Newly Wed

Title: Newly Wed: IV. Fantasies
Author: Andarta Wildhearth
E-mail: andarta_wildhearth@adelphia.net
Completed: Ongoing
Characters or Pairing: Sam and Rose
Slash: Hints and character discussion
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Humor/PWP
Summary: A lemon flavored collection of stories about the honeymoon of Sam and Rose Gamgee
Disclaimer: I own none of what I am writing about nor abeinbeing paid for any of this.


“Sam?” Rose’s voice was barely audible. She sounded and felt as if she were suffocating. “Yer smashin’ me…I…can’t…breathe!” The weight of his body had finally overtaken the capacity of her lungs. “Just…raise up…on yer arms…a bit.” She helped him lift his chest from hers with a shove and she drew in a relieved gasp of air.

“Well you pulled me down on you, love,” he chuckled, “Havin’ a bit of trouble makin’ up yer mind are ye?” Now they laughed again.

These two were going to be very, very happy together…

“Husband, I want to feel you as many times and in as many different ways as there are, includin’…on top of me, and…beside me and…let’s see, beneath me and, and standin’ against a wall…or a tree and then there’s sittin’…and…oh, don’t forget from behind me and then…”

“By the Shire, Rose, how did I get so lucky as to be the one to win yer heart? Yer a prize girl; an angel in the kitchen and a devil in me bed. You lass, yer what every lad hopes for and what every hobbit fights for.”

There was a second of silence before Rose spoke again.

“Thank you for fightin’ for me Sam. Thank you for savin’ me and comin’ back to me.”

He bowed his head and averted his eyes. He knew what she was really saying.

“I didna’ do nothin’ as anyone else wouldn’t of done.” Sam became embarrassed whenever anyone brought up his involvement in the Fellowship. As he closed his eyes he nestled his face in the nape of her neck. “You know how all that makes me feel.” And And YOU know how much I admire you Sam. I know how you feel, but you must understand this,” Rose reached for the sides of his face and guided his forehead to rest upon hers, “You always WERE my hero, long before you left. You shouldna’ expect me feelings about you to change just because everyone else finally sees what my heart knew all along. You were MY knight in shining armor long before you rode up out of nowhere to me Da’s farm last year…and ya’ looked so handsome in yer chain mail and yer elf cloak…no, I’m not changin’ me feelings for you, so you should just get used to bein’ adored.”

“You know, Rosa, I’m the same hobbit I was before all that.” Sam lifted his head from Rose’s and moved to kiss her chin, stopping to bless the tip of her nose before moving on to her jaw.

“’Tis what I’ve been tryin’ to tell you all along, husband. I loved you back then and I still love the same you now. I think you’d be the same hobbit today even if you’d never been one of the Walkers. Yer just lucky I fell in love with you before you were famous.”

She loved embarrassing him in this way.

“There you go, girl, now that’s how all this talk of heroes started: how did I get so lucky as to be the one to win yer heart?” He laughed again and drew back to look upon her.

God, she was beautiful. He would never tire of saying it, or thinking it. Morning sunlight would shy away from being compared to the color of her hair. He touched it now with his callused fingers; almost afraid it would break beneath his work-worn hands. It spread out beneath her head on the pillow and made him recall the light that surrounded the Lady of Lorien. Rose’s amber mane formed a halo around her face.

“My angel,” he whispered as he kissed her.

Her lips. They were like a perfect deep pink bow. Even when her mouth went for a time without being kissed, her lips were always full, like a new flower, just opening to the world. His flower.

“My Rose.” He kissed her again.

Her kisses were endless, something to be lost in. Her mouth the river in which he would willingly drown again and again.

“Not alone…” he murmured, recalling the time he almost lost his life beneath a different current.

She tasted of vanilla. She always had, even as a tweenager. Her tongue sweet and willing.

Sam paced his breath with hers, drawing in from her lungs as she exhaled, then releasing his breath with her intake of his air.

“I want to breathe you in, Rose-wife.”

‘I am his Rose-wife,’ she silently blessed her good fortune.

“I wish to be inside your soul,” Sam softly whispered as he searched her emerald eyes.

“You already are, me love.”

