Newly Wed

Title: Newly Wed: VIII. Any Closer
Author: Andarta Wildhearth
E-Mail: andarta_wildhearth@adelphia.net
Completed: Ongoing
Characters: Rose and Sam
Slash: Hints and allegations
Rating: Sexy and NC-17…
Genre: Romance/PWP
Summary: Here they go again…
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, I’m just a perv. Be patient, I’ll get to the “Frodo, won’t you join us” sex after the honeymoon. It’s only fair the new couple get to KNOW each other first…don’t ya think?


Sam shifted his body weight and moved away from his wife. No longer straddling her, but with his hips even with her pillows, he sat there in disbelief. He leaned his back against the giant headboard and stared down to the foot of the bed and to the fireplace beyond. He looked down at Rose and then back toward the dying fire, then slowly back to her. A thousand questions and worries were in his head about what had just transpired between them. What if, what if, what if…

“Samwise, I’ve just said yes to you, me love.”

“But Rose, we…”

She interrupted him.

“Hardly know each other as husband and wife…don’t rightly know what will come of such a suggestion…don’t even know if Mr. Frodo would feel comfortable enough to accept…shouldna’ be livin’ in such a sinful situation…what else, Sam, what else? We aren’t like other hobbits and besides, I’m not goin’ to lie to you and tell you I’ve never thought of Mr. Frodo in that way…because I have.”

Sam shot her a surprised look before she continued.

“Sam, you know I’ve always been sweet on you, I never wanted nor cared to love anyone else, me whole life through. But I tell you husband, there were times over the years that I would catch ‘is gaze and it felt like me and Mr. Frodo had talked for hours in just a few seconds, like earlier tonight, it happened. His eyes are always a little sad, even years ago. And in those glances between us, when we would look at each other, maybe he felt guilty long ago fer takin’ you from me at the time, or maybe he was yearnin’ for a wife and dark-haired children to call ‘is own. But Sam, a part of me has always wept for him and I knew not why. Not ‘till this past fall when he fell ill while you were gone.”

“You took good care of ‘im, Rose.” Sam reached down and stroked Rose’s hair while she continued.

“I was angry ‘cause I knew the reasons for his sickness. I wanted to drive the demons from him, I knew I loved him as I wiped his face and lay on the bed next to him to keep ‘im warm. He was so cold, Sam. I never felt anyone so cold that weren’t dead. I was afraid we’d lose him, and that changed me heart forever.”

“I know what you mean, Rose.” Sam had leaned his body to the side toward her while she spoke. He kept on caressing her hair as she talked. But then she abruptly looked up at her husband with a perplexed expression.

“Samwise, how are we goin’ to ask him…how are we goin’ to get on about this whole situation?”

He continued to caress her face, the side of her cheek from her temple to her jaw. He felt the tiny shudder that escaped her and he smiled.

“We won’t worry ‘bout it. We’ll just let it happen naturally. And it will happen, Rose-wife. I know it will. To be truthful, I’ve seen those looks that have passed between you two, like tonight, I saw it as you danced, and I tell you, just thinkin’ of it makes me heart skip. And don’t you worry none; I know he will want this just as much as we do. I think he misses me touch…and I dare say I think he longs for you even though he hasn’t said it to me yet.” Sam paused briefly and looked at her before speaking further. “But Rose, know in yer heart that no one could ever want you more than me, no one could ever love you more than me.”

“Sounds like yer afeared he’ll steal me love away from ye,” Rosie cajoled Sam.

“Yes, Rose-wife, I am,” Sam looked at her very seriously.

“Oh, pooh, you old jealous goat,” she giggled. As she laughed it off, she considered Sam’s sincerity in the matter. As his expression held no less gravity after her smiles had faded, she knew her husband had something difficult to say. “Just what are you gettin’ at, Sam?”

“Rosie, I ain’t told nobody this, ever, and I hope you don’t go getting’ all mad with me over it, but,” Sam hesitated, “I’m afeared he could steal you away because that’s exactly what I did to him.” Rose frowned, not comprehending. Sam was exasperated as he continued. “I knew he cared about you, Rose, years ago. He’s been sweet on you since you and I were both young. I know because before Mr. Bilbo left, the old hobbit taught me my letters. You know, he taught you too, and some Elvish as well, right when we were both young tweens’. Any you know, Rose-love, you took straight away to the Elvish, right quick. I noticed, and Mr. Frodo noticed too. And don’t you go thinkin’ fer one second that I didn’t notice him noticing you.”

