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Send me a symbol for a kiss from my muse!

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ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.

Fili brushed away sweat from his forehead with his forearm before going back to beating at the anvil as he worked on a new sword. He had been working at the forge the whole evening so by the time Sigrid came by he was the only one left. He removed the leather apron and his soaked through tunic before he noticed her there.

“Ah Sigrid. How long have you been here?” he wondered, but got no answer. He smiled and walked closer and then he realized she was staring at his chest and arms. A tad smug he winked and reached over to take her hand,
“What? There isn’t anything you haven’t seen before,” he pointed out, but suddenly he had his arms full of Sigrid as she grabbed him and pulled him into a passion filled kiss.

“True, but shirtless and sweaty is a good look on you,” Sigrid sighed as they tumbled around in the empty forge.
“Pretty sure you’ve seen that too,” Fili pointed out, snorting as Sigrid’s back collided with a wooden beam, allowing him to tip toe to deepen their kiss and curl his fingers into her locks.
“Damn it Fili. The point is you look good, alright?” Sigrid laughed, sliding her hands non too shyly down his back to bring him closer. 

“Thank you,” he hummed, his hands peeling open the back of her dress as he moved her away from the beam. Only to stumble on something on the floor and sending them both crashing to the floor. 
“Oh by Balin’s beard-” Fili groaned, cursing his lack of elegance, but Sigrid just laughing and leaned down to kiss him again while her hands found her way to his chest instead.
“Ah this isn’t too bad either.”