Dear Heart by PrecioussLittleHobbitsesss.
Disclaimer: Nope, they're not mine. I wish they were. They're awfully cute, aren't they?
Warning: This fic deals with M/P slash. None of it is all that graphic, but if you don't like the thought of them together, then don't read it! Yay!
NOTE: Reviews keep my heart beating! They keep my little fingers typing! Post 'em! And if you don't want to, e-mail me! Genius_In_Disguise_1013@hotmail.com
Okay, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Visiting Bag-End
As Merry dressed for bed in the corner, Pippin tried to focus on the book he was reading, but he found himself casting surreptitious glances in Merry's direction, found his eyes drawn to his friend. Merry, facing away from Pippin, unbuttoned his shirt and carelessly let it slide from his shoulders and onto the floor. Pippin shivered, and averted his eyes back to the book, but the words blurred and made no sense, so he heaved a sigh and snapped it shut. Merry started at the sound, and turned as he finished pulling on his nightshirt.
"What is it, Pip?" he asked. Pippin flushed and looked away.
"Nothing, Merry. Just sick of reading, I guess." He shrugged, feigning disinterest, and casually tossed the book aside. " I think I'd better change anyway. It's getting late," the younger hobbit continued.
Merry raised an eyebrow questioningly, but appeared to think it best to leave the issue alone, at least for the moment, and turned to climb into bed. "Do what you will, Pip, but hurry if you don't mind. If Frodo hears that we're still awake, he'll boot us out of Bad-End for sure."
A grin, irrepressible, crept over Pippin's features. "He will, will he?" he asked quietly, all thoughts of changing clothes (and of Merry, for that matter) abandoned. "Well, let's see how loud we CAN be, shall we?"
Merry attempted to look stern, but was fighting a smile himself. His eyes shone with unreleased laughter. "Pippin, please, I'm begging you," Merry managed. "Let's be good guests for once in our lives, especially here at Frodo's house. We can't treat him like we treat each other!" But he was giggling now, and soon the two hobbits were laughing uncontrollably at the mere thought of the look on their cousins face when he heard the racket the two were making, but Pippin had been so caught up in threatening and making Merry laugh that he hadn't really made any sort of racket at all. But they laughed just the same, and they clutched and leaned on each other to keep from falling over. Suddenly, Pippin realized how close Merry was to him; how warm and soft the older hobbit's hands were. He flushed again, and took a step backwards, laughter subsiding. Merry frowned, his expression suddenly concerned.
"Pippin? Are you all right?" Pippin nodded, forcing a weak smile.
"Just a bit tired, I promise," he replied, crawling into the big guest bed with a quiet sigh. Merry studied him, then sighed too and began to get into the bed, but Pippin's wide-eyed expression of horror stopped him short.
"What NOW, Pip?" Merry demanded, beginning to get frustrated.
Pippin blinked, and the expression was gone. "Oh, nothing, Merry, nothing, I-just-well, I thought." he trailed off, and bit his lip. At Merry's expression, however, he finished pathetically, "I thought I saw a spider."
Merry smiled. "Oh, is that all?" Pippin nodded, looking away. He didn't notice Merry crawling mischievously toward Pippin. "Was it a big, hairy, poisonous one?" Merry whispered, reaching a hand stealthily around the back of his cousin's neck.
"I don't *know*, Merry, I barely saw anything," Pip replied quietly, still unaware of Merry's hand, whose fingers were now wiggling like a spider's legs. Merry gently brushed his wriggling fingers along the back of Pippin's neck, then whispered into his ear.
"Pip.a.SPIDER!"
Pippin cried out, and nearly fell off the bed, before realizing that Merry was grinning at him. Pippin scowled, and looked away to hide the redness in his cheeks and ears. Merry grabbed Pip's shoulder. "*What*?" he demanded, and Pippin tried to jerk away from him, but Merry refused to let go. Pippin opened his mouth to argue, but at Merry's determined look, the younger hobbit sighed, resigned.