“Poppycock, Samwise Gamgee!” Rose said in astonishment

“Poppycock, my left big toe!” Sam bantered gently. “You liked his attention, so much so you hung around even after our lessons were done, just to talk to him in Elvish.” Sam noticed Rose’s guilty smile.

“I did enjoy his attention, but for Eru’s sake, Sam, I was only fifteen, maybe sixteen years old!”

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” Sam laughed, he had her now. “I knew you liked it, Ma told me I was being stupid and green-eyed, but I was right.”

“Now just what do you think you were right about exactly?”

Sam got quiet as he looked at his wife. He was quiet for so long, Rose began to feel uncomfortable.

“I know he was in love with you,” Sam stared absently past the foot of the bed. “He loved you and I know it because I overheard him talking to Mr. Bilbo one day before Mr. Bilbo’s party, about asking Mr. Tom if he could have permission to court you when you got older.”

Now the silence became thick.

“And at Mr. Bilbo’s party, Mr. Frodo somehow figured out that I cared for you. He was so quick to push me into yer arms that night. I was more than willing to take you from him and keep you as me own. That was the night we spoke our intentions to each other and the whole of the Shire was there to see it and we were a couple after that night. Sam and Rose, not Frodo and Rose, I made sure of that. Had I not taken you from him back then, it’d be him sittin’ here beside you right now, not me. But I couldn’t let that happen.”

“Oh, Samwise,” Rose was looking up at him as tears slid down his face.

“It was the only mean and wholly selfish thing I ever did to Mr. Frodo, taking you away from him like that. I’ve spent the rest of me life trying to make it up to him. I had to make it up to him because I realized that I loved ‘im so much, he’s got such a good heart, he’s the one that deserved you, not me. And along the way I fell in love with ‘im, Rose, like some silly goose of a girl waitin’ for a love letter. Head over heels in love with ‘im, the way I’m in love with you…but now Mr. Frodo don’t think he can love ever again because of the ring”

Rose could taste the bittersweet feeling of their circumstances. A touch was all that was needed and she tenderly reached over and laid a hand on top of her husband’s.

“I will never, as long as I live, love another hobbit the way that I love you. I’ve never loved anyone the way that I love you, my precious, precious Sam,” she whispered.

With this he bent completely to her face and caught her mouth with his own. The kiss was soft and gentle and full of promises fulfilled. She whimpered as he broke from her grasp to speak.

“I love you, Rose.” His face so close to hers…his breath upon her own. “I’ll never be able to say it enough,” he rasped.

‘All this talk,’ he thought, ‘and I have never in me life been a hobbit of so many words.’

He felt the aching need to stretch his body over hers once more. Carefully, so as not to pinch or crush her, Sam moved his form to lie beside her as he pulled the blankets and sheet over them for comfort and protection and warmth. He still felt driven to ask her permission to couple with her, so new was he to married life that the abundant availability of his wife’s body was still quite foreign to him.

“Please, Rosa, I would like to make-love to you again?”

Her giving smile was all the reply he required in order to go on. ‘This time I will be far more gentle and tender with her,’ he told himself as he gingerly rolled himself above her body. He was always scared he would bruise her or hurt her, so delicate she was to him.

“I won’t br me me love, as a matter of fact, sometimes I think I might like it hard and rough,” she giggled. She sensed the concern in his smile but knew in her heart that his consideration for her comfort and pleasure during these intimate moments would be part of his routine with her until old age took them from each other.

She liked the feel of being covered by him, the feel of his erection brushing her thighs and womanhood, before consummation. Yes, it was a little harder for her to breathe with his full weight upon her, but she relished the feel of her husband, the comfort and strength she drew from being beneath him. She adored the view she had of his hazel eyes above her, the tiny smile-lines beginning to form near the corners of his eyes. The way his golden waves fell forward to his face. Years of experience anointed his sun-soaked skin. And his lips…his lips were her favorite part of him (‘besides his willie,’ she mused) so full, so soft, so warm and so…mmmmmmm. And then there was his smile, the little one he smiled just for her from across a crowded room. Slightly crooked and to the right…oh my.

But no one was between them now and she was going to love him as her husband once more. She spread her legs wide for him and bent her knees. As she looked intently at him she bit her top lip before she hungrily pulled his mouth to her own. She wanted to crawl inside his mouth, so good a kisser he was. Instead she settled for running her tongue along his teeth sensually. She further explored the roof of his mouth with her tongue and voraciously searched any of all of the hidden areas enclosed. She pulled back quickly.

