Newly Wed

Title: Newly Wed: III. Becoming One
Author: Andarta Wildhearth
E-mail: andarta_wildhearth@adelphia.net
Completed: Ongoing
Characters: Samwise and Rose Gamgee
Slash: Yes (Hints and character discussion)
Rating: NC-17 (This is the chapter that finally earns the rating.)
Genre: Romance/PWP
Summary: A collection of “lemon flavored” stories about the honeymoon of Samwise and Rose Gamgee.
Disclaimer: I own none of what I am writing about nor do I receive money for this.

Rose put her arms around Sam’s waist and entwined her fingers behind his back. Her head was turned to the side as her face pressed against his stomach. She recalled that he had been so skinny when he first returned a little less than a year ago. But now soft roundness was returning to his body.

‘Not too much roundness, mind ye,’ Rose thought to herself. She rather liked this new Samwise, soft, yet firm and muscular, and not quite as lean as he was when he first came back. She found pleasure and comfort in the steady rise and fall of his breath now as she held herself close to his middle.

They stayed like that for a very long time; silent, with the bride’s arms wrapped around her husband…and he calmed.

They took one last deep breath together before she pushed herself up and looked at him. Sam thought about how much SHE had gone through during the past two years. Not knowing…how difficult it must have been for this girl, NOT to know. Now she knew all the trials and stories of what had happened in their long absence from each other.

He recalled how she would not take his no for an answer and insisted that he tell her himself of the nightmare that he and Frodo had gone through. He was reluctant at first to reveal the tale to her, but broke under her protective insistence.

Then in the time of a very long night, Sam sat at the Cotton’s kitchen t and and told Rose the entire story of how he and Frodo survived without the Fellowship.

Many tears were shed and comforting kisses were given in the deep dark hours of that morning.

“Yer NEVER to leave the Shire without me, EVER again,” she demanded as dawn approached, “Never, ever again, Sam—as long as I’m breathin’, I’ll never let you leave me again. Someone needs to take care of YOU fer a change, Sam, since yer too busy takin’ care of Mr. Frodo and all the rest of Middle Earth AND the whole Shire to boot. You’ve kept me from carin’ for you proper when I would of gone into the fire just to watch over you the way you deserve. Oh me love, I’m so sorry. I wasted so much time not bein’ there for you-- wasted a year, so why wait longer? Please, Sam, let me make it up to you and take care of you now, please?”

Even though they should not have, the next words that Sam spoke surprised her.

“Marry me, Rose…”


So in the candlelight on his wedding night Sam looked at the girl now kneeling before him. His heart felt as if it would burst. He reached out to touch the side of Rose’s face and stroked her ginger curls as they cascaded across her shoulder.

“I love you, Rose.”

She stood and bent toward him and then kissed his waiting lips. He hungrily responded by taking her face in his ands and sliding his fingers into her hair. His tender force and strength caught her off guard.

She pulled away from him as he still clung to her.

“No Sam, wait,” she whispered. “Wait me love, let me?” she asked as she reached for the top button of his vest. Her nimble fingers began their work. They hesitated for a moment upon the vest’s last button as she looked into Sam’s wide, curious eyes. With another deep breath, she extended her hand to grasp the shirt on aon at his neck. His breathing had become uneven and forced as he reached for her shoulders and she quickly grabbed his hands and placed them back at his sides. “No, no, no, Mr. Gamgee, ‘tis finally my turn to take care of you,” she giggled. She then returned to his buttons, trying to ignore the fact that she had begun to shake with nervousness.

‘Stay calm Rosie!’ she scolded herself.

This time it was her breath that quickened as button by button his chest was revealed. She loved his chest. It was broad and strong and tanned. She placed her hands over his heart and ran them across and up over his shoulders beneath the cloth of his shirt. He then eagerly began to work his coat, weskit, and shirt off simultaneously.

Sam quickly became tangled in the sleeves of the garments as he shrugged them over and off his shoulders. Much to his frustration (and his wife’s amusement) his hands became trapped in the buttoned sleeves of the discarded clothing.

“Rosie, ye forgot to unbutton me shirt sleeves!” he observed with much frustration and laughter. “Could you help me please, Rose-wife!”

‘He called me Rose-wife…’

“No, no, not yet,” Rose giggled again as she pressed his arms down and behind his back. “I’ve more for you, me dear…” She passed her hands across his chest and down to his stomach, resting them on the waistband of his trousers. Sam moaned and felt the need to lift his hips in anticipation. His desire for her became apparent as her forearm met his groin and he pressed up to meet her touch. A sigh escaped from his chest.