" I just.I don't want to talk about it, Merry." he said quietly. "I probably shouldn't talk about it, all right?"
Merry frowned at him. "Since when can you not tell me something? Come on, out with it!"
Pippin looked at him, studying his friend carefully. "Are you sure?" Merry rolled his eyes, but nodded. "I've been thinking a lot.about the two of us. Well, Mostly-mostly about you, Merry," Pippin explained quietly, looking at his hands and trying not to focus on Merry, who was silent.
Finally, the older hobbit whispered, "What about me, Pip?"
Pippin looked up, surprised. Merry gazed at him, and they studied each other carefully. Pippin leaned closer to Merry, heart pounding, and closed his eyes. Next thing he knew, Merry's lips were brushing his, gently, and a shiver went up Pippin's spine at the contact. He reached up, tentatively, and ran his hand through Merry's hair, entwining his fingers in the sandy curls, and pulled Merry closer, deepening the kiss.
Merry felt Pippin's heart pounding as Merry pressed against the younger hobbit, kissing him passionately. He smiled slightly to himself at Pip's eagerness; he knew this was his friend's first kiss. It wasn't Merry's, but it might as well have been-he was overwhelmed by Pippin's simple innocence, his pure, driving love.
Finally Pippin pulled away, breathing hard, looking at Merry through half-closed eyes. Merry smiled.
"You all right, Pip?" he whispered, and Pippin's face went pink suddenly, and his eyes widened as if he had just realized what had happened.
He averted his eyes, and gently untangled his hand from Merry's hair. "I-Merry, I'm--" he glanced up, then away once more. "I'm sorry, I." Merry smiled, and gently lifted Pippin's chin so that the two hobbits were eye to eye.
"Don't be sorry," he said. At his cousin's disbelieving expression, he continued. "You're simply braver than I am. If you hadn't." he smiled, "well, I may never have gathered up enough courage to tell you the way I feel."
Pippin smiled, encouraged, and leaned in again. Merry's mouth, hands, and body were warm and inviting, and Pippin soon lost himself in the sensations of Merry kissing him, touching him.
Disclaimer: Nope, they're not mine. I wish they were. They're awfully cute, aren't they?
Warning: This fic deals with M/P slash. None of it is all that graphic, but if you don't like the thought of them together, then don't read it! Yay!
NOTE: Reviews keep my heart beating! They keep my little fingers typing! Post 'em! And if you don't want to, e-mail me! Genius_In_Disguise_1013@hotmail.com
Okay, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Visiting Bag-End
As Merry dressed for bed in the corner, Pippin tried to focus on the book he was reading, but he found himself casting surreptitious glances in Merry's direction, found his eyes drawn to his friend. Merry, facing away from Pippin, unbuttoned his shirt and carelessly let it slide from his shoulders and onto the floor. Pippin shivered, and averted his eyes back to the book, but the words blurred and made no sense, so he heaved a sigh and snapped it shut. Merry started at the sound, and turned as he finished pulling on his nightshirt.
"What is it, Pip?" he asked. Pippin flushed and looked away.
"Nothing, Merry. Just sick of reading, I guess." He shrugged, feigning disinterest, and casually tossed the book aside. " I think I'd better change anyway. It's getting late," the younger hobbit continued.
Merry raised an eyebrow questioningly, but appeared to think it best to leave the issue alone, at least for the moment, and turned to climb into bed. "Do what you will, Pip, but hurry if you don't mind. If Frodo hears that we're still awake, he'll boot us out of Bad-End for sure."
A grin, irrepressible, crept over Pippin's features. "He will, will he?" he asked quietly, all thoughts of changing clothes (and of Merry, for that matter) abandoned. "Well, let's see how loud we CAN be, shall we?"