“By the Shire, you…taste so…good,” she declared.

Sam returned her oral explorations with a few of his own. He liked to play a game with her, one in which they took turns capturing and sucking on the other’s tongue. Sam also happened to be an expert at caressing her lips with his own, brushing back and forth to tickle her sensitive pink skin.

“I’m so blessed to be able to kiss these lips,” he said as he brought his hand up to touch her mouth with his thumb.

Much to his surprise, Rose parted her lips and took the top of Sam’s thumb into her mouth. She began to suck viciously as she seized its full length. He groaned as he felt her velvety tongue stroke his thumb.

“Oh, Rose,” he sighed as her searing gaze burned into him, making him wish her mouth was elsewhere upon his body. She let the digit almost slip from her lips but then decided to stop at his knuckle to lathe it with her tongue before he removed his thumb completely so he could raise himself above her better.

She arched her chest to him as he slid both arms under her shoulders. He enjoyed holding her so tightly and so dearly. The contact of her breasts against his skin excited him beyond reason. He had to get closer to her, NOW!

Roseulatulated her hips and pressed herself against her husband’s firmness. Desperately, impatiently, she slipped her hands between them and carefully grasped his arousal. A moan caught in Sam’s throat at her touch.

“Oh, how I want you, me husband, more and more, every second that I am with ye.”

Breathing was perhaps more troublesome than before since both their passions had greatly escalated. Sam’s entire being shuddered as he felt his wife’s gentle guidance. With an affectionate fondle, she touched the tip of his penis, causing him to quiver and buck unexpectedly.

“Rosa, yer every bit as good a lover as him…,” he murmured against the skin on her neck below her ear, “You already know me so well.” He concentrated, trying to maintain self-control as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling up to her ear and finally inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of her hair.

She could feel his pulse beating against her chest and in her hand. She marveled at how she could feel his gentle heartbeats through his firm member. It was hard and very stiff and powerful, yet the skin was soft and silky, almost satiny. How odd to feel both sensations at once, both aspects of her Samwise... She wriggled to adjust herself as she directed his tip to her opening, now weeping for his manhood on its own accord. She deftly removed her hands to place both of them at the small of his back where she traced little circles with her fingertips.

Sam raised his head back to see his wife as he claimed her with one sure yet tender thrust. The plump roundness of her bosom was offered up to him as she arched and lifted her upper back and neck completely off the bed, not once breaking her gaze upon him.

“No Samwise, it doesn’t hurt anymore, me love. It’s just that it, that it feels so…ohhh! Samwise…*A! Mela le; a cira le. Quanto nin, mellamin, Harthad Uluithiad!”

She whispered Elven endearments to him and cried out his name in that fair language as they made-love. Slowly he began to delve himself into her hidden regions, pulling back and forth with an unbearable and deliberate pace. He lingered through his plunges to fully experience his own and completely surrender to her pleasure.

And she burned for him, for his movements, for his body. Only he could completely fill and fulfill her want, her need. She knew she would do anything to make him happy. Her hips pleaded with his for more and more and he answered her desire with the heat of his own need. Again and again and again and again, he lovingly dug into her earth and soon felt the clenching of her thighs and the hiss of her breath as her inner walls tightened and she moaned:

**“Amin mela lle!”

As she rode out her rapture, Sam felt her hands suddenly grab both sides of his bottom forcefully. Her body surged and thrashed as her hands pulled him deeper into her sheath. The friction was incredible and he felt himself give over to the sensations as his own climax began to explode. Again Rose delighted in the soft ripples she felt as he emptied his seed into her depths, spurting in time to his heart beating wildly in his chest. He froze, suspended above his lover as wave after wave possessed him. His vision nearly blurred with his passion as he fought to keep his eyes open and upon his bride.

“I love you, Rosa…,” a deep-chested sigh strained out of him as she clenched and grabbed his backside with intensity. They both groaned almost ferociously…

What comfort they found face to face, body to body, there in the near-darkness of their bedroom as their fevered breathing began to subside, limbs entwined serpentine. They discovered that Rose had wrapped her legs around both of Sam’s and locked her ankles around the backs of his knees and along his calves.

“Do you think we could ever get any closer than this?” Rose purred, her lover’s lips touching her own.

“Yes, Rose-wife, I do…”


*Oh! I love thee; I cleave to thee, my beloved, Hope Unquenchable.”

(Sam’s theoretical Elvish name is Harthad Uluithiad which means Hope Unquenchable.)

**I love you!