: Yes! For my 500 followers sleepover ​ asked for prompt nr 12 from the Fluff list with Fíli!

Prompt: "Am I your lockscreen?" - "You were not supposed to see that."

Warnings: minor injury (I couldn't help myself) - fluff - sweet caring Fíli - rushed writing (seriously, I need to chill sometimes)

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You walked through the dark streets of your hometown.

Not too fast, but at a steady slow pace in an effort to keep the night going. Even though it was freezing outside, you didn't want this night to end yet.

You pulled your warm woolen hat a little further over your ears to keep the cold from making them red and numb.

The reason why you didn't want the night to be over soon walked right next to you, an arm around your shoulder.

Fíli.

Tonight had been your third date, and you were already looking forward to the next one. You tried to hide your excitement, knowing that you sometimes got carried away. It made you seem clingy or too attached. At least, that's what your exes told you.

So when you met Fíli, you tried really hard not to go too fast.

The only thing you allowed yourself to do was changing your lockscreen to a picture of the both of you. The one Fíli took on your previous date at the ice skating range.

You had shared a few kisses - nothing too steamy, sometimes holding hands or he kept you close under his arm like he was doing right now.

But that was it.

It was your little secret. Your guilty pleasure.

When the inevitable happened and you had reached your apartment building, you stopped and turned to him expectantly. This was the moment he would kiss your cheek, tell you he had a wonderful night and would watch you enter the building.

Nice and slow, you kept repeating over and over again in your mind. We don't want to rush things. But somehow, it wasn't enough anymore. You wanted more.

"You want to come inside to warm up?"

You bit your lip, anxiously waiting for his response. Fíli smiled, and placed his hand under your chin, pulling your lip from between your teeth with his thumb.

"Don't hurt yourself," he said. "And yes, I'd love to."

*

"Tea?" you asked when you hung his coat away, hoping he wouldn't notice the tremble in your voice.

While you were making two cups of tea, you tried to get yourself together again.

"Please," he answered. He took a seat on your couch and you couldn't help but think he belonged there. Dark slacks, white button-up shirt – with the top button open – and a matching suit jacket. No tie... Pity, you thought. It might have come in handy later, when he would tie your hands with– Ok, that's enough young lady! Remember to go slow! Go, make tea!

You excused yourself and hurried to your kitchen before he would notice your flushed state.

The date had been wonderful, you both had a lovely time and he had taken your offer to come inside. In your apartment. No reason to freak out right?

You felt like a schoolgirl again, infatuated with the lead actor of some teen movie. It had been a long time since you felt so giddy.

You took a few deep breaths and smoothed out your clothes. You got this!