“Ssssshhhh,” she cooed as she kissed him again before standing straight up in front of him.

Samwise sat at the edge of his bed in grateful disbelief as he watched his beloved Rose reach behind her waist to pull at the laces on the back of her wedding gown. She felt the grip that its bodice had on her loosen as she breathed in. Sam stayed motionless as he watched Rose slide the dress down her body and let it drop to the floor. She wore only a silky thin slip beneath. He could see the outline of her body through the material, her perfect hourglass shape. The darkened outlines of her nipples pressed against the white flesh of the thin fabric.

She met his sultry gaze with a wanton look of her own as Sam stood, trying to break free of his sleeves, impatiently throwing his garments to the floor with a violent whipping motion.

Much to Rose’s amusement, he was unable to completely free his left hand. He muttered and cursed as he stamped on the shirt and yanked at it until it finally released his wrist.

A moment of amazement passed between them once Sam was free and a burst of laughter erupted from them both…but the laughter ended with embarrassed glances as they remembered their situation.

“Sam, I’ve never done this before.” This time it was Rose who could not meet her spouse’s eyes as her hands fumbled nervously to her sides. “I…I’ve saved meself for you. Sam, I’ve never been with anyone.” She could feel his stare as she closed her eyes in embarrassment and turned her face from him. Her brow furrowed above her closed eyes. “I’m frightened, Samwise.”

Witis his he knew it was his time to comfort her as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I can wait if you need me to, Rose-wife.”

‘He said it again…’

“I know you can, but we’ve waited long enough already,” she whispered. “Be patient with me, husband. I’m just a wee bit nervous.”

“Then I’ll be right gentle with you, me love, and if you say, then I’ll stop. Trust me Rose. I love you so.” With that she looked at Sam and nodded. He lifted her from the floor once again and carefully laid her on the bed. He then climbed into it with her and pulled the covers over his back as he came to rest on top of her. She responded by opening her legs as he carefully nestled himself between them.

The feeling astounded them as they came to rest, reclined body to body, for the very first time. Wide eyes were locked upon each other in a wave of reverence and passion.

“I love you,” was spoken in unison moments before Sam brought his lips to hers.

She could feel his hardness between her thighs, through her slip and his trousers. She was filled with a queer combination of fear and want as she broke his gaze and looked above at the ceiling of their bedroom. Silent tears escaped the corners of her eyes and made their way across her temples to her hair. Sam had lifted his body above her with his forearms.

“Don’t cry, Rose, please, I’ll stop.”

“No! Please don’t stop. It’s just that…I can’t believe this is finally happenin’. I’ve wished fer it since I was a slip of a tweenager. Now yer here and I just know I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone from me again,” more tears fell from her eyes. “Please, love me, Sam.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Rosie. Never again,” he said so quietly, she almost couldn’t hear his words as he leaned down to kiss her again. She parted her lips eagerly and sighed loudly as her hands grabbed his back. Passion had begun to tame her apprehension as she suddenly pressed her hips into his.

He groaned as she began to move against him. He worked his arms beneath her shoulders and pulled her up into a sitting position. He knelt between her legs as he began to unbutton his pants. She watched his intent face, still too shy to look further down as the buttons opened to reveal his hardened member through his undergarments.

‘Don’t faint Rosie, don’t you dare faint!’ she commanded herself, ‘Breathe in through yer nose, out through yer mouth…’ She swooned as he raised himsto hto his knees as he pushed both garments from his waist and down his legs. She still did not have the courage to look at his manhood as he moved the clothing from his knees to his feet in order to discard them on the floor. He suddenly realized his own nakedness (and Rose’s nervously averted eyes) and he sat quickly between her spread legs and covered himself with the sheet.

She reached over and caressed his cheek and found his hand, bringing it to rest on her right breast. He outlined the shape of it through the thin fabric. He then softly cupped it, placing her nipple between his thumb and fore finger. Her response amazed him and aroused him further. She sucked in her breath and arched her back and neck in his grasp. When she recovered and regained her composure, she met his gaze and a look filled with fire passed between them. Her green eyes were hungry for more of his touch.

Rose reached for the hem of her slip and slowly worked it up her body before lifting it over her head. Sam felt woozy as her bosom was revealed. Her amber tresses were lifted above her inside the satin material before they tumbled back down across her shoulders.

“Oh, Rose, yer so beautiful,” Sam murmured as he moved toward her. She leaned back on the bed as Sam positioned himself over her once more. They rolled to the side as their limbs entwined and they came to rest face to face.

