Measure for Measure; or, Pippin the Irredeemable
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
952
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part X
As it turned out, Rosie and Sam did not go back to their own bed that night. Morning found the two of them still tangled with Pippin in the guest room, bed warmed thrice over, hot water bottle or no.
Rosie woke slowly, finding a crick in her neck where she'd laid her head against Pippin's outstretched arm. She struggled up, sensing the sunlight outside even though this deeper room was windowless. Sam lay on his back snoring slightly, and she would be dashed if Pippin didn't look smug as a tomcat, curled up to her husband.
Rosie pulled him on his back, pushed the curls from his face. Pippin mumbled a feeble protest, but didn't open his eyes. Rosie grinned, and slipped her fingertips slowly down along Pippin's belly. She'd learned a few things last night she wouldn't forget in a hurry.
Pippin arched, mumbled in protest, then encouragement, and finally opened green sleep-soft eyes. He answered Rosie's grin sleepily. "Now there's a sight to wake up to."
Rosie leaned in to kiss him, morning breath or no, and continued to work her fingers on him. Their tongues met, and Pippin was bending, giving in. She liked that. She liked that a great deal.
You won't control me so if I control you right back, she wanted to say. I'll teach you affection goes both ways, she might have added. Instead, all she mumbled against Pippin's cheek was, "Silly lad."
Perhaps he already knew.
The End
Rosie woke slowly, finding a crick in her neck where she'd laid her head against Pippin's outstretched arm. She struggled up, sensing the sunlight outside even though this deeper room was windowless. Sam lay on his back snoring slightly, and she would be dashed if Pippin didn't look smug as a tomcat, curled up to her husband.
Rosie pulled him on his back, pushed the curls from his face. Pippin mumbled a feeble protest, but didn't open his eyes. Rosie grinned, and slipped her fingertips slowly down along Pippin's belly. She'd learned a few things last night she wouldn't forget in a hurry.
Pippin arched, mumbled in protest, then encouragement, and finally opened green sleep-soft eyes. He answered Rosie's grin sleepily. "Now there's a sight to wake up to."
Rosie leaned in to kiss him, morning breath or no, and continued to work her fingers on him. Their tongues met, and Pippin was bending, giving in. She liked that. She liked that a great deal.
You won't control me so if I control you right back, she wanted to say. I'll teach you affection goes both ways, she might have added. Instead, all she mumbled against Pippin's cheek was, "Silly lad."
Perhaps he already knew.
The End