Disclaimer: I do not own Merry or Pippin, and I very much doubt that Professor Tolkien intended them for this use. Oh well.
Note: This is SLASH. It's not explicit in any shape way or form, just fluff. Rated "R" just to be safe as possible. Implied sex. It is also my first serious fic EVER, so please be kind! And REVIEW!
A musky smell lay heavy in the air. Merry found himself in a land of total bliss. He lay on his back, with his love cradled in his arms. "Dearest Pippin," Merry used his finger to trace the delicate curve of Pippin's cheek bone. Pippin stirred slightly, his eyelids fluttering and his long lashes making the shadows on the wall dance. Merry sighed in contentment, finger still trailing its way around Pippin's face.
Merry reached Pippin's scalp and his hand paused briefly before plunging itself into Pippin's mess of soft, damp curls.
Pippin let out a soft moan, "Merry..." and snuggled closer, burying his face in Merry's chest.
Merry let his hand linger in Pippin's hair, twirling a strand around his finger. Pippin moaned again, trying to burrow deeper into Merry's comatose form. Merry smiled to himself and released Pippin's hair from his grasp. He wrapped his younger cousin in a tight hug and tried his best to drift back off to sleep.
Pippin was stirred by his cousin's affections. After some moments had passed, he shifted under Merry's arms, which were now heavy with sleep. Pippin winced as a soreness made itself apparent in his nether regions. Then he grinned, remembering the night's earlier escapades.
He turned so that he was face to face with Merry. Pippin raised his arms from his waist and wrapped them around Merry's, eventually finding Merry's hands. As Pippin reached, Merry's hands instinctively closed around his own.
Pippin clutched tight to Merry's hands, watching his friend intently. Every twitch his face made, every movement of his eyes under their lids, every quiver of his lips, Pippin stared and soaked in every moment of it.
"This is perfect. How things should always be. Safe and warm with the one person I truly love with all my heart." Pippin started to roll over again, preparing to sink once more into a dreamland where he could be with his knight in shining armor, and no one would judge them for the choices they had made. Merry's arms stopped him.
"Not yet, Pip."
Pippin went weak at the sound of Merry's voice. He couldn't say no, not to Merry.
With Merry's help, Pippin slowly turned back toward Merry. When they were again face to face, Merry let out a low chuckle.
"Back where we began, eh Pip?"
"Back where we belong."
Merry looked Pippin in the eye. "Yes, back where we belong."
Pippin leaned in, and received a kiss. "Sweet dreams, my love."
"Good night, Merry."
And once again both Hobbits retreated into slumber, enveloped in each other's arms.