Frustrated Him

PG, just because.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. I just dream about these things happening sometimes.

A/N: Don't hate me, I just wanted to do this. It's pointless, I love F/S, but it satisfies me somewhat.



His body was warm against Frodo's.

Osgiliath wasn't ideal for a place for Frodo to be curled up in Sam's embrace, but Sam didn't mind. Mmm, Frodo was just as warm as he, resting against him in slumber.

Captain Faramir -had- to let them go.

But not now, Sam thought.

Frodo smelled delightful, despite the dirt streaked across his features. Flowers. Sunrays. Frodo dreamt, and he shifted about, making little noises. The heat emanating from him overwhelmed Sam, and Sam got an idea of what Frodo was dreaming of.

Sam leaned in for a kiss...

"Mmm... Merry..."

Merry?!

Sam cursed.