"Would a friend to this?" he asks while moving in closer to her and caresses her face with his other hand. His thumb brushes softly over her lips.
Fehlina bites her lower lip when it leaves her mouth, already missing his tender touch, before replying; "maybe a very friendly friend."

Thorin smirks. He's not that drunk, but enough alcohol is flowing through his veins, making him a little more bold to hit on the fair elf maiden sitting next to him.

Fehlina's done beating around the bush. She moves as close to Thorin as possible, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulls him towards her.
She stops for a brief moment, to give him a chance to back out, but he's all in.

Their lips meet and Fehlina lets out a quiet moan.
They kiss slowly and carefully at first, getting used to each other's lips.
Thorin puts a hand behind her head while Fehlina still has her hands on his collar.
The kisses get harder and more rough, and are insanely delicious.
Fehlina puts her arms around his neck and Thorin his hands on her hips.
They make out for quite a while before they stop to catch their breaths, and to find almost every remaining person in the bar looking at them. None of them has ever seen an elf and a dwarf getting along like that.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else?" Thorin suggests.
"I got a room," Fehlina says and smirks.