About this time, both lovers realized that Sam had not withdrawn himself from his wife after their first coupling. The realization occurred as they each felt his member regaining its hardness inside her body. As his restored virility became more and more apparent, he bent his right leg and turned it so as to place his foot on the bed for better leverage. Rose spread her legs wider and turned her hips slightly to the side to accommodate his new position. She responded to Sam’s first slow grind by bending her left knee and applying an upward force with her pelvis.

By this time Sam’s excitement had completely returned. He could feel the depth of her womb around him and a lovely dizziness overtook his being. He made no effort to withdraw himself noticeably from her sheath and only let up on the pressure his groin applied to her before gradually digging himself back into the apex of her fair shelter. Sam recalled the feeling of euphoria that came over his body as he was lifted to safety by the eagle that had delivered him from death. A similar, but less life-threatening wave washed through him as he began to make love to his wife for only the second time.

Rose was caught between relief and rapture as she surrendered her body once again to her cherished husband. She braced her foot to the mattress and pushed up with all her strength, causing Sam to lose his footing as he was pinned beneath her with a swift roll. A hearty laugh escaped him as he realized that Rose was now in a female superior position over him. She had switched their places so quickly and he had responded so willingly that their intimate contact had not been broken.

“So this is the way ye like it?” he panted as she braced her body with her hands on either side of Sam’s head. His own hands and fingers instinctively circled her waist and pushed her firmly down upon his member as they each cried out the other’s name with sudden delight. Her curly golden hair fell forward and surrounded Sam’s face like a waterfall.

“Yes!” she moaned as his penetration began to take control of her and she shoved herself up rea reared to sit upon and straddle him. She thought briefly of how her mother constantly scolded her for riding her father’s ponies in the masculine fashion. A tiny laugh snuck from her lips.

“What me love…what are you thinkin’?” Sam asked, his jaw slack with his own want. An arm slid around his wife’s midriff as he pressed himself up with the other arm to sit below her body. She answered his question:

“Soon we must take Bill for an early morning run, Samwise. I want to see if we could make love like this as he carries us through a field of wildflowers. I’ve thought of nearly naught else since you rode up to the farm last year…indulge me my fantasies, husband, and you’ll never be an unhappy hobbit, nor I an unhappy wife.” He immediately pulled back from her to capture her eyes, which were once again dilated in passion. His look was one of astonished excitement.

‘I’ve got meself a lusty little Rose,’ he silently blessed his good fortune.

“The morn’ after the ‘morrow, Rosa. For if you indulge me in my own fantasies on this night, we won’t be leavin’ our room ‘til death of hunger drives us from this bed,” he whispered harshly into the small of her neck as her skin reflected the sweat from both their bodies.

A loud purr sounded from deep within her throat as she raised her face to the ceiling. Her eyes narrowed as she momentarily noticed a cobweb in the top-most corner of the room.

‘Mental note…corner cobwebs,’ she thought.

Sam’s responsive growl pulled her back to him as he desperately and roughly shoved her hips down upon himself. Her legs instinctively encircled his torso and now she clenched her thighs and calves around him, locking her ankles together.

Their penetration was astounding as were their cries of pleasure.

Then Sam stilled as he suddenly remembered how long in his life he had been craving this girl’s breasts. He had been caught staring absent-mindedly at her bust so many times over the years (even once by Tolman Cotton himself at the farmer’s own dinner table) that Sam could not believe he had neglected them thus far on his own wedding night.

He chuckled, drawing a look of interest from Rose.

“Remember when yer Da’ caught me starin’ at yer bosom when we were tweenagers?”

“I remember him whackin’ you on the back of yer skull for it. I’m sorry ‘bout that Sam.”

“What do you have to be sorry for? ‘Twas me own eyes that got me in trouble.” He bent his neck so that his forehead rested upon her breastbone.

“Why do you think I wore that blouse in the first place?” One of her eyebrows was raised when Sam jerked his head back as he realized how he had been enticed by her so long ago. “I just didna’ expect me Da to catch you in a gawk…”

“I never knew you were such a tease, Rosa.”

“Oh, yl fil find I’m full of all sorts of pleasant surprises, husband…” She gracefully raised her arms from around Sam’s neck in an arc above her head. It was a move he had seen dozens of times before, while he watched her dance over the years. He now knew that she had perfected that delicate gesture for his benefit, a gift of beauty she had given and would give him again and again.