Their hands explored each other, at times gently and at times forcefully as they each memorized the map of the other’s body. Shyness gave in to curiosity and then desire as breathless kisses and sighs echoed though the bridal chamber…

…Samwise discovered the scar just below her right knee, given to her by the roots of her favorite climbing tree as she had tumbled to the ground beneath it years ago. He laughed to himself when he found the mushroom-shaped birthmark on the left side of her bottom as he slid her panties from her body. “Ye can’t make fun of me mushroom, now,” she giggled as his tongue lapped her skin there. Her giggles enflamed him. He was fascinated by the dark mole located halfway between her right hip and her delicious navel. How soft the skin was to all her once-hidden territories, her body a place to be discovered and explored and worshipped by the hands of this reverent traveler…

…Rose overcame her bashfulness as she counted the freckles on her husband’s broad shoulders one-by-one. A kiss was placed on every dusky spot once touched by the sun as he slaved for his Shire. She also numbered the scars on his legs and feet, which bore witness to and spoke for her humble hero. She knew a few of the patches once housed painful burns, telling her of the river of fire that had almost taken him from her forever. There was one small spot on the top of his left foot where she knew the hair would never return…

After many moments passed they found themselves face to face, laying side by side, breathing heavily and raggedly. She sucked in as his hand moved down the front of her body and between her legs. His inexperience was disguised as his fingers searched her most intimate places. Breathing became difficult for her as his fingers explored the hidden regions of her body.

And then it happened…

It happened so suddenly that for an instant Sam was convinced he had hurt his wife badly, because her whole body twitched violently. He went to move his hand away from her but she held it fast between her thighs. She bore him a look of desperation and begged.

“No Sam, don’t stop! Whatever you just did, do that again!”

Her words were like an order and he quickly moved his fingers across the last nub of flesh he had before her reaction. Rose moaned uncontrollably. He had found the place in her most secret region that would give him the power to bring her to ecstasy and fulfillment time and time again.

“Sam, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she pleaded as she kissed him desperately. He kept moving his fingers against her, sometimes abruptly, sometimes gradually, and took pleasure in seeing her responses. Her hands clutched at his body as she could feel her climax approaching. She pulled back and searched his eyes as it began to well up in her abdomen. She held her breath unconsciously as her release steadily built. Sam watched her with amazement as her climax overcame her and she cried out, “I love you…Samwise!” His name escaped her lips in a scream of passion as she shook uncontrollably beside him.

Sam mused to himself…he rather liked that reaction in her. It was different, yet very much the same as Frodo…

What if Sam asked her to…

“Oh my, Sam, what just happened? No, don’t tell me, just remember how, so ye can do that again, mmm,” she panted. It took her a few minutes to recover as Sam smiled, happy with his ability to please her this way.

“So now ‘tis yer turn, Master Samwise?” She blushed slightly as she encircled his neck in her arms. He moved to cover her body with his own once more as the lovers kissed.

Before he shifted close to her she sat straight up in the bed as if something had just dawned on her.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” She jumped out oe bie big bed and fumbled through the bedside stand, careful to disguise her nudity with a small portion of the comforter. She stood again, having produced a pale towel-shaped coverlet, w she she folded in half and placed it on the area of the bed where she had been lying. “We wouldn’t want to ruin the new linens…” she explained as she crawled back on the bed. A fresh feeling of embarrassment held her.

“Well I reckon we’ve already soiled ‘em, if you take my meaning,” Sam replied. He did not understand as he turned his eyes to her with mild confusion.

This was going to be difficult to explain to him, as she herself was not wise in the ways of physical love.

“Yes Sam, but I don’t want to stain the bedclothes and ruin ‘em.”

Sam showed some growing concern.

“What are you getting’ at Rose?” He took her hand before she could shy away once more.

She hesitated.

“The blood Sam.” She could not look at him as she spoke.

“What blood, Rose?” He held her face as he made her meet his concerned eyes.

“You know, the blood. All hobbit-lasses, they bleed a little bit down there when their first time happens. I imagine the other girls, elves and humans, do as well. May and Daisy and me mam warned me about it. They said to make sure not to ruin the new sheets.”

“Blood?” Sam repeated in disbelief. “Won’t that hurt you? I don’t wish to hurt you. I won’t do this if I have to hurt you…”

“Ssshhh, Sam,” she replied. “I’ve been told it will only hurt at first and then every time we do this after, it’ll feel good. We’ll just have ta get the pain over swift-like…oh by Elbereth, Samwise, yes I AM scared…but I want to give this to you, so I can be a proper wife. Only for you, Sam, please.”