Merry attempted to look stern, but was fighting a smile himself. His eyes shone with unreleased laughter. "Pippin, please, I'm begging you," Merry managed. "Let's be good guests for once in our lives, especially here at Frodo's house. We can't treat him like we treat each other!" But he was giggling now, and soon the two hobbits were laughing uncontrollably at the mere thought of the look on their cousins face when he heard the racket the two were making, but Pippin had been so caught up in threatening and making Merry laugh that he hadn't really made any sort of racket at all. But they laughed just the same, and they clutched and leaned on each other to keep from falling over. Suddenly, Pippin realized how close Merry was to him; how warm and soft the older hobbit's hands were. He flushed again, and took a step backwards, laughter subsiding. Merry frowned, his expression suddenly concerned.
"Pippin? Are you all right?" Pippin nodded, forcing a weak smile.
"Just a bit tired, I promise," he replied, crawling into the big guest bed with a quiet sigh. Merry studied him, then sighed too and began to get into the bed, but Pippin's wide-eyed expression of horror stopped him short.
"What NOW, Pip?" Merry demanded, beginning to get frustrated.
Pippin blinked, and the expression was gone. "Oh, nothing, Merry, nothing, I-just-well, I thought." he trailed off, and bit his lip. At Merry's expression, however, he finished pathetically, "I thought I saw a spider."
Merry smiled. "Oh, is that all?" Pippin nodded, looking away. He didn't notice Merry crawling mischievously toward Pippin. "Was it a big, hairy, poisonous one?" Merry whispered, reaching a hand stealthily around the back of his cousin's neck.
"I don't *know*, Merry, I barely saw anything," Pip replied quietly, still unaware of Merry's hand, whose fingers were now wiggling like a spider's legs. Merry gently brushed his wriggling fingers along the back of Pippin's neck, then whispered into his ear.
"Pip.a.SPIDER!"
Pippin cried out, and nearly fell off the bed, before realizing that Merry was grinning at him. Pippin scowled, and looked away to hide the redness in his cheeks and ears. Merry grabbed Pip's shoulder. "*What*?" he demanded, and Pippin tried to jerk away from him, but Merry refused to let go. Pippin opened his mouth to argue, but at Merry's determined look, the younger hobbit sighed, resigned.
" I just.I don't want to talk about it, Merry." he said quietly. "I probably shouldn't talk about it, all right?"
Merry frowned at him. "Since when can you not tell me something? Come on, out with it!"
Pippin looked at him, studying his friend carefully. "Are you sure?" Merry rolled his eyes, but nodded. "I've been thinking a lot.about the two of us. Well, Mostly-mostly about you, Merry," Pippin explained quietly, looking at his hands and trying not to focus on Merry, who was silent.
Finally, the older hobbit whispered, "What about me, Pip?"
Pippin looked up, surprised. Merry gazed at him, and they studied each other carefully. Pippin leaned closer to Merry, heart pounding, and closed his eyes. Next thing he knew, Merry's lips were brushing his, gently, and a shiver went up Pippin's spine at the contact. He reached up, tentatively, and ran his hand through Merry's hair, entwining his fingers in the sandy curls, and pulled Merry closer, deepening the kiss.
Merry felt Pippin's heart pounding as Merry pressed against the younger hobbit, kissing him passionately. He smiled slightly to himself at Pip's eagerness; he knew this was his friend's first kiss. It wasn't Merry's, but it might as well have been-he was overwhelmed by Pippin's simple innocence, his pure, driving love.
Finally Pippin pulled away, breathing hard, looking at Merry through half-closed eyes. Merry smiled.
"You all right, Pip?" he whispered, and Pippin's face went pink suddenly, and his eyes widened as if he had just realized what had happened.
He averted his eyes, and gently untangled his hand from Merry's hair. "I-Merry, I'm--" he glanced up, then away once more. "I'm sorry, I." Merry smiled, and gently lifted Pippin's chin so that the two hobbits were eye to eye.
"Don't be sorry," he said. At his cousin's disbelieving expression, he continued. "You're simply braver than I am. If you hadn't." he smiled, "well, I may never have gathered up enough courage to tell you the way I feel."
Pippin smiled, encouraged, and leaned in again. Merry's mouth, hands, and body were warm and inviting, and Pippin soon lost himself in the sensations of Merry kissing him, touching him.