Only this time she was naked in his arms…and this time she added to the movement…she leaned slightly back from him and arched her entire body up to him. A move often made by gypsies and elven dancers, now displayed only for him, her body an offering now given of her own volition.

…And he acknowledged her loving sacrifice by feathering his shaking fingertips across the flesh of her breasts. He observed how goose bumps appeared on the tanned skin he found there. The skin of her bosom so warm and golden. He slowly realized the rumors had to be true; she bathed herself in the sun bare-bodied, for there were no farmer’s tan marks upon her. He marveled at the sight of her nipples puckering and growing hard below his touch. Then his mouth descended upon one of her nipples as he tenderly cupped her other breast. He had always pondered on how it would feel to suckle upon her. She had always dreamed of holding him to her in this waShe She kept her back arched and her head slightly inverted as her lover moved to lavish his tongue and mouth upon her other breast and she moaned loudly in response.

“Oh my goodness, Sam, you feel so…good,” she cried. “Please, more!”

Sam answered her call by sucking at each of her breasts with more force and yearning. “Oh yes, Sam, yes,” a gasp of exclamatiled led her lips as her hands reached blindly for his shoulders.

“Rose…I’ve wanted you for so long.” The fire and candlelight cast a gilt luster amid the shadows on her form.

Rose felt a gradual release building in her. Encouraged by the feeling of bliss given to her by Sam’s attention to her chest, she sensed a subtle welling up of energy deep inside her abdomen. She slowly coiled Sam tightly inside her legs. He slipped his powerful arms under hers and clasped his hands over her shoulders from behind, giving him the ability to press her more efficiently against him. She reacted with an unexpected squeak. Laughter from both of them followed surprised smiles.

“Next time I’ll meow for you, husband.”

‘I just made her squeak,’ he thought to himself.

This one small sound slipping suddenly from Rose’s body coupled with her playful reaction unleashed something primal in Samwise Gamgee as he pushed down on his wife’s shoulders with all of his strength. She answered his desperate pushes and thrusts by sliding her body up and down his as much as her confinement in his embrace would allow.

Sam began to kiss and suck savagely at the base of Rose’s throat and she cried out, surrendering control of her own body to the only hobbit she had ever loved so much.

And then they came together…


…Sam had known he would not be able to hold back his release upon hearing the noises his wife made. She was so passionate and lovely. He had to relinquish control of his own reticence and composure and ravage her. His body brutally pummeled hers and she screamed in ecstasy in response to both of their orgasms…

…As her release escalated in her husband’s desperate clutches, she knew this would be unlike her previous climaxes. Instead of being centered on the tender nub of sensitive flesh above her opening, this one would find shelter deep within her womb. The sensual and punishing glides of her lover’s organ inside her elicited a sensation more like the rippling current of a strong river or an abrupt and staggering gust of wind pushing her balance to the edge of restraint. With his final animal-like plunges he physically touched a place in the center of her body and they fell back into the ocean’s crashing wave together…

Breathing slowed…
Consciousness returned…
Senses were restored…

Sam and Rose discovered that they were no longer in the center of the expansive bed they now shared. At some point after Sam had moved them to a sitting position, with their limbs and arms entwined…they had unwittingly traveled to the foot of the bed. Now his legs and knees were bent and dangling over the footboard. Rose's body had become inverted almost completely as she was leaning upside down into the empty space at the mattress’ end. If Sam’s arms had not been locked around her waist, she surely would have fallen backward onto the floor at some point during their coupling.

She opened her eyes and beheld an upside down blaze in the fireplace.

“Sam, how did I get down here?” She groped for anything that would help her bring her body right-side up when she felt Sam’s locked hands pull up from behind her middle as she was lifted in an arc before toppling onto him.

“Now there’s an eye opener, an’ no mistake…” Sam whispered.

“Oh me goodness, that was…oh my,” Rose lifted herself so she could get a better view of her husband lying beneath her. The grins they now gave each other were more knowing and mischievous rather than shy and avoiding. Rose noticed Sam focus on the base of her throat for a few seconds before returning her gaze with a look of mild consternation.

“What?” she asked.

“Please don’t get too mad with me…sweet wife, but…um…you’ve got a few…well, um…you’ve got a few pretty big love bites on yer neck now…HEY…OUCH!!! No fair, no pinchin’!”