He carefully helped her lay down beside him and whispered to her.

“Then I will be right gentle with you for certain. Good lords, I’m jumpier than the first time I saw the elves. I’m so scared I’ll hurt you. You must help me, Rose-wife, ‘cause I couldn’t take it if I hurt you.”

He positioned himself above her as she slowly spread her legs to accommodate his weight. She forced herself to look directly into his eyes, as he aletureturned her gaze. She could feel his erect member softly push at the outer lips of her hidden region and brush against the sensitive nub of flesh buried within. She bucked under his body. He stopped in concern but she pressed him onward by tilting her pelvis to him. He carefully settled his weight on his forearms so as not to crush heneatneath him.

“May I kiss you when it happens me love?” Sam asked as his erection pushed the outer folds of her sheath apart. She nodded quickly in response.

“This is finally going to happen, isn’t it Sam?”

“Yes,” he sighed, barely able to control his want any longer. “Are you sure yer ready for me, my love?”

Rose drew in the deepest breath of her entire life and held it for a second before she replied.

“Yes my dearest love, yes,” she whispered.

“I love you, Rose Gamgee.”

Their eyes did not stray from each other as Samwise Gamgee leaned down and kissed his lovely bride. In fact their eyes stayed quite open as the tip of his organ found her inner opening. She pushed her hips to him to allay his final fears for her.

And then he entered her…

No explosions or butterflies. No wizard’s fireworks bursting in the night sky.

Somehow at that moment they both realized how unnecessary the formalities of a marriage had been. How easy it was to love more than one person at once. How honorable it wo sao sacrifice your life and your happiness for another. How simple and rewarding it was to share your most beloved and precious possessions with another. A still and splendid knowledge penetrated the spirits of these earthly lovers, and they were forever changed.

The sudden sharp pain between her legs made her cry out in agony as she muffled the wail with her husband’s mouth. Though Sam tried desperately to pull out of her, Rose refused to release him from her arms and legs.

And then, as quickly as the pain had overtaken her, it vanished. She became very quiet and very still. He did not dare to move, lest he hurt her further.

And then she started laughing.

“What a sod I was—this doesn’t hurt at all now!” Rose’s laughter caused her sheath to convulse slightly, which sent ripples of pleasure around Sam’s organ.

“Oh gods Rose, yer laughing…I can feel yer laughing inside yer body!” The moan that escaped him empowered his new lover as she bent her knees to the ceiling. “Rosa, if you keep up with this, I’m gonna’ pass out right on top of you, girl!”

Now they were both laughing hysterically, that is until Rose remembered a secret Pearl Took had told her at the reception. So Rose clenched the muscles at her opening as tightly as she could. Sam froze and she rested the muscles.

Then she did it again, and again, and again, and…

“By the Shire, Rose Gamgee, yer gonna’ kill me before the sun comes up!” At this he kissed her intensely as he began to pump his hips and slide himself inside of her. She arched her back and lifted her breasts to his glistening chest. She possessively tilted her hips to his as an uncontrolled gasp escaped her lips.

“Oh Sam, oh Sam, oh Sam…SAMWISE!!!” she very nearly screamed. She suddenly bucked at an unexpected climax as he thrust himself into the deepest parts of her belly.

‘Was that a growl he just made?’ she wondered wildly.

“Oh Rose, I won’t be able to last much longer,” he panted as he continued to quicken his throbbing pushes back and forth inside of her.

“Let it go, Samwise, let it all go…”

His passion escalated and he pressed forth with a final plunging thrust deep inside her as he released himself in her womb.

“Rose,” he moaned powerfully as his member began rhythmically convulsing within her. She clutched his back as she felt his deep and delicate spurts.

“I can feel you comin’ inside of me, Sam,” she whispered as he hovered over her, too paralyzed with his own desire to respond to her directly. He could only remain motionless above her as his climax began to subside.

She knew it was taking all of his remaining strength not to crush her, yet with a playful giggle she pulled down at his body with all her might. She had to feel the entire length of his body against her. His warm earthy skin answered her request as his body pressed completely to her.

Sam moved to pull himself out of her.

“No! Stay with me…until you MUST leave me,” she whispered, suddenly serious.

“Me love, I’ll stay with you ‘til you draw yer last breath. I’m yours forever, Rose-wife,” he spoke quietly and softly kissed her trembling lips.

Their first night was only beginning…